24.Feb.19, 12:00 PM
Vessaelia quietly sat on the blanket, glass in hand as she waited for the lecture she was bound to get. Why else would a Weyrlingmaster pull her aside? It certainly wasn’t to chat about their days and she wasn’t even sure what they might have in common; other than being greenriders. She had a feeling she was going to be told to suck it up and deal with reality, like many others had already told her. Indivara didn’t have time for whining and everyone else either told her she should be lucky to have a dragon at all—when they weren’t telling her girls shouldn’t be on green. Then again, she knew some blue- and brownriders that were happy to have some women on green for Flights. Honestly, she agreed with that sentiment. She wasn’t a fighter and had no desire to be one.
When B’jin finally spoke and showed she had been right, Vessaelia barely refrained from rolling her eyes. She hadn’t known all that about B’jin and felt a stab of pity for him, knowing how wonderful he was at being a Harper. What would his life be like now if he hadn’t Impressed? Would he be the Master Harper now? It was easy to see why he would resent Larrikith and refuse to acknowledge her for so long, but their situations weren’t that similar. “We’re fine but thank you for your concerns.” Vessaelia took a sip of her water, doing her best to convince them both that she was indeed fine. Truthfully, they were doing better than the days following the Hatching. “We talk and she’s not that horrible of a dragon. I’m even working to forgive her for not being the right colour. Since A’dis isn’t repulsed by us yet, she’s won some favour from me.” Not much, but it did keep her from flat out hating the dragon. Still, she would never be Weyrwoman to A’dis’ Weyrleader. Not that they ever discussed such ideas and he was young still, but Vessaelia knew he’d one day lead his own Weyr. His sister was Ista’s Weyrwoman and he was just as strong of a person as she was—he just had to believe it.
When B’jin finally spoke and showed she had been right, Vessaelia barely refrained from rolling her eyes. She hadn’t known all that about B’jin and felt a stab of pity for him, knowing how wonderful he was at being a Harper. What would his life be like now if he hadn’t Impressed? Would he be the Master Harper now? It was easy to see why he would resent Larrikith and refuse to acknowledge her for so long, but their situations weren’t that similar. “We’re fine but thank you for your concerns.” Vessaelia took a sip of her water, doing her best to convince them both that she was indeed fine. Truthfully, they were doing better than the days following the Hatching. “We talk and she’s not that horrible of a dragon. I’m even working to forgive her for not being the right colour. Since A’dis isn’t repulsed by us yet, she’s won some favour from me.” Not much, but it did keep her from flat out hating the dragon. Still, she would never be Weyrwoman to A’dis’ Weyrleader. Not that they ever discussed such ideas and he was young still, but Vessaelia knew he’d one day lead his own Weyr. His sister was Ista’s Weyrwoman and he was just as strong of a person as she was—he just had to believe it.