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25.Oct.12, 12:56 AM
Smiling at the rider’s confession, Jisralna tied off her string then inspected her work; the tear in the tunic was almost invisible now. Checking for any other spots in need of mending she shook out the tunic, needle between her lips as she folded it and set it aside before pulling the next garment into her lap and searching out the problem areas. When she began to stitch again, she glanced up at Seijin and then Echlerov. She really did hope that they got to meet the pale blue dragon; from what Echlerov said, he was a wonderful dragon.
Though, when the bluerider made a comment on her potential as a mother, the young woman blushed and quickly returned her gaze to her project, a bit flustered. This wasn’t exactly a topic she was used to discussing with a male. “I hope so, though things seem to be done quite differently around here.” There were times when she wondered if she’d be able to give her child over to the crèche and rather suspected that it would be one of the hardest things she would ever have to do; however there was far too much work to be done around the Weyr for her to spend a majority of her time raising a child; she understood the need for a crèche but she still had her doubts about giving up any child she might have to the care of others. At least many of them were not strangers.
When the topic thankfully moved on to the subject of occupations, Jisra smiled slightly at Echlerov’s opinions on woodcutting. She rather agreed with him; she doubted that it was at all entertaining and it seemed far too tiring for her. When Seijin began to reply, she glanced up and pricked her finger. Frowning, she set down her project and inspected her finger…no blood but it had happened just as Seijin made a remark about woodchopping being dangerous for those who did not pay attention and with a light giggle she rubbed the pad of her finger. “Any job can be dangerous if you are not paying attention it would seem.”
Eyes sparkling she left off on her mending for a moment as she focused on the conversation instead. It wasn’t that she couldn’t do both, it was simply that at the moment she felt like being social; besides, she could catch up easily enough during the lunchtime hours as she wasn’t particularly hungry that day. Naturally, like Seijin, she’d been through the classes of a Candidate but she was infinitely curious of dragons. Though at the thought of becoming a dragonrider, Jisralna was still a little baffled; she quite honestly could not see herself riding a dragon and fighting Thread. She was far too delicate and weak for something like that, even with a dragon. Then there was the matter of Flights. She’d already reconciled herself to the likelihood of having a child out of wedlock; however, the thought of her bed partners being governed by a dragon was a bit alarming. What if she didn’t even know the other rider? What if she did and she didn’t like them? Sometimes she wondered if Larrikith had been wrong to Search her. Maybe she would just be better off contributing to the Weyr in other ways for clearly she would not be one of the few women allowed to Impress to a Green—a wise choice on behalf of the Weyrleader—and Golds were far too rare to count on. Yes, for now, just being surrounded by dragons was more than enough.
Though, when the bluerider made a comment on her potential as a mother, the young woman blushed and quickly returned her gaze to her project, a bit flustered. This wasn’t exactly a topic she was used to discussing with a male. “I hope so, though things seem to be done quite differently around here.” There were times when she wondered if she’d be able to give her child over to the crèche and rather suspected that it would be one of the hardest things she would ever have to do; however there was far too much work to be done around the Weyr for her to spend a majority of her time raising a child; she understood the need for a crèche but she still had her doubts about giving up any child she might have to the care of others. At least many of them were not strangers.
When the topic thankfully moved on to the subject of occupations, Jisra smiled slightly at Echlerov’s opinions on woodcutting. She rather agreed with him; she doubted that it was at all entertaining and it seemed far too tiring for her. When Seijin began to reply, she glanced up and pricked her finger. Frowning, she set down her project and inspected her finger…no blood but it had happened just as Seijin made a remark about woodchopping being dangerous for those who did not pay attention and with a light giggle she rubbed the pad of her finger. “Any job can be dangerous if you are not paying attention it would seem.”
Eyes sparkling she left off on her mending for a moment as she focused on the conversation instead. It wasn’t that she couldn’t do both, it was simply that at the moment she felt like being social; besides, she could catch up easily enough during the lunchtime hours as she wasn’t particularly hungry that day. Naturally, like Seijin, she’d been through the classes of a Candidate but she was infinitely curious of dragons. Though at the thought of becoming a dragonrider, Jisralna was still a little baffled; she quite honestly could not see herself riding a dragon and fighting Thread. She was far too delicate and weak for something like that, even with a dragon. Then there was the matter of Flights. She’d already reconciled herself to the likelihood of having a child out of wedlock; however, the thought of her bed partners being governed by a dragon was a bit alarming. What if she didn’t even know the other rider? What if she did and she didn’t like them? Sometimes she wondered if Larrikith had been wrong to Search her. Maybe she would just be better off contributing to the Weyr in other ways for clearly she would not be one of the few women allowed to Impress to a Green—a wise choice on behalf of the Weyrleader—and Golds were far too rare to count on. Yes, for now, just being surrounded by dragons was more than enough.
