09-05-2017, 04:35 PM
Mistral had to try very hard to resist the urge to tip her chair back onto two legs as she sat casually facing a fireplace—her back to the small girl that occupied the room with her. Her arms were settled at the nape of her neck, and one leg was crossed over the other, her foot tapping absentmindedly as she took in the various decorations hanging on the tone walls and adorning the mantle.
All-in-all, she appeared completely at ease. A gentle smile had settled on her lips, and she was humming softly under her breath as she gave the dragon—manakete—girl time to settle into what degree of comfort she was able to while she made adjustments to the dress that the Queen Regent had provided for her.
Given the young girl was freshly bathed and dressed in nothing but her small-clothes as she worked, the wyvern rider had thought it best to give her at least a degree of privacy. It was far too easy to unknowingly drop into an uncomfortable star.
Especially given the emaciated state Seasil was in, and the job of simply processing the fact the tiny girl was covered in delicate scales and possessed large, leathery wings that had been nearly entirely invisible beneath the baggy and ill-fitting clothing.
With a servant, or the Queen Regent, periodically reappearing, there were enough eyes.
I certainly didn't expect to be doing this when I woke up this morning.
Wyverns were one thing. Symphora had certainly come down with a mild illness or two in the past that had left her nutrition wanting, and through trial, error, and a bit of intuition, the wyvern rider had fortunately been able to see the beast through. However, beasts were significantly less complex. Their mental processes were simpler, far easier to predict, and significantly more limited.
From what Mistral had been able to put together about Seasil, that was far, far from the case. It was far more complicated than just being unable to keep food down.
Despite herself, she pushed the chair back on its back legs and rocked it back and forth thoughtfully. The humming stopped.
"I never was much for sewing, love," she mused, her voice filling the silence with the start of small-talk. "I give you a lot of credit. Don't think I ever really had the patience for it."
All-in-all, she appeared completely at ease. A gentle smile had settled on her lips, and she was humming softly under her breath as she gave the dragon—manakete—girl time to settle into what degree of comfort she was able to while she made adjustments to the dress that the Queen Regent had provided for her.
Given the young girl was freshly bathed and dressed in nothing but her small-clothes as she worked, the wyvern rider had thought it best to give her at least a degree of privacy. It was far too easy to unknowingly drop into an uncomfortable star.
Especially given the emaciated state Seasil was in, and the job of simply processing the fact the tiny girl was covered in delicate scales and possessed large, leathery wings that had been nearly entirely invisible beneath the baggy and ill-fitting clothing.
With a servant, or the Queen Regent, periodically reappearing, there were enough eyes.
I certainly didn't expect to be doing this when I woke up this morning.
Wyverns were one thing. Symphora had certainly come down with a mild illness or two in the past that had left her nutrition wanting, and through trial, error, and a bit of intuition, the wyvern rider had fortunately been able to see the beast through. However, beasts were significantly less complex. Their mental processes were simpler, far easier to predict, and significantly more limited.
From what Mistral had been able to put together about Seasil, that was far, far from the case. It was far more complicated than just being unable to keep food down.
Despite herself, she pushed the chair back on its back legs and rocked it back and forth thoughtfully. The humming stopped.
"I never was much for sewing, love," she mused, her voice filling the silence with the start of small-talk. "I give you a lot of credit. Don't think I ever really had the patience for it."