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21.Nov.19, 02:39 AM
Mylorah often tried to watch weyrling lessons that were filled with fun activities like that morning's game of hide and seek. The little dragons were always so cute prancing around after their mates and with this clutch, she found it especially delightful. They were so full of life and energy now and that relieved so much of the stress she had been carrying around since the Hatching. She was finally able to relax and be happy for her three friends that they had Impressed and she looked forward to the day they graduated and became full-fledged dragonriders. Sure, she was quickly becoming one of the last of the Katila crew to Impress but she still had a long time to go before aging out and Mylorah was convinced her dragon was just being fashionably late and would make a grand entrance when ready.
She giggled as she watched Dyoricath beeline directly to where Sh'ran was hiding--that little blue seemed to have heightened senses beyond his siblings when it came to his Sh'ran--and wondered when her friend would ever be able to kiss someone again. The merriment quickly died when she heard a couple of men talking as they passed by her little spot she had claimed. They likely hadn't even noticed her and apparently didn't realise how loud they were talking as she glanced around and saw both B'kit and Erebuth change posture, as if they heard the horrible things being said.
As she got to her feet, debating what to say to the jerks, Mylorah saw Erebuth beat her to the punch as he countered their points. He was such a good and brave little boy! She wasn't so sure such things could be said about the men, however, and Mylorah rushed over to intervene since B'kit was busy keeping Erebuth restrained and she didn't want to see the darling boy be kicked by a coward who thought he was a tough guy.
"From where I'm standing, the weyrlings aren't the damaged ones," Mylorah crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared down the men. She wanted to believe everyone had a good side and even the crankiest person was just misunderstood, but these two were flat out bullies with no common sense or courtesy. "How can you say such things? Look at how they thrive. How they love. The Healers cleared them because of the improvement and haven't noticed any deficiencies but next time they're here, I'll send them to examine you."
She was about to say more, or possible give in to the urge to punch one of the men when she saw another figure approach and all the fire in her evaporated as a coldness settled in. D'hys. She had no idea which side of the argument he would be on but she was suddenly glad she hadn't jumped anyone and started clawing at them.
She giggled as she watched Dyoricath beeline directly to where Sh'ran was hiding--that little blue seemed to have heightened senses beyond his siblings when it came to his Sh'ran--and wondered when her friend would ever be able to kiss someone again. The merriment quickly died when she heard a couple of men talking as they passed by her little spot she had claimed. They likely hadn't even noticed her and apparently didn't realise how loud they were talking as she glanced around and saw both B'kit and Erebuth change posture, as if they heard the horrible things being said.
As she got to her feet, debating what to say to the jerks, Mylorah saw Erebuth beat her to the punch as he countered their points. He was such a good and brave little boy! She wasn't so sure such things could be said about the men, however, and Mylorah rushed over to intervene since B'kit was busy keeping Erebuth restrained and she didn't want to see the darling boy be kicked by a coward who thought he was a tough guy.
"From where I'm standing, the weyrlings aren't the damaged ones," Mylorah crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared down the men. She wanted to believe everyone had a good side and even the crankiest person was just misunderstood, but these two were flat out bullies with no common sense or courtesy. "How can you say such things? Look at how they thrive. How they love. The Healers cleared them because of the improvement and haven't noticed any deficiencies but next time they're here, I'll send them to examine you."
She was about to say more, or possible give in to the urge to punch one of the men when she saw another figure approach and all the fire in her evaporated as a coldness settled in. D'hys. She had no idea which side of the argument he would be on but she was suddenly glad she hadn't jumped anyone and started clawing at them.
