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26.Oct.16, 03:17 PM
She lounged against the golden hide of her dragon, eyes closed as she tried to nap. The babe inside moved like a demon, punching her in the bladder more often than was necessary and Ameris had no doubt the child was a boy. Mizeath was determined that the babe was a girl, but Ameris had her doubts. What could possibly try to kick it's way out more violently than a boy child? Rislan was not the mover that this one is, Ameris, so there for it must be a girl the dragon told her quietly and Ameris laughed. It was a regular game the pair played. Trying to out guess the other as to the sex of her and M'ris' child.
She smiled softly at the thought of the bronze pair that had caught both her interest and that of Mizeath. She had despaired that the gold would never settle her sights on just one particular dragon but it appeared she had. Not that Ameris complained. It was nice to wake to the same face after a flight for once. She enjoyed their times together and M'ris wasn't overly abusive or demanding. Not that she had expected as much, he was far too sad was her thought, for actions like that. Of course, they hadn't really experienced a situation that would call for it and she was glad for it. After her father, the goldrider had vowed that no other man would touch her that way and she did not relish the thought of what could happen.
Xyreith and R'nya approach as the gold rumbled her own greeting at the bronze.
Another smile bloomed on her face at the announcement and Ameris was again grateful for the dragon that was her own. Mizeath always had a knack for dragging her rider's mind from the most unpleasant of memories and Ameris loved her more for it. "R'nya!" she called out her own greeting, "I'd get up to hug you but I'm afraid I might embarrass myself with the attempt." Her joy at seeing him was not feigned. She had come a long way from the ragamuffin he'd groomed to be a goldrider and she had missed his advice and friendship. There had been a time the goldrider had fancied him more than she should have but time and distance had tempered it into an easy friendship instead.
"Fat," she answered ruefully as she waved at her overgrown stomach and winced as a toe pressed against her ribs. "How are you? Rhaedalyn?" For all that Ameris, and in turn Mizeath, disliked Aradissicath she just couldn't bring herself to hate the sweet goldrider. Rhaedalyn was far to nice for such emotion. It was lovely to be in her own weyr, she had fallen quite in love with Ista, but Ameris missed the other goldriders she had become accustomed to.
@Honey Love
She smiled softly at the thought of the bronze pair that had caught both her interest and that of Mizeath. She had despaired that the gold would never settle her sights on just one particular dragon but it appeared she had. Not that Ameris complained. It was nice to wake to the same face after a flight for once. She enjoyed their times together and M'ris wasn't overly abusive or demanding. Not that she had expected as much, he was far too sad was her thought, for actions like that. Of course, they hadn't really experienced a situation that would call for it and she was glad for it. After her father, the goldrider had vowed that no other man would touch her that way and she did not relish the thought of what could happen.
Another smile bloomed on her face at the announcement and Ameris was again grateful for the dragon that was her own. Mizeath always had a knack for dragging her rider's mind from the most unpleasant of memories and Ameris loved her more for it. "R'nya!" she called out her own greeting, "I'd get up to hug you but I'm afraid I might embarrass myself with the attempt." Her joy at seeing him was not feigned. She had come a long way from the ragamuffin he'd groomed to be a goldrider and she had missed his advice and friendship. There had been a time the goldrider had fancied him more than she should have but time and distance had tempered it into an easy friendship instead.
"Fat," she answered ruefully as she waved at her overgrown stomach and winced as a toe pressed against her ribs. "How are you? Rhaedalyn?" For all that Ameris, and in turn Mizeath, disliked Aradissicath she just couldn't bring herself to hate the sweet goldrider. Rhaedalyn was far to nice for such emotion. It was lovely to be in her own weyr, she had fallen quite in love with Ista, but Ameris missed the other goldriders she had become accustomed to.
@Honey Love
