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16.Jun.12, 12:29 PM
By now, Jada was so used to getting up whenever Krypth did, that she was surprised to find that she had actually gotten up before her. Swinging long legs over the edge of the bed, she ran fingers through rumpled hair until she reached the root of her sleeping braid and could go no further. It was a little earlier than usual for the Harper, but she was alert, blood pumping fast as though she were waiting for something. How strange... In her little stone bed, Krypth shifted, one leg kicking out as rhythmically as if she were running, her wings twitching in time with the movement of her legs. The Gold had jumped into Weyrling practice with great intensity. Wing practice every day, and oiling, and then she would 'hunt' Jada all through the Weyr- and then more oiling. And mud! Oh, the mud. (It had been heartbreaking when Jada had been reminded that the rainy season still hadn't truly begun.)
As Jada's life-mate made a snorting sound and rolled onto her back, all four legs now jutting proudly into the air, Jada reached over and grabbed a few items. Should she wake the dragonet before she left? Would Krypth panic if she woke to find Jada missing for the first time ever? She would be able to get out of the room if Jada shut the door behind her, and some time to herself would be more than valuable. Jada could only imagine that this was what being a mother would feel like, with the exception of oiling being interchanged for diapers. Pulling off her sleeping top, she pulled a loose tunic on over her head, then swapped out her comfortable sleeping pants for a pair that would be worn for the rest of the day. She didn't bother to fix her hair- she'd be washing it in a bit, and who would really be in a position to judge in the predawn light? "I'll be back soon." she told the room, and watched Krypth's leg bounce. Taking that as a reply, Jada slipped out the door and down the hall.
A long soak would be lovely, but improbable. It would likely not take long for the weyrling dragon to wake, and then Hide and Seek would be a role reversal. How long would it take the dragon to get irritated with Jada's version of the game? Would she remember it and possibly stop her own mischievousness? Probably not long, and probably not, but at least Jada would get more of a soak than if Krypth were in the room with her, as she often insisted on, talking and chattering and being bossy.
Stumbling out the door into the faint grey light, Jada glanced around and headed for the Bathing Hall, swinging her towel. Not too many were up and about, but Jada nodded acknowledgment to those the passed, giving them a smile. It was still strange to have everyone know her, but she was learning. Krypth was usually there to remind her of who dragons and their riders with an unerring accuracy, so it was the other people that Jada herself tried to keep track of. With 200-odd people in the Weyr it wasn't that hard, but there was a pressure to it now that Krypth kept pushing her. Mediocrity was a habit that the dragonet had elected to break her of.
A few rooms in the hall were full to capacity, at least according to the signs on the door. Jada didn't bother to check inside this early in the morning. Did she want to be alone? No, not particularly. And then she found her way to a sign that said, - 1 occupant, fee lfree to join -. Jada knocked briefly first, to alert the occupant that she would be opening the door, and peeked in.
Was the occupant male? She didn't think so- good. Jada stepped into the room and smiled at the familiar face. Candidate classes, healer hall, a distinctive look about her. Someone she knew, even if not all that well, was always preferable to the awkwardness that came when you were alone with a total stranger. "Good morning," she murmured lamely. What else did one say? Setting her cloth down, she pulled out her items and started to unbraid her hair.
As Jada's life-mate made a snorting sound and rolled onto her back, all four legs now jutting proudly into the air, Jada reached over and grabbed a few items. Should she wake the dragonet before she left? Would Krypth panic if she woke to find Jada missing for the first time ever? She would be able to get out of the room if Jada shut the door behind her, and some time to herself would be more than valuable. Jada could only imagine that this was what being a mother would feel like, with the exception of oiling being interchanged for diapers. Pulling off her sleeping top, she pulled a loose tunic on over her head, then swapped out her comfortable sleeping pants for a pair that would be worn for the rest of the day. She didn't bother to fix her hair- she'd be washing it in a bit, and who would really be in a position to judge in the predawn light? "I'll be back soon." she told the room, and watched Krypth's leg bounce. Taking that as a reply, Jada slipped out the door and down the hall.
A long soak would be lovely, but improbable. It would likely not take long for the weyrling dragon to wake, and then Hide and Seek would be a role reversal. How long would it take the dragon to get irritated with Jada's version of the game? Would she remember it and possibly stop her own mischievousness? Probably not long, and probably not, but at least Jada would get more of a soak than if Krypth were in the room with her, as she often insisted on, talking and chattering and being bossy.
Stumbling out the door into the faint grey light, Jada glanced around and headed for the Bathing Hall, swinging her towel. Not too many were up and about, but Jada nodded acknowledgment to those the passed, giving them a smile. It was still strange to have everyone know her, but she was learning. Krypth was usually there to remind her of who dragons and their riders with an unerring accuracy, so it was the other people that Jada herself tried to keep track of. With 200-odd people in the Weyr it wasn't that hard, but there was a pressure to it now that Krypth kept pushing her. Mediocrity was a habit that the dragonet had elected to break her of.
A few rooms in the hall were full to capacity, at least according to the signs on the door. Jada didn't bother to check inside this early in the morning. Did she want to be alone? No, not particularly. And then she found her way to a sign that said, - 1 occupant, fee lfree to join -. Jada knocked briefly first, to alert the occupant that she would be opening the door, and peeked in.
Was the occupant male? She didn't think so- good. Jada stepped into the room and smiled at the familiar face. Candidate classes, healer hall, a distinctive look about her. Someone she knew, even if not all that well, was always preferable to the awkwardness that came when you were alone with a total stranger. "Good morning," she murmured lamely. What else did one say? Setting her cloth down, she pulled out her items and started to unbraid her hair.
