Post by Sh'mal on Mar 25, 2011 19:41:02 GMT -6
Verra leaned back in her chair and sighed. A skin detailing dragon anatomy lay in front of her on her table. She'd figured that it would be easier to study in her quarters, away from the hustle of the Weyr, but she couldn't visualize it. If she had a living subject... "That's it! Oy, Sonny, where ye be this time?" She rose from her chair and began searching for the little 'lizard in his favorite hiding spots. A drawer contained only Sonny's assortment of random pieces of metal. The jar he liked to ambush her from was also empty. He was even absent from his pile of assorted fuzzy materials. She finally gave up and mindcalled him. Sonny! Get back here, lad, I need ye!
Verra smiled. If that didn't get the heroic little Brown back, nothing short of a mating flight would. A few moments later, she felt a warm weight atop her head and peered through her bangs at Sonny's bright green eyes. "There ye are! Sunnin' somewhere, aye? Well get down from there so I ken see ye." The Brown obliged, gliding down onto her desk and, briefly glancing at her work, got into the same position as the dragon in the picture. Verra looked him over while referring to the skin, exclaiming every so often, "Ah, that's where it be! Sharding skin couldn't just say that, now, could it? Too sharding easy, then." Once she finished her examination, she picked up the plate where her half-finished lunch still lay. A few scraps of roast wherry, cold, but still quite edible, a lightly nibbled roll, and a cup of cold klah were all that was left. She held out a piece of the wherry to the firelizard, who quickly snapped up the prize. Verra fed him the remainder, after which he gave her a glance that plainly said, That's it? before gliding over to the ledge outside her window where she always oiled him.
Verra laughed. "I got ye, I got ye. It's bath time, aye?" She retrieved the pot of oil that the Weyr had given her when they heard that she'd brought a 'lizard. As she gently spread the oil over his skin with a brush, she mused,. "Ah, yer such a pretty wee thing. If I were a beautiful Brown like ye, instead of the green I am, I'd be able to catch plenty o' greens. Aren't too many greens like me. Though me brother's told me there seem ta be more at the Weyrs. Ah, well," she said as she finished oiling him. Sonny leaned into her hand as she scratched him under his chin. "Ye'll jest have ta catch the greens for me. Ye and whatever dragon I manage ta Impress." She wondered what sort of dragon she'd Impress, if she ever did. A Burgundy, perhaps? She pictured herself soaring into Ruatha Hold on the back of her huge dragon. She imagined her parents waiting outside for her in the midst of a gigantic crowd; the whole of the Hold. Back a ways, her siblings stood around her brother and his massive Bronze. She could picture vividly the smile on his face, his dragon's welcoming bugle, and her own dragon's response. A fierce chittering woke her from her daydream. Sonny was flying around her head, his eyes redding with hunger. Verra laughed. "All right, laddy. We'll get ye some more ta eat. And, now that ye're sparklin' clean, I'll clean meself off." She walked out of the room, her Brown excitedly circling her head.
Verra smiled. If that didn't get the heroic little Brown back, nothing short of a mating flight would. A few moments later, she felt a warm weight atop her head and peered through her bangs at Sonny's bright green eyes. "There ye are! Sunnin' somewhere, aye? Well get down from there so I ken see ye." The Brown obliged, gliding down onto her desk and, briefly glancing at her work, got into the same position as the dragon in the picture. Verra looked him over while referring to the skin, exclaiming every so often, "Ah, that's where it be! Sharding skin couldn't just say that, now, could it? Too sharding easy, then." Once she finished her examination, she picked up the plate where her half-finished lunch still lay. A few scraps of roast wherry, cold, but still quite edible, a lightly nibbled roll, and a cup of cold klah were all that was left. She held out a piece of the wherry to the firelizard, who quickly snapped up the prize. Verra fed him the remainder, after which he gave her a glance that plainly said, That's it? before gliding over to the ledge outside her window where she always oiled him.
Verra laughed. "I got ye, I got ye. It's bath time, aye?" She retrieved the pot of oil that the Weyr had given her when they heard that she'd brought a 'lizard. As she gently spread the oil over his skin with a brush, she mused,. "Ah, yer such a pretty wee thing. If I were a beautiful Brown like ye, instead of the green I am, I'd be able to catch plenty o' greens. Aren't too many greens like me. Though me brother's told me there seem ta be more at the Weyrs. Ah, well," she said as she finished oiling him. Sonny leaned into her hand as she scratched him under his chin. "Ye'll jest have ta catch the greens for me. Ye and whatever dragon I manage ta Impress." She wondered what sort of dragon she'd Impress, if she ever did. A Burgundy, perhaps? She pictured herself soaring into Ruatha Hold on the back of her huge dragon. She imagined her parents waiting outside for her in the midst of a gigantic crowd; the whole of the Hold. Back a ways, her siblings stood around her brother and his massive Bronze. She could picture vividly the smile on his face, his dragon's welcoming bugle, and her own dragon's response. A fierce chittering woke her from her daydream. Sonny was flying around her head, his eyes redding with hunger. Verra laughed. "All right, laddy. We'll get ye some more ta eat. And, now that ye're sparklin' clean, I'll clean meself off." She walked out of the room, her Brown excitedly circling her head.