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22.Jun.18, 02:36 AM
“No,” Dessa murmured, answering Onari’s second question before she went back and tackled the first. She shook her head. “It is not dumb.” Everyone wanted to be safe and secure, Dessa could understand that. Anyone who couldn’t understand that was either incredibly stupid, or a man. Dessa snorted softly to herself, and glanced back at Onari, smiling just slightly at the way the woman had the child wrapped up securely and pulled snug to her.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, shrugging one shoulder gracefully. “I’ve never been.” She hadn’t actually had any reason to go up to the Weyr, and Dessa wasn’t really inclined to do things when she didn’t have a reason to do them. Travelling to the Weyr could be done to take herbs up there, or to deliver the young woman and her child, but going just because she was curious was… well, it wasn’t in Dessa’s nature.
“The dragonriders I’ve met have been polite,” she said, considering her few communications with the men in question. Of course, being polite in public didn’t mean squat. To counter that, though, Dessa wondered if dragons would choose a human who was… less than humane? Eh, of course they would. Dragons – she assumed – were as wide in personality as their human counter parts. If there were good dragons and good riders, there were bound to be the nasty ones as well. That’s just how the world worked.
Glancing at Onari thoughtfully, Dessa added: “I haven’t met any of their womenfolk.” Women on dragons seemed to be as ridiculously rare as women in the Crafting Halls. Of course, there were the goldriders – everyone knew they were all women – but Dessa didn’t think she’d ever seen one, even from a distance, in Telgar Hold. She wondered if they were locked in the Weyr and not allowed out, or if they just didn’t fancy traveling to the Hold when they could send minions to do their tasks?
“I don’t know,” she admitted, shrugging one shoulder gracefully. “I’ve never been.” She hadn’t actually had any reason to go up to the Weyr, and Dessa wasn’t really inclined to do things when she didn’t have a reason to do them. Travelling to the Weyr could be done to take herbs up there, or to deliver the young woman and her child, but going just because she was curious was… well, it wasn’t in Dessa’s nature.
“The dragonriders I’ve met have been polite,” she said, considering her few communications with the men in question. Of course, being polite in public didn’t mean squat. To counter that, though, Dessa wondered if dragons would choose a human who was… less than humane? Eh, of course they would. Dragons – she assumed – were as wide in personality as their human counter parts. If there were good dragons and good riders, there were bound to be the nasty ones as well. That’s just how the world worked.
Glancing at Onari thoughtfully, Dessa added: “I haven’t met any of their womenfolk.” Women on dragons seemed to be as ridiculously rare as women in the Crafting Halls. Of course, there were the goldriders – everyone knew they were all women – but Dessa didn’t think she’d ever seen one, even from a distance, in Telgar Hold. She wondered if they were locked in the Weyr and not allowed out, or if they just didn’t fancy traveling to the Hold when they could send minions to do their tasks?
