22.Apr.13, 10:45 PM
She watched him with something akin to pity. He seemed so down trodden, so alone. On a good day Ameris was surrounded by people. Granted most were the girls in her candidate class. The other girls chosen to stand for any gold egg. She didn't have many friends and those she did were usually former lovers. On a bad day Ameris was much like Oahkvakeen. Alone. Her pity turned to sympathy when it dawned on her that he had been stolen. He was one of those who had been kidnapped for Nirinath's clutches. She reached out and patted his hand as she answered, "If you'd like, Oahvakeen, I can teach you to talk to women and children."
She contemplated his words. Words spoken like a holder. He'd never grown up in a weyr, watched the magic that was impression. Seen the looks of utter love and adoration bloom on the faces of those lucky - yes lucky - enough to find that lifemate. She'd grew up watching her father and his brown. She could say many things about the man who had sired her most of them not very pleasant, but she could say he was a changed man, a better man when he was around his brown. She watched that brown bring out the best parts of her father and loved him for it.
Rislan crowed with delight at the new game Oahvakeen has unknowingly instigated. The dark haired little boy began shaping the wet sand into something with the vague outlines of a dragon. Rislan adored his grandfather's big brown life mate and the dragon adored him in return, so it came to no surprise to Ameris when he shouted with delight, "Ama! Midranth!" She chuckled and nodded. She waved a hand at her son, "You see Oahvakeen. Even the children love the beasts. They give you affection, unconditional love and understanding. Granted they can not give you romance, but I have seen the care with which a dragon takes with their rider when they sit together or fly together. I have witnessed many splendid things, over the years. I grew up here, in this weyr, my father a dragonrider. I wouldn't change it Oahvakeen. And I wouldn't change my candidacy either."
She contemplated his words. Words spoken like a holder. He'd never grown up in a weyr, watched the magic that was impression. Seen the looks of utter love and adoration bloom on the faces of those lucky - yes lucky - enough to find that lifemate. She'd grew up watching her father and his brown. She could say many things about the man who had sired her most of them not very pleasant, but she could say he was a changed man, a better man when he was around his brown. She watched that brown bring out the best parts of her father and loved him for it.
Rislan crowed with delight at the new game Oahvakeen has unknowingly instigated. The dark haired little boy began shaping the wet sand into something with the vague outlines of a dragon. Rislan adored his grandfather's big brown life mate and the dragon adored him in return, so it came to no surprise to Ameris when he shouted with delight, "Ama! Midranth!" She chuckled and nodded. She waved a hand at her son, "You see Oahvakeen. Even the children love the beasts. They give you affection, unconditional love and understanding. Granted they can not give you romance, but I have seen the care with which a dragon takes with their rider when they sit together or fly together. I have witnessed many splendid things, over the years. I grew up here, in this weyr, my father a dragonrider. I wouldn't change it Oahvakeen. And I wouldn't change my candidacy either."