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 Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 4:05 am
For S'en and Kanath, the past sevenday or so has been particularly miserable. Though Ista's plague had almost left the young man with hope he would escape unscathed, and he fell ill later than most, all that matters is he did eventually. He and Kanath being but two among the many affected made it no less pleasant for the both of them.
The bronze is a rather large boy these days, growing into adulthood and a certain independence, but He's not so old he feels completely comfortable without His for extended periods. His lifemate's being stuck in the infirmary served mostly to make Kanath very aware how truly dependent he is on his presence. It takes quite a lot to down his rider, and even more to keep him there; knowing just how much S'en was ailing made an uncomfortable situation even worse. The typically relaxed, easygoing dragon had been feeling uneasy and restless, unable to find comfort in His, and even less able to provide it, so far as he could tell.
He's glad it's over, and he's glad to be feeling like himself again, content and at peace with the world. To make matters better yet, S'en is not only on the mend, but is done with it, and has agreed to make up for his absence by spending this brief respite on an activity of his bronze's choosing. This is something of a rarity, and Kanath knows an opportunity when he sees one. A chance to do whatever he sees fit, without objection? He'll take it, gladly!
We should visit her, the bronze starts, accompanying the rather vague use of 'her' with a more specific, and indefinitely less welcome mental image. It has been a long time.
Not so long you don't remember her, S'en replies, thinking to himself all the time in the world may not be long enough.
He's had some help remembering, but needs not tell him that. The Queen chose her, you know. Kanath's says instead, his tone insisting of course His knew. It is, after all, a rather important matter.
S'en knew; he's just trying to forget. The idea of Nandeli, a goldrider, remains an objectionable thought to his mind, and the less he has to confront it, the better. He's relatively certain if Kanath remembers her, he also has at least some inkling of his aversion to her too, but he reinforces it through their bond just in case.
It is the polite thing to do, the bronze replies, shrugging off his rider's obstinacy with practiced ease. We never even told them congratulations.
The young man knows that too. He also knows Kanath has no intention of backing down, despite the truth he could just as easily pass along the sentiments without budging a talon. He could have done so long before now; S'en wouldn't even be surprised if has independently, and either doesn't remember, or is actually stating it somehow isn't as proper as saying so in person.
Whatever the case, he knows better than to argue with his dragon over something trivial ─ and despite how much as his gut resents it, this is trivial. He sighs, a sign Kanath knows means he has won, and true to his word, moves to follow the bronze.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 8:53 pm
Despite the fact that the last trip to the beach had taken them ages to get down there and back, Reneneth seemed to haven taken a liking for the place. The water was warm and so was the sand, and she got to swim as long as she wanted to without worrying about hogging a spot in the water. Though Nandeli had told her time and time again that a queen deserved to spend as long as she wanted in the water no matter who was waiting. No dragon would ever tell a gold to get out of the water so they could bathe. That would be horribly impolite. Reneneth, however, was insistent on the fact that she should not stop other dragons from bathing, no matter what colour she was. Thus, there they were, making their way across the final stretch to the slow that lead down to the beach.
I wonder if that nice boy from last time will be there. You liked talking to him. Reneneth tipped her head as she conveyed the image of Selachii, the former apprentice Weaver they had met not too long ago. The boy had even been nice enough to help with her bath. She remembered boys like that.
"I dunno. Probably not. They don't give Candidates that much of a break. We don't even get that much of a break." She grinned down at the gold, folding her hands behind her head as they walked. "He was a nice boy though. I hope he does Impress. Would be a shame if he had to go back to weaving." Selachii hadn't seemed to like that craft much, though he wasn't too old to switch. Perhaps he would take up mining.
The gold rumbled softly. I would not mind doing small human things like weaving. It certainly produces some very pretty clothing. You do not do any weaving?
Nandeli shook her head, grinning. "Not any good weaving. You'd probably be better at it than me, if you could do it. Better eye for colours and nice patterns. We should try and teach you sometime," she teased. "But we better hurry. Sun's getting hot on my back!"
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