Post by diogenessbeast on Jan 12, 2012 2:48:25 GMT -5
Dancereth and Mjolnir had become great friends, despite Mjolnir's initial uncertainty about the dragon. Freshly impressed, the little bronze had felt some bite of jealousy and had avoided the little dragoness, but she had proven herself every bit willing to share any and all affection, and now they were fast friends. Ter'lohr found this, occasionally, convenient: Mjolnir and Dancereth were happy to play in water long after the wetness had grown uncomfortable for him.
Thus, bathtime had become a routine. He would spend time in the water with them playing, and then wash them down properly. Mjolnir would "help" by rolling around in the sweetsand and then on Dancereth's hide, which was certainly fun for him, if not actually useful. Then, the dragon would submerge herself and swim, while Ter'lohr waded out of the basin to dry off and read a book. It was a relaxing way to spend the time where he wasn't doing the work weyrlinghood required of them.
That was the state they were in now: Ter'lohr was now dry enough to consider reading one of his borrowed hides, and had pulled it out of his weatherproof bag. Reading it was slow-going-- the hide was old and cracked, the writing small and cramped. His own grasp of the pernese written language could've been better, which made the reading slower-- but he enjoyed it. This particular hide was a ballad he had never heard sung, and he considered handing it off to a harper and asking if it was legible enough to play.
Dancereth's pleasant voice interrupted him, and he looked over to see her head emerging from the basin, dripping water, like some ancient sea monster. Ridermine, will you come back in the water with us?
Ter'lohr looked up from his hide and grinned, stretching out on the beach, and shrugged. It's so comfortable here, he answered mentally. If you insist, I will join you- but I'd rather stay dry. If i didn't know better, I'd think you were a fish, for how much you like the water.
I'd need gills to be a fish. was the amethyst's pleasant answer, And I haven't got those. Come join me anyway? The water is so comfortable and warm. she sighed, And the rest of the weyr is so hot and stiff. Such was the nature of summer.
Ter'lohr yawned, and thought for a second. "I'll probably join you in a little while," he answered finally- it was hot and muggy out. "But I'd like to read a little more first."
Thus, bathtime had become a routine. He would spend time in the water with them playing, and then wash them down properly. Mjolnir would "help" by rolling around in the sweetsand and then on Dancereth's hide, which was certainly fun for him, if not actually useful. Then, the dragon would submerge herself and swim, while Ter'lohr waded out of the basin to dry off and read a book. It was a relaxing way to spend the time where he wasn't doing the work weyrlinghood required of them.
That was the state they were in now: Ter'lohr was now dry enough to consider reading one of his borrowed hides, and had pulled it out of his weatherproof bag. Reading it was slow-going-- the hide was old and cracked, the writing small and cramped. His own grasp of the pernese written language could've been better, which made the reading slower-- but he enjoyed it. This particular hide was a ballad he had never heard sung, and he considered handing it off to a harper and asking if it was legible enough to play.
Dancereth's pleasant voice interrupted him, and he looked over to see her head emerging from the basin, dripping water, like some ancient sea monster. Ridermine, will you come back in the water with us?
Ter'lohr looked up from his hide and grinned, stretching out on the beach, and shrugged. It's so comfortable here, he answered mentally. If you insist, I will join you- but I'd rather stay dry. If i didn't know better, I'd think you were a fish, for how much you like the water.
I'd need gills to be a fish. was the amethyst's pleasant answer, And I haven't got those. Come join me anyway? The water is so comfortable and warm. she sighed, And the rest of the weyr is so hot and stiff. Such was the nature of summer.
Ter'lohr yawned, and thought for a second. "I'll probably join you in a little while," he answered finally- it was hot and muggy out. "But I'd like to read a little more first."