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 Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 8:28 pm
There was a lot of work that went into being a guard here at the weyr, even more so when you were the partner of a young dragon. She didn't mind the work, but it did make a person appreciate the few moments of free time that they were able to steal.
Especially when the dragon was sleeping, and she didn't have to worry about him, and her little bronze. It had taken some adjustment Sparks to get used to sharing, and she liked to indulge him whenever she had a chance to. That was the whole point of this particular moment, to spend some time with her jealous little flit, and he trilled with delight as she rubbed the oil into his hide. He had been getting a little patchy, and she frowned briefly. She hadn't realized that it had gotten that bad, and she made a note to check his hide more often. Even if he was a full grown firelizard, his hide seemed to need a lot of oiling, and really, she probably should just do it the next time she oiled Zyxth.
"Oh, I am so stupid," she exclaimed, shaking her head. That would solve at least half of her firelizard, dragon problems. Why hadn't she thought of that sooner? She grinned wryly. She knew exactly why, the combination of tiredness and not being able to relax wasn't a good one, and she really needed to look into doing something about it.
In fact, maybe that was what she should do now that she had finished oiling the bronze. She was fairly certain that one of the guards had been selling teas at one point, and maybe that was exactly what she needed. If she could find him, that was. She didn't know if he was working at the moment or not, but she'd go and check the dining hall, and if he wasn't there, maybe one of the other guards would know where to find him.
She made her way there, her bronze perched on her shoulder. He was much happier with her now, and she could hear him purring contentedly in her ear. Silly creature.
The dining hall wasn't too full at the moment, with just enough of a crowd that she'd have people to talk to should she not find Rokana. Perfect. She glanced around, looking to see if she could notice him sitting at any of the tables.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 9:08 pm
Rokana gave a sigh. The day had been entirely too long, entirely too annoying, and here Oddaye was pestering him to eat greens. Three times he had gotten up to throw the waste off of his plate. Three times the little gold had thrown the image of the greens into his mind with loud, raucous feelings of displeasure, even nipped him to get her point across. The little gold was just as tired, just as grumpy, but she had something to contend with. The wound that had destroyed her right eye was still in its painful process of healing, and Rokana could feel the way it taxed her tiny body, the burn of fresh salve, the pressure of a bandage so lightly applied. She never let him catch the brunt of it unless she was caught unawares, but as she tired the sensations bled through. And so the guard sat, stuffed to the gills, picking at his least favorite of all the food groups, watching out over the dining hall. He couldn't help but wonder if he should bring her back to the healers, but just the thought was enough to send another loud image of the greens left on his plate. Apparently she wasn't feeling that bad. With all the willingness of a spoiled child, he stuffed a forkful of greens into his mouth, and gave his little flit a glare. Oddaye in turn seemed eternally pleased with herself, giving a happy trill as if he were one of her own hatchlings, rather than a flit barely out of her egg herself.
It had only been a week or so since he had found the clutch while on patrol. When the guard had tried to steal away the golden egg of the clutch, its mother had come rampaging out of the bush to defend her kin. Rokana rubbed a bandage on his own cheek as he thought, looking down at his happy little flit. How could he have known that the egg would hatch barely a fraction of a second after he had touched it? How could he have known that the little beast inside would break out of her egg and impress on him with a speed that was so blinding it had sent his head spinning? A new sort of guilt that was becoming increasingly common rose up again. How could he have known that the new baby gold he had tried to steal would tear into its own mother to protect him? Oddaye seemed to be paying no attention to him, scratching at a dry patch of hide. He reached out to rub the offending patch, and her little leg twitched as she stretched beneath his fingers. She looked up at him, her one eye swirling with contented blues and greens and gave a happy trill. She was certainly content with how things had gone, but that didn't stop her from sending another image of the greens on his plate. Stubborn little thing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 7:39 pm
Ah, there he was. It had only taken her a moment to locate him, and she moved through the room, pausing only to snag a mug of juice before going over to him.
She flopped down on the seat in front of him, her bronze moving from her shoulder to hovering above her head. He would land again once she had gotten settled, but until she was comfortable, Sparks knew better. She wiggled too much.
"Have a minute, Rokana?" she asked. It didn't look like he was busy, but you never knew. He might be waiting for someone, or something like that.
She did had to wonder just what had happened to the little gold. She couldn't be all that old, but she was clearly injured, and for that matter, so was Rokana. The wound was probably worse on her, because of her smaller size, and she wondered if it had happened at the same time. It was none of her business though, so these thoughts were strictly hers, and she wasn't going to ask.
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