Post by Zero on Jun 1, 2011 16:52:22 GMT -5
S’valMine, you’ve slept long enough. Can we go to the waters now?
With a start the ruffled looking bronze rider nearly fell out of bed as the anxious voice of his bonded invaded his dreams. Kicking the blankets off with a loud groan, S’val shot a glare towards the entrance of Solariths quarters where all he could see was a pair of green eyes peering at him from the darkness. “Oh really, Solarith, the sun has barely risen and already you want to have a bath? Am I at least allowed some time for breakfast?” Yawning, the rider dragged himself from his bed and proceeded to rummage around his room for some clean clothes. Eventually he managed to pull a crisp white tunic from a drawer and located a pair of dark trousers and began to dress. If I am to catch the eye of a Queen I must take pride in my appearance and I need you to assist. I am not an impatient hatchling though, you may take your time to eat. With a snort, the bronze watched his rider for a moment longer before stepping out onto the ledge just outside his weyr.
S’val chuckled at his dragon’s words as he pulled on his riding boots. Oh thank you for the permission. Clearly teasing, the large bronze simply responded with a huff before he launched himself into the crisp morning air and slowly circled the bowl before deciding to land on a jutting ledge, a respectable distance from the mother Queen, curious to catch a glimpse of her unhatched offspring as he had heard rumors of two curious looking eggs.
Shaking his head with a mild grin playing with his features, S’val casually made his way down to the kitchens with the hope that someone had some hot klah ready and waiting for the early risers such as himself and perhaps something to munch on as well. It didn’t come as a surprise for him though when he entered the dining hall and spotted a familiar brown flit wandering back and forth between the halls few occupants in the hopes of gaining some scraps or desired attention. With a smile and a “thank you” as someone passed him a warm cup of klah, S’val made his way across the hall till he found an empty table by the window. “So this is where you disappear to? Keep begging like you do and one day you’ll be too fat to fly! Then Solarith really will be able to pick on you.” Looking somewhat guilty and sheepish, the little flit hopped across the tables till reaching His and nuzzled S’vals arm with a happy little chirp. As if to defend himself, Reign stood to his full height and spread his wings wide, almost showing off the fact that he was far from getting fat. Sighing softly, the Rider rubbed the top of the browns head before turning his gaze to the view outside, wondering what the rest of the weyr would be getting up to today.
With a start the ruffled looking bronze rider nearly fell out of bed as the anxious voice of his bonded invaded his dreams. Kicking the blankets off with a loud groan, S’val shot a glare towards the entrance of Solariths quarters where all he could see was a pair of green eyes peering at him from the darkness. “Oh really, Solarith, the sun has barely risen and already you want to have a bath? Am I at least allowed some time for breakfast?” Yawning, the rider dragged himself from his bed and proceeded to rummage around his room for some clean clothes. Eventually he managed to pull a crisp white tunic from a drawer and located a pair of dark trousers and began to dress. If I am to catch the eye of a Queen I must take pride in my appearance and I need you to assist. I am not an impatient hatchling though, you may take your time to eat. With a snort, the bronze watched his rider for a moment longer before stepping out onto the ledge just outside his weyr.
S’val chuckled at his dragon’s words as he pulled on his riding boots. Oh thank you for the permission. Clearly teasing, the large bronze simply responded with a huff before he launched himself into the crisp morning air and slowly circled the bowl before deciding to land on a jutting ledge, a respectable distance from the mother Queen, curious to catch a glimpse of her unhatched offspring as he had heard rumors of two curious looking eggs.
Shaking his head with a mild grin playing with his features, S’val casually made his way down to the kitchens with the hope that someone had some hot klah ready and waiting for the early risers such as himself and perhaps something to munch on as well. It didn’t come as a surprise for him though when he entered the dining hall and spotted a familiar brown flit wandering back and forth between the halls few occupants in the hopes of gaining some scraps or desired attention. With a smile and a “thank you” as someone passed him a warm cup of klah, S’val made his way across the hall till he found an empty table by the window. “So this is where you disappear to? Keep begging like you do and one day you’ll be too fat to fly! Then Solarith really will be able to pick on you.” Looking somewhat guilty and sheepish, the little flit hopped across the tables till reaching His and nuzzled S’vals arm with a happy little chirp. As if to defend himself, Reign stood to his full height and spread his wings wide, almost showing off the fact that he was far from getting fat. Sighing softly, the Rider rubbed the top of the browns head before turning his gaze to the view outside, wondering what the rest of the weyr would be getting up to today.