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 Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 12:16 pm
"They do have a lot of responsibility, but a lot of privilege too... As for wanting the best," Dith shrugged his wings, "I've not met very many so I couldn't say. Gem's alright though, if a little too proper, but that's because she acts like a... another dragon, not a Queen. Still," the brown shrugged again, "I'll get used to how things are at High Reaches I suppose, if we do go there." It would be nice to feel as if His was even taking his opinion into account. Ah well.
"Mmm..." Frowning thoughtfully, F'al looked down at his partner. "Well, he'll be big, so that'll be something. His enhanced memory will be a great asset too I imagine. Humm. Perhaps he... we, shall be in demand when we graduate." Interesting. He wasn't used to being in demand. He wasn't really used to being noticed, and he had been quite content not being noticed. Still, he couldn't deny that there was a part of him which longed acceptance, acknowledgment, praise, a part of him that wanted to be... Special. Maybe having an odd dragon would make him stand out enough for somebody high up to notice his exceptional intellect. He didn't care for leading, he knew he'd be no good at it, that if he was ever assigned such a position Dith would be dealing with people and making important split-second decisions... err... what had he been thinking? Oh, yes, being noticed, not necessarily to be given rank, just to be noticed, and acknowledged as something special.
"You are special," Dith said softly, addressing only his rider this time, and looking up at him with loving eyes. "To me you're the most special person in the world. Other people will see you're special too one day, I'll tell the whole world myself if I have to."
...It was nice to be special to somebody who was special to you too. A very slight smile tugged at F'al's lips for just a moment, and he caressed Dith's sinuous neck tenderly. "Thank you."
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:44 am
Sakneth rumbled his agreement. He had known a few queens, though not on a personal basis, and his memory of most of them was dim. He could supplement that with B'shir's memories. B'shir had known more than he had, and from the stories he knew from his father and grandfather he knew of even more queens. B'shir's memories assured Sakneth that he was correct in assuming that queens wanted what was best for their Weyrs and their people.
Too proper? Sakneth marveled. If she already knows her place and understands her responsibility, that's a good thing. Somehow, he didn't think that could possibly be the case, though, as Dith described her behavior as like another dragon, and not like a queen. Oh well. They would all get used to things at High Reaches when they returned. He hoped it would be soon.
"Most likely, you'll be put up for wingleadership. At least if you have an ounce of sense." B'shir was interested to note that Sakneth put up no complaints this time when he actually spoke the words. A wordless query sent mentally received the response that a brown may lead a wing, but he could not fly a queen, thus Sakneth would always be superior. B'shir was just pleased the bronze had found a way to reconcile things.
B'shir shrugged. "Anyway. I had better get back to the fields. I've got a shift starting soon." It would be horrible, with all those new bruises. He'd probably end up working with his tunic top on, which would make it even less pleasant, but better than trying to explain away the bruises. In all things, this had been an ill-conceived notion.
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:03 am
An ounce of... Was the boy being impertinent intentionally? He didn't want to say anything about it now that they were almost getting on, not because conflict bothered him, but because Dith seemed to be enjoying relatively friendly chatter... Leave it. Forget it. "I have several ounces of sense," F'al said eventually, "although mostly I lean towards intellect rather than instinct. Dith, however, has a great deal of sense. Between us, we could fulfill the duties of a wingleader if we were offered such a post." It still wasn't something he especially desired or planned to try to push his way into, but if he and His were deemed best for the job some day then there was no call to turn the offer down.
"Not really that sort of proper," Dith shrugged, nudging his rider affectionately and agreeing mentally that they could cope with and position they were assigned, "she kind of... Squeamish? I don't know, can't really explain it, but she's a nice girl." She'd probably be staying here though; Ghenza might not treat golds like Queens, but they were too valuable as breeders to be allowed to leave...
"We should get back to work too," Dith said as he picked up on the thread of the human conversation again. "No rest for the wicked, the family we live with get all cold and scathing if we're even a heartbeat late." When they thought both he and F'al were out of earshot, they sneered at His. They mocked his appearance, his speech patterns, his poor skills with people... Maybe it would be best to leave this place; he couldn't just keep ignoring them, but he couldn't do anything about them either.
"Yes... You're right, we should go." It bothered him that the things people said about him bothered Dith more than the things themselves bothered him. Mostly, the things said bothered him not at all. It would be nice to be accepted, but if these oafs couldn't see his worth it was no skin off his nose. He couldn't imagine being friends with such folk anyway; their minds were so small and closed in. Not worth his time, certainly not worth worrying about.
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