Post by Lothyna on Nov 15, 2010 22:22:13 GMT -5
Who: Sa'niel, Geveneth, Shen. (open)
What: Craft work and distractions from a young dragon
Where: The beach, near a small, perfect-for-hatchling depth pool in the water.
When: Early afternoon
Warnings: None
The tantalizing summer breezes, and the lovely drowsing heat, along with the noises of some of the bolder jungle birds were a siren’s call. When you added to that a curious, itchy young dragonet, and a playful, exploratory firelizard, combined with a missive about work for a craft, well… it ended up creating rather a mess at first. Sa’niel had been curled up talking to Geveneth, getting used to the bond and exploring topics with her, when Shen had appeared beside them, clutching a parchment in her tube for messages, and cheeping excitedly as she sent them both images of Sa’niel’s old Master, and a tasty treat of sweet meat as a bribe, before settling down to allow herSav to remove the message and read it. Once that was done, Shen chirped a happy greeting to Geveneth, and settled right next to her.
Chuckling, while Geveneth went nose-to-nose with Shen to greet her, he studied the message, then smiled. He’d already completed something that would serve, but the mention of people taking an interest in the pieces he made with wire and gems was intriguing, and worth designing more things for. He glanced down at the baby dragon fondly, studying her bulging belly. They’d been just about to head to the lake for her to sleep off her morning meal, and her sides looked a bit comical with the chunkiness from the meat there. Grabbing a carry-sack, Sa’niel stuffed a snack for himself, some drawing tools, and a large jar of oil into it, before stomping his feet into his boots. “Come, loves. Let’s get down to the lake before you fall asleep right here.”
~Savviemine, I’m so tired, though… It’s not far, is it? Will Desyth be there? Or the others?~ Geveneth’s tired voice slipped into his mind, and Sa’niel paused, then knelt, caressing her eye ridges as a gentle, unbelieving love washed through him. He still was astounded so perfect a dragonet could ever want him, and treasured her greatly. “Of course, love. It’s not far at all. And then we’ll be right there to bathe you after, hmm? You know that the hot sun will feel very good as you nap, dear-heart. And I don't know, they might be. Why don’t we go see?” Coaxing, and cajoling lightly, he led her down by the waters, carefully settling her into a depression in the sand, and making sure her wings were tucked comfortably.
Kneeling beside her, he smiled, utterly besotted, and ran a gentle hand over her spine, as Shen cheeped from his shoulder. “Sleep, Love. I’ll be right there under the tree, ok?” He felt a tired assent, Geveneth already too asleep to answer, as Shen crawled down his arm, curling up right next to her bigbigSisterGreen’s head, determined to keep watch over her. Wandering over to a nearby tree, Sa’niel settled down to work, soon lost in thought, both about his project, and the green dragoness laying there, soaking up sun, with tiny whistling snores on occasion as she dreamed. Shen lay sprawled beside Geveneth, a bright patch that mirrored the dragon, dreaming too.
Curled beside the water with a desk on his lap, the young smith turned Weyrling was scribbling away, occasionally glancing up to study the two. A desk seated on his lap now had a clip holding papers which fluttered in the light breeze, drawing and designs covering all of them, though most were not the assignment he’d needed to do. Instead, he had glanced down to see dragon-imagery, such as he’d not enjoyed after the death of his family at Fort, studding the paper. Geveneth’s lithe form was most prevalent, and he’d worked out an emblem for a pendant of her and Shen, based on some funny moments playing in water for her bath, the first day they’d been bonded. Peering down at it, he frowned, and started noting materials, wanting to capture her young, fresh innocence while it lasted.
What: Craft work and distractions from a young dragon
Where: The beach, near a small, perfect-for-hatchling depth pool in the water.
When: Early afternoon
Warnings: None
The tantalizing summer breezes, and the lovely drowsing heat, along with the noises of some of the bolder jungle birds were a siren’s call. When you added to that a curious, itchy young dragonet, and a playful, exploratory firelizard, combined with a missive about work for a craft, well… it ended up creating rather a mess at first. Sa’niel had been curled up talking to Geveneth, getting used to the bond and exploring topics with her, when Shen had appeared beside them, clutching a parchment in her tube for messages, and cheeping excitedly as she sent them both images of Sa’niel’s old Master, and a tasty treat of sweet meat as a bribe, before settling down to allow herSav to remove the message and read it. Once that was done, Shen chirped a happy greeting to Geveneth, and settled right next to her.
Chuckling, while Geveneth went nose-to-nose with Shen to greet her, he studied the message, then smiled. He’d already completed something that would serve, but the mention of people taking an interest in the pieces he made with wire and gems was intriguing, and worth designing more things for. He glanced down at the baby dragon fondly, studying her bulging belly. They’d been just about to head to the lake for her to sleep off her morning meal, and her sides looked a bit comical with the chunkiness from the meat there. Grabbing a carry-sack, Sa’niel stuffed a snack for himself, some drawing tools, and a large jar of oil into it, before stomping his feet into his boots. “Come, loves. Let’s get down to the lake before you fall asleep right here.”
~Savviemine, I’m so tired, though… It’s not far, is it? Will Desyth be there? Or the others?~ Geveneth’s tired voice slipped into his mind, and Sa’niel paused, then knelt, caressing her eye ridges as a gentle, unbelieving love washed through him. He still was astounded so perfect a dragonet could ever want him, and treasured her greatly. “Of course, love. It’s not far at all. And then we’ll be right there to bathe you after, hmm? You know that the hot sun will feel very good as you nap, dear-heart. And I don't know, they might be. Why don’t we go see?” Coaxing, and cajoling lightly, he led her down by the waters, carefully settling her into a depression in the sand, and making sure her wings were tucked comfortably.
Kneeling beside her, he smiled, utterly besotted, and ran a gentle hand over her spine, as Shen cheeped from his shoulder. “Sleep, Love. I’ll be right there under the tree, ok?” He felt a tired assent, Geveneth already too asleep to answer, as Shen crawled down his arm, curling up right next to her bigbigSisterGreen’s head, determined to keep watch over her. Wandering over to a nearby tree, Sa’niel settled down to work, soon lost in thought, both about his project, and the green dragoness laying there, soaking up sun, with tiny whistling snores on occasion as she dreamed. Shen lay sprawled beside Geveneth, a bright patch that mirrored the dragon, dreaming too.
Curled beside the water with a desk on his lap, the young smith turned Weyrling was scribbling away, occasionally glancing up to study the two. A desk seated on his lap now had a clip holding papers which fluttered in the light breeze, drawing and designs covering all of them, though most were not the assignment he’d needed to do. Instead, he had glanced down to see dragon-imagery, such as he’d not enjoyed after the death of his family at Fort, studding the paper. Geveneth’s lithe form was most prevalent, and he’d worked out an emblem for a pendant of her and Shen, based on some funny moments playing in water for her bath, the first day they’d been bonded. Peering down at it, he frowned, and started noting materials, wanting to capture her young, fresh innocence while it lasted.
