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19.Nov.16, 01:16 AM
There was so much more to being weyrwoman than Ameris had originally thought. She'd been under the impression that there wouldn't be much for the young woman to do out side taking care of Mizeath and Rislan but she had been wrong. There was far more to do than she had realized. She wasn't complaining of course, she actually quite enjoyed the time she spent doing this or that but she never really had a moment to just sit for a while. One would think people would be a little more considerate of the giant belly that hung in front of her, but no. She was ready to delegate the majority of the work onto the younger gold riders until this babe was born. It would do the lot of them some good to be put to work. But it was hard for Ameris to do just that no matter how ready she was.
She wasn't power hungry or cruel in her treatment of the other goldriders, far from it, but Ameris tended toward perfectionism. She rarely thought that they would do the same job at the degree it should be done. Could they manage a panicked headwoman? Disgruntled creche workers? Ameris had a fear that neither of the other golds would be able to handle it. She shifted slightly as she listened with half an ear at the headwoman in question, hand rubbing at the small of her back. This child felt heavier than Rislan and it pulled at the small muscles in every inch of her back.
A smile grew on her face when Mizeath's voice rolled through her mind. M'ris wished to speak to her and it was the perfect excuse to leave the meeting her harried headwoman had had asked her for. She directed her smile to the headwoman, "The weyrleader wishes to speak to me and I this would be the perfect time for the other goldriders had some responsibility. Could you possibly direct this at them?" She make sure the request was polite and worded correctly so as not to offend woman and struggled to her feet. The woman blissfully shut her mouth, smiling knowingly at Ameris as the younger woman sketched a jaunty salute and made her way out of the room.
Have you any idea what it is he needs? she asked the gold, who replied in the negative but took the time to assure her rider that M'ris had made arrangements for Rislan to stay with his son. The implications of being alone with him - and her hormones - made her face color lightly as she commandeered a young 'brat to help her with the climb to M'ris' weyr. She did so, of course, out of ear shot of anyone who may see it as a weakness. The hell if she would allow anyone to think she was weak, pregnant or not. Once she got to where she needed to be, Ameris waved the giggling 'brat away laughing as she did so. Cheeky little thing. She didn't knock, she didn't feel she had too, he'd asked her to meet him so why should she knock?
She wasn't sure what she had expected when she entered but it surely wasn't the bath full of bubbles and a beautiful array of food. She stopped short, closing the door behind her and looked at him before looking at the tub. Hands on her hips, she grinned before laughing, "What's all this?"
@Insulting Truths
She wasn't power hungry or cruel in her treatment of the other goldriders, far from it, but Ameris tended toward perfectionism. She rarely thought that they would do the same job at the degree it should be done. Could they manage a panicked headwoman? Disgruntled creche workers? Ameris had a fear that neither of the other golds would be able to handle it. She shifted slightly as she listened with half an ear at the headwoman in question, hand rubbing at the small of her back. This child felt heavier than Rislan and it pulled at the small muscles in every inch of her back.
A smile grew on her face when Mizeath's voice rolled through her mind. M'ris wished to speak to her and it was the perfect excuse to leave the meeting her harried headwoman had had asked her for. She directed her smile to the headwoman, "The weyrleader wishes to speak to me and I this would be the perfect time for the other goldriders had some responsibility. Could you possibly direct this at them?" She make sure the request was polite and worded correctly so as not to offend woman and struggled to her feet. The woman blissfully shut her mouth, smiling knowingly at Ameris as the younger woman sketched a jaunty salute and made her way out of the room.
Have you any idea what it is he needs? she asked the gold, who replied in the negative but took the time to assure her rider that M'ris had made arrangements for Rislan to stay with his son. The implications of being alone with him - and her hormones - made her face color lightly as she commandeered a young 'brat to help her with the climb to M'ris' weyr. She did so, of course, out of ear shot of anyone who may see it as a weakness. The hell if she would allow anyone to think she was weak, pregnant or not. Once she got to where she needed to be, Ameris waved the giggling 'brat away laughing as she did so. Cheeky little thing. She didn't knock, she didn't feel she had too, he'd asked her to meet him so why should she knock?
She wasn't sure what she had expected when she entered but it surely wasn't the bath full of bubbles and a beautiful array of food. She stopped short, closing the door behind her and looked at him before looking at the tub. Hands on her hips, she grinned before laughing, "What's all this?"
@Insulting Truths
