Amelia blinked at that, not expecting such a thing but nodded and smiled, "I have no intention of staying... and I believe the Ghenzans would cringe if we were to choose to stay. There's been enough. But I digress. Of course I'll deliver messages for you - just write the names of the recipients on the envelopes." The goldrider met Jada's gaze evenly but not unkindly, "It's a shame flits aren't allowed here, they'd make that so much easier." She chuckled, shrugging in an 'what can you do?' manner.
Sharath arched her neck proudly, looking for all the world like the most proud, smug and confident creature to grace its lands as she answered, the love and loyalty in her voice utterly unmistakeable, Amelia was born and raised in the Weyr. However, she is much more then a Weyr person. She is Mine and she is the best - regardless of where she came from. I don't care if anyone approves of us, I have Mine and Mine has me - that is far more important.
Amelia's expression had softened and pride and love echoed in her own eyes, knowing Sharath had broadcasted the sentiment to anyone in the vicinity who cared to listen rather then keep it private. A soft sigh escaped the goldrider then and she tilted her head, "I love you, Sharath. You're the best thing to happen to me, regardless of what others might say." Fondly embracing the gold's leg, she turned back to Jada after a moment, "Ah, I suppose. Sharath needs a good oiling. I wish you luck, Jada. Just give me those letter when you've got them written - we're easy enough to find."
I don't need to be oiled... Sharath spoke privately, dubious.
No, but I want to spoil you. C'mon. Amelia returned with a laugh and began to make her retreat after waving, "It was good to meet you Jada, Geminith."
