The middle of a hot spring day was one of Khamaith’s most favorite times -- next to the heat of a midsummer day. Yet it’s the pleasant surprise of having the day off that made her want to take full advantage of it. Though she would normally be catching up on some much-desired and loved naps, and Ezyzu busy on writing letters and errands of her own, Khamaith had risen from her sand wallow, giving long stretches before making her way back to the center of the Weyr.
There was a small bit of irony, moving from the sometimes wild edge of the ocean to the tamer waves of the weyrlake, but the soothing water still felt good none-the-less. It lapped at her ankles until she waded out deeper, finally dipping down to swim beneath the surface and breach with a small, delighted chirp.
