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14.Aug.12, 12:36 AM
Tyrrisath heard the shrieks. If he'd been at her side, he would have pretended to care.
Her cries have grown longer and more intense. Should I be worried?
She will be fine Tyrrisath assured his partner. Neither was truly worried, but both were on edge. Tyrrisath wasn't exactly uncaring, but he suspected his mate was reacting just as much from surprise and uncertainty as actual pain. Everything was scary the first time. Krypth was strong; she would be fine.
S'kef's primary concern was his own reputation. The quality of the clutch would have people talking, and good or bad, there would be some attributing it to Krypth and some attributing it to Tyrrisath. Krypth was so young and had gorged so much, S'kef hardly expected a large clutch. What of the size and health of the dragonets? What of the strength of the shells?
People were going to talk.
The brownrider stayed up, head wandering and spinning all the while. He still questioned the wisdom of brown joining gold. He hoped his dragon's ambitions - or let's be honest, his own ambitions - didn't endanger the future of the Weyr. He hoped Jada's youthful idealism didn't lead her down the wrong paths. He hoped...
Well, he hoped a lot of things, didn't he? Most of all, and most selfishly of all, he hoped this twist would lead him down his old path. He hated the uselessness and namelessness that came with his demotion. He hated their lack of respect. He hated their lack of fear. Flying an unranked gold didn't lend him power in and of itself, but it was a step. It was a step through a forbidden door, one he never would have ventured down without his dragon.
We aren't just as good as the bronzes Tyrrisath said, sounding lazy and bored in his assurance. We are something more.
At length, the dragon lifted his head. And so she called.
The brown appeared overhead, flickering from between and landing lightly on the sands. S'kef dismounted and rested his hand on the dragon's foreleg, peering ahead in the early morning light to glimpse the eggs. There were so few, and so small! He wasn't sure if he was disappointed, though he felt like he should be. He'd dared to hope for more, though he had to remind himself not to make any assumptions yet. After all, his own Tyrrisath had hatched from an exceptionally small clutch, and he was the finest brown on all of Pern. Even before the plague.
"Miss Jada," S'kef said with a nod. He didn't dare approach the eggs, but he did watch through his dragon's eyes as Tyrrisath craned his neck forward to examine them. He sniffed delicately, maintaining a respectful but curious distance. The brown looked once to his mate (who he bitterly acknowledged as his true mate for the time being; Krypth would never compare to Rilaleeyth, but the playful little green seemed to have abandoned him), and rumbled.
They are lovely the dragon said with mellow assurance to both Krypth and S'kef. There will be doubters, but they are fools.
Tyrrisath's unwavering confidence gave S'kef cause to relax. He let out the lightest relieved chuckle. "Well done, Krypth...Miss Jada.." he said, nodding to them in turn.
So this was what the Weyrleader felt like on those special days.
Her cries have grown longer and more intense. Should I be worried?
She will be fine Tyrrisath assured his partner. Neither was truly worried, but both were on edge. Tyrrisath wasn't exactly uncaring, but he suspected his mate was reacting just as much from surprise and uncertainty as actual pain. Everything was scary the first time. Krypth was strong; she would be fine.
S'kef's primary concern was his own reputation. The quality of the clutch would have people talking, and good or bad, there would be some attributing it to Krypth and some attributing it to Tyrrisath. Krypth was so young and had gorged so much, S'kef hardly expected a large clutch. What of the size and health of the dragonets? What of the strength of the shells?
People were going to talk.
The brownrider stayed up, head wandering and spinning all the while. He still questioned the wisdom of brown joining gold. He hoped his dragon's ambitions - or let's be honest, his own ambitions - didn't endanger the future of the Weyr. He hoped Jada's youthful idealism didn't lead her down the wrong paths. He hoped...
Well, he hoped a lot of things, didn't he? Most of all, and most selfishly of all, he hoped this twist would lead him down his old path. He hated the uselessness and namelessness that came with his demotion. He hated their lack of respect. He hated their lack of fear. Flying an unranked gold didn't lend him power in and of itself, but it was a step. It was a step through a forbidden door, one he never would have ventured down without his dragon.
We aren't just as good as the bronzes Tyrrisath said, sounding lazy and bored in his assurance. We are something more.
At length, the dragon lifted his head. And so she called.
The brown appeared overhead, flickering from between and landing lightly on the sands. S'kef dismounted and rested his hand on the dragon's foreleg, peering ahead in the early morning light to glimpse the eggs. There were so few, and so small! He wasn't sure if he was disappointed, though he felt like he should be. He'd dared to hope for more, though he had to remind himself not to make any assumptions yet. After all, his own Tyrrisath had hatched from an exceptionally small clutch, and he was the finest brown on all of Pern. Even before the plague.
"Miss Jada," S'kef said with a nod. He didn't dare approach the eggs, but he did watch through his dragon's eyes as Tyrrisath craned his neck forward to examine them. He sniffed delicately, maintaining a respectful but curious distance. The brown looked once to his mate (who he bitterly acknowledged as his true mate for the time being; Krypth would never compare to Rilaleeyth, but the playful little green seemed to have abandoned him), and rumbled.
They are lovely the dragon said with mellow assurance to both Krypth and S'kef. There will be doubters, but they are fools.
Tyrrisath's unwavering confidence gave S'kef cause to relax. He let out the lightest relieved chuckle. "Well done, Krypth...Miss Jada.." he said, nodding to them in turn.
So this was what the Weyrleader felt like on those special days.
