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16.Sep.13, 04:16 PM
Rislan screeched. His laughter ringing out as he was swept off his feet by a golden tail. They had been going at it for hours. Rislan shrieking and Mizeath rumbling her amusement. Ameris sighed as her son darted to his feet to tackle the dragonet again. It was good to get out for a bit, away from the people even if it was only just a few minutes away. Rislan had been having such a hard time with being sequestered in the creche for a large part of the day these last few months and Ameris missed her son. "Ama!" the little boy yelled, "I want to ride!"
Ameris chuckled at his enthusiasm. She'd only recently allowed the youngster to hitch rides on Mizeath at the gold's insistence and he couldn't seem to get enough of them.It is no trouble to give him a ride, the gold remarked, He is rather light compared to you. The last was said with a hint of deep amusement and Ameris sent the young dragon a baleful glare as the gold shifted to kneel. Catching her son beneath his arms Ameris swung the lad onto the dragon's back and settled him firmly against Mizeath's neck. It was a good thing Mizeath was shorter than usual or the young woman would never have gotten the boy up there alone for he'd grown again.
Amidst giggles and shouts Ameris and Mizeath lead Rislan on a merry little ride, the boy's face lit up like a glow. Ameris laughed at his joy and the deep blue of Mizeath's eyes as the dragon rumbled at the giggles and light kicks the boy gave. But her laughter was cut off as she watched Mizeath stiffen, her long wings held slightly out and her tail began an agitated sweep. Mizeath? What's wrong? she said silently to the dragon, unwilling to upset her son with the concern she was sure would lace her voice.We are being summoned. Or rather you are being summoned, Mizeath replied, a slight tremor to her voice. Summoned? But by who? Tsuen and Nirinath, Mizeath replied tartly They are on the sands but I do not know why.
Ameris's eyes widened at that news. A curse was forming on her tongue but died away at the arched look her dragon threw her. She knew Mizeath disliked foul language and Ameris tried to keep the cursing to a minimum to avoid any arguments with the gold. Her mind churned with the knowledge that their weyrwoman was demanding her presence. Nothing good could come of this. "Come along Rislan, its time to go back to see Everitt," she told the boy with a strained smile.
Pointedly ignoring the glares and fits her son began to throw, Ameris and Mizeath made good time depositing the boy with his friends at the creche and making for the hatching sands. She skittered to a stop just outside and reached out to slide her hand along Mizeath's neck, seeking comfort from her bonded. The gold flooded her mind with love and acceptance before they stepped into the building. She stood silently as she waited for the weyrwoman to acknowledge her. Mizeath stood just beside her and slightly forward, as if the five month old dragonet could protect her bonded from their crazy weyrwoman. She cleared her throat and called out, "You called, weyrwoman?"
Ameris chuckled at his enthusiasm. She'd only recently allowed the youngster to hitch rides on Mizeath at the gold's insistence and he couldn't seem to get enough of them.
Amidst giggles and shouts Ameris and Mizeath lead Rislan on a merry little ride, the boy's face lit up like a glow. Ameris laughed at his joy and the deep blue of Mizeath's eyes as the dragon rumbled at the giggles and light kicks the boy gave. But her laughter was cut off as she watched Mizeath stiffen, her long wings held slightly out and her tail began an agitated sweep. Mizeath? What's wrong? she said silently to the dragon, unwilling to upset her son with the concern she was sure would lace her voice.
Ameris's eyes widened at that news. A curse was forming on her tongue but died away at the arched look her dragon threw her. She knew Mizeath disliked foul language and Ameris tried to keep the cursing to a minimum to avoid any arguments with the gold. Her mind churned with the knowledge that their weyrwoman was demanding her presence. Nothing good could come of this. "Come along Rislan, its time to go back to see Everitt," she told the boy with a strained smile.
Pointedly ignoring the glares and fits her son began to throw, Ameris and Mizeath made good time depositing the boy with his friends at the creche and making for the hatching sands. She skittered to a stop just outside and reached out to slide her hand along Mizeath's neck, seeking comfort from her bonded. The gold flooded her mind with love and acceptance before they stepped into the building. She stood silently as she waited for the weyrwoman to acknowledge her. Mizeath stood just beside her and slightly forward, as if the five month old dragonet could protect her bonded from their crazy weyrwoman. She cleared her throat and called out, "You called, weyrwoman?"
