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06.Jun.18, 11:03 AM
Mylorah knew she was playing with fire with each second that passed as she stood there by the brown pair. Siroll was still his usual self, perhaps even more withdrawn than usual but that was understandable considering he had Impressed to the dragonet that everyone feared or hated. Huxlieth, though, was unpredictable and while she had grown up believing that dragons never hurt humans without a very good reason, she was starting to think this one would be the exception to the rule and would harm women for the thrill of it and to prove some silly point he had in his head. How could he be so vicious fresh from the egg? At least he wasn’t trained to be that way from Siroll and that, yet again, brought comfort to her. She also saw how he tried to keep a hand on the little brown beast as if that might calm him. She hoped it did.
Siroll earned a smile at his compliment. “Thank you,” she replied softly, utterly touched he thought so highly of her. In truth, Mylorah wasn’t sure if she would make a great goldrider or not and had decided to keep her options open by Standing at all Ista clutches in case a green or even a blue would want her. The snarling drew her attention back to the dragon and Mylorah braced for whatever insult was about to be thrown her way now and simply shrugged as she heard what a lot of the dragonriders had been saying for years.
“Yeah, well, Weyrleader M’ris is just cool like that and lets us Stand in case a dragonet finds us worthy, like three greens did today. Too bad only two survived because you killed the other one’s mate. And I hope I Impress gold so my beautiful lady and I can teach you some manners.” She glared down at the dragon, temper starting to rise. It took a lot to shake her usual cool façade but as her fear started to recede, she found she wanted to stand up to Huxlieth and teach him some respect.
“Oh, is that so?” She hadn’t had the chance to ask Siroll what his honorific was and to hear it from the dragon kind of took away the thrill but she didn’t want to ruin his moment entirely, though she still couldn’t help the snarky way she addressed it. “Well, congratulations again, My S’oll,” she tossed a smug look at Huxlieth as she called her friend by his new name, including the possessive way the brown had said it. She knew she shouldn’t argue with a hatchling, especially such a volatile one, but he had pushed her too far in emotions from being upset to fear and anger.
“Truly, I like the name, S’oll. It suits you,” Mylorah smiled again, genuine in her words as she rolled the name around in her mind a few times deciding it was a good balance to Huxlieth, especially when the dragon referred to him as ‘my S’oll’.
Siroll earned a smile at his compliment. “Thank you,” she replied softly, utterly touched he thought so highly of her. In truth, Mylorah wasn’t sure if she would make a great goldrider or not and had decided to keep her options open by Standing at all Ista clutches in case a green or even a blue would want her. The snarling drew her attention back to the dragon and Mylorah braced for whatever insult was about to be thrown her way now and simply shrugged as she heard what a lot of the dragonriders had been saying for years.
“Yeah, well, Weyrleader M’ris is just cool like that and lets us Stand in case a dragonet finds us worthy, like three greens did today. Too bad only two survived because you killed the other one’s mate. And I hope I Impress gold so my beautiful lady and I can teach you some manners.” She glared down at the dragon, temper starting to rise. It took a lot to shake her usual cool façade but as her fear started to recede, she found she wanted to stand up to Huxlieth and teach him some respect.
“Oh, is that so?” She hadn’t had the chance to ask Siroll what his honorific was and to hear it from the dragon kind of took away the thrill but she didn’t want to ruin his moment entirely, though she still couldn’t help the snarky way she addressed it. “Well, congratulations again, My S’oll,” she tossed a smug look at Huxlieth as she called her friend by his new name, including the possessive way the brown had said it. She knew she shouldn’t argue with a hatchling, especially such a volatile one, but he had pushed her too far in emotions from being upset to fear and anger.
“Truly, I like the name, S’oll. It suits you,” Mylorah smiled again, genuine in her words as she rolled the name around in her mind a few times deciding it was a good balance to Huxlieth, especially when the dragon referred to him as ‘my S’oll’.
