14.Oct.17, 07:54 PM
R’nya smiled indulgently at the mention of the Weyrlings; they were a delight to have around, and with Aradissicath having Flown the month before (won, of course, by Xyreith) R’nya knew they would soon have some youngsters filling the Weyr. If Aradissicath and Xyreith lived up to their previous standards, they would have thirty or forty of the little dragons to keep them occupied. R’nya grimaced to himself; he’d have to make sure the Searchriders brought in enough candidates. With the usual thirty to forty eggs Aradissicath laid, they needed at least sixty Candidates on the Sands – better if they had about eighty. R’nya breathed out heavily through his nose and put the thought aside.
“Yes,” R’nya allowed his mind to turn towards his children. “Gets that from her birth mother, by all accounts. She was a sickly child. But Varlea is strong, and she comes through none the worse for wear most of the time. So long as she doesn’t make her sister, or Rhaedalyn ill in the process.” Or himself, he thought mildly. He’d rather no one got sick, but if anyone had to, he’d prefer it to be himself. Then he could sleep for a full day and possibly catch up on all the sleep he feels like he has been missing. Plus Rhaedalyn would make him soup and her cooking was vastly improving. Sweet woman. He smiled softly to himself.
“Understandable,” R’nya allowed; he’d prefer the girl be comfortable with the Weyr and her place in it before something so exciting as a Flight happen. “You should get to know some of the bronzeriders,” R’nya suggested gently, “it will make the ordeal less frightening if you have a handle on who is likely to chase miss Verchaylth.” It wouldn’t ease all her fears, of course, but it would help and she could request he restrict those that she finds repulsive from giving chase, too. He didn’t come out and say that, but the direct look he gave her spoke as much.
“Proddy dragons tend to present differently,” he said, thinking of his own experiences with proddy gold dragons. “She might get darker, or lighter. She will probably get more emotional and unreasonable or she might get more reasonable.” He shrugged, sure he was not telling the young woman anything the ex-goldrider mentor that was instructing the women, or her Weyrlingmaster, hadn’t told her during her training.
“Yes,” R’nya allowed his mind to turn towards his children. “Gets that from her birth mother, by all accounts. She was a sickly child. But Varlea is strong, and she comes through none the worse for wear most of the time. So long as she doesn’t make her sister, or Rhaedalyn ill in the process.” Or himself, he thought mildly. He’d rather no one got sick, but if anyone had to, he’d prefer it to be himself. Then he could sleep for a full day and possibly catch up on all the sleep he feels like he has been missing. Plus Rhaedalyn would make him soup and her cooking was vastly improving. Sweet woman. He smiled softly to himself.
“Understandable,” R’nya allowed; he’d prefer the girl be comfortable with the Weyr and her place in it before something so exciting as a Flight happen. “You should get to know some of the bronzeriders,” R’nya suggested gently, “it will make the ordeal less frightening if you have a handle on who is likely to chase miss Verchaylth.” It wouldn’t ease all her fears, of course, but it would help and she could request he restrict those that she finds repulsive from giving chase, too. He didn’t come out and say that, but the direct look he gave her spoke as much.
“Proddy dragons tend to present differently,” he said, thinking of his own experiences with proddy gold dragons. “She might get darker, or lighter. She will probably get more emotional and unreasonable or she might get more reasonable.” He shrugged, sure he was not telling the young woman anything the ex-goldrider mentor that was instructing the women, or her Weyrlingmaster, hadn’t told her during her training.