28.Jul.19, 09:00 PM
740.12.31
Fort Hold
Handfasting
It might be a silly tradition all things considered but L'gan and I got handfasted. It's an old tradition but one that says we're committed to each other no matter what comes out way. While Sariel and Sarion are being raised by Fort Weyr's creche, the resident Harper and anyone else keeping an eye on them, I think it's important that they know we're together and that we always will be.
Semath, as ever, is a joy. Being a green, she'll Fly frequently but it isn't something I've ever worried after. It's a Weyr and I've never been overly possessive of the man. Dragon Rise, dragons chase. Someone mentioned that at the party, a casual comment, but I had to laugh. Being in a relationship the way L'gan and I are isn't about possession at all but the commitment to see each other through whatever trying times we have ahead of us, not about exclusivity in the bedroom.
Holders can be strange folk.
740.07.25
Ista Weyr
8pm
Here I am, again, on the Sands for any viable clutch, though this one defies the usual concept of eager little minds brushing up against potential candidates. I've never seen so many people abandon a Touching in my life. I suppose I can't blame them, though.
It's left me exhausted and worn.
I have so many questions when it comes to Thallyath's clutch. How on Pern had she gotten the idea that being caught by a blue was somehow so mortifying it had affected those six eggs that badly? I'm honestly going to have nightmares but for some of the rest of this Candidate class, well. Cyntia, the girl in the bunk across from me is gone without a trace to remember her by. Lorin, above me, is talking of leaving and going back to her family's hold. There's a solid, pervasive wash of fear and dread for those of us who are staying. But I am, staying, that is. Why? Because the eggs will turn into betweened dragons if I don't.
It's not their fault. They're just now gaining consciousness, flickering into a solid foundation of what and who they will become. How maddening to greet the world outside their shells with such a cacophony of fear, hate, and uncertainty. I can't help but fret and I don't really want to leave, despite the horror of that Touching. Some of the girls are still nursing nausea. Maifery, a Lord Holder's youngest daughter, has been crying since she came back and seems convinced the dragonets will eat her when they hatch. She has to stay, per some agreement with her father and she's so terrified I'm not sure she'll make it to the Sands without losing her lunch or worse. I've encouraged those who can write to make an account of this in their journals and gave two of my own books away. My hope was to give them an outlet to put this incident out of their minds and onto paper.
For some it worked wonders, others not so much. At least three girls got themselves absolutely silly with drink and there's a hideously unladylike bleching contest going on.
There is a younger girl curled up with me, Ayessa, and I've only just eased her shaking. I've let others know my bunk is basically a comfort...fort. With Ayessa, poor love,I had to give her one of my herbal blends to get her to sleep. I don't mind the company in my bed. Especially since she was so frightened. Ah, but me, I'd have the whole of the barracks half in my bed if they'd wanted.
Oh, yes.
I have such scandalous thoughts! Holders amuse me to no end. Getting called a hussy for offering up well-needed comfort made me laugh so much. I can't remember the girl's name now. I suppose I could draw her. Short but taller than I am, stocky with broad shoulders, and hands that look suited to the anvil rather than a dragon. Millarra? Not really any worry.
How odd to be very much the mother of the Barracks.
Fort Hold
Handfasting
It might be a silly tradition all things considered but L'gan and I got handfasted. It's an old tradition but one that says we're committed to each other no matter what comes out way. While Sariel and Sarion are being raised by Fort Weyr's creche, the resident Harper and anyone else keeping an eye on them, I think it's important that they know we're together and that we always will be.
Semath, as ever, is a joy. Being a green, she'll Fly frequently but it isn't something I've ever worried after. It's a Weyr and I've never been overly possessive of the man. Dragon Rise, dragons chase. Someone mentioned that at the party, a casual comment, but I had to laugh. Being in a relationship the way L'gan and I are isn't about possession at all but the commitment to see each other through whatever trying times we have ahead of us, not about exclusivity in the bedroom.
Holders can be strange folk.
740.07.25
Ista Weyr
8pm
Here I am, again, on the Sands for any viable clutch, though this one defies the usual concept of eager little minds brushing up against potential candidates. I've never seen so many people abandon a Touching in my life. I suppose I can't blame them, though.
It's left me exhausted and worn.
I have so many questions when it comes to Thallyath's clutch. How on Pern had she gotten the idea that being caught by a blue was somehow so mortifying it had affected those six eggs that badly? I'm honestly going to have nightmares but for some of the rest of this Candidate class, well. Cyntia, the girl in the bunk across from me is gone without a trace to remember her by. Lorin, above me, is talking of leaving and going back to her family's hold. There's a solid, pervasive wash of fear and dread for those of us who are staying. But I am, staying, that is. Why? Because the eggs will turn into betweened dragons if I don't.
It's not their fault. They're just now gaining consciousness, flickering into a solid foundation of what and who they will become. How maddening to greet the world outside their shells with such a cacophony of fear, hate, and uncertainty. I can't help but fret and I don't really want to leave, despite the horror of that Touching. Some of the girls are still nursing nausea. Maifery, a Lord Holder's youngest daughter, has been crying since she came back and seems convinced the dragonets will eat her when they hatch. She has to stay, per some agreement with her father and she's so terrified I'm not sure she'll make it to the Sands without losing her lunch or worse. I've encouraged those who can write to make an account of this in their journals and gave two of my own books away. My hope was to give them an outlet to put this incident out of their minds and onto paper.
For some it worked wonders, others not so much. At least three girls got themselves absolutely silly with drink and there's a hideously unladylike bleching contest going on.
There is a younger girl curled up with me, Ayessa, and I've only just eased her shaking. I've let others know my bunk is basically a comfort...fort. With Ayessa, poor love,I had to give her one of my herbal blends to get her to sleep. I don't mind the company in my bed. Especially since she was so frightened. Ah, but me, I'd have the whole of the barracks half in my bed if they'd wanted.
Oh, yes.
I have such scandalous thoughts! Holders amuse me to no end. Getting called a hussy for offering up well-needed comfort made me laugh so much. I can't remember the girl's name now. I suppose I could draw her. Short but taller than I am, stocky with broad shoulders, and hands that look suited to the anvil rather than a dragon. Millarra? Not really any worry.
How odd to be very much the mother of the Barracks.