High Reaches Weyr was blanketed in over three feet of fresh snow after a very heavy snowfall the night prior, much to the delight of young Astraioth. While the little bronze was growing very quickly, he still acted much like a very young, very curious dragon. Snow was something the little bronze particularly enjoyed--much to N'dem's amusement. Seeing the Weyr so blanketed in the powder had the little bronze eager to go out and play. Unfortunately, N'dem and the rest of his fellows were instructed to clear some pathways the old fashioned way -- using nothing but shovels. While there was some grousing about how much quicker it would be for a dragon to dig it up, the intent was meant to instill discipline as well as a solid workout. So it was, Astraioth was left to his own devices until N'dem and the rest of the weyrlings finished.
Eyes whirling a bright green, the little bronze gave a little leap, jumping into a thicker pile of snow. He gave a happy creel of pleasure as he rolled about in the frozen-wet stuff, and made a nice little burrow. The cold of the snow or frigid air didn't bother him--it was nothing compared to the cold of Between, which dragon's were built to withstand. So it was, the little bronze peeped and chirruped at every individual who passed--but nobody, it seemed, wanted to stay and play.
Looking around, the little bronze tried to catch the eye of one of the other dragons--maybe someone liked the snow as much as he? Or at minimum, would want a little snuggling? Hello! He greeted to one unfortunate victim--and the eagerness and hopefulness within his words all but begged for them to say something in return. He didn't need much by way of attention, but he did want company while His was preoccupied. Desperately so.
