[Lydia secretly loves days like these. It's quiet, there have been no warning signs of imminent Threadfall, the sun is high and the weather is warm, her dragon is swimming in the lake outside of the weyr, enjoying slinking along deep beneath the water, as hidden as she can be until surging up to the surface to snatch a big breath and jostle anyone else who might be trying to enjoy the warm summer day.
Ikath always did like to cause a fuss.
Lydia, however, is abstaining from enjoying the cool water, instead lounging nearby in the scant shade she can find, watching the goings-on with a sharp eye. (Lydia is very fond of gossip — she likes to pretend it's because she's a night-rider, a spy, but really it's just because she's nosy). Her gaze lifts when she senses someone come up behind her and she huffs a little.]
four?
Ikath always did like to cause a fuss.
Lydia, however, is abstaining from enjoying the cool water, instead lounging nearby in the scant shade she can find, watching the goings-on with a sharp eye. (Lydia is very fond of gossip — she likes to pretend it's because she's a night-rider, a spy, but really it's just because she's nosy). Her gaze lifts when she senses someone come up behind her and she huffs a little.]
Hansel.