Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
31.Mar.12, 11:58 AM
Tsuen clearly dismissed her to collect her pack, and Breccan did so quickly, too interested in this puzzle to re-check the contents or add any additional items. When she returned, she was rather pleased that Tsuen had taken her suggestion to go east, and naturally completely failed to consider if that had been the woman's plan all along. Sometimes it was nicer to just feel good about something, especially when the other person really didn't need to know.
Listening avidly to the woman's explanation, she nodded whenever Tsuen paused, her expression thoughtful. She wondered, privately, how many names had been removed from that bucket. It was probably a macabre job for the Weyrleaders, who must know at least most of the names, but had to consider the losses in terms of value. The Plague itself had had a completely different meaning for these people, she realized. It hadn't had much impact on her life. Though her father had once bought a firelizard egg, he'd been swindled into purchasing a dud, and none of the other Apprentices had had them. Dragons had been even smaller figures in her life, until recently. She hadn't even missed them when they'd stopped being an infrequent sight in the skies; she'd been too focused on her work. Now she wondered if she'd missed out on something. Perhaps it was better to be here than back up at Healer.
"Good system," she acknowledged, aware of the inherent fairness in luck of the draw. Even the system's few flaws, like assigning pregnant Tsuen to hunt, were not so serious. As she'd said, Nirinath was more than capable of picking up her slack, and she doubted anyone would be too upset if people traded chores due to physical limitations. It said something that the Weyrwoman still intended to go out in the wilderness and gather plants, though she hardly was required to. Breccan knew already she'd have a lot to think about by the time she made it back.
The sudden appearance of Nirinath, though, she was totally unprepared for. The dragon was enormous, and a butter-gold, with that particular shine she'd been told Golds and Bronzes had. She'd never had an opportunity to see it first-hand, or at least not from this close. A little belatedly, she realized Tsuen had already stepped forward to receive the riding leathers and was turning to look back at her. She smiled apologetically and stepped forward to join her, only to be surprised again at the offer. "Really?" she couldn't help but ask. They hadn't even practiced putting the straps on a living dragon yet, and here Tsuen was offering to teach her on Nirinath! "I would love to," she answered, "If Nirinath doesn't mind." She dipped her head slightly and made a small gesture towards the Gold, not wanting to leave her out of the conversation. Somehow, it seemed a little disrespectful to ask the Gold directly, but just as disrespectful to only ask Tsuen; that had been the best compromise she could come up with.
Something about the Gold was a little off-putting, and Breccan doubted it was just her size. After a moment's thought, she decided it was the dragon's presence. Even more than Grith, the only other dragon she'd come close to meeting, Nirinath was very obviously there and participating. She wasn't like an animal, like a dog or a horse, and she wasn't much like the few firelizards Breccan had ever seen, either. She was more like a person who happened to be in a very strange body. Breccan was unsettled by this impression. She'd never really had occasion to think very much about what dragons were like, not even in Katila, with the possibility of her own Impression looming.
Listening avidly to the woman's explanation, she nodded whenever Tsuen paused, her expression thoughtful. She wondered, privately, how many names had been removed from that bucket. It was probably a macabre job for the Weyrleaders, who must know at least most of the names, but had to consider the losses in terms of value. The Plague itself had had a completely different meaning for these people, she realized. It hadn't had much impact on her life. Though her father had once bought a firelizard egg, he'd been swindled into purchasing a dud, and none of the other Apprentices had had them. Dragons had been even smaller figures in her life, until recently. She hadn't even missed them when they'd stopped being an infrequent sight in the skies; she'd been too focused on her work. Now she wondered if she'd missed out on something. Perhaps it was better to be here than back up at Healer.
"Good system," she acknowledged, aware of the inherent fairness in luck of the draw. Even the system's few flaws, like assigning pregnant Tsuen to hunt, were not so serious. As she'd said, Nirinath was more than capable of picking up her slack, and she doubted anyone would be too upset if people traded chores due to physical limitations. It said something that the Weyrwoman still intended to go out in the wilderness and gather plants, though she hardly was required to. Breccan knew already she'd have a lot to think about by the time she made it back.
The sudden appearance of Nirinath, though, she was totally unprepared for. The dragon was enormous, and a butter-gold, with that particular shine she'd been told Golds and Bronzes had. She'd never had an opportunity to see it first-hand, or at least not from this close. A little belatedly, she realized Tsuen had already stepped forward to receive the riding leathers and was turning to look back at her. She smiled apologetically and stepped forward to join her, only to be surprised again at the offer. "Really?" she couldn't help but ask. They hadn't even practiced putting the straps on a living dragon yet, and here Tsuen was offering to teach her on Nirinath! "I would love to," she answered, "If Nirinath doesn't mind." She dipped her head slightly and made a small gesture towards the Gold, not wanting to leave her out of the conversation. Somehow, it seemed a little disrespectful to ask the Gold directly, but just as disrespectful to only ask Tsuen; that had been the best compromise she could come up with.
Something about the Gold was a little off-putting, and Breccan doubted it was just her size. After a moment's thought, she decided it was the dragon's presence. Even more than Grith, the only other dragon she'd come close to meeting, Nirinath was very obviously there and participating. She wasn't like an animal, like a dog or a horse, and she wasn't much like the few firelizards Breccan had ever seen, either. She was more like a person who happened to be in a very strange body. Breccan was unsettled by this impression. She'd never really had occasion to think very much about what dragons were like, not even in Katila, with the possibility of her own Impression looming.
