Post by Cathaline on Aug 22, 2013 22:13:32 GMT -5
{desc=Devath does a thing, Ni'on helps}It was a pleasant spring day; there was no Threadfall due, and Devath had been allowed to eat her fill, which made her lazy and slow thanks to the medicine. For a little while, she and Ni'on lounged around on their ledge, quietly talking about the future. But it was just too nice a day to remain nearly-indoors, and at last Devath heaved herself to her feet. Why don't you get my straps, and we'll go out searching?[/i]
It had been awhile since they'd gone - the Weyr was filling up with candidates, almost to the point of running out of rooms in the barracks, so there had been no pressing need for Devath's services. Ni'on had to agree with her, though. A leisurely flight with the potential to bring in another hopefully-successful candidate, that was just the ticket.
In no time at all they were winging over the ocean, and then blinked between to a different shore. There was the sprawling complex of Western Hold, and down near the beach, the Fisherhall. Devath circled wide, a little clumsy on the wing, and dove to capture a large fish in her paws, bringing it to her mouth to bite off the head. Scales scattered on the waves, and she finished her dessert off before fluttering down to land on the beach.
There was a small group of apprentices nearby, repairing nets or...whatever fisher apprentices did. Ni'on slid off her back, slipping a little in the sand, and approached with his cyan at his back, hands shoved in his pockets. "Hello!" he called, waving to them. "We're on search."
Devath lowered her head a bit, examining them. There was only one present who showed that flicker of promise today, and her green faceted eyes whirled a bit with pleasure. Hello,[/i] she crooned to them all, her mind brushing against theirs, testing to be sure she was correct.
It had been awhile since they'd gone - the Weyr was filling up with candidates, almost to the point of running out of rooms in the barracks, so there had been no pressing need for Devath's services. Ni'on had to agree with her, though. A leisurely flight with the potential to bring in another hopefully-successful candidate, that was just the ticket.
In no time at all they were winging over the ocean, and then blinked between to a different shore. There was the sprawling complex of Western Hold, and down near the beach, the Fisherhall. Devath circled wide, a little clumsy on the wing, and dove to capture a large fish in her paws, bringing it to her mouth to bite off the head. Scales scattered on the waves, and she finished her dessert off before fluttering down to land on the beach.
There was a small group of apprentices nearby, repairing nets or...whatever fisher apprentices did. Ni'on slid off her back, slipping a little in the sand, and approached with his cyan at his back, hands shoved in his pockets. "Hello!" he called, waving to them. "We're on search."
Devath lowered her head a bit, examining them. There was only one present who showed that flicker of promise today, and her green faceted eyes whirled a bit with pleasure. Hello,[/i] she crooned to them all, her mind brushing against theirs, testing to be sure she was correct.
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