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26.Jul.12, 11:10 PM
S'kef and Tyrrisath had gone, and Jada had waited until then to cry. Krypth hadn't understood the sorrow, or why her bonded was in so much pain. She could see the bruises, and knew Jada's face was suspiciously sensitive, but there was nothing physically wrong with her. But her girl's heart was heavy, and to the gold dragon, everything had been wonderful today. Her maiden flight had gone well, and she had collected a strong mate. Tyrrisath was a handsome, well-built dragon, and S'kef was handsome and thrillingly competitive. Jada had enjoyed it as much as Krypth herself, so why was she so broken up about it now?!
The gold was not privy to the fantasies that Jada had come to associate with what had happened; the Queen had been too young for those discussions until now, and right now Jada didn't want to talk about what would never be. Sweetness and candles, a love built on mutual respect and affection and desire that had culminated in something beautiful- well, it could still happen. The worst of it was over. More roughly than if Jada had listened as a Candidate and sought someone to take care of that particular problem before the Hatching.
Their room was in shambles, and Jada was in no physical condition to repair the mess. She was tired, and strained, and felt dirty. Not emotionally, even though turns of Hold breeding told her that what had happened was wrong, but physically. Sweaty and sore, she just needed to relax. Her mattress was off-kilter on the cracked bedframe, her sheets were on the floor. Their pillow was wrecked, and while Jada could ask for help in cleaning it up, that would mean admitting just what had come to pass. She wasn't ready for that, truth be told. She was physically tired and hungry, and her mind was in as much of a shamble as her bedroom. If nothing else...
The Harper left her room with Krypth hounding her heels, long body sinuous and twisting. The gold was sated, relaxed, and downright cheerful as they exited, even foregoing sneering at Sunoth as they passed the green in the hallway. Not that she greeted her, but she wasn't rude, and that was infinite relief. The last thing she could have stood right now was a catfight. Not that Krypth ever 'fought'- that was beneath her. But she could sure be snarky!
Jada made her way to the Bathing Houses first, taking the most uninhabited path she could find. She wasn't in the mood to deal with what she imagined were stares and whispers from the people who did see her. Those few who did try and talk to her she shunted off as quickly as possible with the excuse that she was out of sorts. She was in there for half a candlemark, easily, her hair knotted above her head, scrubbing her skin until every part of her, sensitive or not, almost glowed a faint pink. Her hair was scrubbed and moisturized, and then she soaked just a little longer...
Off to the kitchens next, where she snitched a few meat rolls and some fruit pies, enough for her dinner and a cold breakfast, and took a whole small carafe of some 'special' fruit juice that she was offered. Bot special enough to put Krypth out of sorts, they assured her, but enough to take the edge off. They all seemed so happy that it had happened, and Krypth was offered some choice bits of meat herself, which the dragon decided would be rude to reject. She finished her snack neatly, then tilted her head at Jada. Where to?
That was the question, wasn't it? Where to. She was tired, and wanted comfort and silence. If she were home, she could go to her mother, and Szelem would stroke her hair and tell her she was being a silly wherry. It was all part of growing up. She didn't want help cleaning her room, but she didn't want to stay in there either. She could camp in the crafthall, but somehow she thought Krypth would be noticed- especially since she could no longer fit there comfortably. If at all.
She could sit under the trees for a while, and think, but that would only depress her. She could fly out to the lake, and do what? Catch pneumonia? Fall off Krypth from sheer exhaustion? And Faranth knew that she could feel the gold's own desire for genuine rest wearing on her, now that she was... relaxed. This fruit juice really did the trick, and the bath was no small help, she was sure. The night was cold, and so Jada just walked, eating and contemplating. Krypth followed her, resting her large golden nose on Jada's shoulder.
Was Jada mad at her? The woman was closed off to her enough that she couldn't judge how she was feeling. She didn't feel hurt anymore, in some places, but she was pensive? At least that was what Krypth guessed from the array of expressions that crossed her beloved's face. She had chosen Jada because she knew that the girl would be ready, when the time came. They were both still learning. Darling? It was something that she had picked up from Veeth, a special word between the dragon and Hers, because so many others called Theirs simply 'mine'. But Jada was not just Krypth's, just as Krypth was not just Hers. They both belonged to everyone, because of who they were. Why are we sitting outside Valerian's window? It made no sense that they didn't simply go in, same as they always had!
Brazenly, Krypth reached out to the blue dragon that she was so very close to, alerting him to the fact that she and Jada were on the wrong side of the shuttered window. With pies, if Valerian were hungry.
The gold was not privy to the fantasies that Jada had come to associate with what had happened; the Queen had been too young for those discussions until now, and right now Jada didn't want to talk about what would never be. Sweetness and candles, a love built on mutual respect and affection and desire that had culminated in something beautiful- well, it could still happen. The worst of it was over. More roughly than if Jada had listened as a Candidate and sought someone to take care of that particular problem before the Hatching.
Their room was in shambles, and Jada was in no physical condition to repair the mess. She was tired, and strained, and felt dirty. Not emotionally, even though turns of Hold breeding told her that what had happened was wrong, but physically. Sweaty and sore, she just needed to relax. Her mattress was off-kilter on the cracked bedframe, her sheets were on the floor. Their pillow was wrecked, and while Jada could ask for help in cleaning it up, that would mean admitting just what had come to pass. She wasn't ready for that, truth be told. She was physically tired and hungry, and her mind was in as much of a shamble as her bedroom. If nothing else...
The Harper left her room with Krypth hounding her heels, long body sinuous and twisting. The gold was sated, relaxed, and downright cheerful as they exited, even foregoing sneering at Sunoth as they passed the green in the hallway. Not that she greeted her, but she wasn't rude, and that was infinite relief. The last thing she could have stood right now was a catfight. Not that Krypth ever 'fought'- that was beneath her. But she could sure be snarky!
Jada made her way to the Bathing Houses first, taking the most uninhabited path she could find. She wasn't in the mood to deal with what she imagined were stares and whispers from the people who did see her. Those few who did try and talk to her she shunted off as quickly as possible with the excuse that she was out of sorts. She was in there for half a candlemark, easily, her hair knotted above her head, scrubbing her skin until every part of her, sensitive or not, almost glowed a faint pink. Her hair was scrubbed and moisturized, and then she soaked just a little longer...
Off to the kitchens next, where she snitched a few meat rolls and some fruit pies, enough for her dinner and a cold breakfast, and took a whole small carafe of some 'special' fruit juice that she was offered. Bot special enough to put Krypth out of sorts, they assured her, but enough to take the edge off. They all seemed so happy that it had happened, and Krypth was offered some choice bits of meat herself, which the dragon decided would be rude to reject. She finished her snack neatly, then tilted her head at Jada. Where to?
That was the question, wasn't it? Where to. She was tired, and wanted comfort and silence. If she were home, she could go to her mother, and Szelem would stroke her hair and tell her she was being a silly wherry. It was all part of growing up. She didn't want help cleaning her room, but she didn't want to stay in there either. She could camp in the crafthall, but somehow she thought Krypth would be noticed- especially since she could no longer fit there comfortably. If at all.
She could sit under the trees for a while, and think, but that would only depress her. She could fly out to the lake, and do what? Catch pneumonia? Fall off Krypth from sheer exhaustion? And Faranth knew that she could feel the gold's own desire for genuine rest wearing on her, now that she was... relaxed. This fruit juice really did the trick, and the bath was no small help, she was sure. The night was cold, and so Jada just walked, eating and contemplating. Krypth followed her, resting her large golden nose on Jada's shoulder.
Was Jada mad at her? The woman was closed off to her enough that she couldn't judge how she was feeling. She didn't feel hurt anymore, in some places, but she was pensive? At least that was what Krypth guessed from the array of expressions that crossed her beloved's face. She had chosen Jada because she knew that the girl would be ready, when the time came. They were both still learning. Darling? It was something that she had picked up from Veeth, a special word between the dragon and Hers, because so many others called Theirs simply 'mine'. But Jada was not just Krypth's, just as Krypth was not just Hers. They both belonged to everyone, because of who they were. Why are we sitting outside Valerian's window? It made no sense that they didn't simply go in, same as they always had!
Brazenly, Krypth reached out to the blue dragon that she was so very close to, alerting him to the fact that she and Jada were on the wrong side of the shuttered window. With pies, if Valerian were hungry.
