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21.Feb.13, 09:36 PM
R'ana would happily settle for adequate, let alone good. Adequate was enough, it would mean no more lashes for laziness or clumsiness or just plain being a bad example. Adequate meant that noone would get killed for her clumsiness if thread fell or they had to do more than practice flying in wings. She felt Shanith start to pay attention to her thought stream and turned to watch her being swarmed with children.
She didn't spot her own in the group, and made a note to ask why later. Shanith withdrew, deciding that all R'ana was doing was talking with R'nya and that wasn't something she needed to be involved in. She nosed at a bucket of paint, stretched out and let the children start to paint her.
R'ana shuddered at the feeling of paint on skin the dragon sent her and gave a wry smile. She'd have to scrub her extra well later. Shanith perked at the thought of a bath and oiling, humming softly.
While I bathe you, we will have a long talk about protocol and why it exists. We're lucky R'nya seems to understand somewhat. Most of the bronzers would have me lashed for this, you know. Shanith shifted, extending a wing for a child to reach and seemed to ignore her rider's worry over another broken rule.
R'nya looked her over. It was odd, it didn't feel sexual, and for a moment she envied the gold candidates his company...Though with her reputation of only sleeping with someone when her dragon was in the skies few people showed interest in her. The company she chose was undemanding. It was nice being a background character sometimes. The moment of envy didn't show and she let him weigh her, wondering quietly if she was found wanting.
She took a moment to think about his words, absently stepping aside to let a brownrider pass, then settling into her former position. Chocolate brown eyes stayed focused on him but lowered as she thought. "It does feel like beating my head against a wall. By other options, do you mean other ways for me to be useful to the weyr other than as a wingrider, or other options for picking up the skills I need to learn?" She shifted to watch his bronze, hoping the beast was calming down, then let her gaze flick back to the rider.
"I had thought about asking if I could work on categorizing and organizing the weyr's rocords and paperwork. I love the stuff, it was why I went to harper hall before I was searched. And I had thought of asking for help, but most of the people I thought of have better things to do with their time than help one greenrider."
Shanith had been listening in quietly, and spoke to Xyreith, relaxing as she was painted aqnd keeping her mental presence in R'ana's mind unnoticed.She'd thought of approaching someone about remedial dragon riding classes. There are a few who struggle as she does. And since she's trying to come up with a way to apologize to you both for my actions, I should. I'm sorry. The green wasn't quite, she suspected her actions would have the effect of R'ana getting help, but since her rider was so worried about her breaching protocol, she would pretend to be sorry.
She didn't spot her own in the group, and made a note to ask why later. Shanith withdrew, deciding that all R'ana was doing was talking with R'nya and that wasn't something she needed to be involved in. She nosed at a bucket of paint, stretched out and let the children start to paint her.
R'ana shuddered at the feeling of paint on skin the dragon sent her and gave a wry smile. She'd have to scrub her extra well later. Shanith perked at the thought of a bath and oiling, humming softly.
While I bathe you, we will have a long talk about protocol and why it exists. We're lucky R'nya seems to understand somewhat. Most of the bronzers would have me lashed for this, you know. Shanith shifted, extending a wing for a child to reach and seemed to ignore her rider's worry over another broken rule.
R'nya looked her over. It was odd, it didn't feel sexual, and for a moment she envied the gold candidates his company...Though with her reputation of only sleeping with someone when her dragon was in the skies few people showed interest in her. The company she chose was undemanding. It was nice being a background character sometimes. The moment of envy didn't show and she let him weigh her, wondering quietly if she was found wanting.
She took a moment to think about his words, absently stepping aside to let a brownrider pass, then settling into her former position. Chocolate brown eyes stayed focused on him but lowered as she thought. "It does feel like beating my head against a wall. By other options, do you mean other ways for me to be useful to the weyr other than as a wingrider, or other options for picking up the skills I need to learn?" She shifted to watch his bronze, hoping the beast was calming down, then let her gaze flick back to the rider.
"I had thought about asking if I could work on categorizing and organizing the weyr's rocords and paperwork. I love the stuff, it was why I went to harper hall before I was searched. And I had thought of asking for help, but most of the people I thought of have better things to do with their time than help one greenrider."
Shanith had been listening in quietly, and spoke to Xyreith, relaxing as she was painted aqnd keeping her mental presence in R'ana's mind unnoticed.
