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05.Jan.14, 03:26 PM
Chresaith. The name didn’t sound immediately familiar to C’dre, and a briefly puzzled frown crossed his face as he pondered Zelina’s words. There were only a scant handful of gold dragons around anymore, and none of them were named Chresaith. That must mean…
“Your momma rides a green?” he asked, unable to keep the incredulity and disapproval out of his tone. “Not to say a word against her, fine woman I’m sure, and it's the dragon's choice besides, but still-that’s no fit job for a lady.” He gave Zelina a gentle smile, hoping to take any sting out of his words. “Riding a green’s no easy task, lass,” he explained kindly. “It’s hard work. Harder’n most women can do.”
I’m a female and I work harder than you.
“And greens rise a hell of a lot, too,” C’dre continued, ignoring the mental interruption. “I’d swear some of ‘em rise extra just to bother their riders,” he added with an eyeroll and a slap to Hamith’s hide. “It’s part of any dragonrider’s life, but it’s not a fun part. And greens fight harder’n golds, too. Makes for brutal mornings.” In all honesty, C’dre had no idea how hard gold dragons did or did not fight, having never had any involvement in a gold flight, but that wasn’t going to stop him from stating his opinion as straight fact. After all, this was only a girl he was speaking to.
“No, darling, you don’t wanna end up like your momma,” he assured Zelina companionably. “And you won’t, either. Give it a turn… or a couple of ‘em,” he amended, mentally reassessing the girl’s age, “and you’ll find yourself with a perfect little gold. Now that is a dragon for a young lady like yourself.”
When Zelina stopped scrubbing, the green under their hands shifted and rumbled in clear disapproval, prompting laughter from the rider.
Make it stop not-touching me!
“I don’t think she’s tellin’ you to stop, lass,” C’dre translated to the youth. “Put your back into it.” When Hamith was back to making soft noises of content, he gave Zelina a firm nod. “Of course I think you’ll Impress. An’ even if you don’t,” he added with a touch more honesty, “you seem like a bright, hard-working lass. There’s always a place in the weyr for girls willing to put in a hard day’s work.”
“Your momma rides a green?” he asked, unable to keep the incredulity and disapproval out of his tone. “Not to say a word against her, fine woman I’m sure, and it's the dragon's choice besides, but still-that’s no fit job for a lady.” He gave Zelina a gentle smile, hoping to take any sting out of his words. “Riding a green’s no easy task, lass,” he explained kindly. “It’s hard work. Harder’n most women can do.”
“And greens rise a hell of a lot, too,” C’dre continued, ignoring the mental interruption. “I’d swear some of ‘em rise extra just to bother their riders,” he added with an eyeroll and a slap to Hamith’s hide. “It’s part of any dragonrider’s life, but it’s not a fun part. And greens fight harder’n golds, too. Makes for brutal mornings.” In all honesty, C’dre had no idea how hard gold dragons did or did not fight, having never had any involvement in a gold flight, but that wasn’t going to stop him from stating his opinion as straight fact. After all, this was only a girl he was speaking to.
“No, darling, you don’t wanna end up like your momma,” he assured Zelina companionably. “And you won’t, either. Give it a turn… or a couple of ‘em,” he amended, mentally reassessing the girl’s age, “and you’ll find yourself with a perfect little gold. Now that is a dragon for a young lady like yourself.”
When Zelina stopped scrubbing, the green under their hands shifted and rumbled in clear disapproval, prompting laughter from the rider.
“I don’t think she’s tellin’ you to stop, lass,” C’dre translated to the youth. “Put your back into it.” When Hamith was back to making soft noises of content, he gave Zelina a firm nod. “Of course I think you’ll Impress. An’ even if you don’t,” he added with a touch more honesty, “you seem like a bright, hard-working lass. There’s always a place in the weyr for girls willing to put in a hard day’s work.”
