Post by Seraph on Oct 27, 2010 19:16:44 GMT
It was a bright day, though still chilly, with wisps of clouds scattered across a vibrant sky. Maurisa woke at her usual hour, rising with the coming of dawn, and moving through her morning rituals with the set habit of twelve Turns of Weyr life. Though Skyline differed to Igen in many ways, the Weyrsinger's routine remained bascially the same. Just with no mid-day nap. She looked out over the Weyr from her mid-level quarters, noting the hues of the sky and the rising sun. It should be a good day to take the usual morning classes outside - a change of scenery would no doubt please the children, and keep the entire group well out of the way of the weyrfolk working in the lower caverns.
She heard Zirith begin to stir, and Maurisa grinned, moving to the Green's side to begin another part of the morning ritual - oiling, grooming, and the petting of her Dragon. Afterwards, Maurisa could go to her own bath. Zirith yawned, and stretched.
Can I join you when you teach?
You've heard it all before, Zirrie.
But you will sing, won't you? I like it when you sing. And there will be children, too. They're all so small!
Maurisa grinned, and chuckled.
Of course you can come! We will be outside, so you can sit with us.
Zirith's eyes whirled with anticipation.
Then bathe and eat, and don't forget your gitar!
"I won't!" She said as she walked to the bathing room, smiling at being ordered about by her own dragon.
Maurisa sat before the ring of weyr-children, her gitar in her hands, with the gleaming bulk of Zirith curled behind her, the dragon's head curled around to be beside and slightly above her rider, eyes gleaming. The children all seemd slightly awed by the close proximity of the Green, and some giggled as Zirith started humming along with Maurisa's singing. The Weyrsinger's eyes sparkled as she noticed this, but carried on with the teaching ballard she was singing, hands deftly coaxing a tune out of the old instrument. Some of the Weyrfolk had gathered about the entrance to the lower cavern, listening to the light voice of the Greenrider while they stepped outside for a break from their chores.
Maurisa loved these moments - when she got to just entertain and educate, whilst leaning her back against the side of her wonderful, beautiful Zirith, stringing easily on her father's gitar, and just able to forget, even for just a moment, the worries of the Weyr. They were still there, but for now, singing, and looking at all the hopeful faces looking to her, with Zirith warming her back, she could put them out of mind for a while.
She heard Zirith begin to stir, and Maurisa grinned, moving to the Green's side to begin another part of the morning ritual - oiling, grooming, and the petting of her Dragon. Afterwards, Maurisa could go to her own bath. Zirith yawned, and stretched.
Can I join you when you teach?
You've heard it all before, Zirrie.
But you will sing, won't you? I like it when you sing. And there will be children, too. They're all so small!
Maurisa grinned, and chuckled.
Of course you can come! We will be outside, so you can sit with us.
Zirith's eyes whirled with anticipation.
Then bathe and eat, and don't forget your gitar!
"I won't!" She said as she walked to the bathing room, smiling at being ordered about by her own dragon.
Maurisa sat before the ring of weyr-children, her gitar in her hands, with the gleaming bulk of Zirith curled behind her, the dragon's head curled around to be beside and slightly above her rider, eyes gleaming. The children all seemd slightly awed by the close proximity of the Green, and some giggled as Zirith started humming along with Maurisa's singing. The Weyrsinger's eyes sparkled as she noticed this, but carried on with the teaching ballard she was singing, hands deftly coaxing a tune out of the old instrument. Some of the Weyrfolk had gathered about the entrance to the lower cavern, listening to the light voice of the Greenrider while they stepped outside for a break from their chores.
Maurisa loved these moments - when she got to just entertain and educate, whilst leaning her back against the side of her wonderful, beautiful Zirith, stringing easily on her father's gitar, and just able to forget, even for just a moment, the worries of the Weyr. They were still there, but for now, singing, and looking at all the hopeful faces looking to her, with Zirith warming her back, she could put them out of mind for a while.