Thu May 15, 2025 7:24 pm
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Cyan closed his eyes, just basking in the sound of driving rain and booming thunder. He actually liked this weather when he wasn't at sea in it. Cyask seemed similarly lulled by the sound, lazing peacefully by his handler - although, fully grown and thirteen feet in length, going most places with Cyan might be pushing the boundaries of both practicality and politeness.
"Listen to that storm," the former pirate mused, a small smile on his lips as he cupped his "morning" cup of klah in both hands. He'd already eaten his breakfast, but they weren't going to get much done in this weather. There was no point in rushing himself. "It sounds beautiful, doesn't it?"
It's good for the jungle and the Weyr, Cyask observed, half-opening one eye, speaking so others could hear since Cyan had spoken aloud. Of course, it isn't particularly good for getting work done, but I'm sure that we can find plenty to catch up on indoors.