08.Jul.12, 10:34 PM
"I haven't really seen him." Jada mused. "He was in the Hall for a lot longer than Indivara. One of the other weyrlings told me that they'd heard he'd almost lost his leg! Tey told me Hoth had knocked it terribly." Surely the other girl had just been trying to frighten her though... or make her grateful that she had gotten off so lucky! Jada glanced down at her scarred forearms, the angry lines still red-tinged. "They say not all of them are so bloody. I hope not. Rare as a Hatching is, if every one were a bloodbath I should say it would not have been remembered as a beautiful experience by the Harpers for so long." But ahh, beautiful it had been. She could still remember that first moment of looking into her Bonded's eyes.
"Cut it now?" Amber eyes glanced towards Lymsleia's garments, much more neatly clumped than Jada's own scattered cloth. She swallowed, eyes darting around to look at the pool of dark curls floating around her in the steaming water. When wet, they fell to a little past her hips, even the shorter parts coming to mid-back. It was simply... too much! The Harper bit her lip, considering. Now that she was faced with it... did she want to do it? Her hair was simply such a art of her, and she did so enjoy getting Valerian to help her braid it... But his generosity wouldn't last forever, and it... She nodded, shortly, eyes wide. "Maybe cut it all to mid back? Or my shoulder blades? N-Not to my shoulders, though, that might be too short?" Her words were a question, not a comment.
Thread. Thread was strangely... easier to talk about than cutting her hair. "We're a small group, you're right. Hopefully the Holds and Halls will remember the Harper's teachings, and gather themselves where they can be safe. Maybe they'll even make our jobs easier by congregating in a smaller, more defensible area? But shards, Lymsleia, if we're not revealing ourselves, they won't even know to try and make our jobs easier."
Our jobs. Hah!
Krypth would never flame. It was believed that it would make Golds infertile. She knew her dragon well enough by now to know that Krypth would not take being told she could not do something with any semblance of grace. Krypth and Nirinath would likely just remain somewhere, protected from their deadly enemy. Who knew?
"Cut it now?" Amber eyes glanced towards Lymsleia's garments, much more neatly clumped than Jada's own scattered cloth. She swallowed, eyes darting around to look at the pool of dark curls floating around her in the steaming water. When wet, they fell to a little past her hips, even the shorter parts coming to mid-back. It was simply... too much! The Harper bit her lip, considering. Now that she was faced with it... did she want to do it? Her hair was simply such a art of her, and she did so enjoy getting Valerian to help her braid it... But his generosity wouldn't last forever, and it... She nodded, shortly, eyes wide. "Maybe cut it all to mid back? Or my shoulder blades? N-Not to my shoulders, though, that might be too short?" Her words were a question, not a comment.
Thread. Thread was strangely... easier to talk about than cutting her hair. "We're a small group, you're right. Hopefully the Holds and Halls will remember the Harper's teachings, and gather themselves where they can be safe. Maybe they'll even make our jobs easier by congregating in a smaller, more defensible area? But shards, Lymsleia, if we're not revealing ourselves, they won't even know to try and make our jobs easier."
Our jobs. Hah!
Krypth would never flame. It was believed that it would make Golds infertile. She knew her dragon well enough by now to know that Krypth would not take being told she could not do something with any semblance of grace. Krypth and Nirinath would likely just remain somewhere, protected from their deadly enemy. Who knew?