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10.Mar.19, 06:22 AM
Since Impressing, Vessaelia had quickly learned that Hold and Weyr were identical. Everyone wanted to control her and hated her because she didn’t meet expectations and was thrown into something she didn’t want, yet somehow that was still her fault. She was doing the best she could with her new horrible lot in life. She still took care of her dragon and spoke to her and she didn’t see the issue with the fact they didn’t speak nearly as often or as openly as other pairs. It wasn’t even like she was failing in everything she did, despite B’jin’s obvious impression of her. They weren’t a flashy pair and they were obnoxiously loud like her classmates. Why draw more attention when she was already on green and known as the girl that cried because she Impressed? Did B’jin not see her hugging her damnable dragon at Impression? She didn’t hate Tiath but Tiath also wasn’t what she wanted so of course there would be some issues between them but the dragon wasn’t dead, now was she?
She glared at B’jin, silently daring him to continue talking shit about her and Tiath as his arrogant ass continued to believe he was perfect and knew everything. He didn’t know everything; he barely knew anything at all and the way he belittled her and practically mocked her situation by saying she could have landed on blue showed that. How was she supposed to believe he was actually a Weyrlingmaster if this was all she had to go off of? Lucky for his precious ego that she had been at the Weyr long enough to know he was one and had a reputation for being a rather decent one—though she did love hearing about how he always brought in blueriders to teach subjects he had no taste for.
You are angry. What has happened? Vessaelia glanced over to where the two dragons had settled and saw Tiath sitting as regally as ever and she had no doubts the little green was judging the larger green for the way she flopped like a peasant on the ground. She could say that about Tiath; she may have been green in colour but she was gold in personality. Everything is fine, just the usual song but sung by someone new. She was quite tired of hearing it and knew even if she was louder, smiled more, and made it look like she was trying harder than she already was, people either wouldn’t believe it or they would mock her for pretending she could actually do anything in life as a female greenrider. She already knew she was doomed and didn’t need to hear it from everyone.
“Thank you for the encouraging words, sir. Now, if you will excuse me,” Vessaelia set the cup on the ground in front of her and got to her feet, “Tiath and I like to have her hide oiled before I go for dinner.” She gave a little curtsy, that may have been a tad on the sarcastic side thanks to the less than sincere smile she gave B’jin, and spun on her heel to head for her dragon. They may not have had the perfect relationship but it was theirs and Vessaelia wasn’t going to continue sitting still when someone tried to tell her it was wrong and insult either of them.
She glared at B’jin, silently daring him to continue talking shit about her and Tiath as his arrogant ass continued to believe he was perfect and knew everything. He didn’t know everything; he barely knew anything at all and the way he belittled her and practically mocked her situation by saying she could have landed on blue showed that. How was she supposed to believe he was actually a Weyrlingmaster if this was all she had to go off of? Lucky for his precious ego that she had been at the Weyr long enough to know he was one and had a reputation for being a rather decent one—though she did love hearing about how he always brought in blueriders to teach subjects he had no taste for.
You are angry. What has happened? Vessaelia glanced over to where the two dragons had settled and saw Tiath sitting as regally as ever and she had no doubts the little green was judging the larger green for the way she flopped like a peasant on the ground. She could say that about Tiath; she may have been green in colour but she was gold in personality. Everything is fine, just the usual song but sung by someone new. She was quite tired of hearing it and knew even if she was louder, smiled more, and made it look like she was trying harder than she already was, people either wouldn’t believe it or they would mock her for pretending she could actually do anything in life as a female greenrider. She already knew she was doomed and didn’t need to hear it from everyone.
“Thank you for the encouraging words, sir. Now, if you will excuse me,” Vessaelia set the cup on the ground in front of her and got to her feet, “Tiath and I like to have her hide oiled before I go for dinner.” She gave a little curtsy, that may have been a tad on the sarcastic side thanks to the less than sincere smile she gave B’jin, and spun on her heel to head for her dragon. They may not have had the perfect relationship but it was theirs and Vessaelia wasn’t going to continue sitting still when someone tried to tell her it was wrong and insult either of them.
