Post by madb on Feb 13, 2015 19:21:10 GMT -5
Pallath politely sent along her greetings - or, warnings, depending on the interpretation - to the young gold Danovelith. Danovelith, I hope the sun has treated you well today. My rider insists on speaking to yours.
While the other dragon might still be too young to fly in a wing, she was still high ranking, and there were expectations that needed to be met. R'get sometimes forgot common courtesies like that, addressing the goldpair like he would any other weyrling pair, but his green was far more serious-minded.
With that business taken care of, Pallath returned her attention to R'get. Of course this was more of a mental sort of awareness; she did not move much from her comfortable position on the cliffs - the Rukbat was setting in the distance, and the last light reached across to warm her hide quite perfectly from where she rested. It would be a bother to move.
R'get waved to Srunae as he approached her.
"Srunae, you doing anything at the moment?" he called. Perched on his shoulder, Lady chirruped her own greeting, she had grown quite fond of the girl, for unlike most two-leggers that Lady had met, this two-legger seemed to know how to treat a unique and wonderful being like herself.
"My last night with the gold wing." He grinned widely. "I decided to throw myself a little party, which, ideally would go better if there was someone to actually say goodbye to." The grin fell to a sheepish smile. "Alas alack, you are really my only friend in that group."
"Beach, a couple of bubbly pies - because, I'd love some wine but obviously you can't drink, don't ask me about it, I might have actually bought a skin or two without remembering. All in all, I've basically planned a perfect night," R'get winked, lifting up the small basket of gooey, delicious pies. "And, of course, there's me. I'm a treat. Don't say no?"
Aahh, the good old guilt-trip tactic. Classic. Also, classy.
While the other dragon might still be too young to fly in a wing, she was still high ranking, and there were expectations that needed to be met. R'get sometimes forgot common courtesies like that, addressing the goldpair like he would any other weyrling pair, but his green was far more serious-minded.
With that business taken care of, Pallath returned her attention to R'get. Of course this was more of a mental sort of awareness; she did not move much from her comfortable position on the cliffs - the Rukbat was setting in the distance, and the last light reached across to warm her hide quite perfectly from where she rested. It would be a bother to move.
R'get waved to Srunae as he approached her.
"Srunae, you doing anything at the moment?" he called. Perched on his shoulder, Lady chirruped her own greeting, she had grown quite fond of the girl, for unlike most two-leggers that Lady had met, this two-legger seemed to know how to treat a unique and wonderful being like herself.
"My last night with the gold wing." He grinned widely. "I decided to throw myself a little party, which, ideally would go better if there was someone to actually say goodbye to." The grin fell to a sheepish smile. "Alas alack, you are really my only friend in that group."
"Beach, a couple of bubbly pies - because, I'd love some wine but obviously you can't drink, don't ask me about it, I might have actually bought a skin or two without remembering. All in all, I've basically planned a perfect night," R'get winked, lifting up the small basket of gooey, delicious pies. "And, of course, there's me. I'm a treat. Don't say no?"
Aahh, the good old guilt-trip tactic. Classic. Also, classy.