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07.Mar.21, 06:15 PM
04.12.741
Zarel certainly is a sweet thing, all big brown eyes and laughter. I can’t believe she’s nearly eleven, and will soon be able to Stand with her mother. That is, if Zahrah doesn’t Impress within the turn. I must admit, the idea of the two Impressing together is a bit of romanticized fancy…mother and daughter Impressing in the same clutch…If they Impress at all. While Zarel would make an impressive Runner should she choose that trace, I dearly hope she does Impress. She will make a fantastic dragonrider. Zahrah, though…I must admit, while I appreciate and respect her desire to Impress, and any dragon would be lucky to have her, a part of me hopes she doesn’t…I’d be happy to welcome a dragon, but a part of me wants to keep Zahrah to myself. The thought of needing to share her with a dragon, and with a Weyr, in more than a few ways…
We talked about Flights, and the need of keeping a dragon satisfied, should they be chased or give chase. As much as the thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, I know it would be a necessity should she Impress. We weren’t able to get into the specifics of things, as an announcement came that a clutch is expected on the sands at Fort, and the conversation turned to other things. Ah well. No matter. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
The little cothold is coming along nicely. I’ll expand it some, open up the space. There’s a hillside behind that can be carved into once the ground softens in the spring. It will make the perfect place to create a sunning spot for any pair of wings that may be welcomed into our lives, whether those wings be bound to Zahrah or Zarel. Or both, someday…
13.12.741
Met myself another green rider on my way south. He was an…interesting sort. Friendly. Talkative. Informative. And certainly not shy. I was able to get a bit more information on Flights, and what that means for a rider, and for others who are close to them. I’m glad that it seems to be a physical event rather than an emotional connection to the rider of the winning beast. It seems they just part ways afterwards, and call it a day. Or evening. Or…whatever. Not unlike nights I myself have participated in, in the past. A simple, mutually beneficial occurrence that means nothing more than satisfying a particular need. At least, that’s what I tell myself. On the bright side of things, it seems that I might be able to take advantage of it, myself, if Zahrah does Impress…should she attach herself to a pair of wings, the feeling of flight lust can have some…lingering effects that I might find appealing, so I suppose it isn’t all bad. Of course, I wouldn’t dream of taking advantage if she were compromised, but if the feeling lends itself, and if she’d feel up for it…should she Impress, of course.
Faranth, so much rides on that ‘if’, doesn’t it?
Regardless, though, I still do love her dearly. It will work out.
I’m continuing farther south, and am looking forward to some time on the Nerat peninsula. Venan has me researching the various managers and Masters along the way, and I am glad of it. It’s interesting to see the different styles and methods, and I have found a few tricks that I intend to use, myself, and implement as best I can at forty-two with the good Master V.
16.12.741
I sent a letter to my sister. It’s been a while, to be sure. I haven’t said anything about Zahrah, since, while I still know that I plan to build a life with her, it’s still a bit hazy until she either Impresses or ages out of being able to stand on the sands. So, for now, I’ve updated her on my mastery studies and how Venan has been using my talents. I’m looking forward to heading home in a few weeks, and am eager to try and get my little ‘trainer station’ running as smoothly as I can. It does see a few Runners back and forth from the Weyr, and if I can prove that I can run it well, Venan will allow me more duties at forty-two.
17.12.741
A beautiful blue, as deep as the sea it came from and as vibrant as the eyes of the woman it’s to be given to. It may not be much, but the tiny piece of sea glass is perfect. I’ll need to have it set in a ring, and then…to see if she’ll have me.
This is it. I’m going to ask her. I don’t know if she’ll have me, I’d like to think she will. And so far, we’ve been of like mind, especially regarding each other. But who knows, for sure. I won’t know until I ask…
22.12.741
She said yes.
I am both overjoyed and terrified. I find myself caring more and more deeply about this woman every day, and don’t want to be without her in my life. If I must share her with a dragon, so be it. It is her wish, and who am I to stifle that?
We’ve got some time to ourselves, yet…The current clutch on the sands at Fort does not have a gold, and while my sister will be able to Stand, Zahrah will not, as Fort seems to have…something…against outside women standing for their eggs unless a gold is expected. Another clutch is to be laid soon, though, and we’ll see what that brings.
Until then, I’l continue working on our home, and continue working with Venan. Timetables are his current subject of study, as he’s helping me go over how quickly word from Fort can get to Benden on foot. As I have the inside information of someone within the Weyr, it’s interesting to compare just how close the timeframes are. I’ve got some ideas on how things could be improved…
06.01.742
The second clutch at Fort is now on the sands, and among it, a gold egg. Zahrah will be attending the Hatching as a candidate, Standing for the gold egg. She’s expected to leave within the next several weeks. In the meantime, we’re going to try and make the most of our time together. We’re making plans for the ‘what if’s’, as to how things will be handled.
Should Zahrah Impress, Zarel will stay with me here in Benden until the dragon’s initial drastic growth phase is over, which according to Zahrah, is typically around the three to four month mark. Also, if she Impresses, her things will need to be moved cross-continent to the other Weyr, as she’ll be required to stay at Fort. Apparently there is some sort of deal involving the Healer Hall that requires women who Impress to stay and learn the craft, with the idea of being ‘more useful to the Weyr’ in mind. I understand the idea behind it, but must admit that I find the other part of this…agreement…to be a bit much. They’ve also required that female riders pledge to Fort. One would think, that if riders are trained in a craft, it would be a good idea to have them spread across Pern…not hoarded in one Weyr…but I’m no rider, and no Weyrleader. Nor do I pretend to be. I only hope that, should my love Impress, that I’d be able to see her back here, back home again someday.
01.02.742
It’s a bittersweet evening spent in Zahrah’s much more empty rooms here at Benden. Zarel’s curled against my side, asleep, with Handsome nestled in the crook of her arm. Zahrah has left for Fort, and it will be at least a week or more before we see her again.
I freely admit, tears fell. I’m not fond of any kind of goodbye, particularly to those I love. I guess we’ll wait, then, and see what this clutch brings. I wish it were over already. I just want her back home, though she’s only just left…
09.02.742
It’s been several days since the letter from Zahrah. There seems to be a dark cloud over this hatching already…an egg was crushed at the touching. Poor thing… I cannot help but think Ryn’s lost child…what my sister must be going through with those memories doubtlessly coming to the surface. I hope the rest of events go smoothly, and I eagerly await the message beckoning us to go to Fort.
I’ve arranged a ride with a lovely green rider who’s agreed to take us for the Hatching. She’s a friend of Zarel’s, in a way. She’s involved with the older brother of Zarel’s little friend, Taydarell. Sweet girl, she is. She’s also agreed to keep an eye on Zarel when I’m down at the station, as I can’t Run up every day, and can’t generally stay at the Weyr for more than a day at a time, though I try to stay most nights, even if it does mean more running back and forth to forty-two.
14.02.742
My fiancé and my sister are both, now, officially dragonriders, and I couldn’t be more proud. Ryn is now happily bonded to a delightful little green, Jenath…a fighter, like she’s always been.
And Zahrah…
Zahrah is now rider of Gold Sedath.
Deserving, to be sure. And well earned. The way the creature pouted on the sands, waiting to be announced, if anyone can handle that handful, it’s Zahrah.
So, she’ll be staying at Fort. For Faranth knows how long. I’ll need to make arrangements for her things to be taken to Fort, and for Zarel to come back, too, once Sedath starts to slow in her growth. I don’t know that Zahrah will ever be able to return to Benden, now, either…to her home, to our home…the little cothold may be empty for quite some time. And, realistically, a gold will never reside there. A gold is there to serve the Weyr. To produce more dragons. To guide and lead along with the bronzes. The life that we’d planned is now char in the wind, and I find myself desperately trying to catch it, watching helplessly as it slips through my fingers…do dragonriders even handfast?
I am thrilled that Zahrah has finally achieved her dream, more than she imagined, and also terrified…that what we’ve built could be over. I suppose I’ll find out at some point…
19.02.742
I am not cut out for this.
Zarel somehow managed to snag herself a bronze firelizard and, rather than being thrilled, is utterly distraught. Apparently it was intended for her little candidate friend, but he was in the privy? I love the child as my own, but I am decidedly not a father…I have no idea what to do with this…
I’ve sent a letter off to Zahrah, though Faranth knows if she’ll have time to read it…
For now, though, I suppose I’ll make sure the thing stays fed and provide oil for the creature’s hide. And try to console the poor girl. Accidents happen, and I hope her friend sees that, as an accident this no doubt was. I’ll speak to the candidate master and try to explain the situation to see what I might need to do to resolve it…
Zarel certainly is a sweet thing, all big brown eyes and laughter. I can’t believe she’s nearly eleven, and will soon be able to Stand with her mother. That is, if Zahrah doesn’t Impress within the turn. I must admit, the idea of the two Impressing together is a bit of romanticized fancy…mother and daughter Impressing in the same clutch…If they Impress at all. While Zarel would make an impressive Runner should she choose that trace, I dearly hope she does Impress. She will make a fantastic dragonrider. Zahrah, though…I must admit, while I appreciate and respect her desire to Impress, and any dragon would be lucky to have her, a part of me hopes she doesn’t…I’d be happy to welcome a dragon, but a part of me wants to keep Zahrah to myself. The thought of needing to share her with a dragon, and with a Weyr, in more than a few ways…
We talked about Flights, and the need of keeping a dragon satisfied, should they be chased or give chase. As much as the thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, I know it would be a necessity should she Impress. We weren’t able to get into the specifics of things, as an announcement came that a clutch is expected on the sands at Fort, and the conversation turned to other things. Ah well. No matter. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
The little cothold is coming along nicely. I’ll expand it some, open up the space. There’s a hillside behind that can be carved into once the ground softens in the spring. It will make the perfect place to create a sunning spot for any pair of wings that may be welcomed into our lives, whether those wings be bound to Zahrah or Zarel. Or both, someday…
13.12.741
Met myself another green rider on my way south. He was an…interesting sort. Friendly. Talkative. Informative. And certainly not shy. I was able to get a bit more information on Flights, and what that means for a rider, and for others who are close to them. I’m glad that it seems to be a physical event rather than an emotional connection to the rider of the winning beast. It seems they just part ways afterwards, and call it a day. Or evening. Or…whatever. Not unlike nights I myself have participated in, in the past. A simple, mutually beneficial occurrence that means nothing more than satisfying a particular need. At least, that’s what I tell myself. On the bright side of things, it seems that I might be able to take advantage of it, myself, if Zahrah does Impress…should she attach herself to a pair of wings, the feeling of flight lust can have some…lingering effects that I might find appealing, so I suppose it isn’t all bad. Of course, I wouldn’t dream of taking advantage if she were compromised, but if the feeling lends itself, and if she’d feel up for it…should she Impress, of course.
Faranth, so much rides on that ‘if’, doesn’t it?
Regardless, though, I still do love her dearly. It will work out.
I’m continuing farther south, and am looking forward to some time on the Nerat peninsula. Venan has me researching the various managers and Masters along the way, and I am glad of it. It’s interesting to see the different styles and methods, and I have found a few tricks that I intend to use, myself, and implement as best I can at forty-two with the good Master V.
16.12.741
I sent a letter to my sister. It’s been a while, to be sure. I haven’t said anything about Zahrah, since, while I still know that I plan to build a life with her, it’s still a bit hazy until she either Impresses or ages out of being able to stand on the sands. So, for now, I’ve updated her on my mastery studies and how Venan has been using my talents. I’m looking forward to heading home in a few weeks, and am eager to try and get my little ‘trainer station’ running as smoothly as I can. It does see a few Runners back and forth from the Weyr, and if I can prove that I can run it well, Venan will allow me more duties at forty-two.
17.12.741
A beautiful blue, as deep as the sea it came from and as vibrant as the eyes of the woman it’s to be given to. It may not be much, but the tiny piece of sea glass is perfect. I’ll need to have it set in a ring, and then…to see if she’ll have me.
This is it. I’m going to ask her. I don’t know if she’ll have me, I’d like to think she will. And so far, we’ve been of like mind, especially regarding each other. But who knows, for sure. I won’t know until I ask…
22.12.741
She said yes.
I am both overjoyed and terrified. I find myself caring more and more deeply about this woman every day, and don’t want to be without her in my life. If I must share her with a dragon, so be it. It is her wish, and who am I to stifle that?
We’ve got some time to ourselves, yet…The current clutch on the sands at Fort does not have a gold, and while my sister will be able to Stand, Zahrah will not, as Fort seems to have…something…against outside women standing for their eggs unless a gold is expected. Another clutch is to be laid soon, though, and we’ll see what that brings.
Until then, I’l continue working on our home, and continue working with Venan. Timetables are his current subject of study, as he’s helping me go over how quickly word from Fort can get to Benden on foot. As I have the inside information of someone within the Weyr, it’s interesting to compare just how close the timeframes are. I’ve got some ideas on how things could be improved…
06.01.742
The second clutch at Fort is now on the sands, and among it, a gold egg. Zahrah will be attending the Hatching as a candidate, Standing for the gold egg. She’s expected to leave within the next several weeks. In the meantime, we’re going to try and make the most of our time together. We’re making plans for the ‘what if’s’, as to how things will be handled.
Should Zahrah Impress, Zarel will stay with me here in Benden until the dragon’s initial drastic growth phase is over, which according to Zahrah, is typically around the three to four month mark. Also, if she Impresses, her things will need to be moved cross-continent to the other Weyr, as she’ll be required to stay at Fort. Apparently there is some sort of deal involving the Healer Hall that requires women who Impress to stay and learn the craft, with the idea of being ‘more useful to the Weyr’ in mind. I understand the idea behind it, but must admit that I find the other part of this…agreement…to be a bit much. They’ve also required that female riders pledge to Fort. One would think, that if riders are trained in a craft, it would be a good idea to have them spread across Pern…not hoarded in one Weyr…but I’m no rider, and no Weyrleader. Nor do I pretend to be. I only hope that, should my love Impress, that I’d be able to see her back here, back home again someday.
01.02.742
It’s a bittersweet evening spent in Zahrah’s much more empty rooms here at Benden. Zarel’s curled against my side, asleep, with Handsome nestled in the crook of her arm. Zahrah has left for Fort, and it will be at least a week or more before we see her again.
I freely admit, tears fell. I’m not fond of any kind of goodbye, particularly to those I love. I guess we’ll wait, then, and see what this clutch brings. I wish it were over already. I just want her back home, though she’s only just left…
09.02.742
It’s been several days since the letter from Zahrah. There seems to be a dark cloud over this hatching already…an egg was crushed at the touching. Poor thing… I cannot help but think Ryn’s lost child…what my sister must be going through with those memories doubtlessly coming to the surface. I hope the rest of events go smoothly, and I eagerly await the message beckoning us to go to Fort.
I’ve arranged a ride with a lovely green rider who’s agreed to take us for the Hatching. She’s a friend of Zarel’s, in a way. She’s involved with the older brother of Zarel’s little friend, Taydarell. Sweet girl, she is. She’s also agreed to keep an eye on Zarel when I’m down at the station, as I can’t Run up every day, and can’t generally stay at the Weyr for more than a day at a time, though I try to stay most nights, even if it does mean more running back and forth to forty-two.
14.02.742
My fiancé and my sister are both, now, officially dragonriders, and I couldn’t be more proud. Ryn is now happily bonded to a delightful little green, Jenath…a fighter, like she’s always been.
And Zahrah…
Zahrah is now rider of Gold Sedath.
Deserving, to be sure. And well earned. The way the creature pouted on the sands, waiting to be announced, if anyone can handle that handful, it’s Zahrah.
So, she’ll be staying at Fort. For Faranth knows how long. I’ll need to make arrangements for her things to be taken to Fort, and for Zarel to come back, too, once Sedath starts to slow in her growth. I don’t know that Zahrah will ever be able to return to Benden, now, either…to her home, to our home…the little cothold may be empty for quite some time. And, realistically, a gold will never reside there. A gold is there to serve the Weyr. To produce more dragons. To guide and lead along with the bronzes. The life that we’d planned is now char in the wind, and I find myself desperately trying to catch it, watching helplessly as it slips through my fingers…do dragonriders even handfast?
I am thrilled that Zahrah has finally achieved her dream, more than she imagined, and also terrified…that what we’ve built could be over. I suppose I’ll find out at some point…
19.02.742
I am not cut out for this.
Zarel somehow managed to snag herself a bronze firelizard and, rather than being thrilled, is utterly distraught. Apparently it was intended for her little candidate friend, but he was in the privy? I love the child as my own, but I am decidedly not a father…I have no idea what to do with this…
I’ve sent a letter off to Zahrah, though Faranth knows if she’ll have time to read it…
For now, though, I suppose I’ll make sure the thing stays fed and provide oil for the creature’s hide. And try to console the poor girl. Accidents happen, and I hope her friend sees that, as an accident this no doubt was. I’ll speak to the candidate master and try to explain the situation to see what I might need to do to resolve it…
