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09.Sep.18, 03:08 AM
Bedith rumbled at T’ryn, pleased he agreed with her that she (and Syrendryth) were perfect sized. Rissa couldn’t help her delighted laughter at both T’ryn’s comment about bathing Syrendryth (which was clever) and how much Bedith approved of the young man. The offer to visit took Mulrissa by surprise, but Bedith made another sound of approval. Vain thing was loving the attention.
“Thank you,” Rissa said, genuinely appreciative of the offer, “I wouldn’t mind at all, though Bedith will be here far more than I will and she gets final say. But as far as I’m concerned your presence is welcome whenever you may choose to stop by.” Bedith nodded her head in agreement.
As long as you ask before entering the Sands you are welcome, the gold said. She was dedicated to protecting her clutch and had no reservations about spending every moment until they hatched on the Sands, but it was nice to have confirmed company outside her rider that she could tolerate, even liked.
Syrendryth was certainly more than tolerable and continued to prove himself worthy of being the first to catch her. The offer to hunt for her had the gold utterly thrilled. It showed her proper respect and, she was starting to realize now that Syrendryth had mentioned it and the adrenaline of the early morning was wearing, she was actually getting hungry. It had been a number of days since she’d last hunted, considering she’d been too egg-heavy to fly for the past week or so, and even before that her usual grace had been impacted (though the herdbeasts kept for them were easy enough to catch even without being in top-form) and a meal sounded rather nice. Bedith knew she could last until the eggs hatched if she had to, unwilling as she was to leave them even for a moment, but why deprive herself when Syrendreth offered? You may indeed, she told him, her pleasure at the request visible.
Rissa smiled appreciatively at T’ryn, opening her mouth to thank him for the thought and perhaps take him up on it when she was surprised by the appearance of Indivara. She gave a startled laugh which turned into a smile at Indivara’s antics. “Good morning, Indivara. You seem like you’re doing well,” Mulrissa said taking the platter from the other woman. She carefully set down the food and pulled the blanket she still had wrapped around her shoulders and began to lay it out on the sand.
“Keep the food from getting sandy,” she laughed, smoothing out the blanket a bit before moving the platter onto the blanket and sitting down on the edge. “Here, sit, there’s plenty of space.” she gave T’ryn a smile, patting the blanket. Mulrissa wasted no time at all in piling a piece of bread with cheese and fruit and taking a bite, leaving Indivara to look over the eggs as she pleased.
Bedith, on the other hand, watched Indivara closely. At least the bluerider had greeted her, even if it wasn’t really a proper greeting, and Bedith could tell she was appreciative of the clutch, so her rudeness was allowed this time. She was in a good mood, what with having such a nice clutch including a gold egg and Syrendryth offering to hunt for her, and Indivara wasn’t hurting her eggs (and hadn’t brought Venseth with her) so she’d be nice just this once. Even so Bedith continued to watch Indivara’s every move until she sat down with the other riders.
With a grin Mulrissa gave a mock toast to Indivara’s compliments, dubious as some of them may have been. “Between you and Bedith you’ll have all the Candidates well and truly terrorized,” she agreed, picking up another piece of fruit. “Both of my children are Standing this time, so I’m sure I’ll hear all about it. It’ll be Ginorra’s first time Standing, she insisted on it if Bedith laid a gold egg, so don’t traumatize her too badly. Otherwise she’ll want to move back in with me.” Rissa gave Indivara a sly smile before laughing again. Truly, she loved her daughter, but she was nearly fourteen and becoming a bit difficult to live with all the time. A few months in the Candidate barracks could do her some good.
“Speaking of children,” Rissa added thoughtfully, taking another bite of fruit, “how are you faring, Indivara?”
“Thank you,” Rissa said, genuinely appreciative of the offer, “I wouldn’t mind at all, though Bedith will be here far more than I will and she gets final say. But as far as I’m concerned your presence is welcome whenever you may choose to stop by.” Bedith nodded her head in agreement.
As long as you ask before entering the Sands you are welcome, the gold said. She was dedicated to protecting her clutch and had no reservations about spending every moment until they hatched on the Sands, but it was nice to have confirmed company outside her rider that she could tolerate, even liked.
Syrendryth was certainly more than tolerable and continued to prove himself worthy of being the first to catch her. The offer to hunt for her had the gold utterly thrilled. It showed her proper respect and, she was starting to realize now that Syrendryth had mentioned it and the adrenaline of the early morning was wearing, she was actually getting hungry. It had been a number of days since she’d last hunted, considering she’d been too egg-heavy to fly for the past week or so, and even before that her usual grace had been impacted (though the herdbeasts kept for them were easy enough to catch even without being in top-form) and a meal sounded rather nice. Bedith knew she could last until the eggs hatched if she had to, unwilling as she was to leave them even for a moment, but why deprive herself when Syrendreth offered? You may indeed, she told him, her pleasure at the request visible.
Rissa smiled appreciatively at T’ryn, opening her mouth to thank him for the thought and perhaps take him up on it when she was surprised by the appearance of Indivara. She gave a startled laugh which turned into a smile at Indivara’s antics. “Good morning, Indivara. You seem like you’re doing well,” Mulrissa said taking the platter from the other woman. She carefully set down the food and pulled the blanket she still had wrapped around her shoulders and began to lay it out on the sand.
“Keep the food from getting sandy,” she laughed, smoothing out the blanket a bit before moving the platter onto the blanket and sitting down on the edge. “Here, sit, there’s plenty of space.” she gave T’ryn a smile, patting the blanket. Mulrissa wasted no time at all in piling a piece of bread with cheese and fruit and taking a bite, leaving Indivara to look over the eggs as she pleased.
Bedith, on the other hand, watched Indivara closely. At least the bluerider had greeted her, even if it wasn’t really a proper greeting, and Bedith could tell she was appreciative of the clutch, so her rudeness was allowed this time. She was in a good mood, what with having such a nice clutch including a gold egg and Syrendryth offering to hunt for her, and Indivara wasn’t hurting her eggs (and hadn’t brought Venseth with her) so she’d be nice just this once. Even so Bedith continued to watch Indivara’s every move until she sat down with the other riders.
With a grin Mulrissa gave a mock toast to Indivara’s compliments, dubious as some of them may have been. “Between you and Bedith you’ll have all the Candidates well and truly terrorized,” she agreed, picking up another piece of fruit. “Both of my children are Standing this time, so I’m sure I’ll hear all about it. It’ll be Ginorra’s first time Standing, she insisted on it if Bedith laid a gold egg, so don’t traumatize her too badly. Otherwise she’ll want to move back in with me.” Rissa gave Indivara a sly smile before laughing again. Truly, she loved her daughter, but she was nearly fourteen and becoming a bit difficult to live with all the time. A few months in the Candidate barracks could do her some good.
“Speaking of children,” Rissa added thoughtfully, taking another bite of fruit, “how are you faring, Indivara?”
