17.Jan.13, 01:54 PM
"Oh, you never know," Ellaira said with a glib wink, "You might find out that you like having a random schedule!" She grinned. "If you ever end up having children, and find yourself wanting another one... just remember what it's like to sleep whenever you can catch a wink or two." She hefted Morallina again, settling the girl's weight better on her hip. It wouldn't be too much longer before she either had to make the girl walk all the time, or get her a pack mule.
"You're always welcome to come visit us," Ellaira offered after a moment. "Just send one of your flits over with a message beforehand. I enjoy your company, and I know that Morallina would be more than delighted to spend more time near Araith, wouldn't you, dear?" The little girl nodded shyly, before waving to the dragon. "And if it's allowed, well, I bet Ten would be over the moon to help, if you'd like any company when tending to Araith. He's been dreaming of dragonriding since he could talk, and if you can stand a motormouth, he's a hard worker."
It was a good thing Vijeraten had run off to buy himself snacks, or he probably would have been begging as soon as the suggestion came out of his mother's mouth. He was like any other weyrbred boy, really, with dragons in his eyes and the wind at his back. It would be a shame if he never Impressed - but with a dragonrider as a father and an uncle, it wasn't likely. Though of course, she had thought similar thoughts about herself more than once in the past... And look at her now. Almost thirty, and always left Standing.
"You're always welcome to come visit us," Ellaira offered after a moment. "Just send one of your flits over with a message beforehand. I enjoy your company, and I know that Morallina would be more than delighted to spend more time near Araith, wouldn't you, dear?" The little girl nodded shyly, before waving to the dragon. "And if it's allowed, well, I bet Ten would be over the moon to help, if you'd like any company when tending to Araith. He's been dreaming of dragonriding since he could talk, and if you can stand a motormouth, he's a hard worker."
It was a good thing Vijeraten had run off to buy himself snacks, or he probably would have been begging as soon as the suggestion came out of his mother's mouth. He was like any other weyrbred boy, really, with dragons in his eyes and the wind at his back. It would be a shame if he never Impressed - but with a dragonrider as a father and an uncle, it wasn't likely. Though of course, she had thought similar thoughts about herself more than once in the past... And look at her now. Almost thirty, and always left Standing.