Post by phlysolo on Mar 3, 2009 15:02:52 GMT -5
It was an unusually quiet morning, Brylorea supposed, as she and Voluspath crossed the great Weyrbowl for the sparkling waters of the lake. Up above, Rukbat was shining magnificently in a clear blue sky. The weather was comfortably cool, comfortably warm as well and Brylorea found herself thoroughly content with her life. Voluspath was growing marvelously and their transition from Weyrling to a proper goldpair was coming a long a little better. For the past few sevendays, Brylorea had gone over what little records were left over from the Weyrs of old, learning what she could about the responsibilities a Weyrwoman traditionally had whenever she had some free time.
As for right now, the gold had just finished her morning meal and, as usual, had managed to smear gore and blood all over her neck, stomach, and head. While the deep maroon of coagulated blood was becoming on her clear gold hide, it stunk and made Voluspath look like some raving mad dragon. So, it was bath time!
Hopefully, the young woman though, a Candidate or two would come along and help her give the nearly Turn old gold a bath. She was too large to bathe properly within a reasonable time now.
As for right now, the gold had just finished her morning meal and, as usual, had managed to smear gore and blood all over her neck, stomach, and head. While the deep maroon of coagulated blood was becoming on her clear gold hide, it stunk and made Voluspath look like some raving mad dragon. So, it was bath time!
Hopefully, the young woman though, a Candidate or two would come along and help her give the nearly Turn old gold a bath. She was too large to bathe properly within a reasonable time now.
