The morning was calm as Verilyn fed Xanth after the morning wakeup. It was already warming up and the redhead was glad for the light duster sweater she had donned after she had dried the sweat on her body. She had taken to wearing some form of red/garnet clothing since her Impress just days before. Do you itch anywhere, love? she asked the Garnet as the dragonet ate, daintily taking chunks from her rider's hand and chewing slowly as instructed. Using their mental connection didn't come second nature to her yet, but she practice made perfect. Verilyn had a fear that she'd choke if she ate too fast, and had heard the admonishments against letting new babies gorge too much food at once. The young woman had been transformed into a doting rider, still plagued by new-rider anxieties about her newly bonded dragonet.
Xanth spread her wings out to either side, letting V'eri inspect them and carefully exfoliate the itchy patch. When there was no dead skin to be seen, the woman rinsed the sweetsand with water to make sure there was no residue left before massaging in the oil provided for itchy hides. She was determined to take the best possible care of her dragon and her brow furrowed with the concentration as her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth.
"Is that better?" she asked aloud, gently smoothing the oil with one hand and reaching for another hunk of meat to give the dragonet. Xanth chewed slowly and methodically, a contemplative feeling coming through the bond as the dragon considered her hide before answering. Verilyn took off her duster, the air warming around their pair as the morning progressed. Her own grumble of hunger in her stomach didn't even register to her brain.
Verilyn laughed and obliged, taking oil to the rest of her bonded's hide and using her hands and arms to give a full massage while Xanth carefully finished eating. Once she finished her task Verilyn stood back, giving a critical eye to her work and smiling at the sheen of a good oiling. It showed off the metallic shimmer and enhanced it with the early light. The reality hadn't yet truly set in that she had Impressed… and not only Impressed, but had done so to a color of dragon known for being a fighter. V'eri felt her heart leap at the thought that she'd be able to be a part of a fighting wing protecting Pern, just like she always wanted.
Off to the side, a messenger bag leaned to one side, exposing several rolls of parchment, a couple of books and a thick journal that was bound around the width of it with a red-dyed leather cord. The Weyr had so much information for her to glean! Things she had never seen in the Hold, despite her access to some of the rarer texts her father owned. Verilyn grimaced. Her father had kept the mandatory books on Weyr information and recent records about happenings around both continents as they'd been sent out… but he had not sought to further expand on the Weyr past those texts. The newly bonded weyrling spent her free time hours devouring books, records, letters, any history she could get her hands on. Including things her Candidate lessons had covered. Verilyn had no idea what her Weyrlinghood would require her to read, but she was excited nonetheless.
The bound journal was her own… the pages constantly being added as she needed more space, the red leather thong keeping her place in the pages and helping keep the journal clothed. Her research at the Hold, her Candidacy notes and already the notes she made on her first couple of days as a rider. Verilyn had sketched Xanth's egg design from memory, a large shard of that same egg sitting in her trunk in her room. When her dragon had slept after being fed, cleaned up and situated in her room, Verilyn had drawn her to scale in the journal as well. She'd borrowed a measuring tape from someone and taken quick measure of her hatching size. Already, just days later, the garnet dragonet was larger. It was a marvel for the woman to look at her dragon and realize… it was her dragon. Her partner for life. She wasn't going to wake up from this dream like she had for so many years growing up.
A happy sigh escaped her as she came back to herself, noting Xanth had finished her breakfast and was watching her with curious eyes.
"Of course, Xanth." she said aloud, repeating it mentally to keep getting used to mental conversation. Of course, let me get my journal. Verilyn reached for her bag, tugging the journal out and opening carefully. Xanth came to her side and looked over her shoulder, turning her head back and forth to examine things better. Finally V'eri turned to the two-page spread where she had drawn the sleeping Xanth and held it up to the young garnet's height.
There was a tinge of disappointment in Xanth's tone that made Verilyn reach up to stroke her. Yes, I need to borrow some reds from an artist. I haven't had a chance to color it yet. Which was true… life became very busy when she had a dragonet looking to her for everything, all day… except when she was sleeping.
"Okay, Xanth. Let's go get me some food now. Are you sleepy?" the redhead asked, tucking the journal away and taking care not to smash anything in her bag with it. Xanth shook her head, giving a mental no. "You can stay right next to me while I eat then, if you like. But you need to be careful… there are other people in the Hall." and with that the pair made their way to find a human breakfast, Xanth looking around curiously at everything around them as they walked.
Once they reached the Dining Hall, they moved along the outside and kept space just in case a clumsy baby would trip. V'eri made quick work of choosing food, adjusted her bag on her shoulder and went to find a seat along the outside edge of the Hall. They chose one in a corner, where Xanth lay beside her and didn't block the walk way in the large cavern. The other seats at the table were empty, inviting others to join her without having to ask. Xanth yawned, but she was stubborn and curious while her rider ate. Verilyn stretched a book open in front of her, propping it against her bag as she ate, so that she could read and eat at the same time. Not knowing what the lesson for the day would be, she was reading up on dragon basics and committing them to memory. Occasionally Xanth would ask a question of her rider, but eventually she lay down and coiled herself behind and around Verilyn's chair to doze before class.
Red duster sweater that brushes the backs of her knees, black slacks, work boots. Everything just a bit oil-stained already. Verilyn doesn't mind the oil at all, and likely doesn't even know it's on her.
Open thread, Verilyn is at a smaller table in the Dining Hall.