Amelia had wondered what it would be like to be confined not by ability (or lack thereof) but by fear.... but that was a topic for another time, perhaps.
"So it is just another job here?" The goldrider pursed her lips at that, uncertain of whether or not she approved of it. Granted, it made sense after a fashion - the dragonriders were not innately better then any of the people they protected... but at the same time, everyone expected the dragonriders to lead. And for her, at least, that mean some measure of respect and distance, and - she'd come to realize - some luxury. If they were to lead, they should be treated as such.
It was something she was learning from Sharath and those around her. The life of a dragonrider wasn't so simple and straightforward as she had first thought... Fenta's remark brought her back out of her reverie and she blinked, nodding, "I didn't think I would ever ride a dragon and here I am. Just think positive, mm? At least here you don't spend the better part of your Youth as a Candidate." She'd often wondered what that was like... to spend several years in the Weyr and then face the choice of staying or going... all without the skills you might have otherwise accumulated in a craft.
"Are they warm? I've never touched an Egg. What's it like? I've heard some people say they could sense the dragon inside." The bright curiosity fell at that though and she exchanged a glance with Sharath then, unable to keep the saddness from her gaze. "Oh... No. Most if not all of our dragons Impress. We Search for many kinds of people so the dragons have a choice... it's a terrible thing to lose a dragonet."
