Post by Flame on Sept 2, 2011 10:24:19 GMT -8
Lokin watched as her twins dived off the ledge down into the pen. The twin queens just dominating the pen for the moment. With a deft movement, Dianath killed two, and actually climbed her way back up the side of the pens to settle down next to her’s to eat. Lokin gave her a disgusted look, her hand moving to her belly. She was a few months away from giving birth and it was becoming evident, even through the brown tunic that she’d snatched from V’ktor that morning. She had been dragged here by the twin’s and neither had been willing to eat with out her. She knew it was because she’d been half neglecting them, but really? Did dianath HAVE to crunch her food so loud. That thought only brought mirth to the gold’s eyes and louder crunching. Sister mine, please don’t. I’d rather not have to deal with Our’s throwing up, she doesn’t enough in the mornings and evenings. Mine, didn’t X’lan say you were sapposed to be drinking water? asked the sr. queen as she flew up to her perch, and ate daintily on the other side of her’s. Lokin muttered as she managed to sit down on the ground, glaring at them both. ”And what’s it to you?” she snapped, annoyance coloring her face a bit. Her blue eyes flashed in annoyance, and anger. Dammit she could take care of herself! She truly hated being invalid, for any reason, though now she was stuck that way.
Yes. You are. And we don’t want you to get sick, or to loose that baby you care so much about… HEY! Harmony! Shut UP!!!!! I’m trying to eat here! the dragon snapped at a small bronze flit who had popped in singing right next to Dianath. Lokin smiled a bit, as she raised her arm. Her new flit landed on her arm, and crawled up to sit on her shoulder. He dug his claws into her golden hair, and twined his tail around her neck, giving her a bronze necklace. He warbled a tune, one of the many tunes you could hear at the weyr. Lokin knew she’d probably be growled at by someone for sitting on the ground, instead of a chair, but it was more comfortable on the ground. It was the beginning of the trimester (as X’lan called it) and she’d just started to get annoyed with him. Apparently she was going to be expecting a lot of discomfort and other things, nothing she really cared to think about. She had gained weight, taking X’lan’s order’s that she was eating for two and to do so. She didn’t have her water with her, but she wasn’t thirsty. AT least not right then. She muttered to herself as she dug in her bag, looking for her book. She made a happy sound when she found it, and leaning forward just a bit, she started to read. Harmony hummed softly, waiting for someone to come along. He so loved company, and he loved to steal food. He was a mischevious bronze, with a need to get into everything. He was also smart, which Lokin cherished. Z’law had handed her one of the largest eggs in Feris’s clutch, and told her that he didn’t care if she was pregnant, by the end of it she was going to be glad for the little flit. The first two weeks had been stressful for her, but now that he was about two months old he was a darling, helpful, though still young.
Lokin was wrapped up into her book and wouldn’t have noticed anyone walking up, she’d even toned out the sounds of Dianath eating (she hadn’t quieted down), and Athenath muttering to herself. It was a comfortable moment for the usually busy weyrwoman. She’d had the luck to sneak away (though she had an idea that between remi, D’rian, and Z’law had just ignored her disappearing, it wasn’t as if between Remi, and Z’law the weyr would fall apart. D’rian was proving to be an expert strategist, and had helped greatly since he’d joined at the beginning of summer. She found herself reading the same line over and over as she thought about the weyr. The new weyrlings were doing well. Including the hurt Roland. He was proving to be nothing like his father, though she’d told him about D’mar. He’d kind of stared at her as if she was insane, then shrugged, and told her that his family was the weyr, and his mom and herself were who he looked to, not D’mar. He’d added V’ktor as an afterthought, which had made her laugh. He was already supporting a scar over his eye, bisecting his eyebrow in two, and going down his cheek. The twin browns had been a bit sorry about that, and being that his bronze had caused some trouble with that to, the bronze had been careful with his. Roland hadn’t minded. With the scar, and the broken arm, and ribs he’d gotten a lot of attention from the girls. Which he’d enjoyed. Perry was ok. Z’law was working with him, carefully. After all he was the senior HAD. It was his duty to train the other’s. She knew that he was a task master, expecially when it came to the ethics of being a HAD or empathy (being that a empathy was a really week HAD, he trained those to).
She thought about Lilly, who’d been dealing with way to much lately. She hoped someone would be able to be her second soon. Someone to help her pick up the slack. Even with so few candidates , (none at the moment), she was stressed. The poor woman couldn’t truly decide between I’zon or Calian. She loved them both. Lokin’s idea was to just decide the best for Lilion. Which got a glare from Lilly, but a nod, and a sigh. It hadn’t helped. Lilion liked both Calian and I’zon. He could attach the ‘dad’ title to either. Then there was X’lan. He’d been ignoring the ladie’s of the weyr’s attempts to get his attention. He was seriously passing up way to many chances, of course she knew he just didn’t notice them. He was dedicated to caring for people. Like D’mon. That young man was a gifted healer, and X’lan was reveling in training him. He was having way to much fun with that. Then there was Tiaris, she’d kept an eye on the girl. The poor thing was unsure what to do with her life. Lokin seriously thought about asking her to be her Headwoman for now. But she wasn’t sure. It would give the yong woman something to do. She nodded, that would be a good idea. Dianath had confermed that Tiaris wasn’t destined to be a rider, but she could be other things. There were other honorable things besides being a wife. She’d have to send someone to pick the girl up.
She continued to think about everyone, her book open in her lap, one hand on her protruding belly, and her eyes stairing off across the pens, not paying attention to anything, her eyes distant. The dragons were equally as distant, just thinking to themselves. Dianath found herself thinking about With. Again. She knew that she’d done something wrong when she’d held Carenath and With from rising after her sister. Carenath never rose, except for halfhearted attempts, and With… well she didn’t know if he’d rise for anyone but her. Maybe. She wondered if she’d broken her siblings. That bothered the gold.
Athenath on the other hand was thinking about her clutch. They’d all ended up well! Only two bad eggs, and though the benden riders said it was her fault because she chose a bad mate, she ignored them. Sadrith had been perfectly cordial to her, and though Morith had been a choice, he’d lost his chance when he’d giving his attention to Sadrith. How dare he when she was rising! She was the center of attention! Not the suitors! She could tell she was trying to make herself feel better over dumping her first mate. She’d liked him, but now she… didn’t need him. She’d needed someone to coddle her, and comfort her, being that she was trying to be Sr. queen and keep her rider sane, but now she didn’t need that much help. Between her twin, Sadrith, and V’ktor her rider’ was doing fine, she was doing fine, and the weyr was fine, even if benden thought otherwise. Athenath continued to eat her one cow carefully, refusing to get to much blood on her. Her twin on the other hand ate everything, bones included, and got herself bloody up to her chest. She watched her rider, now just stareing off into the distance. Her’s had come far from the scared girl they’d chosen, but the fear was still there. Just held at bay. Athenath hoped the birth of her baby would help banish it. But she wasn’t sure it would. She kept her odd gray eyes locked on her rider, ignoring everything else as she thought about her.
STATUS # Well… Looks like I needed to do something with my muse there.
FEATURING # Lokin, Athenath, Dianath
ATTIRE # shirt, pants, boots, scarf, and belt
WORD COUNT # I’m afraid to count.
NOTES # Anyone can join, but please ASK me first.
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0