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 Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 6:12 pm
She still couldn't shaffing believe it. For almost 10 turns she'd been at the Weyr, doing what her family had wanted. Well, to a degree anyways. She had stood at a few Hachings, but never Impressed. Which had not made her parents proud or happy. But what had they really expected? She hadn't really been 'Searched'. Oh no, she knew the rider had been bribed. And it hadn't bothered her. It got her out of her families house. Though there was a small period of time that Shalira would, grudgingly, admit had been depressing. When she didn't Impress for a second time.
But dragons just hadn't been for me. She thought, grinning again.
Even as she swapped out some of the warm sand for slightly warmer sand in the large pot she was using to incubate her new egg, she still couldn't shake the excitement. Her hand brushed along the hard shell, feeling much more sleepy emotions. The little wherling inside was finally tired it seemed. Or was just napping. Whichever, Shalira made sure the egg was as close to the right temperature as she could manage to get it.
Nodding her head to herself, the young woman stood up, stretching and looked around her new quarters. They lacked a... personal touch but that was alright. She could fix that easily enough given some time. But her attention was only for her egg until it hatched.
Though come to think of it... maybe now would be the perfect time to work on the letter she was writing home. And oh, how that letter was going to make her parents appalled! Shalira loved it. Shaffing loved it. It was only too bad she wouldn't be there to see her father's face when he read it. She snorted softly, sitting at the edge of her bed to fish out a sheaf of parchment and stylus from her trunk. And then began the tedious process of writing her family a letter with updates on Weyr life, every so often letting her gaze flicker back to the egg beside her bed and smiling like a proud mother.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 8:12 pm
Natalya made a point to know every member of her hunt personally as well as professionally. She couldn’t encourage them to play to their strengths if she didn’t know what those strengths were, after all. And that extended to the squires.
On the other hand, she didn’t spend much time in the company of dragon Candidates. Dragonriders, yes. But unless a Candidate was squiring to Third Wing, then Natalya likely would have little interaction with them. Until they aged out, they were outside her purview, and thus of little interest to her. It was strange to think, that there were people who’d been at the Weyr their entire lives, knew its ins and outs better than she – but she was the one with Natask and a Hunt to run.
And while she trusted the judgment of all the wherhandlers in her hunt – and by extension, their ability to train squires – it never hurt to check in. Which was why she and Natask were coming by the wherling barracks in person, ensuring that everyone was settling in all right and all their eggs were incubating well.
She paused outside Shalira’s door, lifted a hand, and knocked lightly. “Shalira? It’s Natalya. Do you have a moment?” she called.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 9:41 pm
Half way through her adoring letter to home, Shalira jumped slightly when she heard the light knock on her door. Followed by the voice of the person behind the door. She hadn't been expecting anyone and was even more surprised to hear that it was Natalya. "J-Just a moment!" The blonde called, setting her writing things aside and flipping her legs over to the floor from where she'd been laying on her bed. Shalira smoothed out the few wrinkles in her shirt before moving to open the door. It all only took a minute at most.
"Miss Natalya! Please, come in." She backed away from the door, allowing for the other woman to enter. "And aye, o'course I do. I was jus' writin' the folks. Tellin'em about the hatching." If there was a slight devious hint to her eyes, she quickly hid it.
"I think I got a lil bit o'klah left, if ye'd like some." Shalira said with a smile, fetching an extra cup to place on the small work table/desk she had.
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