12.Mar.13, 07:28 PM
With a gold egg on the sands, the young women who were decided upon as ‘suitable’ to be gold candidates had been required to be at the candidate lessons along with the young men who’d be standing for the fighting dragons. Because of such, Aparicus knew the young men who stepped forward first by name, though much further interaction beyond that was always hindered by her own phobia. In fact, it was that same phobia of human touch that kept her a few steps outside of the group with carefully chosen people between her and the rest of the class as she kept her arms wrapped firmly around her midsection – all the better to keep her elbows from bumping into someone else.
Both Oahvakeen and Isscer seemed… nervous, as they approached the eggs. Aparicus watched as they each chose their first egg to touch (and maybe the only ones they’d chose to) and she couldn’t help but wonder what was going through their minds. She’d knew that they, like herself, were stolen from the North but she couldn’t help but have a sneaking suspicion that neither of them were as grateful for the sanctuary that Katila offered as she was.
But then again, Apari herself was torn. How long would Katila continue to be her sanctuary? Her safe haven? She felt Cinnamon, her bronze firelizard bump his head against her cheek in a quick and reassuring nuzzle. Despite the poisoning, there seemed to be an uneasy sense of order still being run within the Weyr as daily life continued, but the whispering and rumors that had been going around since the investigation into D’ren’s poisoning began left her on edge. Would a gold dragon protect her from those eyes and whispering lips? Lips that spread the fact that she was one of the folks in the Weyr who could actually identify the plant that had been used on D’ren – After all, she was a farmcrafter who specialized in herbs and spices.
Ah, but while a gold dragon would offer her some small amount of safety from the cruelty floating around the Weyr, it would also put her squarely in the path of Bronze and Brown riders alike. In their path and at their mercy once the golden dragon was old enough to fly. Her eyes glanced at Jada as she remembered the rumors of the gold rider’s own flights and how she’d been treated during them.
The thought was enough to make her blood run cold.
Watching as another woman stepped away from the gold egg, Apari took the chance to walk up quickly, making sure to stay out of reach of others and taking a path that was safe from any misguided ‘bumping’ until she came up to the shimmering egg. Reaching out gentle fingers that had been gnarled turns ago, she let her calloused fingers run across the smooth egg in a soft caress.
Apari loved the dragons here and she loved the Weyr itself. It was wonderful beyond her dreams despite the flights and dragon-lust. Then again, compared to the home she had come from, being left out for threadfall would have seemed a blissful escape from her past.
Both Oahvakeen and Isscer seemed… nervous, as they approached the eggs. Aparicus watched as they each chose their first egg to touch (and maybe the only ones they’d chose to) and she couldn’t help but wonder what was going through their minds. She’d knew that they, like herself, were stolen from the North but she couldn’t help but have a sneaking suspicion that neither of them were as grateful for the sanctuary that Katila offered as she was.
But then again, Apari herself was torn. How long would Katila continue to be her sanctuary? Her safe haven? She felt Cinnamon, her bronze firelizard bump his head against her cheek in a quick and reassuring nuzzle. Despite the poisoning, there seemed to be an uneasy sense of order still being run within the Weyr as daily life continued, but the whispering and rumors that had been going around since the investigation into D’ren’s poisoning began left her on edge. Would a gold dragon protect her from those eyes and whispering lips? Lips that spread the fact that she was one of the folks in the Weyr who could actually identify the plant that had been used on D’ren – After all, she was a farmcrafter who specialized in herbs and spices.
Ah, but while a gold dragon would offer her some small amount of safety from the cruelty floating around the Weyr, it would also put her squarely in the path of Bronze and Brown riders alike. In their path and at their mercy once the golden dragon was old enough to fly. Her eyes glanced at Jada as she remembered the rumors of the gold rider’s own flights and how she’d been treated during them.
The thought was enough to make her blood run cold.
Watching as another woman stepped away from the gold egg, Apari took the chance to walk up quickly, making sure to stay out of reach of others and taking a path that was safe from any misguided ‘bumping’ until she came up to the shimmering egg. Reaching out gentle fingers that had been gnarled turns ago, she let her calloused fingers run across the smooth egg in a soft caress.
Apari loved the dragons here and she loved the Weyr itself. It was wonderful beyond her dreams despite the flights and dragon-lust. Then again, compared to the home she had come from, being left out for threadfall would have seemed a blissful escape from her past.