Post by kyrillion on Jul 20, 2009 18:07:49 GMT -5
OOC. For Fidelli - but I'm sure she wouldn't mind if anyone else wanted to join in, too. (:
It had been a busy day - one of the busiest since Kyrillion had arrived in the weyr. There'd been that first Weyrling lesson in the morning, chores to attend to later on, and a dragon to bathe and oil - once in the morning, and once in the afternoon. A task that, given his still-small size, didn't take very long - but she'd swear that her little blue had already grown since the Hatching. And she didn't need anyone to tell her that he wouldn't stop anytime soon.
Evening, eventually, had descended, and dinner had been served. Now, with herself and her dragon happily fed and with a bit of free time on her hands, Kyril had decided to take advantage of the temperate weather, and spend some time outside. Spring had set in full-force since she'd been Searched, and it was warm enough to enjoy an evening out in the Bowl without bundling into a coat first. And so, her long-legged blue following as close behind her as her own shadow, she'd set a brisk pace across the bowl, and hadn't stopped until they'd reached the river that divided the Weyr in two.
She followed its course for a bit, Ripariath trailing a tail joyfully in the water and telling her how much he enjoyed it and asking if she'd teach him to swim. It brought a smile to her face, and his cheerful presence helped her relax. She was grateful for all the work, sure - she enjoyed being busy, hated feeling useless or in-the-way. But after a full day she was still grateful for the chance to kick back. Spying a broad, flat rock sitting on the shore up ahead, she nudged the blue and took off running.
She reached it before he did, of course - though he had a fairly even gait for a hatchling, she was still quicker on her feet than he was, and she'd caught him off guard. Vaulting to the top of the rock, she seized her sandals and tugged them off. Scrambling to the edge, where the smooth stone surface stretched out over the river, she sat down and dangled her now bare feet into the chilly water, and turned to watch a slightly out-of-breath Ripariath pull himself onto the boulder after her.
Trotting to her, he nudged a playful nose into her side - a place he'd learned was slightly ticklish - before stretching out on his belly, his side brushing up against her leg. His tail wound protectively around her as he scooted forward to allow his front paws to dangle in the current, mirroring her actions. She wasn't sure if all newly-hatched dragons were quite so determined in seeking physical contact with their riders, but Rip had been nearly attached to her hip since his Hatching. She couldn't say she minded, though - but she could see it becoming something of a problem in the future, when he grew to be bigger than she was. Smiling affectionately down at him, she felt him slip into a daze - not quite asleep, but definitely relaxed and drowsy. Turning her gaze on the weyr, she watched the reds and oranges of the sunset reflect off the water, the grass, the sides of the bowl... And just let her mind wander.
It had been a busy day - one of the busiest since Kyrillion had arrived in the weyr. There'd been that first Weyrling lesson in the morning, chores to attend to later on, and a dragon to bathe and oil - once in the morning, and once in the afternoon. A task that, given his still-small size, didn't take very long - but she'd swear that her little blue had already grown since the Hatching. And she didn't need anyone to tell her that he wouldn't stop anytime soon.
Evening, eventually, had descended, and dinner had been served. Now, with herself and her dragon happily fed and with a bit of free time on her hands, Kyril had decided to take advantage of the temperate weather, and spend some time outside. Spring had set in full-force since she'd been Searched, and it was warm enough to enjoy an evening out in the Bowl without bundling into a coat first. And so, her long-legged blue following as close behind her as her own shadow, she'd set a brisk pace across the bowl, and hadn't stopped until they'd reached the river that divided the Weyr in two.
She followed its course for a bit, Ripariath trailing a tail joyfully in the water and telling her how much he enjoyed it and asking if she'd teach him to swim. It brought a smile to her face, and his cheerful presence helped her relax. She was grateful for all the work, sure - she enjoyed being busy, hated feeling useless or in-the-way. But after a full day she was still grateful for the chance to kick back. Spying a broad, flat rock sitting on the shore up ahead, she nudged the blue and took off running.
She reached it before he did, of course - though he had a fairly even gait for a hatchling, she was still quicker on her feet than he was, and she'd caught him off guard. Vaulting to the top of the rock, she seized her sandals and tugged them off. Scrambling to the edge, where the smooth stone surface stretched out over the river, she sat down and dangled her now bare feet into the chilly water, and turned to watch a slightly out-of-breath Ripariath pull himself onto the boulder after her.
Trotting to her, he nudged a playful nose into her side - a place he'd learned was slightly ticklish - before stretching out on his belly, his side brushing up against her leg. His tail wound protectively around her as he scooted forward to allow his front paws to dangle in the current, mirroring her actions. She wasn't sure if all newly-hatched dragons were quite so determined in seeking physical contact with their riders, but Rip had been nearly attached to her hip since his Hatching. She couldn't say she minded, though - but she could see it becoming something of a problem in the future, when he grew to be bigger than she was. Smiling affectionately down at him, she felt him slip into a daze - not quite asleep, but definitely relaxed and drowsy. Turning her gaze on the weyr, she watched the reds and oranges of the sunset reflect off the water, the grass, the sides of the bowl... And just let her mind wander.