Post by Inkwell on Jun 12, 2011 23:04:17 GMT -5
The air down by the beach was heavy and humid, not so much because of the proximity of the water as because summers at Warden's were always marked by such muggy weather. Combined with the heat of the sun slanting down from an utterly cloudless sky, the weather could be described as 'sweltering and smelling faintly of wet clothes' by the generous.
Orren loved it. It wasn't often that one of his off days corresponded with such relatively nice weather, and he'd jumped at the chance to simply enjoy himself down by the water, inescapable smell of wet clothing that came from drying, half-submerged sea plants notwithstanding. He had grown up somewhere that was very firmly landlocked, and though he'd been at Warden's for three turns now, the sea still held a certain fascination for him.
He wandered along by the side of the water, shirt thrown over his shoulder (it was hot out, alright), no clear destination evident from his path. Occasionally he'd stop or loop back to inspect a particularly interesting shell or rock half-buried in the sand, and would only leave it and continue on when Honey, his little golden flit, started getting impatient. There was only so much she could nose at a rock before it got boring, especially if it wasn't shiny.
After all, there was a motive to this trek. Aside from merely wanting to enjoy the weather, Orren was on the lookout for something worthy of presenting to Semith during the Touching. It was getting closer and closer and he still didn't have anything, and while he knew it was not required, the idea of being possibly rude to a nesting queen dragon did not appeal to him.
So he set down the flat, round stone he'd been inspecting. "What do you think? Still not shiny enough?"
Honey's wings fluttered and she cocked her head at him reproachfully. Of course it wasn't shiny enough. She'd know when they found something good enough for a queen, and he'd just to have to be patient. Of course, getting her to understand that the shiny wasn't for her once they found it was going to be another battle altogether.
Orren loved it. It wasn't often that one of his off days corresponded with such relatively nice weather, and he'd jumped at the chance to simply enjoy himself down by the water, inescapable smell of wet clothing that came from drying, half-submerged sea plants notwithstanding. He had grown up somewhere that was very firmly landlocked, and though he'd been at Warden's for three turns now, the sea still held a certain fascination for him.
He wandered along by the side of the water, shirt thrown over his shoulder (it was hot out, alright), no clear destination evident from his path. Occasionally he'd stop or loop back to inspect a particularly interesting shell or rock half-buried in the sand, and would only leave it and continue on when Honey, his little golden flit, started getting impatient. There was only so much she could nose at a rock before it got boring, especially if it wasn't shiny.
After all, there was a motive to this trek. Aside from merely wanting to enjoy the weather, Orren was on the lookout for something worthy of presenting to Semith during the Touching. It was getting closer and closer and he still didn't have anything, and while he knew it was not required, the idea of being possibly rude to a nesting queen dragon did not appeal to him.
So he set down the flat, round stone he'd been inspecting. "What do you think? Still not shiny enough?"
Honey's wings fluttered and she cocked her head at him reproachfully. Of course it wasn't shiny enough. She'd know when they found something good enough for a queen, and he'd just to have to be patient. Of course, getting her to understand that the shiny wasn't for her once they found it was going to be another battle altogether.
