Issalle was at liberty in the weyrbowl, laying back in a field of soft grass and sweet-smelling wildflowers. It was a truly lovely late spring day, the sun shining overhead as Salle chewed on a stalk of long grass, one hand over her face to filter out the bright light from above.
Geth was back on their weyrledge, sunning themself, as Issalle did the same in the weyrbowl. It was such a nice day, so very sunny and warm, that Issalle was starting to doze off and so was Geth.
Stirring when she heard the sound of footsteps, Salle pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking toward the sound. "Hello! Beautiful day, isn't it?"