20.Oct.20, 03:21 PM
“Hey, excuses work. That’s better than I did, at least. I couldn’t come up with any, so I just ran off. Quite literally. I still think my father is waiting for me to come back…”
Aederyn chuckled a bit at the idea of a gold rider getting married…she supposed the whole weyrwoman/weyrleader relationship was similar, but she’d been learning that relationships among dragonriders seemed to be in a constant state of flux, and sometimes not determined by the riders, but by the dragons themselves, regardless of the riders’ wishes. It was a unique way of life, to be sure, but she was adjusting to the idea.
She nodded as Cazan continued. The idea of being too busy and exhausted to think wasn’t terribly difficult to grasp. She’d had her moments of it, to be sure. Her sister’s new baby, her own firelizard, but nothing to the extreme of caring for a newly hatched, rapidly growing dragon. The idea of someday possibly having her own dragon to care for sent a wave of excitement and nervousness through her, and she looked back toward the gold and smiled.
Aederyn gawked at the projects in Cazan’s work area, reaching toward but afraid to touch the various pieces that sat on the bench until Cazan directed her toward some materials to start in on. She listened attentively as the woman explained what tools to use and how, as well as how to measure and cut for seam allowances—margins?—and when to cut with or against the grain. Rudi had taken up a perch atop the gold, comfortable and content but in such a spot that he could watch the two women. Occasionally he got called over for measurements, only to take up his position on the queen again afterwards. He had taken quite easily to both Cazan and Malvayth, and she praised him when he interacted easily and responded to either of them.
Time seemed to fly and Aederyn was almost sad when Cazan seemed to be ending the lesson for the day.
Aederyn chuckled a bit at the idea of a gold rider getting married…she supposed the whole weyrwoman/weyrleader relationship was similar, but she’d been learning that relationships among dragonriders seemed to be in a constant state of flux, and sometimes not determined by the riders, but by the dragons themselves, regardless of the riders’ wishes. It was a unique way of life, to be sure, but she was adjusting to the idea.
She nodded as Cazan continued. The idea of being too busy and exhausted to think wasn’t terribly difficult to grasp. She’d had her moments of it, to be sure. Her sister’s new baby, her own firelizard, but nothing to the extreme of caring for a newly hatched, rapidly growing dragon. The idea of someday possibly having her own dragon to care for sent a wave of excitement and nervousness through her, and she looked back toward the gold and smiled.
Aederyn gawked at the projects in Cazan’s work area, reaching toward but afraid to touch the various pieces that sat on the bench until Cazan directed her toward some materials to start in on. She listened attentively as the woman explained what tools to use and how, as well as how to measure and cut for seam allowances—margins?—and when to cut with or against the grain. Rudi had taken up a perch atop the gold, comfortable and content but in such a spot that he could watch the two women. Occasionally he got called over for measurements, only to take up his position on the queen again afterwards. He had taken quite easily to both Cazan and Malvayth, and she praised him when he interacted easily and responded to either of them.
Time seemed to fly and Aederyn was almost sad when Cazan seemed to be ending the lesson for the day.