Post by Esko on May 31, 2020 18:51:53 GMT -5
As the Gather surged with growing activity, an orange bronze blinked out of between. Zenoth's wings tilted as he banked towards the ground. F'mol could sense his plans to find one of the queens to converse with. The rider himself was unsure what he would do with his day, but shopping was low on his list of priorities. Dressed in his formal Harper blues, the sight of a Hold was much welcome to his eyes. Jask differed from Crom and yet it hit the nostalgic senses that the Weyrhold didn't. He took a deep whiff of fresh air and smiled as Zenoth's talons touched the ground. "Now, don't get in too much trouble!" He cheerfully chided, sliding down the bronze's leg and landing on the ground.
Must you feel the need to remind me? Zenoth sniffed indignantly, but slunk off. Of the collection, F'mol had only brought Migo; the poor gemglider wouldn't detach herself from him. Leaving Intago at home was a gamble, but he couldn't keep his eye on too many lizards with all of the bustle of a gather. Migo curled herself tight around the back of his neck, her little claws almost tearing holes in his outfit. The music floating through the air tugged at his ears and F'mol followed his senses. Refreshment and music sounded like a lovely way to spend his time!
He made his way to a central area, where seats and tables were lined up. There! A troupe of performing Harpers. Ah, he recognized that tune! F'mol took a seat right quick, and with his chin resting in his hand he sunk himself into the atmosphere of the place. One needed a good day of fun to recover from going on a high-risk mission to save Mavros.
Zen
Must you feel the need to remind me? Zenoth sniffed indignantly, but slunk off. Of the collection, F'mol had only brought Migo; the poor gemglider wouldn't detach herself from him. Leaving Intago at home was a gamble, but he couldn't keep his eye on too many lizards with all of the bustle of a gather. Migo curled herself tight around the back of his neck, her little claws almost tearing holes in his outfit. The music floating through the air tugged at his ears and F'mol followed his senses. Refreshment and music sounded like a lovely way to spend his time!
He made his way to a central area, where seats and tables were lined up. There! A troupe of performing Harpers. Ah, he recognized that tune! F'mol took a seat right quick, and with his chin resting in his hand he sunk himself into the atmosphere of the place. One needed a good day of fun to recover from going on a high-risk mission to save Mavros.
Zen