26.Dec.12, 03:57 PM
With the signal of hatching beginning, Jazz groaned, rolling over to eye her sleeping son before carefully scooping him up and taking him over to the waiting creche lady. If she impressed today, Jazzpur would be in for a shock. But he was getting customed to spending more time in the creche than in his mother's arms, which he had thrived for. He had grown confident and less clingy but in the end when he was upset, it was still her that he looked for.
Pulling the robe over her head, she pulled a face as the white fold hung out miles too big for her slim waist and showed signs of tightness along her post baby bust. With a soft sigh, she pulled on her favourite boots and headed out towards the sands. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she felt the burn of the sands, she looked around, having heard her name. Her eyes lit up at seeing her only friend of the weyr, waving like an over excited man. Laughing, she waved back, high and proud before joining the group. Eyes shifted along the neat line of eggs. She swore that eggs were normally scattered and not lined up. Swallowing thickly, she straightened her back, both to make herself feel more confident than the sicky nervous that was trying to take over and to steel herself against anything that would arise.
A moment of self doubt as the eggs wobbled and shook in their shells. Maybe she should wait a little longer, Jazzpur was still clingy and she wasn't dragonrider material... shards she was too headstrong and she hated being treated like outsider. She was social to a degree and being a dragonrider, wouldn't it all disappear until she was considered a true dragonrider? Oh fardles, she wasn't ready... Her eyes squeezed shut, she wasn't ready... she then opened them to see I'shan. He thought her good enough to ride a dragon. and he was a blue rider, a search rider at that. he knew best right?
Pulling the robe over her head, she pulled a face as the white fold hung out miles too big for her slim waist and showed signs of tightness along her post baby bust. With a soft sigh, she pulled on her favourite boots and headed out towards the sands. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she felt the burn of the sands, she looked around, having heard her name. Her eyes lit up at seeing her only friend of the weyr, waving like an over excited man. Laughing, she waved back, high and proud before joining the group. Eyes shifted along the neat line of eggs. She swore that eggs were normally scattered and not lined up. Swallowing thickly, she straightened her back, both to make herself feel more confident than the sicky nervous that was trying to take over and to steel herself against anything that would arise.
A moment of self doubt as the eggs wobbled and shook in their shells. Maybe she should wait a little longer, Jazzpur was still clingy and she wasn't dragonrider material... shards she was too headstrong and she hated being treated like outsider. She was social to a degree and being a dragonrider, wouldn't it all disappear until she was considered a true dragonrider? Oh fardles, she wasn't ready... Her eyes squeezed shut, she wasn't ready... she then opened them to see I'shan. He thought her good enough to ride a dragon. and he was a blue rider, a search rider at that. he knew best right?