30.Mar.12, 01:20 AM
The arrival of the older Queen did not go unnoticed by the younger; Krypth lifted her head and set it on the table instead of in the aisle, watching the approach of the two females with some curiosity. She looks much more feminine than you, Jada. Krypth's voice was mild, but not disapproving. Her dress would not be practical in all situations. But maybe you should have dressed up and tried to look nice too. Not that Jada would have had time, with all the demands Krypth was already deciding needed to be placed on her companion! But the dragonet had decided that Hers would sink or swim, with their bond as her oar!
"I would appreciate the pillow." Jada tried to ignore the dragonet's light prodding. "And maybe a blanket. She keeps stealing all of mine. I almost ended up sleeping in her bed with her last night, with all the times I fell on the floor because of her. Not that I actually got much sleep at all." The look she gave Krypth wasn't accusing. Not at all. A glance back at Ronarth got Jada to grin, and she leaned in towards D'ren conspiratorially. "How long does it take them to get too big?"
But then Tsuen was there, sliding onto the seating at other side of the table. Jada would have rose, but new-Hatched rump was in her lap. "G-G-Good-"
Don't stutter, Jada. You're mine now.
Easier said than done. "Good afternoon, Weyrwoman." What was the difference between the nerves in her stomach between D'ren's casual friendliness and Tsuen's equally kind greeting? The formality of it? The driving home that Tsuen was a person with whom she would be spending a lot of time over the turns to come? Unless another gold was born, if anything happened to Tsuen or Nirinath...
You will be Weyrwoman. Jada? Jada, why are you so pale?
Live forever, Tsuen! A golden head dropped towards Krypth's own, and the gold lifted her nose to meet the larger dragon's eyes. There was a moment of sniffing, and then Krypth sneezed at her mother, dropping her head onto D'ren's chest. "I can't imagine having to spend almost 4 months attached to the Sands." Jada admitted. "The brief description we got sounds exhausting." How did she tell the Weyrwoman 'thank you' for congratulations? Would she thank Nirinath? Or shards, would she thank Krypth? (Did she want to thank Krypth?)
Politics: Not Jada's forte?
"I would appreciate the pillow." Jada tried to ignore the dragonet's light prodding. "And maybe a blanket. She keeps stealing all of mine. I almost ended up sleeping in her bed with her last night, with all the times I fell on the floor because of her. Not that I actually got much sleep at all." The look she gave Krypth wasn't accusing. Not at all. A glance back at Ronarth got Jada to grin, and she leaned in towards D'ren conspiratorially. "How long does it take them to get too big?"
But then Tsuen was there, sliding onto the seating at other side of the table. Jada would have rose, but new-Hatched rump was in her lap. "G-G-Good-"
Don't stutter, Jada. You're mine now.
Easier said than done. "Good afternoon, Weyrwoman." What was the difference between the nerves in her stomach between D'ren's casual friendliness and Tsuen's equally kind greeting? The formality of it? The driving home that Tsuen was a person with whom she would be spending a lot of time over the turns to come? Unless another gold was born, if anything happened to Tsuen or Nirinath...
You will be Weyrwoman. Jada? Jada, why are you so pale?
Live forever, Tsuen! A golden head dropped towards Krypth's own, and the gold lifted her nose to meet the larger dragon's eyes. There was a moment of sniffing, and then Krypth sneezed at her mother, dropping her head onto D'ren's chest. "I can't imagine having to spend almost 4 months attached to the Sands." Jada admitted. "The brief description we got sounds exhausting." How did she tell the Weyrwoman 'thank you' for congratulations? Would she thank Nirinath? Or shards, would she thank Krypth? (Did she want to thank Krypth?)
Politics: Not Jada's forte?