15.Jul.13, 07:46 PM
Her eyes flashed in light confusion and curiosity as she glanced from Ayyonth to R'nd. Standing. She of course had had the same dreams as every other brat - finding that special connection with one of the dragons, joining the ranks of riders in the Weyr. But she'd never really thought too much of doing it on her own. Yes, she was the age she could. But she just...she rolled over thoughtfully in the water, her eyes locking onto Ayyonth's. "Ayyonth, what do you think about me Standing? Do you think I'd get along with a dragon?"
It was a bold question, and one she was hoping wouldn't get her cuffed or buffeted by those wings. But she had always want to know what a dragon thought of it. She did want to do it, in her heart of hearts, but she'd seen the rejection of those who didn't Impress. And she didn't know if she wanted to deal with the heartbreak. It was a selfish fear, but it was one deepseated in her mind. She paddled closer to the big blue, resting a light hand on his flank and peering up at him with a soft but nervous smile on her face.
As she waited to see what the dragon thought, her own thoughts did once again wheel around to what happened if she did Impress. What would she ride? Golds were mostly snotty or vapid - least she'd been told so by many of the lower rank riders she was used to be around - and she didn't think she had the attitude or authority for one. Maybe a green? She could see herself getting along with a green. Blues like Ayyonth were pretty and smart and would be an excellent choice too. She really loved browns, but girls didn't ride browns. It didn't happen. Shame, too, since they were the equalizers...maybe a blue, or a gold if it wasn't too rotten. She eyed Ayyonth, now nervous at how long he was taking to reply.
It was a bold question, and one she was hoping wouldn't get her cuffed or buffeted by those wings. But she had always want to know what a dragon thought of it. She did want to do it, in her heart of hearts, but she'd seen the rejection of those who didn't Impress. And she didn't know if she wanted to deal with the heartbreak. It was a selfish fear, but it was one deepseated in her mind. She paddled closer to the big blue, resting a light hand on his flank and peering up at him with a soft but nervous smile on her face.
As she waited to see what the dragon thought, her own thoughts did once again wheel around to what happened if she did Impress. What would she ride? Golds were mostly snotty or vapid - least she'd been told so by many of the lower rank riders she was used to be around - and she didn't think she had the attitude or authority for one. Maybe a green? She could see herself getting along with a green. Blues like Ayyonth were pretty and smart and would be an excellent choice too. She really loved browns, but girls didn't ride browns. It didn't happen. Shame, too, since they were the equalizers...maybe a blue, or a gold if it wasn't too rotten. She eyed Ayyonth, now nervous at how long he was taking to reply.