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01.Oct.18, 10:00 PM
Bedith eyed the Candidates filing onto her Sands suspiciously from where she lay alongside her Clutch, scrutinizing each one, looking for signs of someone planning mischief to her Clutch or looked like they were too incompetent to safely go near her eggs. So far, she hadn’t identified anyone who needed to leave immediately, but the gold remained on high alert for indications of threats to her Clutch.
There was some consolation, at least. Her rider was, of course, present, and Bedith trusted Mulrissa to respond appropriately if need be. The other human Bedith somewhat trusted to help ensure the safety of her Clutch was, surprisingly, Indivara. Bedith wasn’t convinced she liked Indivara, but she knew the bluerider took vicious pleasure in terrorizing the Candidates — Bedith could appreciate that, and knew that any infraction or threat to the eggs would be dealt with severely. Perhaps not because the bluerider cared overly much, but because it gave her an excuse to exercise authority and put someone in their place. Again, Bedith could relate. So Indivara was tolerated. Her silly blue dragon, not so much. Venseth was almost as bad as a firelizard and whenever Bedith could get away with barring him from the Sands, she did.
And of course, Syredryth was there. Bedith glanced over to where he sat, a few lengths from her, the gold egg between them. He had proved himself an excellent bronze over the past few weeks (not that she had ever doubted her choice before then), but his calm presence was appreciated, as was the food he brought her, and he was the one Bedith minded being on the Sands least, after Mulrissa. Not that Syrendryth could be fully trusted around the Clutch either — he was still a male dragon, after all — but he had more sense than most and Bedith could let her guard down a bit around him. He could help protect them, anyway. When there were hordes of hopefuls swarming over the Sands, wanting to endear themselves to her children, having a good bronze around was nice. She’d even been able to relax a bit from her contestant vigil over her eggs when he was around to keep watch with her. But not that day; there was no chance of Bedith resting while there were so many people around her Clutch.
Mulrissa, for her part, was trying her best to stay as calm as possible and project the calm to Bedith. She wasn’t sure it was working, but Bedith hadn’t done more than vaguely snap at Candidates who got too close to her, with one particularly impressive growl to show off as they entered the Sands, so it couldn’t have been making anything worse. Overall, the Touching hadn’t started off too poorly, but it was still early and they’d be doing this all day.
“If you’d laid fewer eggs there wouldn’t be as many Candidates, you know,” Rissa told her dragon, voice tinged with amusement. Bedith snorted dismissively and received a pat on her leg in return. “I know, you’re too good for a small Clutch, I’m just telling you, fewer eggs means fewer Candidates Touching them.” Laughing at Bedith’s noise of disgust, Mulrissa looked over to T’ryn, who was hovering nearby, and quirked her lips in a grin, trying to keep the mood light — they would be here for over ten hours, after all, though she’d made clear to T’ryn he was welcome to leave or take a break at any time. T’ryn always looked so stressed, and Rissa thought she might keep an eye on him, though she was hoping a Touching was exciting enough on its own. She would be watching Indivara as well, because while the woman was in wonderful spirits, bossing everyone around, she was still seven months pregnant and was planning on running the Touching on the hot Sands all day. While she hoped Indivara would be fine, Mulrissa felt better with the internal promise to pay attention to her wellbeing.
Stop worrying about other people’s wellbeing, we’re not here for them. Bedith grumbled at her, wedge shaped head sweeping over her Clutch for what seemed like the millionth time that morning already. Rissa gave her another pat on the leg. ’Don’t worry, dearheart, I’m here for you, today and always.’ With a pleased huff, Bedith shifted a bit to a more comfortable position, eyed never leaving her eggs, and Mulrissa settled in beside her for the long day ahead of them.
There was some consolation, at least. Her rider was, of course, present, and Bedith trusted Mulrissa to respond appropriately if need be. The other human Bedith somewhat trusted to help ensure the safety of her Clutch was, surprisingly, Indivara. Bedith wasn’t convinced she liked Indivara, but she knew the bluerider took vicious pleasure in terrorizing the Candidates — Bedith could appreciate that, and knew that any infraction or threat to the eggs would be dealt with severely. Perhaps not because the bluerider cared overly much, but because it gave her an excuse to exercise authority and put someone in their place. Again, Bedith could relate. So Indivara was tolerated. Her silly blue dragon, not so much. Venseth was almost as bad as a firelizard and whenever Bedith could get away with barring him from the Sands, she did.
And of course, Syredryth was there. Bedith glanced over to where he sat, a few lengths from her, the gold egg between them. He had proved himself an excellent bronze over the past few weeks (not that she had ever doubted her choice before then), but his calm presence was appreciated, as was the food he brought her, and he was the one Bedith minded being on the Sands least, after Mulrissa. Not that Syrendryth could be fully trusted around the Clutch either — he was still a male dragon, after all — but he had more sense than most and Bedith could let her guard down a bit around him. He could help protect them, anyway. When there were hordes of hopefuls swarming over the Sands, wanting to endear themselves to her children, having a good bronze around was nice. She’d even been able to relax a bit from her contestant vigil over her eggs when he was around to keep watch with her. But not that day; there was no chance of Bedith resting while there were so many people around her Clutch.
Mulrissa, for her part, was trying her best to stay as calm as possible and project the calm to Bedith. She wasn’t sure it was working, but Bedith hadn’t done more than vaguely snap at Candidates who got too close to her, with one particularly impressive growl to show off as they entered the Sands, so it couldn’t have been making anything worse. Overall, the Touching hadn’t started off too poorly, but it was still early and they’d be doing this all day.
“If you’d laid fewer eggs there wouldn’t be as many Candidates, you know,” Rissa told her dragon, voice tinged with amusement. Bedith snorted dismissively and received a pat on her leg in return. “I know, you’re too good for a small Clutch, I’m just telling you, fewer eggs means fewer Candidates Touching them.” Laughing at Bedith’s noise of disgust, Mulrissa looked over to T’ryn, who was hovering nearby, and quirked her lips in a grin, trying to keep the mood light — they would be here for over ten hours, after all, though she’d made clear to T’ryn he was welcome to leave or take a break at any time. T’ryn always looked so stressed, and Rissa thought she might keep an eye on him, though she was hoping a Touching was exciting enough on its own. She would be watching Indivara as well, because while the woman was in wonderful spirits, bossing everyone around, she was still seven months pregnant and was planning on running the Touching on the hot Sands all day. While she hoped Indivara would be fine, Mulrissa felt better with the internal promise to pay attention to her wellbeing.
Stop worrying about other people’s wellbeing, we’re not here for them. Bedith grumbled at her, wedge shaped head sweeping over her Clutch for what seemed like the millionth time that morning already. Rissa gave her another pat on the leg. ’Don’t worry, dearheart, I’m here for you, today and always.’ With a pleased huff, Bedith shifted a bit to a more comfortable position, eyed never leaving her eggs, and Mulrissa settled in beside her for the long day ahead of them.
