houllow
Today had been the best day in..... well a very long time. Killakeeth allowed herself the leisure of slowly waking, sinking back to slowly surface again. She knew she'd flown well and her clutch would be stellar. The Weyr seemed quieter too, which had allowed the lazy gold to sleep late into the afternoon. Killakeeth slowly opened an eye to eye the sun that would only be showing for a couple more hours.
She was in her own wallow of sand. Which was good as the large gold hated squeezing into someone else's wallow with them. Though she didn't sense her mate curled up next to her. Had he returned home already then? Pah they always seemed to up and leave so quickly after the flight.
Killakeeth turned her attention to her rider. A quick sense and the gold knew her rider wasn't at home with her own chosen winner. That meant she was somewhere else. She could sense the redhead waking and sent her love. Seems someone has the wandering foot. Did you enjoy yourself as much as I did? Killakeeth let the smug color her tone.
I think I did. Did you end up at your wallow? The dragon let her rider feel her rolling in her sand pit that she'd carefully crafted. Good. Don't know when I'll be home, don't wait up for me. Killakeeth sent her agreement and shifted to her side debating what she wanted to do at the moment.