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31.Mar.19, 04:25 AM
The past couple months had been fucking weird. Weird thing number one, the Weyrlings had gotten their own, personal weyrs and Nerreh found it took some getting used to. She’d never lived on her own before and it was unexpectedly difficult sometimes. Much quieter, and no one to remind her to do laundry or other basic shit. Not that Nerreh was totally alone, Faxx was there too — and loving having personal space — but it was still an adjustment.
And then there was the adjustment Faxxonth seemed to be making. Nerreh’s little girl was getting bluer by the day and Nerreh wasn’t sure anyone really noticed. And Faxx herself was being coy about it all, saying things like ‘is that so?’ when Nerreh pointed out how blue she was getting. There was no way it meant nothing but apparently everyone else in the Weyr was blind, though Nerreh had seen a few other Weyrlings and a couple random people around the Weyr giving Faxx odd looks, so maybe they were seeing it and just choosing not to overthink it. Obviously, Nerreh had to overthink it, so here she was not sure what color dragon she had and spending way too much time musing on it instead of having fun. Like now, when she was eating breakfast alone instead of hanging out with friends.
Nerreh was wondering how it would go when people figured out her drag might, in fact, be blue instead of green and hadn’t told anyone because she — he? — was a smug little bitch who liked being the only one in on a joke. She usually let Nerreh in on them, but sometimes Faxx liked knowing things no one else did. Like now, because Nerreh could feel Faxx’s laughter at her line of thought, and she gave her dragon a mental shove and went back to drinking her juice just as someone sat down in front of her. Nerreh blinked.
“Casa! Hi! It’s, uh, yeah, it’s been a minute,” she said, awkwardly shifting in her seat as she looked over at the goldrider. ‘A minute’ being… what, since Nerreh’s birthday the turn before? Nerreh had been mostly in ‘weyrling’ mode since then, and Casa had been… well, from what Nerreh had heard Casa had spent the past turn getting laid. Worse things to do, Nerreh supposed. Hardly what she’d been getting up to with her baby dragon, so at least someone at Ista was getting some. Shaking off that train of thought, Nerreh started to answer Casa’s question.
“Oh, you know, Faxx is, uh…” Almost certainly blue, Nerreh thought, but she didn’t want to be the first to say it out loud. Someone would say it was wishful thinking on her part or some bullshit. Nerreh didn’t feel like dealing with it. She’d confirm it just for herself, and then she could be in on the joke with Faxx and laugh at everyone else as they learned. And deal with the consequences as they came. “…getting really bored with Weyrlinghood,” Nerreh ended up saying. “Thinks her clutchmates aren’t as talented as she is and wants to graduate to bigger and better things.” Whatever that meant.
“How about you and Thallyath, Casa? Doing alright?” Nerreh asked, wondering if Casa would happily move on to talk about herself or if she would have to field more questions from the goldrider about things in her life she hadn’t figured out yet.
And then there was the adjustment Faxxonth seemed to be making. Nerreh’s little girl was getting bluer by the day and Nerreh wasn’t sure anyone really noticed. And Faxx herself was being coy about it all, saying things like ‘is that so?’ when Nerreh pointed out how blue she was getting. There was no way it meant nothing but apparently everyone else in the Weyr was blind, though Nerreh had seen a few other Weyrlings and a couple random people around the Weyr giving Faxx odd looks, so maybe they were seeing it and just choosing not to overthink it. Obviously, Nerreh had to overthink it, so here she was not sure what color dragon she had and spending way too much time musing on it instead of having fun. Like now, when she was eating breakfast alone instead of hanging out with friends.
Nerreh was wondering how it would go when people figured out her drag might, in fact, be blue instead of green and hadn’t told anyone because she — he? — was a smug little bitch who liked being the only one in on a joke. She usually let Nerreh in on them, but sometimes Faxx liked knowing things no one else did. Like now, because Nerreh could feel Faxx’s laughter at her line of thought, and she gave her dragon a mental shove and went back to drinking her juice just as someone sat down in front of her. Nerreh blinked.
“Casa! Hi! It’s, uh, yeah, it’s been a minute,” she said, awkwardly shifting in her seat as she looked over at the goldrider. ‘A minute’ being… what, since Nerreh’s birthday the turn before? Nerreh had been mostly in ‘weyrling’ mode since then, and Casa had been… well, from what Nerreh had heard Casa had spent the past turn getting laid. Worse things to do, Nerreh supposed. Hardly what she’d been getting up to with her baby dragon, so at least someone at Ista was getting some. Shaking off that train of thought, Nerreh started to answer Casa’s question.
“Oh, you know, Faxx is, uh…” Almost certainly blue, Nerreh thought, but she didn’t want to be the first to say it out loud. Someone would say it was wishful thinking on her part or some bullshit. Nerreh didn’t feel like dealing with it. She’d confirm it just for herself, and then she could be in on the joke with Faxx and laugh at everyone else as they learned. And deal with the consequences as they came. “…getting really bored with Weyrlinghood,” Nerreh ended up saying. “Thinks her clutchmates aren’t as talented as she is and wants to graduate to bigger and better things.” Whatever that meant.
“How about you and Thallyath, Casa? Doing alright?” Nerreh asked, wondering if Casa would happily move on to talk about herself or if she would have to field more questions from the goldrider about things in her life she hadn’t figured out yet.
