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31.Oct.18, 11:28 AM
Having a dragon wasn’t nearly as fun as she thought it would be. It was a lot of work! Constant feeding and oiling and a regular bath time as well. Vessaelia barely even got to spend time with A’dis, her swirl of emotions and tears too much for Tiath to handle. That didn’t make her like the very not-gold dragonet much more. It was already a struggle to deal with the fact that she didn’t end up on gold but instead got a green, and not even in Ista where more of the population would be okay with the idea. She was doing her best to ‘get over it’ like everyone, including Indivara, kept telling her. But it was hard when the last several years had been filled with the idea that she would get gold.
Tiath wasn’t neglected though. Vessaelia tried to ignore her duties, deciding the girl could fend for herself, but that lasted about an hour before guilt hit her hard and she set about oiling the itchy spot that was being complained about. How could she let anyone, even a lifemate she didn’t want, suffer? Besides, she didn’t want everyone to think she was a bad dragonrider and couldn’t handle even a green, nor did she want to be bonded to one that was covered in scars whether from neglect or accident.
That didn’t mean they spoke to each other a lot. Tiath tried, but Vessaelia didn’t always reply or sometimes she gave short answers instead of giving a lot of details. Tiath didn’t seem to like that too much, her curiosity getting the better of her at times. Other times, the green schooled Vessaelia in the way she sat or how she presented herself to others and even how she held her fork. Tiath liked to watch how others behaved and seemed to have her own idea on how a lady should behave. Sitting on the ground with her and the other girls with greens had Tiath squawking her protests about how ladies shouldn’t sit on the ground. Once she realised she wasn’t going to win the battle, she insisted that Vessaelia at least sit properly by kneeling and keeping her legs together.
When Indivara joined them, Vessaelia didn’t really notice. She was randomly grabbing snacks from the plate between them, thoughts off in another world as Tiath seemed to be sleeping for the moment, allowing for peace and quiet. It was strange how much she both loved having her missing piece in her head but hated it as much since nothing was private anymore.
When Tala spoke, she blinked back to reality, listening to what Niath liked. It was rather cute and Vessaelia smiled at the tale. She hoped Niath got to see horses soon and had fun playing with them. She glanced at Daelyne but she didn’t seem too intent on answering their Weyrlingmaster either. Sighing, Vessaelia knew she had better say something if they wanted Indivara to go away. Too bad she didn’t know what to say since knowing what Tiath liked meant speaking her to more often. That was another bit of guilt. The green had a sweet voice and she really wasn’t horrible in personality either but Vessaelia just hadn’t come around to accepting the colour of the hide yet.
“Cats. Tiath likes how soft they are,” Vessaelia went off of Tala’s animal idea and it seemed plausible that she would like cats for that very reason. Vessaelia liked them for that reason. Their fur was so soft and warm and the purring was relaxing. A noise that seemed suspiciously like a very unladylike snort came from Tiath but she didn’t say anything as it would be rude to do so.
Tiath wasn’t neglected though. Vessaelia tried to ignore her duties, deciding the girl could fend for herself, but that lasted about an hour before guilt hit her hard and she set about oiling the itchy spot that was being complained about. How could she let anyone, even a lifemate she didn’t want, suffer? Besides, she didn’t want everyone to think she was a bad dragonrider and couldn’t handle even a green, nor did she want to be bonded to one that was covered in scars whether from neglect or accident.
That didn’t mean they spoke to each other a lot. Tiath tried, but Vessaelia didn’t always reply or sometimes she gave short answers instead of giving a lot of details. Tiath didn’t seem to like that too much, her curiosity getting the better of her at times. Other times, the green schooled Vessaelia in the way she sat or how she presented herself to others and even how she held her fork. Tiath liked to watch how others behaved and seemed to have her own idea on how a lady should behave. Sitting on the ground with her and the other girls with greens had Tiath squawking her protests about how ladies shouldn’t sit on the ground. Once she realised she wasn’t going to win the battle, she insisted that Vessaelia at least sit properly by kneeling and keeping her legs together.
When Indivara joined them, Vessaelia didn’t really notice. She was randomly grabbing snacks from the plate between them, thoughts off in another world as Tiath seemed to be sleeping for the moment, allowing for peace and quiet. It was strange how much she both loved having her missing piece in her head but hated it as much since nothing was private anymore.
When Tala spoke, she blinked back to reality, listening to what Niath liked. It was rather cute and Vessaelia smiled at the tale. She hoped Niath got to see horses soon and had fun playing with them. She glanced at Daelyne but she didn’t seem too intent on answering their Weyrlingmaster either. Sighing, Vessaelia knew she had better say something if they wanted Indivara to go away. Too bad she didn’t know what to say since knowing what Tiath liked meant speaking her to more often. That was another bit of guilt. The green had a sweet voice and she really wasn’t horrible in personality either but Vessaelia just hadn’t come around to accepting the colour of the hide yet.
“Cats. Tiath likes how soft they are,” Vessaelia went off of Tala’s animal idea and it seemed plausible that she would like cats for that very reason. Vessaelia liked them for that reason. Their fur was so soft and warm and the purring was relaxing. A noise that seemed suspiciously like a very unladylike snort came from Tiath but she didn’t say anything as it would be rude to do so.
