Re: Camping Trip Greenflight!!: Into the Unknown ((Attn: Kinara/Arendelth, any chasers))

Laura Walker

In about five to ten minutes - maybe less depending how speedy this particular little green was - Bl'by knew he was going to be thinking about very little beyond whichever warm body he ended up next to. Not that this was something he minded; this was one of the enjoyable parts of flights. 

But right now, he might be distracted and watching half of his mind race after a green but he was still awake and aware and capable of  thought. Tolfast was a friend. Not a Weyr friend, probably not a friend who had ever seen a flight all that much, and moreover a friend he had occasionally flirted vaguely at without ever getting a response in the same way he would absent-mindedly lean towards anyone happened to smile at him nicely.

Not that he would mind getting a response, but those things did not indicate someone who should be standing in..what was about to be a flightroom, albeit one surrounded by bushes.

"Tolfast, you need to get out of here." Unusually sharp for Bl'by, who normally would struggle to scold even his puppy, but this was a situation that was just screaming 'danger' for someone who didn't know what they were walking into.

On Mon, Aug 31, 2020 at 7:32 PM Ariel Rogers <> wrote:
Tolfast heard the shouting with growing alarm, moving immediately in the direction of the gathering riders and their commotion. He couldn't hear a woman in distress and leave it uninvestigated! With a quick command to his canine to stay put watching over the Candidates and Tilly's leash left in his mouth with the confidence that Shep wouldn't let the small dragonkin out of his sight, he hastened to join the other adults. By the time he reached them, his bearded face was awash with worry - and the sight of Kinara's tear-streaked face didn't make him feel better. "What's going on here?" He asked, having missed the finer points of the greenrider's apologetic explanation. "Are you hurt? Is something wrong, lass?" His eyes darted between the other men as if looking for the cause, but surely none of them would have done anything untoward to her.


Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.

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