Post by kevna on Mar 8, 2021 20:24:50 GMT -5
Ny'x - Blue Nimocith
The weather was turning, and it made Ny’x a little anxious. Once the weather didn’t permit comfortable beach excursions she was in trouble. Nimocith avoided all human contact when he could, and it severely limited her own contact with people as well as her options for places in the weyr that were permittable. They sat on the small beach, so far it had been the quietest beach they had been able to find, Ny’x was leaning into her blue as he napped. She had just finished giving him a bath and oiling him, and he was enjoying the sensation of being clean. It would be one of the last calm bath times for the small blue. He didn’t like being bathed in the common dragon bathing areas, it riddled him with anxiety, but during the winter months they wouldn’t be able to go far for long. It would just be too sharding cold.
She wondered where her brown firelizard was, vaguely worried about whatever trouble he was getting into. She still winced when she remembered how he had broken into the kitchen and ransacked a barrel of fish. She had had a lot of KP duty after that to work of the mess. She was still considering names for him. Was it sad, she hadn’t thought of one yet? Probably. She had a few options, and had even tried them out on him a few times, but she just couldn’t pick one. It was probably more depressing that he now responded to all three. Mugwort, Needlethorne, and Treehopper.
It was his coloring that made her lean more toward Mugwort. Even though mugwort generally resembled a deep reddish brown, it’s roots were a light brown that resembled her firelizard’s wings and tail tips, as well as his face. She started chewing on her lips and then forced herself to stop. Maybe if she could hang around more people, they would help her make a decision on which name. Or at least spark some sort of muse to name him by. She sighed, shifting her weight. She had worn her riding breeches and a light white blouse for the sunny autumn afternoon, though she had her rider jacket slung over her dragon’s tail drying. She had been chilled when she had first started cleaning him, and had gotten it wet. She was just glad she could steal some heat from her slumbering blue. She sighed, and watched the ocean, trying not to think what Mugwort-Needlethorn-Treehopper was up to now, and hoping he would come back soon.
The weather was turning, and it made Ny’x a little anxious. Once the weather didn’t permit comfortable beach excursions she was in trouble. Nimocith avoided all human contact when he could, and it severely limited her own contact with people as well as her options for places in the weyr that were permittable. They sat on the small beach, so far it had been the quietest beach they had been able to find, Ny’x was leaning into her blue as he napped. She had just finished giving him a bath and oiling him, and he was enjoying the sensation of being clean. It would be one of the last calm bath times for the small blue. He didn’t like being bathed in the common dragon bathing areas, it riddled him with anxiety, but during the winter months they wouldn’t be able to go far for long. It would just be too sharding cold.
She wondered where her brown firelizard was, vaguely worried about whatever trouble he was getting into. She still winced when she remembered how he had broken into the kitchen and ransacked a barrel of fish. She had had a lot of KP duty after that to work of the mess. She was still considering names for him. Was it sad, she hadn’t thought of one yet? Probably. She had a few options, and had even tried them out on him a few times, but she just couldn’t pick one. It was probably more depressing that he now responded to all three. Mugwort, Needlethorne, and Treehopper.
It was his coloring that made her lean more toward Mugwort. Even though mugwort generally resembled a deep reddish brown, it’s roots were a light brown that resembled her firelizard’s wings and tail tips, as well as his face. She started chewing on her lips and then forced herself to stop. Maybe if she could hang around more people, they would help her make a decision on which name. Or at least spark some sort of muse to name him by. She sighed, shifting her weight. She had worn her riding breeches and a light white blouse for the sunny autumn afternoon, though she had her rider jacket slung over her dragon’s tail drying. She had been chilled when she had first started cleaning him, and had gotten it wet. She was just glad she could steal some heat from her slumbering blue. She sighed, and watched the ocean, trying not to think what Mugwort-Needlethorn-Treehopper was up to now, and hoping he would come back soon.