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10.Jun.19, 04:34 AM
It had been Mulrissa’s hope that Bedith would be the sort of gold who clutched maybe once every other turn, but as the sixth month approached it became clear that was not the case. Bedith was getting glowy and inordinately invested in bronzes again, and Rissa had to resign herself to the fact she would have to get through another Hatching.
And it seemed Bedith was developing a rather singular taste in bronzes (if twice could be considered a pattern, but it could easily become a pattern), though Mulrissa wasn’t sure that was a good plan on the gold’s part. Her last Clutch with Syrendryth went so well, after all. Only resulted in more deaths than any other singular Hatching since the Plague. She glanced over at T’ryn, who she had no problems with personally — he was friendly and considerate, the kind of bronzerider the Weyrs could use more of — but even a turn older he was still very young and barely older than Rissa’s own son. And their dragons had a bad track record with murderous children.
’Once’ does not a record make, and that had nothing to do with either of us, Bedith reminded her rider, something she had reiterated multiple times in the past few months. Sometimes hatchlings did poorly, that’s just how it went. It said nothing about either her or Syrendreth.
’Still, couldn’t you have picked someone else this time?’ Rissa asked with a sigh. She still couldn’t look certain people in the face after her dragon’s child had killed their family member, and now she would spend the next few months worrying it would happen again. It was going to be a difficult wait for this Hatching, even if had been a different bronze, but being Syrendreth again just made it worse.
I could have, yes. But I didn’t. The gold said primly. Bedith, in her flawless draconic logic, did not have nearly the same worries as her rider about how her Clutch may turn out — individual eggs were bad, not her, and not any bronze she flew with. And Syrendryth didn’t fawn over Okalinth like the brainless bronze oafs of Telgar. Rissa couldn’t help mentally rolling her eyes.
’Oh no, the bronzes are interested in the unmated senior queen of the Weyr, how unprecedented,’ she thought at her dragon, amused by Bedith’s exacting standards. Bedith grumbled some more about Okalinth and how wishy-washy she was, letting all these different dragons catch her — did she even have standards, Bedith wondered, because she would never allow some of those bronzes to catch her. Mulrissa was of the opinion she was just jealous Okalinth had gotten to them first. She’d rather liked Kovith, after all, until he’d caught Okalinth and it was like the older bronze no longer existed. But Bedith’s complaining about Okalinth’s many partners made a thought occur to Rissa and she almost sat bolt upright, but managed to reduce it to rolling over to look towards where the dragon ledge lay through a wall of rock. ’Bedith, you and Syrendreth aren’t going to be mates are you?’ she asked suddenly concerned she would be seeing a lot more of T’ryn (not that seeing him more was inherently bad! But the context of it…). Bedith snorted.
I do not believe I said that at all, she said, before continuing on about the flaws of Okalinth’s many suitors. She did, however, lean into the bronze she was rather fond of. Rissa frowned in the direction she knew her dragon to be in, still slightly suspicious, before sitting up with a sigh and turning to greet T’ryn.
And it seemed Bedith was developing a rather singular taste in bronzes (if twice could be considered a pattern, but it could easily become a pattern), though Mulrissa wasn’t sure that was a good plan on the gold’s part. Her last Clutch with Syrendryth went so well, after all. Only resulted in more deaths than any other singular Hatching since the Plague. She glanced over at T’ryn, who she had no problems with personally — he was friendly and considerate, the kind of bronzerider the Weyrs could use more of — but even a turn older he was still very young and barely older than Rissa’s own son. And their dragons had a bad track record with murderous children.
’Once’ does not a record make, and that had nothing to do with either of us, Bedith reminded her rider, something she had reiterated multiple times in the past few months. Sometimes hatchlings did poorly, that’s just how it went. It said nothing about either her or Syrendreth.
’Still, couldn’t you have picked someone else this time?’ Rissa asked with a sigh. She still couldn’t look certain people in the face after her dragon’s child had killed their family member, and now she would spend the next few months worrying it would happen again. It was going to be a difficult wait for this Hatching, even if had been a different bronze, but being Syrendreth again just made it worse.
I could have, yes. But I didn’t. The gold said primly. Bedith, in her flawless draconic logic, did not have nearly the same worries as her rider about how her Clutch may turn out — individual eggs were bad, not her, and not any bronze she flew with. And Syrendryth didn’t fawn over Okalinth like the brainless bronze oafs of Telgar. Rissa couldn’t help mentally rolling her eyes.
’Oh no, the bronzes are interested in the unmated senior queen of the Weyr, how unprecedented,’ she thought at her dragon, amused by Bedith’s exacting standards. Bedith grumbled some more about Okalinth and how wishy-washy she was, letting all these different dragons catch her — did she even have standards, Bedith wondered, because she would never allow some of those bronzes to catch her. Mulrissa was of the opinion she was just jealous Okalinth had gotten to them first. She’d rather liked Kovith, after all, until he’d caught Okalinth and it was like the older bronze no longer existed. But Bedith’s complaining about Okalinth’s many partners made a thought occur to Rissa and she almost sat bolt upright, but managed to reduce it to rolling over to look towards where the dragon ledge lay through a wall of rock. ’Bedith, you and Syrendreth aren’t going to be mates are you?’ she asked suddenly concerned she would be seeing a lot more of T’ryn (not that seeing him more was inherently bad! But the context of it…). Bedith snorted.
I do not believe I said that at all, she said, before continuing on about the flaws of Okalinth’s many suitors. She did, however, lean into the bronze she was rather fond of. Rissa frowned in the direction she knew her dragon to be in, still slightly suspicious, before sitting up with a sigh and turning to greet T’ryn.
