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 Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2019 8:45 am
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Although the air was frosty, Raqisath was full of energy. She had completely recovered from the scoring she received during her first Threadfall and was more than ready to get back into the air. Unfortunately, Reya's injured elbow and burned leg were taking longer to heal, and while the human pushed herself hard, practicing so that she would be as good with her off-arm and following the healers' instructions with the burn to the letter, her recovery had kept Raqisath grounded for the last few Threadfalls, and the young green was anxious to get back to the skies.
Lately, to burn off excess energy, Raqisath had taken to finding a place where she could mostly hear the harpers' evening music and enjoying it. Not that simply listening burned much energy, but what Raqi did while she listened helped: the slim green danced. She was especially prone to dancing when there was a strong drumbeat or a closely blended chorus of voices to pulse through her body with every beat of her hearts.
This evening she was less inclined to dance than usual. The music was faint, and she couldn't quite make it out, which meant it was probably only provided by one or two harpers, and they were probably playing instruments with strings, which didn't carry well through the stone walls of the Weyr. Furthermore, she was still smarting from something Makhmilith had told her the night before, namely that dancing was a ridiculous thing for a dragon to do.
Despite her reservations, however, Raqi's tail curved into deliberate shapes in keeping with what she could hear (or guess at) of the music's tempo, her head swayed, and her wings flexed. She wanted to dance.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2019 11:29 am
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Brilith stretched out his almost shimmering wings as he walked around rather bored and listless. Jennih wasn't with him right now and while he'd lived here his whole life, he didn't have many friends, or siblings, to even talk to.
Maybe it was time the large blue changed that.
As he breathed in that deliciously cold air, he very, very faintly heard a harp? Was it? His head canted to one side before he got up off his belly and huffed as he strove to find it. Not all dragons were graceful on land, and this one proved no different. With the bulk, he was a little more clumsy than most before he blinked and spotted the dark green with the contrasting markings.
Was... He squinted, suspicious of what she was doing, and then it struck him. The music wasn't as faint.
He crooned softly to not startle her too much before wandering up, his wings behind him, meeting behind his head and spread out, eyes swirling with excitement and happiness. He too, started swaying like she had been, wanting to try to mimic.
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2019 1:07 pm
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Raqisath did not immediately look in the direction of the croon she heard, though she knew it had probably been directed at her. She was not doing this to be rude, but because she was trying to work a turn and a glance into the movements of her dance, which had expanded from rhythmic tail motions into full body dance.
When she saw that she had acquired a partner, or at least something resembling one, she returned to her basic swaying pattern deliberately giving the large blue the chance to catch up with her and pick up on her rhythm. Her eyes glowed blue with pleasure in seeing that he seemed genuinely to be enjoying the prospect as much as she was.
I'm Raqisath, she said, tilting her head to the right and then following the motion with the rest of her neck and her entire body, almost like she was ducking beneath a low bar. She paused to see if he would mimic that movement, too.
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