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Song of Sariel - Sariel - 28.Jul.19
740.12.31
Fort Hold
Handfasting
It might be a silly tradition all things considered but L'gan and I got handfasted. It's an old tradition but one that says we're committed to each other no matter what comes out way. While Sariel and Sarion are being raised by Fort Weyr's creche, the resident Harper and anyone else keeping an eye on them, I think it's important that they know we're together and that we always will be.
Semath, as ever, is a joy. Being a green, she'll Fly frequently but it isn't something I've ever worried after. It's a Weyr and I've never been overly possessive of the man. Dragon Rise, dragons chase. Someone mentioned that at the party, a casual comment, but I had to laugh. Being in a relationship the way L'gan and I are isn't about possession at all but the commitment to see each other through whatever trying times we have ahead of us, not about exclusivity in the bedroom.
Holders can be strange folk.
740.07.25
Ista Weyr
8pm
Here I am, again, on the Sands for any viable clutch, though this one defies the usual concept of eager little minds brushing up against potential candidates. I've never seen so many people abandon a Touching in my life. I suppose I can't blame them, though.
It's left me exhausted and worn.
I have so many questions when it comes to Thallyath's clutch. How on Pern had she gotten the idea that being caught by a blue was somehow so mortifying it had affected those six eggs that badly? I'm honestly going to have nightmares but for some of the rest of this Candidate class, well. Cyntia, the girl in the bunk across from me is gone without a trace to remember her by. Lorin, above me, is talking of leaving and going back to her family's hold. There's a solid, pervasive wash of fear and dread for those of us who are staying. But I am, staying, that is. Why? Because the eggs will turn into betweened dragons if I don't.
It's not their fault. They're just now gaining consciousness, flickering into a solid foundation of what and who they will become. How maddening to greet the world outside their shells with such a cacophony of fear, hate, and uncertainty. I can't help but fret and I don't really want to leave, despite the horror of that Touching. Some of the girls are still nursing nausea. Maifery, a Lord Holder's youngest daughter, has been crying since she came back and seems convinced the dragonets will eat her when they hatch. She has to stay, per some agreement with her father and she's so terrified I'm not sure she'll make it to the Sands without losing her lunch or worse. I've encouraged those who can write to make an account of this in their journals and gave two of my own books away. My hope was to give them an outlet to put this incident out of their minds and onto paper.
For some it worked wonders, others not so much. At least three girls got themselves absolutely silly with drink and there's a hideously unladylike bleching contest going on.
There is a younger girl curled up with me, Ayessa, and I've only just eased her shaking. I've let others know my bunk is basically a comfort...fort. With Ayessa, poor love,I had to give her one of my herbal blends to get her to sleep. I don't mind the company in my bed. Especially since she was so frightened. Ah, but me, I'd have the whole of the barracks half in my bed if they'd wanted.
Oh, yes.
I have such scandalous thoughts! Holders amuse me to no end. Getting called a hussy for offering up well-needed comfort made me laugh so much. I can't remember the girl's name now. I suppose I could draw her. Short but taller than I am, stocky with broad shoulders, and hands that look suited to the anvil rather than a dragon. Millarra? Not really any worry.
How odd to be very much the mother of the Barracks.
[10.01.741] Impression - Cirith - Sariel - 17.Oct.20
20.01.741
Fort Weyr
Faranth, it's ages since I've been able to do more than wake, feed, nap, go to class and sleep afterwards. I Impressed! I Impressed a gold named Cirith and she's incredible. Very round but brilliant. I think I'll be stunned for the rest of my life every time I see her.
RE: Song of Sariel - Sariel - 17.Oct.20
11.10.741-15.10.741
Gather
Cirith insists I get everything in green. I drew the line at green dyed fur, though. I found an absolutely lovely opal pendant that has a green-gold shine to it. I'm hoping that will hush her up for a while. Besides, she's besotted by our little firelizard egg warming near the fire and has been telling me how I ought to turn it.
I can see she'll be a doting dam when she's ready, though, Faranth I hope she's not going to pull a Malvayth. Bless Cazan, though, that had to be such a shock. I need to finish knitting this blanket for her, really, at least before it turns any colder. Cirith still wants me to find something at Gather for her, so I'll check the stalls to see about a little figurine.
...my darling lifemate has told me to write down two little fat ones and then went back to sleep.
RE: Song of Sariel - Sariel - 17.Oct.20
17.10.471
How to Train Your Firelizard
Sapphire, our new very blue firelizard, has decided Cirith is is best friend and she him. It's completely ridiculous. Just since the thirteenth, he's grown and grown again. He's been flitting off bringing in little fish almost bigger than he is, Faranth knows where from. He's not one to be babied either, at least not when he's serving his Lady.
Cirith has said he goes to the coast 'with friends' -- I suppose that's fair. The firelizards of Fort, as it gets chillier, would probably enjoy the sun in warmer climes close to the ocean where they can get their bellies full of fish.
He's a perceptive little thing, too, and organizational for a blue. I needed a particular herb for a remedy and he was already pushing the bowl I'd used to gather ingredients at me. He thinks he's a little brown, I wager. I shan't tell him otherwise. Cirith certainly dotes on him like he's grand and he is a little helper.
I can't help but notice his feet are huge. My dear life mate says she'll go find a small wherry for him if I'd like. I declined the offer. He can hunt for himself now, that's for sure. Especially since he's started bringing me berries for breakfast. Silly thing.