Post by dragonmenta on Feb 5, 2006 1:59:46 GMT -5
Mairska couldn't sleep. she was sure why but she really couldn't. Maybe it was because she had a flight oming up or maybe it was because she thought she might actually be in love with G'rec; a fact which had been nagging at her for weeks. That just didn't happen to her, it wan't fair.
He talked to much, slept too much, didn't take training seriously at all, hardly ever pulled his weight and had the most adorable smile. Her life was going down the drains. A horrifying image of her fat and old with little children around popped into her head and she could have screamed.She was way to young for that. Zramuth was up too reslestlessy flying above the bowl in circles. At leat she wasn't the onyl one.
Mariska pulled off her boots so that the sand creeped between her toes followed by her riding vest and heavy leather trousers down to a pair of loose, black pants hanging dow to just aboveher ankles and a similar wrapparound top. A gold circlet around her bicep glinted in the gentle moonlight. A new moon shown, its iridescent face smiling. Well, Maris certainly wasn't smiling.
She pulled her hair back in a loose leather thong, realizing how long it had gotten. She hadn't ever been able to pull it up before a week or two ago. It hung in shaggy black locks about shoulder length and she sighed. She would have to added cutting her hair to the long list of things she had to do. Packing her discarded attire into a tight ball she laid it under the nearest bush and started towards the beach.
It was the middle of the night and the sand was drastically cooled from day. It felt good to run with the fine grains cushonign her bare feet. The water lapping against the edge glowed somewhat violet bathed in midnight light. The same color as her eyes. A fair of fire lizards dance in the sky, darting through the waves and weaving in and out of formation. It was a Queen leading a group of males on a flight. She really didn't want to be reminded of love and passion, for once, and set off a quick pace.
She felt like she was flying as she bounced off each step with power, the muscles in her legs lithtening and flexing wit hevery stride. She was certainly in shape, her hard abs showing themselves beneath herr scant top as she ran. This was why she loved running, when you ran you were i nyour own world, no one could stop you. Parla couldn't stand it and Maris couldn't really understand why, it was second onyl to flying. It almot was flying.
She turned a bend in the shore with excitement for the Weyrwoman could never really guess what lay beyond each bend. A new wonder...perhaps.
He talked to much, slept too much, didn't take training seriously at all, hardly ever pulled his weight and had the most adorable smile. Her life was going down the drains. A horrifying image of her fat and old with little children around popped into her head and she could have screamed.She was way to young for that. Zramuth was up too reslestlessy flying above the bowl in circles. At leat she wasn't the onyl one.
Mariska pulled off her boots so that the sand creeped between her toes followed by her riding vest and heavy leather trousers down to a pair of loose, black pants hanging dow to just aboveher ankles and a similar wrapparound top. A gold circlet around her bicep glinted in the gentle moonlight. A new moon shown, its iridescent face smiling. Well, Maris certainly wasn't smiling.
She pulled her hair back in a loose leather thong, realizing how long it had gotten. She hadn't ever been able to pull it up before a week or two ago. It hung in shaggy black locks about shoulder length and she sighed. She would have to added cutting her hair to the long list of things she had to do. Packing her discarded attire into a tight ball she laid it under the nearest bush and started towards the beach.
It was the middle of the night and the sand was drastically cooled from day. It felt good to run with the fine grains cushonign her bare feet. The water lapping against the edge glowed somewhat violet bathed in midnight light. The same color as her eyes. A fair of fire lizards dance in the sky, darting through the waves and weaving in and out of formation. It was a Queen leading a group of males on a flight. She really didn't want to be reminded of love and passion, for once, and set off a quick pace.
She felt like she was flying as she bounced off each step with power, the muscles in her legs lithtening and flexing wit hevery stride. She was certainly in shape, her hard abs showing themselves beneath herr scant top as she ran. This was why she loved running, when you ran you were i nyour own world, no one could stop you. Parla couldn't stand it and Maris couldn't really understand why, it was second onyl to flying. It almot was flying.
She turned a bend in the shore with excitement for the Weyrwoman could never really guess what lay beyond each bend. A new wonder...perhaps.