Post by ShadowReine on Mar 25, 2010 9:36:14 GMT -5
There were some wide rocks at this end of the Weyr. On them was slumped...for want of a better term...Nyocia's smallest dragon. Sitting nearby, his rider was working on her fighting straps.
Surprisingly, this was something Gwen found a source of relaxation. She had always enjoyed sewing...and this was often the only sewing she had time to do. Admittedly, she had less dragon to oil than most...but she also had a dragon who showed every speck of dust and expected to be bathed often. She rode only the shortest sweep routes...but that meant she got tapped for any extra duty that needed a rider. Not conveyance, due to Tyrth's small size.
Heck, she'd sometimes been nailed with some of the Weyrwoman's paperwork. And drills. There were always drills.
Gwen had never really expected being a rider would be so busy, but then, so was every life. She enjoyed this one. She leaned back against her dragon and watched the sky. Spunky was playing tag with some brown or other...she wasn't sure whos, or if it was wild.
She'd probably fly again soon...
Surprisingly, this was something Gwen found a source of relaxation. She had always enjoyed sewing...and this was often the only sewing she had time to do. Admittedly, she had less dragon to oil than most...but she also had a dragon who showed every speck of dust and expected to be bathed often. She rode only the shortest sweep routes...but that meant she got tapped for any extra duty that needed a rider. Not conveyance, due to Tyrth's small size.
Heck, she'd sometimes been nailed with some of the Weyrwoman's paperwork. And drills. There were always drills.
Gwen had never really expected being a rider would be so busy, but then, so was every life. She enjoyed this one. She leaned back against her dragon and watched the sky. Spunky was playing tag with some brown or other...she wasn't sure whos, or if it was wild.
She'd probably fly again soon...
