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29.Mar.12, 12:05 AM
It had been almost two sevendays since Nirinath’s most recent clutch had hatched. A large clutch with some lovely, strong Weyrlings (including two bronzes!) and one among them had been the joy and hope that they had been waiting for. A gold dragonet, the future of the Weyr (though many fingers were crossed that there would be still more before Nirinath grew old.) The celebration had been the largest that they had seen, and the wonder still hadn’t worn off. There was only one problem that marred their happiness, but it was still so early on no one was thinking too terribly serious about it, except, perhaps, the people most affected- the Weyrleaders and the bronze riders! Within the first 14 days of her life, it had become blatantly obvious that Krypth, while adoring humans, brown dragons and blue dragons alike, despised bronzes to the very core of her small being- and greens weren’t much far behind; which, logically and accurately, did not bode well in the eyes of some. Many, in fact, but optimism was typically considered a Katilan virtue due to all that they had survived. Regardless, they needed their gold to mate with bronze dragons, not browns and most certainly not with blues!
It was late in the evening and Jada and Krypth were in the barracks. One was asleep, flopped across her bonded’s bed lazily, head on the pillow, and the other was sitting at her desk, trying to write. Two sevendays after the Hatching, Jada’s arms were still bandaged. The scratches had been deep, the healers had said on the Sands, all of them more detracted by the life-threatening wounds of Indivara and Farlint, and so Jada thought nothing of the fact that they were still healing and still so sore. Some days were worse than others, to be sure, but that was normal. She washed them with every bath, but she had so much to do- feeding Krypth was still a by-hand activity, and keeping her oiled, and listening to lessons, and finding time (not that she actually had) to try and clean up her lessons for another Harper to take over her class until she was more settled in with her dragon. The bandages were always getting messy, covered in wherry goop and various other sundry, and so she had to switch them several times a day. Numbweed kept her going, something which the Weyrlings were offered to help with the bumps and bruises. She didn’t want to be a whiner, not when they’d told her there was nothing to worry about… so she was sticking it out.
It was kind of hard to focus tonight for her, however. The distressing part was that her hand would no longer close around her pen. The muscles cramped in her arms, the fingers swelling more than they had the last few days. The bandages were tight, to try and keep the swelling from being noticeable. she didn't want to be a bother, after all; Jada was very conscious of being an annoyance to other people. She’d been feeling feverish in the evenings for the last several days, and worried that she was coming down with a cold? During the day she felt fine, basking in the warm Katilan sun. Extraordinarily tired, perhaps, but Krypth would snooze close to her side, attentive and loving, and Jada would sink into the attentive veneer she had used when bored in her Harper lessons. But today she’d felt terrible all through the morning and afternoon, and her hands had been shaky. Her pallor had been noted by the Weyrlingmaster, who hadn’t seemed alarmed since Krypth was not acting particularly unusual. A cold, she had told him, and he’d taken it at face value.
She heard Krypth toss, and turned to look at the dragonet. She was thrashing in her sleep, and Jada could almost feel her thoughts, lurking under the surface. “Shhh.” She told the gold, reaching out to lay a hand on her soft nose. “Shhh.” the room spun as she leaned, and Krypth's multifaceted eyes spun a pale yellow as she opened them, looking at her bonded. She was concerned, and Jada wanted nothing more than to reassure the growing dragonet. Unfortunately, she couldn't quite get her mind to wrap around-
Jada? The Harper could feel her bonded's concern, and she wanted to- wanted to...
Krypth shrieked, the noise ringing through the Candidate barracks, and her mind reached out for others, her normally calm mental 'voice' reaching out as far as she could broadcast. Jada! Someone! Come quickly! Her shrieks were loud, the little hatchling unsure of what to do. She pawed at Jada, pushing the girl to the floor in her alarm. Her chosen simply made a dull noise as she hit the floor, twisted at an angle that looked distinctly uncomfortable and Krypth could see her face, pale, the sheen of sweat on her forehead. That couldn't be good. Jada was never that color. Come Now!
It was late in the evening and Jada and Krypth were in the barracks. One was asleep, flopped across her bonded’s bed lazily, head on the pillow, and the other was sitting at her desk, trying to write. Two sevendays after the Hatching, Jada’s arms were still bandaged. The scratches had been deep, the healers had said on the Sands, all of them more detracted by the life-threatening wounds of Indivara and Farlint, and so Jada thought nothing of the fact that they were still healing and still so sore. Some days were worse than others, to be sure, but that was normal. She washed them with every bath, but she had so much to do- feeding Krypth was still a by-hand activity, and keeping her oiled, and listening to lessons, and finding time (not that she actually had) to try and clean up her lessons for another Harper to take over her class until she was more settled in with her dragon. The bandages were always getting messy, covered in wherry goop and various other sundry, and so she had to switch them several times a day. Numbweed kept her going, something which the Weyrlings were offered to help with the bumps and bruises. She didn’t want to be a whiner, not when they’d told her there was nothing to worry about… so she was sticking it out.
It was kind of hard to focus tonight for her, however. The distressing part was that her hand would no longer close around her pen. The muscles cramped in her arms, the fingers swelling more than they had the last few days. The bandages were tight, to try and keep the swelling from being noticeable. she didn't want to be a bother, after all; Jada was very conscious of being an annoyance to other people. She’d been feeling feverish in the evenings for the last several days, and worried that she was coming down with a cold? During the day she felt fine, basking in the warm Katilan sun. Extraordinarily tired, perhaps, but Krypth would snooze close to her side, attentive and loving, and Jada would sink into the attentive veneer she had used when bored in her Harper lessons. But today she’d felt terrible all through the morning and afternoon, and her hands had been shaky. Her pallor had been noted by the Weyrlingmaster, who hadn’t seemed alarmed since Krypth was not acting particularly unusual. A cold, she had told him, and he’d taken it at face value.
She heard Krypth toss, and turned to look at the dragonet. She was thrashing in her sleep, and Jada could almost feel her thoughts, lurking under the surface. “Shhh.” She told the gold, reaching out to lay a hand on her soft nose. “Shhh.” the room spun as she leaned, and Krypth's multifaceted eyes spun a pale yellow as she opened them, looking at her bonded. She was concerned, and Jada wanted nothing more than to reassure the growing dragonet. Unfortunately, she couldn't quite get her mind to wrap around-
Jada? The Harper could feel her bonded's concern, and she wanted to- wanted to...
Krypth shrieked, the noise ringing through the Candidate barracks, and her mind reached out for others, her normally calm mental 'voice' reaching out as far as she could broadcast. Jada! Someone! Come quickly! Her shrieks were loud, the little hatchling unsure of what to do. She pawed at Jada, pushing the girl to the floor in her alarm. Her chosen simply made a dull noise as she hit the floor, twisted at an angle that looked distinctly uncomfortable and Krypth could see her face, pale, the sheen of sweat on her forehead. That couldn't be good. Jada was never that color. Come Now!
