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20.Jun.12, 05:59 PM
He smiled, just the faintest bit and brief, and Jada smiled back, foolishly mistaking his satisfaction for a bit of kindness. He had noted her trepidation and smiled, and that had to mean that there was something a little kind in him, did it not? And the wrong had been done to B’jin, not to herself- not that it excused anything, of course, but it meant that the trust she was about to place in him had not yet been betrayed. Today would be a test for Jada in more ways than one, for today she would be alone without multiple eyes on her, possibly for the first time since she had entered the Weyr.
It was not that she and Krypth would be lacking protection, for S’kef was a seasoned rider and Tyrrisath was a dragon, after all; nor did she think that S’kef would deliberately mistreat her. Not with (and this sounded egotistical even to herself) who she was. But yes, there it was; the memory of the punishment he had doled out. The knowledge that should she be rebellious or overstep herself, she could be the one left to the whip, regardless of who she thought she was.
“She’s growing up to be a piece of work,” Jada agreed affectionately, brushing her hand over the creamy hide. “Oiling her is a full day task, I don’t know how I manage to find the time for anything else.” That was truth! At average growth of a foot a month during the course of her short life, the young queen was fond of being well oiled, or she itched. And if she itched, a bath was almost always necessary, because before the dragon would complain, she would go for a roll in the mud, in order to take care of it herself.
I am not! Krypth protested, glancing back at her Bonded accusingly. I just know that if I don’t keep you on your toes nothing will get done. I am busy all the time, S’kef, making sure that she does not get distracted from her tasks by my needs. An oil, she said, or my hide will crack, but a mud bath will do just as well and not distract her from what she needs to be doing. I will be a Queen one day, but that rule will not include the kinds of knowledge that Jada needs to have in order to perform her tasks. Do you not agree, S’kef?
“You’re not going to be queen of anything if you crack your hide. I hear it hurts terribly. Don’t you agree, Tyrrisath?” If Krypth was going to try and get S’kef to gang up on her, surely appealing to the part of him which was quite thoroughly a workaholic, then Jada would go for the help of another dragon.
Then a more severe problem than two girls having a spat came about. S’kef started to mount his beast and Jada and Krypth stared at each other for a moment. Wait, there was going to be a dragon ride? Surely Tyrrisath could not carry the golden dragon and the riders. Could they go one at a time? I was told I could come with you. Her tone was crisp, and only Jada could feel the slight undertone of petulance. She didn’t want to be separated from Jada! What if an accident happened? Only Krypth could keep her safe enough, she didn’t trust even a brown as lovely as the strong and silent Tyrrisath to keep her so.
The words 'Since Krypth can't fly yet' made them both relax, Krypth visibly so as the faint tinge of color that had started to build as physical evidence of her concern faded from her multifaceted eyes. "I'm afraid not, S'kef," Jada said at last, hand stroking over one of the golden headknobs. "I was a Harper. Unfortunately, after childhood my hobbies turned to less physical and more mental."
It was not that she and Krypth would be lacking protection, for S’kef was a seasoned rider and Tyrrisath was a dragon, after all; nor did she think that S’kef would deliberately mistreat her. Not with (and this sounded egotistical even to herself) who she was. But yes, there it was; the memory of the punishment he had doled out. The knowledge that should she be rebellious or overstep herself, she could be the one left to the whip, regardless of who she thought she was.
“She’s growing up to be a piece of work,” Jada agreed affectionately, brushing her hand over the creamy hide. “Oiling her is a full day task, I don’t know how I manage to find the time for anything else.” That was truth! At average growth of a foot a month during the course of her short life, the young queen was fond of being well oiled, or she itched. And if she itched, a bath was almost always necessary, because before the dragon would complain, she would go for a roll in the mud, in order to take care of it herself.
I am not! Krypth protested, glancing back at her Bonded accusingly. I just know that if I don’t keep you on your toes nothing will get done. I am busy all the time, S’kef, making sure that she does not get distracted from her tasks by my needs. An oil, she said, or my hide will crack, but a mud bath will do just as well and not distract her from what she needs to be doing. I will be a Queen one day, but that rule will not include the kinds of knowledge that Jada needs to have in order to perform her tasks. Do you not agree, S’kef?
“You’re not going to be queen of anything if you crack your hide. I hear it hurts terribly. Don’t you agree, Tyrrisath?” If Krypth was going to try and get S’kef to gang up on her, surely appealing to the part of him which was quite thoroughly a workaholic, then Jada would go for the help of another dragon.
Then a more severe problem than two girls having a spat came about. S’kef started to mount his beast and Jada and Krypth stared at each other for a moment. Wait, there was going to be a dragon ride? Surely Tyrrisath could not carry the golden dragon and the riders. Could they go one at a time? I was told I could come with you. Her tone was crisp, and only Jada could feel the slight undertone of petulance. She didn’t want to be separated from Jada! What if an accident happened? Only Krypth could keep her safe enough, she didn’t trust even a brown as lovely as the strong and silent Tyrrisath to keep her so.
The words 'Since Krypth can't fly yet' made them both relax, Krypth visibly so as the faint tinge of color that had started to build as physical evidence of her concern faded from her multifaceted eyes. "I'm afraid not, S'kef," Jada said at last, hand stroking over one of the golden headknobs. "I was a Harper. Unfortunately, after childhood my hobbies turned to less physical and more mental."
