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24.Jun.18, 09:24 PM
True to form, Bedith wasted no time in deciding to lay claim to the Hatching Grounds, despite the fact that she wouldn’t be laying her Clutch for months yet and Okalinth would have it as hers for over a month between then and now. Mulrissa didn’t understand it, and was sure she would be hearing plenty of complaints about Okalinth in the next few months; you’d think Okalinth was the junior queen of the two of them, the way Bedith acted.
Still, it was more effort than it was worth to convince Bedith not to investigate the Hatching Grounds that morning. The gold hadn’t been on the Sands at Telgar before, though she had been in the stands for other queen’s clutches. Since the Sands were unoccupied and, as a gold, no one really questioned their presence there, Rissa sat on the edge of the Sands and let Bedith poke around the place to her heart’s content. The warmth lulled Mulrissa into almost a doze, though she was still awake, but to a point where she wasn’t really thinking or paying attention to the world around her.
She looked up when she heard her name, turning to see Indivara crossing the Sands. “Hello, Indivara.” She said, momentarily surprised to see her. It seemed unlikely that Indivara frequented the Hatching Sands for fun, and they were not particularly close friends. Her confusion was cleared up when the bluerider said she’d be teaching the class for Bedith’s clutch.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, congratulations.” She said, genuinely pleased for the other woman. Mulrissa could tell how much it meant to Indivara to teach the class from how pleased she looked, and from hearing B’jin talk about how seriously she took her Weyrlingmaster training. “I’m sure you will do a fantastic job. And if there’s anything I can do to make your life easier, let me know.” Rissa wasn’t sure what exactly she might be able to do (other than try to keep Bedith from being too difficult) but it never hurt to offer. She was also fairly confident that Indivara was pregnant, and knowing how that was from her own pregnancies and helping her sister through hers, Mulrissa didn’t want Indivara to overwork herself. From what she knew of Indivara, however, Rissa felt that overworking herself was likely. She also probably didn’t want Rissa or anyone else making a fuss or asking her to work less. No, probably not. Rissa decided she would keep an eye on Indivara, just in case, but mostly trust her to take care of herself. Maybe talk to V’ler if she was concerned.
Mulrissa was distracted from her questions by Venseth, who was making a bit of a spectacle. “He looks like he’s enjoying himself,” she said, smiling at Indivara’s expression in the face of her dragon’s frolicking.
At the same time, Bedith blinked down at Venseth wriggling in the sand. Venseth. What are you doing? The blue was being extraordinarily undignified and Bedith would have been mortified to have been seen with him if anyone else were around. And she had to deal with him more once her eggs were laid? I hope you treat the Sands with more respect when there are eggs on it, she said primly as she sat nearby to better glare down at Venseth, delicately curling her tail around herself without disturbing the sand to make a point. She would not have some silly blue bring harm to her Clutch. Okalinth may have them next and be senior to her, but these were her Sands and anyone who threatened her eggs when they came to lay hardening on the Sands would face an enormous, enraged gold dragon. Better Venseth understood that as soon as possible.
Still, it was more effort than it was worth to convince Bedith not to investigate the Hatching Grounds that morning. The gold hadn’t been on the Sands at Telgar before, though she had been in the stands for other queen’s clutches. Since the Sands were unoccupied and, as a gold, no one really questioned their presence there, Rissa sat on the edge of the Sands and let Bedith poke around the place to her heart’s content. The warmth lulled Mulrissa into almost a doze, though she was still awake, but to a point where she wasn’t really thinking or paying attention to the world around her.
She looked up when she heard her name, turning to see Indivara crossing the Sands. “Hello, Indivara.” She said, momentarily surprised to see her. It seemed unlikely that Indivara frequented the Hatching Sands for fun, and they were not particularly close friends. Her confusion was cleared up when the bluerider said she’d be teaching the class for Bedith’s clutch.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, congratulations.” She said, genuinely pleased for the other woman. Mulrissa could tell how much it meant to Indivara to teach the class from how pleased she looked, and from hearing B’jin talk about how seriously she took her Weyrlingmaster training. “I’m sure you will do a fantastic job. And if there’s anything I can do to make your life easier, let me know.” Rissa wasn’t sure what exactly she might be able to do (other than try to keep Bedith from being too difficult) but it never hurt to offer. She was also fairly confident that Indivara was pregnant, and knowing how that was from her own pregnancies and helping her sister through hers, Mulrissa didn’t want Indivara to overwork herself. From what she knew of Indivara, however, Rissa felt that overworking herself was likely. She also probably didn’t want Rissa or anyone else making a fuss or asking her to work less. No, probably not. Rissa decided she would keep an eye on Indivara, just in case, but mostly trust her to take care of herself. Maybe talk to V’ler if she was concerned.
Mulrissa was distracted from her questions by Venseth, who was making a bit of a spectacle. “He looks like he’s enjoying himself,” she said, smiling at Indivara’s expression in the face of her dragon’s frolicking.
At the same time, Bedith blinked down at Venseth wriggling in the sand. Venseth. What are you doing? The blue was being extraordinarily undignified and Bedith would have been mortified to have been seen with him if anyone else were around. And she had to deal with him more once her eggs were laid? I hope you treat the Sands with more respect when there are eggs on it, she said primly as she sat nearby to better glare down at Venseth, delicately curling her tail around herself without disturbing the sand to make a point. She would not have some silly blue bring harm to her Clutch. Okalinth may have them next and be senior to her, but these were her Sands and anyone who threatened her eggs when they came to lay hardening on the Sands would face an enormous, enraged gold dragon. Better Venseth understood that as soon as possible.
