Post by panther on Apr 29, 2009 5:27:00 GMT -5
Chaovith shared his amusement with Rasth mentally, Q’sin and I are grateful to you for it Rasth. To you, and yours. Your kindness is much appreciated, it is nice to know that there are some here who are content to be welcoming. Chaovith told the green. She seemed very exciteable, but then most greens he had met, were. Unless she was being proddy.
Chaovith continued to give his undivided attention to the female, Perhaps you shall have to show me Rasth, for I am afraid if you continue to talk as such, it would be a logical conclusion a good match of teasing and truth in his statement, yet he could not stop the amusement from blossoming in his tone, her subtleties were not lost on him though. Aye, Gerananth and his are old companions of ours, Telgar – Pern’s oldest weyr, produced some fine stock, I am proud to be considered part of that.
High reaches eh? The blue pondered over the weyr mentally, I and mine have only ever visited that weyr fleetingly, we arrived there for a hatching perhaps five turns ago, socialised, to keep weyr camaraderie high. Aye, I can see that Dark moon will be as fortuitous, especially if we tend to get more along your lines, Rasth. The blue turned his mind to his rider for a fleeting minute Perhaps the company here might even be more enjoyable than home
Q’sin echoed favourably towards his dragon, then brought his attentions back to the room, and to the other part of Chaovith’s conversation. Aarora. “Ah, what can we mere human’s do with dragon’s conversations superseding our own? And, as Chaovith shared with yours, I can not see either of us ending up lonely here, unless we select such a path.” He noted the soft, flirt coming from Rasth’s rider too. His attention swiftly shifted to his new Wingleader.
“G’han, you would not miss a scaled gathering, whether the weyrwoman is present or otherwise. Though,” He flickered his attentions to the queen rider, “We are graced by your presence alone, humble riders that we may be” He smiled, small creases forming at his eyes, though obviously only the result showing in one eye, the other covered over by the patch, turning his attentions back to G’han,
“Yes, We have been riders for a long time, and you know as well as anybody that I was a wingsecond once upon a time, I am quite glad to be rid of that title though, theres a small part of me that’s adverse to excess responsibility, but yes. I can give you insight G’han. That is no problem at all Sir.” He jestfully bowed at the waist, trying to unsettle G’han even a little.
Q’sin’s smile broadened once more, “Ah Christae, the thought behind your words is most admirable, though, I believe Chaovith and I are both old, and ugly enough to look after ourselves.” He hesitated, well surely but her junior weyrwoman had an odd name. He conjured up an image of an incredibly fierce older woman, sour faced, scraggy looking, pinched and mean looking. How did they have two weyrwomen where one was so much older than the senior? He could not imagine that went down too well with this ‘Wolf” – though he left his imaginations silent, he replied to Christae, “I’m sure everyone here will be just grand, and when I meet your junior, she shall be as shining an example of a weyrwoman as yourself.
Aarora’s conversation turned to be shared with Aarora, q’sin did not begrudge this slightly, after all in broad company, attention must be shared. But as she spoke to him once more, offering to show him a dryer way to reach their destination, “Ah, muchly appreciated weyrwoman, though I am sure I am quite wet enough.” Thinking that, he untied the heavy wher cloak, folding it turning dampness in on itself, lining facing out, deep red glistened on the lining of his cloak, he was accustomed to some luxury.
Q'sin followed on, saying little more for a moment. leaving a small trail of water behind him. When he got to the halls, he would try to excuse himself for a small while, to change, or just get a spot beside a blazing fire, and back the water from himself. He scuffed a hand though his dark hair once more as he followed.
Chaovith continued to give his undivided attention to the female, Perhaps you shall have to show me Rasth, for I am afraid if you continue to talk as such, it would be a logical conclusion a good match of teasing and truth in his statement, yet he could not stop the amusement from blossoming in his tone, her subtleties were not lost on him though. Aye, Gerananth and his are old companions of ours, Telgar – Pern’s oldest weyr, produced some fine stock, I am proud to be considered part of that.
High reaches eh? The blue pondered over the weyr mentally, I and mine have only ever visited that weyr fleetingly, we arrived there for a hatching perhaps five turns ago, socialised, to keep weyr camaraderie high. Aye, I can see that Dark moon will be as fortuitous, especially if we tend to get more along your lines, Rasth. The blue turned his mind to his rider for a fleeting minute Perhaps the company here might even be more enjoyable than home
Q’sin echoed favourably towards his dragon, then brought his attentions back to the room, and to the other part of Chaovith’s conversation. Aarora. “Ah, what can we mere human’s do with dragon’s conversations superseding our own? And, as Chaovith shared with yours, I can not see either of us ending up lonely here, unless we select such a path.” He noted the soft, flirt coming from Rasth’s rider too. His attention swiftly shifted to his new Wingleader.
“G’han, you would not miss a scaled gathering, whether the weyrwoman is present or otherwise. Though,” He flickered his attentions to the queen rider, “We are graced by your presence alone, humble riders that we may be” He smiled, small creases forming at his eyes, though obviously only the result showing in one eye, the other covered over by the patch, turning his attentions back to G’han,
“Yes, We have been riders for a long time, and you know as well as anybody that I was a wingsecond once upon a time, I am quite glad to be rid of that title though, theres a small part of me that’s adverse to excess responsibility, but yes. I can give you insight G’han. That is no problem at all Sir.” He jestfully bowed at the waist, trying to unsettle G’han even a little.
Q’sin’s smile broadened once more, “Ah Christae, the thought behind your words is most admirable, though, I believe Chaovith and I are both old, and ugly enough to look after ourselves.” He hesitated, well surely but her junior weyrwoman had an odd name. He conjured up an image of an incredibly fierce older woman, sour faced, scraggy looking, pinched and mean looking. How did they have two weyrwomen where one was so much older than the senior? He could not imagine that went down too well with this ‘Wolf” – though he left his imaginations silent, he replied to Christae, “I’m sure everyone here will be just grand, and when I meet your junior, she shall be as shining an example of a weyrwoman as yourself.
Aarora’s conversation turned to be shared with Aarora, q’sin did not begrudge this slightly, after all in broad company, attention must be shared. But as she spoke to him once more, offering to show him a dryer way to reach their destination, “Ah, muchly appreciated weyrwoman, though I am sure I am quite wet enough.” Thinking that, he untied the heavy wher cloak, folding it turning dampness in on itself, lining facing out, deep red glistened on the lining of his cloak, he was accustomed to some luxury.
Q'sin followed on, saying little more for a moment. leaving a small trail of water behind him. When he got to the halls, he would try to excuse himself for a small while, to change, or just get a spot beside a blazing fire, and back the water from himself. He scuffed a hand though his dark hair once more as he followed.
