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07.Jul.12, 06:49 PM
I don't see why you- the Gold started to interrupt the brownrider, rudely, until a wave of displeasure washed over her from her Bonded. It was a surprise, because Jada was never so firm in her emotion. She paused, still, watching the girl. Had Jada been paying attention in class, finally? Wonderful! Oh, right, Krypth was going to tell S'kef just what she thought of... I am huntable. And it isn't-
Stop. Jada's brow furrowed visibly as she concentrated on actually telling her dragon to do something instead of squawking at the Gold like an ineffectual wherry. The dragon balked, staring at her Bonded and then drawing back sulkily, glaring at the dragonrider accusingly. This was all his fault, in the end. Jada never bossed her around like this- it was part of why Krypth loved her so. And it was because of that love that the gold would forgive her, just this once. But only this once! Shards.
The Harper breathed a sigh as the Gold cut off whatever it was she had been planning on telling the Dragobnrider, more than a little surprised it had worked. Krypth usually pranced on her merry little way regardless of Jada's personal wishes, so it was refreshing that she was going to play nice for once. It was more than a little disheartening that among all the Weyrlings in her class, Jada felt like the only one whose dragon never simply obeyed. She watched Krypth pull back in a sulk, then shove her nose against Jada's waist, like a canine. It made the human stagger, tripping after the brownrider.
I could stand watch. Krypth was very big. Much bigger than her clutchmates, for now, and even bigger than some of those full-grown green-hided hussies. And she was so strong! You are exceedingly clever... she told S'kef finally. You teach my Jada well, and I will keep you safe. By the next time we hunt again, I will hopefully be able to go with Tyrrisath, and we can both protect you from above.
With that decided, Krypth pushed into the bushes, leaving the other Rider to teach her Jada. Krypth would scout on ahead, just a little... but not too far. What if they needed her?!
"You handled that neatly." Jada commented, stepping into the path that the Rider so patiently cleared for her. She could hear the dragonet crashing on ahead, and breathed out. "She's so hard to handle sometimes." It was, she had been told, her own fault. But she'd get better with practice. So far, practice was not making perfect. Not even proficient. Faranth! Practice was barely making lucky! "My arm is doing alright. It's been about 5 months since my... well, sometimes it is still hard to curl my hands all the way shut. Maybe a bow would help make it a little stronger?"
She was hesitant to ask, but if a bow would help her regain some manual dexterity... maybe that would be a good idea! Hunting would be useful for the Weyr, and therapeutic all at once.
Stop. Jada's brow furrowed visibly as she concentrated on actually telling her dragon to do something instead of squawking at the Gold like an ineffectual wherry. The dragon balked, staring at her Bonded and then drawing back sulkily, glaring at the dragonrider accusingly. This was all his fault, in the end. Jada never bossed her around like this- it was part of why Krypth loved her so. And it was because of that love that the gold would forgive her, just this once. But only this once! Shards.
The Harper breathed a sigh as the Gold cut off whatever it was she had been planning on telling the Dragobnrider, more than a little surprised it had worked. Krypth usually pranced on her merry little way regardless of Jada's personal wishes, so it was refreshing that she was going to play nice for once. It was more than a little disheartening that among all the Weyrlings in her class, Jada felt like the only one whose dragon never simply obeyed. She watched Krypth pull back in a sulk, then shove her nose against Jada's waist, like a canine. It made the human stagger, tripping after the brownrider.
I could stand watch. Krypth was very big. Much bigger than her clutchmates, for now, and even bigger than some of those full-grown green-hided hussies. And she was so strong! You are exceedingly clever... she told S'kef finally. You teach my Jada well, and I will keep you safe. By the next time we hunt again, I will hopefully be able to go with Tyrrisath, and we can both protect you from above.
With that decided, Krypth pushed into the bushes, leaving the other Rider to teach her Jada. Krypth would scout on ahead, just a little... but not too far. What if they needed her?!
"You handled that neatly." Jada commented, stepping into the path that the Rider so patiently cleared for her. She could hear the dragonet crashing on ahead, and breathed out. "She's so hard to handle sometimes." It was, she had been told, her own fault. But she'd get better with practice. So far, practice was not making perfect. Not even proficient. Faranth! Practice was barely making lucky! "My arm is doing alright. It's been about 5 months since my... well, sometimes it is still hard to curl my hands all the way shut. Maybe a bow would help make it a little stronger?"
She was hesitant to ask, but if a bow would help her regain some manual dexterity... maybe that would be a good idea! Hunting would be useful for the Weyr, and therapeutic all at once.
