Rainwatching [Brylorea/Phly]

[Sparrow]

The little rain showers that had been falling every once in a while lately were something Nayarath, Lilac and Soot seemed to enjoy, but Squeak didn’t like being wet one bit. Whenever it started sprinkling, wherever he was, the Kagen would duck under Kora or whatever furniture happened to be available. Meanwhile, her draconics would sblack person at the animal and go outside and play in the rain.

Well, Nayarath didn’t really play, but she enjoyed the feel of it on her back and watching Lilac and Soot. The Violet seemed to spasmodically switch between liking and disliking the young Tan, which only made observing them more interesting. Soot simply suffered through the crazy Violet’s mood swings and went on with life.

With one of those light showers going on right now, Kora had retreated to the cover of Nayarath’s weyr to take care of Squeak, who refused to come out. She didn’t know why the Gravel despised being wet so much, but he was sweet despite and it was hard to be bothered by him. With fire-lizards like Lilac and Soot, one had to develop a high tolerance rating anyways.

Nayarath sat with her golden haunches still within the weyr, and her front half outside. She swung her head around absently and gazed at her rider. I’m sure Lilac would teach the rat to enjoy water, She commented absently. Nayarath had decided she quite preferred calling Kagen rats rather than what Lilac claimed they were, and Kora had eventually given up on telling the Gold otherwise.

I’m sure Squeak wouldn’t appreciate it, Kora replied as she stroked the rabbit-ish creature that crouched in her lap. Squeak had quickly grown some in the short time since his birth, but was still plenty smaller than Soot. You’re plenty welcome to call someone else to entertain you.

Nayarath snorted. That’s not why I think the rat should come outside. Well… she just wanted to see him soaked and unhappy. But nevermind. Voluspath! I desire a visit.

[phlysolo]

OoC: Wow, I'm an uber lame loser for not posting here sooner.

IC:

The soft tsss-tss-tss-tss-tss of steady, but light rainfall on the rocky roof of her barracks room was lulling and steady enough to put anyone to sleep. Brylorea lay on her back on her bed, Pokey snuggled up in a little ball next to her head, her nose pressed into her ear. Meatroll lay curled against her side, his head resting on her stomach. The Weyrling herself was staring aimlessly at the ceiling, feeling her eyes droop a little farther closed with each passing moment as she drifted off into a nap. Her day had been monotonous; she'd fed, bathed, and oiled the ever growing Voluspath thrice and twice, respectively, retreating to her room with the final tasks completed.

The dragonet, on the other hand, did not share her bonded's sentiments about sleeping. Indeed the gold was wide awake, peering occasionally at Brylorea and wondering whether the girl was going to get up anytime soon. With a ruff, she found herself despising the rare moments when she found the Weyrling exhausted and herself awake and restless. Sure, Bry hadn't gotten a whole lot of rest lately, but still! They could still do stuff, rain or not. It didn't help that the entire lot had fallen asleep, either. Pokey, that little tiny scrap of kagen existence, was entertaining from time to time and Meatroll, though he was more annoying than anything else, could sometimes keep her occupied.

For now, at least, she was prepared to accept boredom as majestically as she could, which was to say not very well at all. She began tapping her foreclaws on the ground, then her tail, then the tips of her wing, making a tremendously horrible rhythm with them. The beats were out of time and completely random, but the gold seemed to have no problem with them for she merely wanted an opportunity to, well, do something.

She was about to put her golden head down on her forelegs and concede defeat to sleep when an authoritative and familiar voice called upon her for company. Most dragons, especially the female ones, didn't remember sentiments like family and the like after Hatching. For them, their love and trust and security went wholly to those whom they choose to Impress upon while things like 'mother' and 'father' vanished from their minds. When it came to Clutching dragons, those distinctions became even less important, as a gold would regard another gold, even her Clutchmother, as a threat and a stealer of her bronzes, even if one of those bronzes happened to be her own sire.

Uniquely, Voluspath still felt a twinge of affection for the dragon who called for her. Somewhere in her mind, she was still attached to the great gold between whose forepaws she had sat while she made her decision of whom it was she wanted. In time, of course, these rare sentiments would be replaced by cool relations, but for now, Voluspath would still call Nayarath mom.

I shall endeavor to be there promptly, Mother. She said with much more enthusiasm that she had meant to convey. For one, it meant a trip to see the dragon that Clutched her; for two it meant that she could get out of this stuffy old barracks with Brylorea. Waddling over to the sleeping Weyrling, she butted Bry on the side, instantly waking her up.

Nayarath wants to see me. You're coming too. It was not a request. It was a demand.

Feeling mildly bemused at the young gold's 'don't take no for an answer' attitude, Brylorea grinned and stood, careful not to wake her other sleeping charges. "Alright, then, Vollie, lead the way."

And with that, the two made the quick jaunt across the Weyr and up the flight of stairs to Kora's weyr. Hopefully, the Weyrwoman wouldn't mind Brylorea tagging along with her dragonet. Then again, it would be indeed be unusual if she did, for wherever Voluspath was, Bylorea went and where ever Brylorea was Voluspath was going to follow.

"Excuse me, Kora?" She asked, unsure of whether or not she should do anything special upon greeting the older woman. When nothing precisely came to mind, a grin scurried across her face. "Vollie said that Nayarath wanted company."

Nayarath! Voluspath exclaimed, practically bounding over to her Clutchmother, settling down next to her, her eyes whirling brightly with affection and delight.

[Sparrow]

Voluspath acts as though it’s troublesome to visit me, Nayarath told Kora dryly moments later. Not even another Gold had any right to even hint at a complaint when it came to doing as Nayarath asked. Endeavor was just not the right word.

It figured she would call the Gold. Kora still couldn’t tell if Nayarath liked her daughter or not; whatever she decided on now, it was sure to change when the weyrling grew up and started getting the attention of Nayarath’s Bronzes, but right now? Nayarath mostly seemed disappointed that the younger Gold didn’t look as much like her mother as the senior queen would have liked. Voluspath lacked the reddish tinges to her hide, and instead had what Nayarath often called ‘that distracting little sunburst’ on her cheek. Kora’s dragon occasionally jokingly said that it was a pity no dragon could be quite as beautiful as herself. On the offhand, Nayarath was quite happy about this.

When she mentioned on that, Kora could only exchange a very heartfelt glance with Soot, who had to endure much worse from the two queens in his family. Kora lived with them, but she could definitely get away with more, being the human. Soot was just a little Tan, and along with being the butt of all the jokes Nayarath and Lilac seemed to share, he was usually the scapegoat for everything and constantly abused by Lilac. But, he was a male who lived to earn the praise of queens, and so he went on with life. As long as they weren’t eating him or something, he was probably doing well.

Kora smiled slightly as Voluspath and Brylorea entered. Company… “Probably more for entertainment than that,” she said to Bry as Voluspath made a beeline for Nayarath, “but you never know with Golds.” Hopefully the younger of the queens hadn’t overheard; Kora knew Nayarath listened and the senior queen only found it all worthy of a laugh. This daughter of hers was a good source of entertainment.

We need to teach the humans that rats are less important than dragons, Nayarath instructed her daughter after Voluspath greeted her. Mine spends too much time petting that little creature of hers and she could be scratching me or something. Is Yours the same? She probably was, Nayarath had decided to not like Brylorea, even if her daughter had picked the girl. There were surely better girls out there, and Voluspath just hadn’t known. The Searchdragons never picked Candidates that Nayarath approved of, anyways. It was a pity queens didn’t search.

We wouldn’t have any Candidates if you searched, Kora told Nayarath. You’d say none of them were good enough for your kids. As her dragon considered that, Kora glanced at Bry again. “How’ve you been?” She couldn’t think of much else to say; the Weyrwoman hadn’t planned on having the newest Goldrider visiting.