19.Sep.22, 03:52 PM
Well used to living a life readily interrupted by the needs of others, Kaya didn't protest a bit when her breakfast with Brax was cut short. The woman simply carried off a danish in her flowing nightgown to find suitable travel clothing to wear, finishing off the pastry as she walked. For a lady of means, it would be considered quite rude, but the healer saw it only as practical. Flying was exhilarating, and not worth doing on an empty stomach. Of course, one also didn't want to be too full either and risk the same outcome.
Settled in front of Brax for the ride on dragonback, Kaya had smoothed her hand along the soft hide much as she did with her stallion back home, appreciating the warmth Tiberuth offered in the fascinating place known as Between.
The healer had shed the borrowed extra layers of clothes once they landed and happily followed the others to a sand-filled arena dotted with eggs and Candidates both. Kaya chuckled as Brax excitedly shared that Tiberuth had spoken to him. The scarred dragon was striking and beautiful despite the healed injuries, and Kaya had quite enjoyed his presence even if she wasn't nearly as chatty as Igen's Lord.
"Dragons seem to enjoy flattery as much as you," she commented with amusement.
The woman smiled and greeted the host of others politely, but found herself far more interested in the goings-on below. Of course, she snorted when Brax started going on about her taking new patients. "You do realize that while I'll treat any patient in need of care, I'm more discerning than how you're painting me, don't you?" she asked sweetly. Brax seemed to be of the mind that if she bedded him so willingly, the same would be true of her towards others.
That said, she wouldn't be wholly opposed to a romp. Brax had already indulged himself with others on their trip, and as this was meant as a vacation for her, she saw no reason not to partake in such adventures with people who were far more fascinating to her than Hold or Hallfolk.
When the hatching began, Kaya leaned forward in her seat, her hands steepled in front of her chin, fingers just barely touching her mouth. They were adorable, the way the little ones stumbled about. Not drunk to her eye, but as ungainly as newborn foals with legs too long yet to know what to do with. The healer knew little of dragon health but saw no true cause for concern with the little green Brax pointed out. "I think she's fine," she comforted.
They were all so cute, Kaya thought she may burst with love. How anyone thought to poison such wonderful creatures or their riders was beyond her. She'd seen so many injured back in Telgar that it made her practically sick with worry.
"I imagine those who don't Impress will be terribly disappointed," she murmured with sympathy. Though Kaya, herself, was too old for a hatchling to consider her, even she felt some of it. How wonderful it would be to bond with such a partner! Granted, she was also quite pleased with her life and would be remiss to leave it all to train in a Weyr away from all that she knew. Visiting suited her just fine!
Settled in front of Brax for the ride on dragonback, Kaya had smoothed her hand along the soft hide much as she did with her stallion back home, appreciating the warmth Tiberuth offered in the fascinating place known as Between.
The healer had shed the borrowed extra layers of clothes once they landed and happily followed the others to a sand-filled arena dotted with eggs and Candidates both. Kaya chuckled as Brax excitedly shared that Tiberuth had spoken to him. The scarred dragon was striking and beautiful despite the healed injuries, and Kaya had quite enjoyed his presence even if she wasn't nearly as chatty as Igen's Lord.
"Dragons seem to enjoy flattery as much as you," she commented with amusement.
The woman smiled and greeted the host of others politely, but found herself far more interested in the goings-on below. Of course, she snorted when Brax started going on about her taking new patients. "You do realize that while I'll treat any patient in need of care, I'm more discerning than how you're painting me, don't you?" she asked sweetly. Brax seemed to be of the mind that if she bedded him so willingly, the same would be true of her towards others.
That said, she wouldn't be wholly opposed to a romp. Brax had already indulged himself with others on their trip, and as this was meant as a vacation for her, she saw no reason not to partake in such adventures with people who were far more fascinating to her than Hold or Hallfolk.
When the hatching began, Kaya leaned forward in her seat, her hands steepled in front of her chin, fingers just barely touching her mouth. They were adorable, the way the little ones stumbled about. Not drunk to her eye, but as ungainly as newborn foals with legs too long yet to know what to do with. The healer knew little of dragon health but saw no true cause for concern with the little green Brax pointed out. "I think she's fine," she comforted.
They were all so cute, Kaya thought she may burst with love. How anyone thought to poison such wonderful creatures or their riders was beyond her. She'd seen so many injured back in Telgar that it made her practically sick with worry.
"I imagine those who don't Impress will be terribly disappointed," she murmured with sympathy. Though Kaya, herself, was too old for a hatchling to consider her, even she felt some of it. How wonderful it would be to bond with such a partner! Granted, she was also quite pleased with her life and would be remiss to leave it all to train in a Weyr away from all that she knew. Visiting suited her just fine!