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05.Jun.18, 04:51 PM
Slowly, and trying to keep what felt like the remnants of a significant dream from slipping from her memory, Mulrissa woke up, bits and pieces of thoughts gradually slotting into place, forming a coherent narrative. And as the story came together, Rissa’s sleepy contentment washed away, though she could still feel the strands of it, along with a deep self satisfaction, bleeding into her mind from Bedith, who was stirring not far away.
Bedith. Her headstrong dragon had finally decided it was time for her to Fly. Mulrissa could remember, her shining gold even more brilliant in the light of the setting sun. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the vain thing planned that, so she’d look even more impressive on her first Flight. It was dark out now though, and Mulrissa sat up to glance about at the now dim weyr, thankfully her own. She could remember realizing Bedith would Fly earlier enough to send Ginorra off to Vinorra with an overnight bag. He daughter may be weyrbred, but she was only thirteen and Mulrissa would not allow her to stay in their weyr with all the flight lust addled men about, not if she could help it! Rissa could also remember the struggle that had been keeping Bedith from gorging before taking to the skies (having children certainly helped her maintain control in that situation, with all the practice enforcing her will it gave her). She remembered the other dragons, many bronzes, also shining in the light but none so bright as her gold, browns who looked dull in comparison, and at least one blue who Bedith had laughed at for his audacity. And then…
Ah, yes. The winner. Syrendreth, one of the younger bronzes, though older than Bedith herself. Bedith was rather pleased with him as winner, and Rissa couldn’t fault her choice in males. She just rather wished Syrendreth’s rider wasn’t so young. Mulrissa sighed, looking down at the young man still asleep beside her. ‘Boy’ would still be an appropriate term for T’ryn, though Mulrissa rather did not want to focus on that. Shards, he was only two or so turns older than Chalris… Bedith was lucky Mulrissa loved her and had accepted what she was getting into with a gold dragon turns ago. Accepting it did not make it any less awkward to live it, she was finding.
Still, no point in prolonging the inevitable and sitting here worrying about what to say for however long it took for the boy bronzerider to wake up. Rissa was pretty sure this was his first Flight too, so this was likely to be an interesting conversation. It may have been her first Flight with a dragon, but she’d been mated to a bluerider for turns. She at least had some experience with it. T’ryn, she had no idea. He was weyrbred and seventeen? Eighteen? He likely had some experience, right? But Mulrissa didn’t know for sure and wasn’t willing to assume, though she really hoped this wasn’t his first time. That just made everything more… something. Complicated? Rissa huffed quietly, deciding to bury as much of the internal panicking and screaming about all the ways this was uncomfortable as far back in her mind as possible, and just get this conversation over with. Course of action set, Mulrissa lightly reached out to T’ryn’s shoulder to try and gently shake him awake.
Bedith. Her headstrong dragon had finally decided it was time for her to Fly. Mulrissa could remember, her shining gold even more brilliant in the light of the setting sun. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the vain thing planned that, so she’d look even more impressive on her first Flight. It was dark out now though, and Mulrissa sat up to glance about at the now dim weyr, thankfully her own. She could remember realizing Bedith would Fly earlier enough to send Ginorra off to Vinorra with an overnight bag. He daughter may be weyrbred, but she was only thirteen and Mulrissa would not allow her to stay in their weyr with all the flight lust addled men about, not if she could help it! Rissa could also remember the struggle that had been keeping Bedith from gorging before taking to the skies (having children certainly helped her maintain control in that situation, with all the practice enforcing her will it gave her). She remembered the other dragons, many bronzes, also shining in the light but none so bright as her gold, browns who looked dull in comparison, and at least one blue who Bedith had laughed at for his audacity. And then…
Ah, yes. The winner. Syrendreth, one of the younger bronzes, though older than Bedith herself. Bedith was rather pleased with him as winner, and Rissa couldn’t fault her choice in males. She just rather wished Syrendreth’s rider wasn’t so young. Mulrissa sighed, looking down at the young man still asleep beside her. ‘Boy’ would still be an appropriate term for T’ryn, though Mulrissa rather did not want to focus on that. Shards, he was only two or so turns older than Chalris… Bedith was lucky Mulrissa loved her and had accepted what she was getting into with a gold dragon turns ago. Accepting it did not make it any less awkward to live it, she was finding.
Still, no point in prolonging the inevitable and sitting here worrying about what to say for however long it took for the boy bronzerider to wake up. Rissa was pretty sure this was his first Flight too, so this was likely to be an interesting conversation. It may have been her first Flight with a dragon, but she’d been mated to a bluerider for turns. She at least had some experience with it. T’ryn, she had no idea. He was weyrbred and seventeen? Eighteen? He likely had some experience, right? But Mulrissa didn’t know for sure and wasn’t willing to assume, though she really hoped this wasn’t his first time. That just made everything more… something. Complicated? Rissa huffed quietly, deciding to bury as much of the internal panicking and screaming about all the ways this was uncomfortable as far back in her mind as possible, and just get this conversation over with. Course of action set, Mulrissa lightly reached out to T’ryn’s shoulder to try and gently shake him awake.
