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01.Sep.13, 07:53 PM
The last four days had been a long whirlwind of a blur filled with far too much commotion for the girl that only wanted to sew and enjoy her free time with her friends and dragon. However, four days ago her Weyrlingmaster noticed something Rhaedalyn had been dreading to hear since the day she Impressed; Aradissicath had a faint shimmer to her hide.
Her sweet dragon would rise soon and with that Rhaedalyn would be left tossed into bed with some random dragonrider.
It had been a horrifying revelation but there were a lot of wonderful people offering her assistance on how to prepare. She assumed since Jada and Kahleena had already gone through the experience, the Weyr was now prepared with how to handle maiden gold flights once more and guide the frightened girls that rode the cranky and wilful beasts. Even though Rhaedalyn thought every aspect of goldriding had been covered in her special lessons, there seemed to be a great deal more to learn with the impeding flight. Learning how to keep Aradissicath from gorging seemed to be of the utmost importance but it also seemed to be the hardest thing ever. She didn’t want to enforce her will on her darling dragon and make her do something she didn’t want to do!
Sadly, that wasn’t the worst part of her days. Dragonriders began to circle closer to her than usual, taking a keen interest in her. Rhaedalyn was a bit confused until Kahleena pointed out with a giggle that they were waiting for Aradissicath to rise so they could get a quick jump on the chase. It was a bit shocking and even scandalous to think that men were essentially lining up for a chance to bed her. Still, while that had been horrible, it wasn’t the worst thing to have happened in that time.
R’nya had taken to staying close to her as well but as a bodyguard. He scared off the men that were circling closer and closer, trying for premature grabs and samplings. When one rider finally managed to disturb her during the breakfast line, R’nya had swung; his fist connecting with the poor man’s nose. Rhaedalyn squeaked and stood, as usual, with her eyes wide at the sight of the bleeding man until R’nya ushered her away to a quieter environment.
Rhaedalyn? Aradissicath’s voice brushed gently against Rhaedalyn’s sleeping mind. Her rider’s dreams were usually far more fanciful and entertaining, and while the last few days with the fighting men had been fun, Aradissicath didn’t want to relive the days yet again. There were far more fun things they could be dreaming – or doing. She had been waiting patiently the last few hours for Rhaedalyn to wake up since the girl needed her sleep but she was ready to fly now.
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, turning the dark sky into pretty shades of purple and pink. It was the perfect time to show off her hide that was glowing rather spectacularly in her opinion. She needed to feed first. She could do that while Rhaedalyn dressed and prepared for the day. This sounded like a wonderful plan!
Aradissicath stretched and quietly trotted away from the hut Rhaedalyn had moved into several months earlier. It was almost a perfect take off, save for her tail clipping the hut’s door, which was loud enough to wake Rhaedalyn. As the girl moaned and stirred, confused from the dramatic turn her dreams had taken just before waking, Aradissicath went to the hunting grounds to feed. Food would help her fly all the better and make for the perfect chase.
Rhaedalyn blinked rapidly at her ceiling, wondering what was going on when she reached out for her dragon and felt her hunger. Aradissicath usually waited for her so they could go together and watch any of the bronzes that were out hunting. It was only when the change in demeanour was felt did Rhaedalyn start to realize what was happening. The banging on her door from a concerned friend that had a dragon spot the gold heading for the herd put everything solidly into place.
Rhaedalyn jumped out of bed, grabbing her robe as she went. There wasn’t any time to dress and while she was slightly embarrassed to be stepping outside in her sleeping wear, making sure her dragon only bleed the beasts for her feeding took precedent. “I know!” She shot back when someone in the gathering crowd told her to keep Aradissicath from gorging. She wasn’t a simpleton! She paid attention to her lessons! It was putting all that knowledge into practice that was the tricky part.
She focused intently on what Aradissicath was doing and continued repeating over and over how eating would slow her down and it was only the blood she wanted in her belly. The gold wasn’t too thrilled with the orders but finally gave in, blooding three beasts before giving a shriek of defiance and challenge as she rose from the hunting grounds to the ever brightening sky.
It was then that reality crashed down around Rhaedalyn and she looked around the area nervously. Her dragon was flying. Other dragons would soon be chasing her and men would be closing in on her. She felt incredibly exposed and pulling the robe tighter around her trembling body didn’t help her feel covered either. “Oh dear,” she whispered and nibbled on her lower lip while trying to think if she should hide in her hut or run fast and far.
Her sweet dragon would rise soon and with that Rhaedalyn would be left tossed into bed with some random dragonrider.
It had been a horrifying revelation but there were a lot of wonderful people offering her assistance on how to prepare. She assumed since Jada and Kahleena had already gone through the experience, the Weyr was now prepared with how to handle maiden gold flights once more and guide the frightened girls that rode the cranky and wilful beasts. Even though Rhaedalyn thought every aspect of goldriding had been covered in her special lessons, there seemed to be a great deal more to learn with the impeding flight. Learning how to keep Aradissicath from gorging seemed to be of the utmost importance but it also seemed to be the hardest thing ever. She didn’t want to enforce her will on her darling dragon and make her do something she didn’t want to do!
Sadly, that wasn’t the worst part of her days. Dragonriders began to circle closer to her than usual, taking a keen interest in her. Rhaedalyn was a bit confused until Kahleena pointed out with a giggle that they were waiting for Aradissicath to rise so they could get a quick jump on the chase. It was a bit shocking and even scandalous to think that men were essentially lining up for a chance to bed her. Still, while that had been horrible, it wasn’t the worst thing to have happened in that time.
R’nya had taken to staying close to her as well but as a bodyguard. He scared off the men that were circling closer and closer, trying for premature grabs and samplings. When one rider finally managed to disturb her during the breakfast line, R’nya had swung; his fist connecting with the poor man’s nose. Rhaedalyn squeaked and stood, as usual, with her eyes wide at the sight of the bleeding man until R’nya ushered her away to a quieter environment.
Rhaedalyn? Aradissicath’s voice brushed gently against Rhaedalyn’s sleeping mind. Her rider’s dreams were usually far more fanciful and entertaining, and while the last few days with the fighting men had been fun, Aradissicath didn’t want to relive the days yet again. There were far more fun things they could be dreaming – or doing. She had been waiting patiently the last few hours for Rhaedalyn to wake up since the girl needed her sleep but she was ready to fly now.
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, turning the dark sky into pretty shades of purple and pink. It was the perfect time to show off her hide that was glowing rather spectacularly in her opinion. She needed to feed first. She could do that while Rhaedalyn dressed and prepared for the day. This sounded like a wonderful plan!
Aradissicath stretched and quietly trotted away from the hut Rhaedalyn had moved into several months earlier. It was almost a perfect take off, save for her tail clipping the hut’s door, which was loud enough to wake Rhaedalyn. As the girl moaned and stirred, confused from the dramatic turn her dreams had taken just before waking, Aradissicath went to the hunting grounds to feed. Food would help her fly all the better and make for the perfect chase.
Rhaedalyn blinked rapidly at her ceiling, wondering what was going on when she reached out for her dragon and felt her hunger. Aradissicath usually waited for her so they could go together and watch any of the bronzes that were out hunting. It was only when the change in demeanour was felt did Rhaedalyn start to realize what was happening. The banging on her door from a concerned friend that had a dragon spot the gold heading for the herd put everything solidly into place.
Rhaedalyn jumped out of bed, grabbing her robe as she went. There wasn’t any time to dress and while she was slightly embarrassed to be stepping outside in her sleeping wear, making sure her dragon only bleed the beasts for her feeding took precedent. “I know!” She shot back when someone in the gathering crowd told her to keep Aradissicath from gorging. She wasn’t a simpleton! She paid attention to her lessons! It was putting all that knowledge into practice that was the tricky part.
She focused intently on what Aradissicath was doing and continued repeating over and over how eating would slow her down and it was only the blood she wanted in her belly. The gold wasn’t too thrilled with the orders but finally gave in, blooding three beasts before giving a shriek of defiance and challenge as she rose from the hunting grounds to the ever brightening sky.
It was then that reality crashed down around Rhaedalyn and she looked around the area nervously. Her dragon was flying. Other dragons would soon be chasing her and men would be closing in on her. She felt incredibly exposed and pulling the robe tighter around her trembling body didn’t help her feel covered either. “Oh dear,” she whispered and nibbled on her lower lip while trying to think if she should hide in her hut or run fast and far.
