Uta
Nyara yawned as she stretched, the sun barely peeking through the curtains of her weyr. Darling hearts? She reached out to her dragon, rousing her from her semi-slumber. Mictecath was extremely content cuddling whomever graced her ledge that morning, and the young lady knew her attention was at least always half on the sands now. The flight had done her dragon good, and the upcoming clutch… well, to say the gold was excited was an understatement. She had insisted on cuddling with all of her favourite dragons, and Nya was sure she was promising time to all of the future aunties and uncles. Happiness didn’t even begin to capture Mic’s euphoria. We’re going to meet a friend at the lake. Shall I ride on your back?
You may. She acquiesced, and the young woman slipped into shorts and shirt. It was getting warm already, and she was excited they were going to cool down. She grabbed a pot and scrubbing brush and vaulted onto her dragon, greeting her companion with a hearty hello. Mictecath swept from the ledge in a beat of wings, and drifted lazily down through the bowl towards the lakefront. Who are we meeting?
I asked the Candidatemaster if I could work with Melka today. Nyara slid down, bucket and brush in hand. She grinned, patting Mictecath’s forearm with love.
Ah, I’m so glad to hear that! She peered around the lake as if expecting to see the former courtesan shimmy into sight. Her eyes whirled a contented blue-green. Do you think she’s as excited as we are? Nyara grinned at the question, knowing full-well she wasn’t referring to the workday ahead; Nya had her suspicions that her dragon wished for Melka to become very familiar with her children.
You haven’t even clutched yet. She teased, slapping Mic’s leg as she set down the bucket. Patience, you golden mountain. Mictecath wiggled a little, plodding out into the shallows in anticipation of the bath to come.
