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tag; Lan!

[Lan]

It was such a pleasant evening, but it had not been a pleasant day. When Waroth had awoke late in the morning her rider, found inexcusably absent from her side had been berated constantly through mental attacks of cancerous love and painful adorations. Such was life. Her Mine was her Mine, and no one else's! How dare she move from where she had been sleeping and scare her so unceremoniously! What an unflattering trait! So she complained, and grumbled, and demanded her way into seeing her beloved back to her so that she could complain and grumble some more. So much for hopeful morning. So much for the hopeful day.

But evening was different. The red queen, worn out and fed up with her rider's seemingly lack of interest in her, had taken to watching the rim of the bowl from her ledge with as much scrutiny as if every inch belonged to her. Well, at least throughout the pass few turns she had grown to like Dalibor more than her home back in Fort. She huffed, still not completely out of her tizzy, and gave a resounding growl as the first few traces of color lined the darkening sky. Stupid light orb. Not even it was doing its job correctly! When she needed it most to warm her, it was running away. Completely unacceptable.

'It is still out for now, my love.' Nimara attempted to soothe her via their telepathic link, trying to remain calm despite her upsetting encounter from earlier. 'And Rukbat shall return tomorrow.'

'Stupid light orb... doesn't deserve a name.' The dragoness' voice was both imperious and childish at the same time, warning a tantrum that could spark up at any given moment. But, at the moment, the redhead was beyond worry. Waroth's growing antipathy to everything around was only a sign that worse things were to come. The red subqueen was sick of having renegades in her Weyr, particularly after the graduation of the demon offspring of that one stupid orange flit. How unbefitting her color! How unbefitting what stance she might have had! Waroth was not amused. No, she was not amused at all.

Nimara settled a light jacket on her shoulders to prevent against an evening chill and laced up with precision old running shoes that she had made just before coming to Dalibor and had rarely used. They still fit, perfectly made, like an old glove to her lonely feet. It felt right. Today, Nim thought, she would go for a run. Maybe if she ran fast enough, her troubles would be too winded to follow her.

'You're leaving??' Waroth asked, as if it were the most disgusting thing a being could do. She was upset! She had woken without her Mine and was without any of the attention she deserved. How could Nim be leaving?

'Just for a while, dear heart... going for a run. Just around the Bowl, no big deal. I'll be back before you know it.' Nimara smiled and hugged the unruly red around the neck, giving her a good scratch about the eye ridges before moving to the doorway. 'I'll be back...' She said aloud, glancing behind her shoulder with an encouraging smile before taking off through the corridors that would eventually bring her to the Weyr Bowl. 'And I'll be watching...' Waroth replied.

There she began her run, slowly at first and then gradually picking up speed. It was freeing, returning her to the past she so often pondered over. For a moment she felt as if she were back on the Northern Continent, running a trace to send an important message to a nearby hold. Her feet beat a steady rhythm, familiar in the shoes that had carried her to so many great and beautiful places. Where was she heading now? She couldn't say. But an unfamiliar sight caught her eye and she slowed her gait curiously. Tiny beads of sweat already collected on her forehead, she approached what appeared to be a woman in journeyman harper colors. A new Weyr harper? The idea intrigued her. Wishing to be polite, as she probably hadn't had a formal introduction yet, the redrider approached with a grin and a pleasant attitude.

'Hello.' She offered cheerfully, yet calmly. 'Lovely sky, is it not?' The pinks and purples that had set in were now playing lovely games over the landscape and the dusk sky and it truly was a pleasant sight.

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[/b] She returned, tipping her chin back up with confidence as she returned her gaze to the sky now admired by two individuals. "I like a sunrise, you know? The transition between dark and light so smooth that you're not even sure when it happened. Soft colours and the smell of morning is so beautiful. But a sunset," she emphasized, raising her eyebrows and stretching her small smile just a little bit wider as she returned her amused expression to the redhead. "it's much more vibrant. Very alive, even if it is just the day going to sleep." She liked words, treasured them, though she was a fairly quiet woman in her own right. Her speech was crisp and her own words enunciated, clear and it carried. Despite her fondness for them, however, she rarely chose to put words to her music, no lyrics to accompany the melodies she created. "My name is Aoife," she introduced, tilting her head slightly. "Who are you?"[/ul][/size]