Akira smiled lazily as she relaxed beside the Weyrlake where her dragoness was relaxing in the warm waters. It was turning out to be a calm, quiet day for the Junior Weyrwoman, but she knew from experience that things could change in an instant. You must relax Mine, you have earned at least one day without paperwork. The large red dragoness’ head was just barely visible above the water, and even though the woman knew her dragon was right, she couldn’t help but feel that there was something else she should be doing instead of sitting there relaxing.
(((OOC: Sorry, not very good at starting threads. x.x)))
Post by diogenessbeast on Apr 3, 2013 15:15:39 GMT -5
Akira wasn't the only one who had trouble relaxing. Dusekatth often found he had trouble getting his rider to take some time to herself, and this was one of the rare occasions where it was working. She finally, finally had time to herself to practice her craft, but- as was sometimes the case with artistic endeavors- today, the energy was just not flowing. Every attempt above the glass-forge or torches resulted in awful droopy messes, and it made her upset and frustrated. It was only after the third ruined peice that she elected to listen to her dragon's words and follow him to the lake, and then only because he'd requested a bath.
Oh well. He would linger with the bath and make her linger as well. Datura would relax whether she wanted to or not.
As they approached the weyrlake, the pair saw that they were not alone. Dusekaath bugled to Amaranth, speeding up slightly to a slow trot as he saw the vibrant red dragoness in the water. Hello, Amaranth! how are you and yours today?
Datura lagged behind somewhat, less inclined to socialize- especially not with someone who had such a position of power as jr weyrwoman. She nodded politely to the rider as they passed, and slowed down, somewhat awkwardly, to offer a greeting. "Good day." she offered, glancing at her dragon. "I hope it's treating you well, weyrwoman."
Dusekatth rumbled in amusement and waded into the water; now Datura would surely have no excuse to rush his bath and run off now.