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14.Jul.13, 01:48 PM
Having the first-hatched dragon left Peorray with the advantage of having finished giving Wydrith her first meal by the time that any visitors came calling. She might have missed most of the hatching, too wrapped up in her new dragon to note much of the activity save that there were new people drifting into their vicinity, but they were both recovered enough to start taking notice of little details like just who their new fellow weyrlings were. Ameris had been a bit of a surprise, but a welcome one. At least the other weyrling was low-drama sort of person, if not a particularly well-known one.
She knew she was still beaming as she leaned forward to accept the bronzerider's friendly hug and kiss. It was a pity that M'din hadn't been able to do so, perhaps too busy with his duties as J'di's assistant, but Peorray was just as glad to see R'nya. The steady man was a perfect first meeting for her shy dragon.
The gold had settled between Peorray and the wall beside them, keeping her rider between her and whatever might come calling. The delicate dragon rested with her head on her forelegs, curled up in a pale ball with her wings folded to hide as much of her body as they could cover. Wydrith's wide eyes whirled quickly as she turned her head this way and that to keep track of any motion or sound near her as it entered her awareness, though Peorray's hand on her back kept the minute twitches of shoulder and hindquarter muscles from turning into actual movement.
"R'nya, this is Wydrith. Wydrith, this is R'nya and his Xyreith. They're good friends." Alright, so that was an overstatement in the bronze's case. Peorray had the idea that the dragon wasn't 'good friends' with anyone. But she was starting to understand those times when her mother had tossed in a little white lie to gloss over some unpleasantness for her younger siblings or shield them from something they weren't able to understand yet. Peorray felt confident the bronze would be good enough to a hatchling and the fine distinctions could come later. Not that she was any great shakes at them herself.
Wydrith picked her head up to poke through the gap between Peorray's elbow and side, leaving the woman's arm to slide into a loose loop around her shoulders.H'lo. She greeted softly, emboldened by her rider's approval of the pair. She fretted about what else to do or say, finally lapsing into the safety of silence rather than risk disaster by floundering.
There would be others to meet too, she was aware. Others who held a much higher place in her rider's heart than these two and who Peorray would need her to accept. This was a good place to start, where it wouldn't be as bad if things went wrong.
"They won't." Peorray's firm non-sequitur, directed to Wydrith, might sound odd to their audience, but she'd caught that thought and wasn't willing to let it go on to fester in the gold's mind. They could make of it what they wanted to.
She knew she was still beaming as she leaned forward to accept the bronzerider's friendly hug and kiss. It was a pity that M'din hadn't been able to do so, perhaps too busy with his duties as J'di's assistant, but Peorray was just as glad to see R'nya. The steady man was a perfect first meeting for her shy dragon.
The gold had settled between Peorray and the wall beside them, keeping her rider between her and whatever might come calling. The delicate dragon rested with her head on her forelegs, curled up in a pale ball with her wings folded to hide as much of her body as they could cover. Wydrith's wide eyes whirled quickly as she turned her head this way and that to keep track of any motion or sound near her as it entered her awareness, though Peorray's hand on her back kept the minute twitches of shoulder and hindquarter muscles from turning into actual movement.
"R'nya, this is Wydrith. Wydrith, this is R'nya and his Xyreith. They're good friends." Alright, so that was an overstatement in the bronze's case. Peorray had the idea that the dragon wasn't 'good friends' with anyone. But she was starting to understand those times when her mother had tossed in a little white lie to gloss over some unpleasantness for her younger siblings or shield them from something they weren't able to understand yet. Peorray felt confident the bronze would be good enough to a hatchling and the fine distinctions could come later. Not that she was any great shakes at them herself.
Wydrith picked her head up to poke through the gap between Peorray's elbow and side, leaving the woman's arm to slide into a loose loop around her shoulders.
There would be others to meet too, she was aware. Others who held a much higher place in her rider's heart than these two and who Peorray would need her to accept. This was a good place to start, where it wouldn't be as bad if things went wrong.
"They won't." Peorray's firm non-sequitur, directed to Wydrith, might sound odd to their audience, but she'd caught that thought and wasn't willing to let it go on to fester in the gold's mind. They could make of it what they wanted to.
