Post by Rhys on Mar 9, 2004 23:15:48 GMT -5
It wasn't that Rhys didn't have any duties - oh, no. Not she, especially right after such a successful Hatching. No, she was busy settling the new Werylings into their barracks, making sure they didn't overfeed their dragonets into sickness, and other such duties as the Weyrling Master would have. And, of course, the young rider still had to care for her five flitts and her newly-Impressed tone, all of which were lounging about her on the silvery sands of the beach.
[glow=red,2,300]What's wrong, Rhys-bonded?[/glow] Clef, her baritone Tone, asked. [glow=red,2,300]You're not tired of me already?[/glow] He was echoed by the tiny, shrill mindvoices of her flits, all clamoring for her attention.
You love us, don't you, Rhysmine? her overly-possessive flitt Flicker demanded, leaping up and curling himself about her neck. Rhys was just about to cover her ears and scream, loosing her trademark cool, when the voice of Fennth overpowered it all.
Be quiet! the dragon commanded, her voice full of authority so that the flitts scrambled into Rhys's arms, and Clef pushed himself against her. Rhysmine cannot think. Go over there for a moment. I will talk with her. As the green nodded with her head, the rest of Rhys's pets - Not pets, she thought grimly. Constant companions always on my heels. - fled to an overhanging rock, where they settled in the soft sand and began to have a conversation of their own.
Rhys fell back in the silver sand, blue eyes staring up at her dragon. ~Thanks,~ she said wryly, idly toying with a blonde curl that had worked its way out of her braid. ~I needed that. Now if I could just sleep...~
But Fennth was not done with her rider. It's your own fault, you know, she informed Rhys tartly. The green dragon settled onto the sand, laying her head next to Rhys's own. You were the one who went to all those Impressions, and you were the one who accepted the job of Weyrling Master. It's just like you, so headstrong and having to rush into everything.
~Hush,~ Rhys commanded, rolling onto her stomach so she could reach up and scratch her dragon's eye ridges. It was a long stretch, especially for a little woman such as Rhys. ~I just want to think.~ Fennth nudged her small hand, and Rhys let the hand fall into her lap. She leaned her head against her dragon's green sides, cushioned by her thick blonde braid. In the back of her head, she could still hear the nattering conversation between her flitts and Clef. Really: what did they all have to talk about? She sighed, and blue eyes closed. At least there won't be any weyrlings here to bother me, she thought, absently sifting sand through weary fingers as she listened to the lapping of the waves. Nothing could bother her, here.
((-grin- Feel free to come and bother Rhys. She needs it.))
[glow=red,2,300]What's wrong, Rhys-bonded?[/glow] Clef, her baritone Tone, asked. [glow=red,2,300]You're not tired of me already?[/glow] He was echoed by the tiny, shrill mindvoices of her flits, all clamoring for her attention.
You love us, don't you, Rhysmine? her overly-possessive flitt Flicker demanded, leaping up and curling himself about her neck. Rhys was just about to cover her ears and scream, loosing her trademark cool, when the voice of Fennth overpowered it all.
Be quiet! the dragon commanded, her voice full of authority so that the flitts scrambled into Rhys's arms, and Clef pushed himself against her. Rhysmine cannot think. Go over there for a moment. I will talk with her. As the green nodded with her head, the rest of Rhys's pets - Not pets, she thought grimly. Constant companions always on my heels. - fled to an overhanging rock, where they settled in the soft sand and began to have a conversation of their own.
Rhys fell back in the silver sand, blue eyes staring up at her dragon. ~Thanks,~ she said wryly, idly toying with a blonde curl that had worked its way out of her braid. ~I needed that. Now if I could just sleep...~
But Fennth was not done with her rider. It's your own fault, you know, she informed Rhys tartly. The green dragon settled onto the sand, laying her head next to Rhys's own. You were the one who went to all those Impressions, and you were the one who accepted the job of Weyrling Master. It's just like you, so headstrong and having to rush into everything.
~Hush,~ Rhys commanded, rolling onto her stomach so she could reach up and scratch her dragon's eye ridges. It was a long stretch, especially for a little woman such as Rhys. ~I just want to think.~ Fennth nudged her small hand, and Rhys let the hand fall into her lap. She leaned her head against her dragon's green sides, cushioned by her thick blonde braid. In the back of her head, she could still hear the nattering conversation between her flitts and Clef. Really: what did they all have to talk about? She sighed, and blue eyes closed. At least there won't be any weyrlings here to bother me, she thought, absently sifting sand through weary fingers as she listened to the lapping of the waves. Nothing could bother her, here.
((-grin- Feel free to come and bother Rhys. She needs it.))
