Vojorokoth was curious. His rider had been hunched over the same bolt of cloth, off and on, for the past few days. He couldn't understand what was so important about it, especially now that she was in her own apartment, but she was so focused on it that the brown didn't have any heart to disrupt her away from her task. He had simply curled up on the pavilions and watched through her eyes her as she worked in between her own duties and studies, until finally one day, she grunted and started to pull at the tiny threads in frustration.
"Nothing." She pulled on the threads, counted with the thin needle she held, and a moment later her head fell back and she closed her eyes. She had made a mistake so many loops back, and now she was so far behind she would never have the fucking thing done in time for the feast. "I might as well stop working on this stupid thing."
The brown tilted his head, trying to discover in his mind what this "stupid thing" was. He caught hints of flowy fabrics but nothing more than that, and sighed. He tried to prod her gently, all but certain she would shoot him down. She had the last time he'd asked, so why wouldn't he anticipate it this time as well.
Instead, however, she settled her hands in her lap, pressed the needle in the fabric so it wouldn't be lost, and reached out for him. He felt her mind flow over him, and it made him shake and shimmy in a delightful manner where he was curled up. "Its supposed to be a dress. I realized at the hatching feast I didn't have anything fancy, and I want to make something of my own. I got some fabric from one of the ladies in the lower caverns."
He proceeded to begin to curl around her mentally, hoping that the contact would benefit her, soothe her some.
"Yes, well... the pattern I found in the stores isn't working the way I thought it would." That or it was her fingers just not working the way she'd hoped they would. She looked down at them and stroked them, frowning when she realized she was having such mental contact with her dragon. "This isn't going to happen again, so you know." She insisted as she started at her sewing again.
He crooned softly, warbled in amusement, and let his head rest against the space between his forelegs.