| I don't like flying. Xvirith announced suddenly, and unexpectidly, in the middle of weyrling lessons. Raeniel, used to the frequent and completely unrelated-to-whatever-was-going-on remarks from her dragon, ignored. But Xvirith wasn't in a mood to be ignored. She tossed her head, snorting, and interrrupted the weyrling master. He narrowed his eyes at Raeniel, indicating she should keep her dragon under control. Raeniel rolled her eyes and told Xvirith to be quiet and pay attention. Fine. Xvirith said, and flopped heavily down, disrupting the lesson again. Whatever. But I do want you to know, that I do not like flying. Okay Xivy, Raeniel said without paying much attention. I know. The female blue shook her head and stared up at the bronze displaying his wing for the talk on bone structures. Later Raeniel asked her half grown dragon what all that was about. What all what was about? "That whole, not liking to fly thing? We've only been flying once, and You seemed to enjoy it." Xvirith warbled playfully. Oh that, well, didn't you hear that A'bern tell us that flying was hard on a dragons wings? They could be broken even, or Threadscored. What would I do without my beautiful wings? Xvirith stretched her gangly wings to full extension, and Raeniel laughed at her vain creature. Xvirith had no sense of humour whatsoever, no matter how hard she tried. She was a sarcastic funny, hardly ready to pull a prank like some of the other weyrlings. I thought it was funny. Xvirith said unconvincingly, and Raeniel smiled gently, and patted her female mottled blue. "You would." |