30.May.21, 01:21 PM
"You don't have to do this you know," Ameris told the hulking shape of her dragon as Mizeath shifted the eggs once more. She'd been particularly protective of this most recent clutch, the attacks on Ameris and the other dragonriders was beginning to wear on the gold. She'd even snapped at Ameris a time or two, something not outside the realm of her personality but still wholly unexpected.
I know but it is the right thing to do. I want something resembling normal for this clutch.
"Alright," Ameris nodded and winced slightly at the pull of the newest scar she possessed. She'd been attacked in the corridor between the kitchens and her weyr while getting food for her family. The attacker had been driven off by her own knife and the slashing talons of Vanilla and Mud but not before the attacker's knife had sunk into her shoulder. She carried the scar now and though the wound was healing it still pained her when she moved wrong.
You are alright? the gold asked her with a tone that was out of place within the cultured voice. Ameris smiled at the dragon, sliding a hand down her neck in an effort to soothe her before moving to the side. "If you're going to do this, you're going to have to move away from them you know," she chuckled again as Mizeath hovered protectively over her clutch. The crowning glory, the gold egg, was settled in the middle of the rest. The light sheen of gold stood out against the bland coloration of the rest and she could feel Mizeath's smug pride at it.
Call them in, the gold said as she shifted her bulk up and away from the next of eggs she'd laid. The dragon fought the urge to roar and shake the rafters, to wrap herself back around the eggs and threaten any who came but she knew this was needed. Morale was as important to Mizeath as anything else and the weyr needed the boost.
She kept her jaundiced vigil on the first group of candidates to wander into the sands as Ameris gave over the responsibility of rules to the candidatemasters. "It will be fine," the woman murmured to the dragon as she settled into the crook of the gold's arm, "Everything will be just fine."
Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that Ameris?
"A little bit of both."
"Alright," Ameris nodded and winced slightly at the pull of the newest scar she possessed. She'd been attacked in the corridor between the kitchens and her weyr while getting food for her family. The attacker had been driven off by her own knife and the slashing talons of Vanilla and Mud but not before the attacker's knife had sunk into her shoulder. She carried the scar now and though the wound was healing it still pained her when she moved wrong.
She kept her jaundiced vigil on the first group of candidates to wander into the sands as Ameris gave over the responsibility of rules to the candidatemasters. "It will be fine," the woman murmured to the dragon as she settled into the crook of the gold's arm, "Everything will be just fine."
"A little bit of both."