Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Feb 22, 2014 11:51:13 GMT -8
3076.03.21 | Mid-Morning | Ayasha and Revallesh’s aerie
Ayasha was feeding Revallesh fish. Or rather, she was working her way through a series of rhythm exercises by humming them, while Revallesh alternated between eating the small fish in front of her and joining in the rhythm exercises. It wasn’t anything too complicated just…
The humming and singing was interrupted then, by a dragon’s bellow, echoed moments later by other voices. Ayasha felt her pulse quicken. It was a slight effect, mild, for she was some ways away and not even a dragonrider, let alone one of the riders whose dragons were engaged. She knew immediately what it was though, after all, she’d lived near Weyrs her whole life. A Flight was about to commence.
Ayasha flopped on her cot, then started actually drumming the rhythm exercises on its foot. She needed the distraction, like Weyrlings, Fledglings were not supposed to think about certain things, and there was nothing like a draconic Flight to make you realize that you were unattached.
“This should be interesting,” she said, watching Revallesh, done eating, retreat into her normal, scrunched posture and puff out her feathers. They’d been up late the past few nights, and the young LifeWing clearly thought that now was a great time to catch up on some sleep.
Ayasha was feeding Revallesh fish. Or rather, she was working her way through a series of rhythm exercises by humming them, while Revallesh alternated between eating the small fish in front of her and joining in the rhythm exercises. It wasn’t anything too complicated just…
The humming and singing was interrupted then, by a dragon’s bellow, echoed moments later by other voices. Ayasha felt her pulse quicken. It was a slight effect, mild, for she was some ways away and not even a dragonrider, let alone one of the riders whose dragons were engaged. She knew immediately what it was though, after all, she’d lived near Weyrs her whole life. A Flight was about to commence.
Ayasha flopped on her cot, then started actually drumming the rhythm exercises on its foot. She needed the distraction, like Weyrlings, Fledglings were not supposed to think about certain things, and there was nothing like a draconic Flight to make you realize that you were unattached.
“This should be interesting,” she said, watching Revallesh, done eating, retreat into her normal, scrunched posture and puff out her feathers. They’d been up late the past few nights, and the young LifeWing clearly thought that now was a great time to catch up on some sleep.