Post by Shoki on Sept 22, 2014 20:40:22 GMT -8
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Midday
Hedara. Temperanth’s gentle voice was pushed aside for a moment as Hedara finished up more paperwork. She still had to handle the intake of food, and resources were always scarce. Especially with balancing it will striking at that sharding thread-bait of a- Hedara… Hedara let out a breath and finished up the paper she was on.
Yes Temperanth?
The sun is shining, go take a moment outside. The Ice looked over the Bowl from her perch, watching the dragons and riders below. The days were getting short, the cold coming with the days. If you go out when you usually do you might not see the sun.
Hedara’s eyes were on the desk in front of her, her mouth in a tight frown. Ivy, who had been resting to the side of her desk, looked up, chirping a question. Her draconic companions were liable to gang up on her. Fine, she needed to stretch her legs for a moment anyway. She rose, smoothly, and pushed her chair in before motioning to Ivy. The Green firelizard crooned, and flew after her mistress, never too close. Temperanth was pleased, Hedara felt, and descended to the Bowl to be in the proximity. Hedara looked at the office of her Weyrleader as she passed it, but it seemed the other woman wasn’t in. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, Ceir had a different scheadule from hers. Honestly, the other woman wasn’t around Hedara all that much, except when work required it. She wondered if that had something to do with proving she was a Weyrleader as much as any other, but she couldn’t say one way or the other.
Things were never really simple at Ice Stone.
Hedara arrived at the Bowl promptly, and paused to gauge the mood in the Weyr. She did this a fair bit. As she scanned, it didn’t seem like she spied anyone arguing. Well, that was good, but she never could tell. After all, sometimes even the people she was supposed to be relying on let their emotions get the best of them. Temperanth was slightly amused at that, but didn’t say anything. Otherwise the subject of their memories would hear. Or might, he generally kept such things under wraps. Hedara walked toward the Ice Queen, but stopped well before she could reach out to touch her dragoness. Temperanth’s mood was pleasant enough, Hedara looked as she generally did, far too serious. Or, considering all the things that kept happening around her, just serious enough.
Cold? Hedara tilted her head to look up at Temperanth’s eyes, raising an eyebrow.
Not at all. She was of proper northern stock, never having been anywhere warmer then the Hold until after she impressed Temperanth. It is still most agreeable.
Mm, well I thought I would ask, you tend not to pay attention to yourself when you are thinking so much. Some of the riders look chilled. Temepranth and Hedara shifted their gaze to an Aurora rider, who seemed to be rubbing their hands together and breathing into them. Hedara shifted her gaze to the Ice Queen, who looked back at her, though with more amusement. Well, the cold was coming in more strongly everyday, it was true. What else did one expect from the place that the Ices called home?
Midday
Hedara. Temperanth’s gentle voice was pushed aside for a moment as Hedara finished up more paperwork. She still had to handle the intake of food, and resources were always scarce. Especially with balancing it will striking at that sharding thread-bait of a- Hedara… Hedara let out a breath and finished up the paper she was on.
Yes Temperanth?
The sun is shining, go take a moment outside. The Ice looked over the Bowl from her perch, watching the dragons and riders below. The days were getting short, the cold coming with the days. If you go out when you usually do you might not see the sun.
Hedara’s eyes were on the desk in front of her, her mouth in a tight frown. Ivy, who had been resting to the side of her desk, looked up, chirping a question. Her draconic companions were liable to gang up on her. Fine, she needed to stretch her legs for a moment anyway. She rose, smoothly, and pushed her chair in before motioning to Ivy. The Green firelizard crooned, and flew after her mistress, never too close. Temperanth was pleased, Hedara felt, and descended to the Bowl to be in the proximity. Hedara looked at the office of her Weyrleader as she passed it, but it seemed the other woman wasn’t in. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, Ceir had a different scheadule from hers. Honestly, the other woman wasn’t around Hedara all that much, except when work required it. She wondered if that had something to do with proving she was a Weyrleader as much as any other, but she couldn’t say one way or the other.
Things were never really simple at Ice Stone.
Hedara arrived at the Bowl promptly, and paused to gauge the mood in the Weyr. She did this a fair bit. As she scanned, it didn’t seem like she spied anyone arguing. Well, that was good, but she never could tell. After all, sometimes even the people she was supposed to be relying on let their emotions get the best of them. Temperanth was slightly amused at that, but didn’t say anything. Otherwise the subject of their memories would hear. Or might, he generally kept such things under wraps. Hedara walked toward the Ice Queen, but stopped well before she could reach out to touch her dragoness. Temperanth’s mood was pleasant enough, Hedara looked as she generally did, far too serious. Or, considering all the things that kept happening around her, just serious enough.
Cold? Hedara tilted her head to look up at Temperanth’s eyes, raising an eyebrow.
Not at all. She was of proper northern stock, never having been anywhere warmer then the Hold until after she impressed Temperanth. It is still most agreeable.
Mm, well I thought I would ask, you tend not to pay attention to yourself when you are thinking so much. Some of the riders look chilled. Temepranth and Hedara shifted their gaze to an Aurora rider, who seemed to be rubbing their hands together and breathing into them. Hedara shifted her gaze to the Ice Queen, who looked back at her, though with more amusement. Well, the cold was coming in more strongly everyday, it was true. What else did one expect from the place that the Ices called home?