30.Oct.18, 01:02 AM
The past two weeks had been unworldly for Tala. She had a dragon, something she’d been waiting for all her life. Obviously, she would think her dragon was perfect no matter what, but Niath really was perfect. An absolute darling of a dragonet, Tala couldn’t help but love her. Tala really appreciated that all she had to do this early in Weyrlinghood was care for her dragon, because she was positive she would have a hard time pulling herself away from Niath to do anything else.
She did take a moment to make sure one of her friends in Ista was making sure Ryvala was properly cared for — not that Tala didn’t trust the creche, but, well, all children should have at least one person looking out for them special. While Tala was sure Niath would adore Ryvala, it was still considered a bad idea to introduce such a young dragonet to their bonded’s baby. Conflicting hierarchy of priorities that might upset the dragon, from what Tala understood. She didn’t think Niath would be like that, but she didn’t want to risk it either. Better to wait and be sure, even if it meant Ryvala had to stay in Ista for a bit longer.
For now, she just had to spend time with Niath and the other Weyrlings. Dragonets had boundless energy, and Tala was really grateful they could play with each other and tire themselves out instead of constantly wearing out their human lifemates. At least they could talk, that was a step up from human babies.
Another thing she was grateful for was the other Weyrling girls, Tala thought as she gently scratched a lightly napping Niath as she chatted with them. Not that she couldn’t have handled being the only girl on a fighting dragon of her class, but it was nice to have some others with her. Especially Daelyne, since she took no bullshit from anyone else, and defending herself often included defending Tala (and Vessaelia, sometimes) as well. She also got to spend more time with Daelyne and Vessaelia, which was great, since Tala liked them both. Even if Vess had been rather pouty about Impressing green instead of gold. Tala didn’t understand fixating so much on how things could have gone — that wasn’t how the world was, so why try to live there instead of here? Especially when you had a darling baby dragon who was your other half.
“Hello, Indivara,” Tala greeted their Weyrlingmaster as the woman sat down with them and stole some of the food they’d brought, “Niath apparently wants to meet a horse. I have no idea where she heard about horses, but she’s rather insistent on the matter.” The little green in question purred sleepily in agreement, then stretched her legs out in front of her and rolled onto her side with a content sigh. Tala smiled at her.
She did take a moment to make sure one of her friends in Ista was making sure Ryvala was properly cared for — not that Tala didn’t trust the creche, but, well, all children should have at least one person looking out for them special. While Tala was sure Niath would adore Ryvala, it was still considered a bad idea to introduce such a young dragonet to their bonded’s baby. Conflicting hierarchy of priorities that might upset the dragon, from what Tala understood. She didn’t think Niath would be like that, but she didn’t want to risk it either. Better to wait and be sure, even if it meant Ryvala had to stay in Ista for a bit longer.
For now, she just had to spend time with Niath and the other Weyrlings. Dragonets had boundless energy, and Tala was really grateful they could play with each other and tire themselves out instead of constantly wearing out their human lifemates. At least they could talk, that was a step up from human babies.
Another thing she was grateful for was the other Weyrling girls, Tala thought as she gently scratched a lightly napping Niath as she chatted with them. Not that she couldn’t have handled being the only girl on a fighting dragon of her class, but it was nice to have some others with her. Especially Daelyne, since she took no bullshit from anyone else, and defending herself often included defending Tala (and Vessaelia, sometimes) as well. She also got to spend more time with Daelyne and Vessaelia, which was great, since Tala liked them both. Even if Vess had been rather pouty about Impressing green instead of gold. Tala didn’t understand fixating so much on how things could have gone — that wasn’t how the world was, so why try to live there instead of here? Especially when you had a darling baby dragon who was your other half.
“Hello, Indivara,” Tala greeted their Weyrlingmaster as the woman sat down with them and stole some of the food they’d brought, “Niath apparently wants to meet a horse. I have no idea where she heard about horses, but she’s rather insistent on the matter.” The little green in question purred sleepily in agreement, then stretched her legs out in front of her and rolled onto her side with a content sigh. Tala smiled at her.