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16.May.12, 11:54 PM
Ah. Well, that was one thing about the whole event she could support. As a child it had been hard enough trying to understand her older siblings, who seemed to dislike her- she couldn't imagine having to deal with a parent who resented her. And it wasn't that Jada would resent having a child- not at all. She would resent that it had been a mandate, not necessarily something that came from... love, or feelings. The rule could produce children that were little more to their life-givers than means to an end. So hearing that there were people who were with the children out of a want to be there? It made Jada go just a little squishy inside. As D'ren commented about his own arrival, Jada grinned and glanced at him. And then there were the couples like D'ren and Tsuen. Both incredibly busy, who would need the creche- but she couldn't imagine their child would go wanting for any affection, with that excitement in his voice.
Uh oh, she was thinking off-track! Jada stared at the lines on his brow, thinking, when she saw the look cross his face, and said a magical phrase that made Jada lighten up like it was a Gather. "That's a good idea," D'ren said, and that was all Jada heard. Praise? Was it praise? Praise praise praise? Maybe maybe, just a little? YES! It was a good idea! If humans could glow, Jada was getting there, until reality set in.
Lights went on, lights went off, and happy became sullen and sullen became happy, and sullen and happy sullen sad happy sullen. All of it ran across her face with a lack of professionalism that would shame her when she remembered she was supposed to be trying to impress the weyrleader. "I've-" Probably heard some rumors about you and Tsuen you haven't. "Heard the rumors." she breathed heavily. After all- listening was what Harpers did. Then again, he was Weyrleader and may have an army of draconic superspies feeding him information informers.
But he did have a good point. Tsuen and Nirinath were going to be around for a long time. They had to be. Jada wasn't anyone's choice for leading anything but the children's games! And in part, that was why Jada was certain sometimes of Krypth's mistake. Her devotion had to be meant for someone else. Even as a baby- a hatchling? weyrling?- she was so many things that Jada was not. Shards, it had been half Krypth's fault she was almost late, but it was the dragonet's fault she was actually on time, with her poking and prodding and punctuality!
Ronarth's voice was warm, and D'ren's face was just-
Nope. You don't cry on the Weyrleader, Jada!
But it was very tempting, right up until she watched a big bronze nose poke around a Krypth-sized hole in D'ren's window. Near-sobs turned into strained laughter, and Jada found herself missing the press of a warm, soft nose on her leg.
Uh oh, she was thinking off-track! Jada stared at the lines on his brow, thinking, when she saw the look cross his face, and said a magical phrase that made Jada lighten up like it was a Gather. "That's a good idea," D'ren said, and that was all Jada heard. Praise? Was it praise? Praise praise praise? Maybe maybe, just a little? YES! It was a good idea! If humans could glow, Jada was getting there, until reality set in.
Lights went on, lights went off, and happy became sullen and sullen became happy, and sullen and happy sullen sad happy sullen. All of it ran across her face with a lack of professionalism that would shame her when she remembered she was supposed to be trying to impress the weyrleader. "I've-" Probably heard some rumors about you and Tsuen you haven't. "Heard the rumors." she breathed heavily. After all- listening was what Harpers did. Then again, he was Weyrleader and may have an army of draconic superspies feeding him information informers.
But he did have a good point. Tsuen and Nirinath were going to be around for a long time. They had to be. Jada wasn't anyone's choice for leading anything but the children's games! And in part, that was why Jada was certain sometimes of Krypth's mistake. Her devotion had to be meant for someone else. Even as a baby- a hatchling? weyrling?- she was so many things that Jada was not. Shards, it had been half Krypth's fault she was almost late, but it was the dragonet's fault she was actually on time, with her poking and prodding and punctuality!
Ronarth's voice was warm, and D'ren's face was just-
Nope. You don't cry on the Weyrleader, Jada!
But it was very tempting, right up until she watched a big bronze nose poke around a Krypth-sized hole in D'ren's window. Near-sobs turned into strained laughter, and Jada found herself missing the press of a warm, soft nose on her leg.
