20.Feb.13, 03:05 AM
Shanith calmed and let herself soothed, but a quick look at the bronze dragon told her that the beast was unhappy. She petted Shanith calm, then murmured to her, "How about you go see the weyrbrats? I seem to remember them being disappointed they couldn't paint a dragon yesterday and you love being painted."
Shanith gave a squeal of glee and gathered herself to take off. R'ana remembered then and said, "Where I can see you, love." She felt her dragon's grumble then agreement when R'ana pointed it was partly to protect her from the children.
The dragon took off and landed in the middle of the creche, soon mobbed with children wanting to pet and paint her. The excitable green was popular with the children of Katila. Not as much as Grith, but in the running for second place.
Xyreith was given an apologetic glance. Shanith wouldn't speak to either one from this distance. She hoped.
R'ana faced R'nya then and considered his question. A hand dipped into her pocket as she wondered how much he could be trusted. She came up with a handful of beads, then figured she owed him an explanation. whether or not the consequences would be too much for her. And her clumsiness was common knowledge.
Making sure her dear sweet nuisance was occupied, she spoke quietly, so Shanith wouldn't get upset. "I'm clumsy. Always running into something or someone, tripping over my own two feet, or even someone else's. The harder I try to correct it, the worse it gets. It makes the on foot drills...chaos. Add that Shanith has to be grounded after two hours in the air to the mix and it's a recipe for a hacked off wingleader. I don't blame him, I wouldn't want me in my wing if I was him."
She looked down then. "I've been trying, drilling by myself, keeping active. Sitting in on weyrling classes from time to time." She knew it sounded like an excuse.
The issue sounded so simple put like that. But even the female riders despised her for it since every singe time she screwed up it was used as an example of why females shouldn't ride fighting dragons. Par'a was patient with her, but she was just about the only one. It made it difficult for her to find friends and made for life being lonely.
Shanith gave a squeal of glee and gathered herself to take off. R'ana remembered then and said, "Where I can see you, love." She felt her dragon's grumble then agreement when R'ana pointed it was partly to protect her from the children.
The dragon took off and landed in the middle of the creche, soon mobbed with children wanting to pet and paint her. The excitable green was popular with the children of Katila. Not as much as Grith, but in the running for second place.
Xyreith was given an apologetic glance. Shanith wouldn't speak to either one from this distance. She hoped.
R'ana faced R'nya then and considered his question. A hand dipped into her pocket as she wondered how much he could be trusted. She came up with a handful of beads, then figured she owed him an explanation. whether or not the consequences would be too much for her. And her clumsiness was common knowledge.
Making sure her dear sweet nuisance was occupied, she spoke quietly, so Shanith wouldn't get upset. "I'm clumsy. Always running into something or someone, tripping over my own two feet, or even someone else's. The harder I try to correct it, the worse it gets. It makes the on foot drills...chaos. Add that Shanith has to be grounded after two hours in the air to the mix and it's a recipe for a hacked off wingleader. I don't blame him, I wouldn't want me in my wing if I was him."
She looked down then. "I've been trying, drilling by myself, keeping active. Sitting in on weyrling classes from time to time." She knew it sounded like an excuse.
The issue sounded so simple put like that. But even the female riders despised her for it since every singe time she screwed up it was used as an example of why females shouldn't ride fighting dragons. Par'a was patient with her, but she was just about the only one. It made it difficult for her to find friends and made for life being lonely.