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20.Mar.12, 07:22 PM
It was interesting, Jada decided as she and Krypth wandered through the Gather Square. She’d never been the center of quite so much attention. Admittedly the reason for the attention was wandering at her side, eyes whirling blue-green with pleasure, but eyes were on her as well. Krypth was Nirinath’s only living daughter, a symbol of hope for a group of people that had been living in fear for almost 15 turns. And she’d chosen Jada Of all people. Oh, shards; What had that lunkhead rider gotten her into, bringing her here! Amber eyes glanced down at the long, lanky, graceless limbs and the waving tail next to her, and she tried to remember how she had felt just the morning before. All she could think of was… incomplete. It frightened her, actually, how easily Krypth had sunk into her consciousness, filling those holes and pressing salve against her wounds. The dragonet bounced forward, dancing around the legs of a woman carrying a pile of decorations, rising onto her hind legs and craning her neck to try and look. Obligingly, the woman dropped her decorations from shock.
It’s okay! Krypth told the woman (and everyone, actually) loudly (causing yet another minor accident,) gripping the decorations in her mouth and ‘handing’ them back to the woman one by one. I’ve got this! And indeed she did; in record time, the Gold had caused more people to drop things, stuck her nose into more places that it probably didn’t belong… All in all made a little nuisance of herself. Yet still people were gawking at her instead of shooing her. Jada was thinking she didn’t quite understand the awe factor, which made sense considering last night had been…
Jada, are you cold? Do you need the blanket drawn up? Jada, your feet are lumpy. Jada, your breath stinks, roll over. Jada, you rolled too far, and your hair is in my face. Jada, you fell off the bed! Are you okay? Jada, your face is awful red. Jada, why are your eyes so puffy? Didn’t you sleep well last night? We’ll need to get nicer pillows… On the bed, off the bed...
“Krypth, let’s go see if we can catch up with everyone else.” Jada suggested firmly, gripping the dragonet by the headknobs lightly. “If we’re late to breakfast, they might not feed me.” She wasn’t quite sure how they disciplined someone with a weyrling, considering Weyrlings weren’t supposed to drink, fight, have intercourse, or shards- probably not even exercise too hard!- for fear of alarming their bondmates. Jada was also not willing to find out just how they planned to discipline her if she screwed up. She’d seen the pleasure S’kef took in tearing B’jin’s back to shreds and didn’t want to have the same done to her. She tramped that thought down as quickly as she could; worried that Krypth would catch wind of her fear.
I’ll catch you breakfast! The little creature was oblivious to her companion’s concern, and was instead focusing on the thought of more carnal needs. You need to scratch my headknobs. I can’t reach, and I have this one spot… The command was light, and Jada’s lips quirked. Well, they could work on the concept of please and thank you later. She obligingly reached down and scratched where the gold instructed, and was suffused in the sharing of the dragonet’s relief.
“You doing the hunting for me can be a last resort.” Jada assured her, and they had left the people to go about their decorating.
Coming back later that evening was a pleasant surprise, for the decorations looked lovely, and the smells were incredible. There was a table set aside for the Weyrlings, which was quickly pointed out; in truth, it did look just like a Gather, not at all like the stuffy formal affair her mother had described for her when she was a child. Krypth was ecstatic, weaving around Jada’s legs and shoving her with her nose in the direction that she wanted to go. “Wait!” Jada tried to say, but the Gold was adamant.
We go make our greetings! She insisted. We must say hello to Nirinath and Ronarth, and you must smile and be polite. You must not balk, my Jada, for I am with you all the way. Then we will go and meet all of the others, and you will eat and share with me.
“You seem to have this all planned out already.” Jada was somewhat surprised that the dragonet had already made their plans.
Krypth’s head tilted and amusement bubbled between them. Of course I do, Jada, for if I did not, we would be ‘winging’ it.
Well. Fine then!
There were already people everywhere, passing out ale. It had been ‘requested’ that the Weyrlings not drink tonight. A sip stolen here or there might not do any harm, but what good was taking chances? Jada glanced around, trying in vain to look through the crowd and see where the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman were; Krypth herded her as though she simply knew, guiding her bonded with a nose to the kidney if Jada paused too long or seemed to be distracted by something else. Finally they were there, however, and when Jada balked, Krypth made a disgruntled noise. Go! She commanded Jada, bumping her hip.
“Maybe later.” Jada tried to demur, and the Gold wrapped herself around her bonded’s legs.
You are mine. I am yours. We will go, and be polite. Do not fear,, I am with you. Come along. The dragonet chirped, dancing backwards towards the Weyrleaders, straightening her neck and setting her shoulder. Come come.
It’s okay! Krypth told the woman (and everyone, actually) loudly (causing yet another minor accident,) gripping the decorations in her mouth and ‘handing’ them back to the woman one by one. I’ve got this! And indeed she did; in record time, the Gold had caused more people to drop things, stuck her nose into more places that it probably didn’t belong… All in all made a little nuisance of herself. Yet still people were gawking at her instead of shooing her. Jada was thinking she didn’t quite understand the awe factor, which made sense considering last night had been…
Jada, are you cold? Do you need the blanket drawn up? Jada, your feet are lumpy. Jada, your breath stinks, roll over. Jada, you rolled too far, and your hair is in my face. Jada, you fell off the bed! Are you okay? Jada, your face is awful red. Jada, why are your eyes so puffy? Didn’t you sleep well last night? We’ll need to get nicer pillows… On the bed, off the bed...
“Krypth, let’s go see if we can catch up with everyone else.” Jada suggested firmly, gripping the dragonet by the headknobs lightly. “If we’re late to breakfast, they might not feed me.” She wasn’t quite sure how they disciplined someone with a weyrling, considering Weyrlings weren’t supposed to drink, fight, have intercourse, or shards- probably not even exercise too hard!- for fear of alarming their bondmates. Jada was also not willing to find out just how they planned to discipline her if she screwed up. She’d seen the pleasure S’kef took in tearing B’jin’s back to shreds and didn’t want to have the same done to her. She tramped that thought down as quickly as she could; worried that Krypth would catch wind of her fear.
I’ll catch you breakfast! The little creature was oblivious to her companion’s concern, and was instead focusing on the thought of more carnal needs. You need to scratch my headknobs. I can’t reach, and I have this one spot… The command was light, and Jada’s lips quirked. Well, they could work on the concept of please and thank you later. She obligingly reached down and scratched where the gold instructed, and was suffused in the sharing of the dragonet’s relief.
“You doing the hunting for me can be a last resort.” Jada assured her, and they had left the people to go about their decorating.
Coming back later that evening was a pleasant surprise, for the decorations looked lovely, and the smells were incredible. There was a table set aside for the Weyrlings, which was quickly pointed out; in truth, it did look just like a Gather, not at all like the stuffy formal affair her mother had described for her when she was a child. Krypth was ecstatic, weaving around Jada’s legs and shoving her with her nose in the direction that she wanted to go. “Wait!” Jada tried to say, but the Gold was adamant.
We go make our greetings! She insisted. We must say hello to Nirinath and Ronarth, and you must smile and be polite. You must not balk, my Jada, for I am with you all the way. Then we will go and meet all of the others, and you will eat and share with me.
“You seem to have this all planned out already.” Jada was somewhat surprised that the dragonet had already made their plans.
Krypth’s head tilted and amusement bubbled between them. Of course I do, Jada, for if I did not, we would be ‘winging’ it.
Well. Fine then!
There were already people everywhere, passing out ale. It had been ‘requested’ that the Weyrlings not drink tonight. A sip stolen here or there might not do any harm, but what good was taking chances? Jada glanced around, trying in vain to look through the crowd and see where the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman were; Krypth herded her as though she simply knew, guiding her bonded with a nose to the kidney if Jada paused too long or seemed to be distracted by something else. Finally they were there, however, and when Jada balked, Krypth made a disgruntled noise. Go! She commanded Jada, bumping her hip.
“Maybe later.” Jada tried to demur, and the Gold wrapped herself around her bonded’s legs.
You are mine. I am yours. We will go, and be polite. Do not fear,, I am with you. Come along. The dragonet chirped, dancing backwards towards the Weyrleaders, straightening her neck and setting her shoulder. Come come.
