Oh, she was enjoying this freedom away from the barracks more and more. Now finally set free and cozy in a stone weyr, Sauzath had been able to roam some as her rider was busy -- even if the weather was turning such sour notes. Yet as she sunned herself on the small ledge, reveling in every drip of warmth she could eke out of the day, Shalbyath's call pulled her away from her almost nap-like haze.
However, there's a brief moment where she debated simply.. not going. Would that be so bad? It wasn't an order, though Sauzath found herself reluctantly climbing to her claws. No, not an order, but she would be the idea of charming green. Someone her mother found dear deserved it, she.. supposed.
Of course, Shalbyath. But a moment. Launching into the air, Sauzath kept her tone pleasantly even-keel. The large, older gold's ledge wasn't far from hers, but much roomier than her smaller one. Less fitting than a green queen deserved, but one she would remedy eventually, if she had her way.
Oh, your ledge is wonderfully spacious. Thank you for sharing it with me. Settling down gently, Sauzath's eyes whirled in appreciation.
Lessons are going quite well, we've just moved into our new weyrs not long ago -- a welcome motion, as with a glimmering sister and so many brothers, it was growing cramped. She hummed gently, settling herself down next to Shalbyath with all the grace of royalty.
I was beginning to fear that we'd all freeze together, with the turn of this weather. Perhaps if we made it out, we'd be the most odd-looking wing of dragons. A soft chuckle for her own dark joke.
