Post by Hiko on Jun 28, 2012 12:25:18 GMT -5
I hate fish.
You'll need to learn to enjoy it, if we're to stay here.
But I hate it.
Are you hungry?
Yes.
Then what does it matter what fills that gut of yours, hmm?
But it's too salty!
Eat or starve, your choice.
With a petulant warble, the queen took up one of the smaller catches and gagged it down. There was a moment of quiet before Talera watched as her dragon then decided to devour the rest of the catch. Grinning, she hooked another scrap of bait and cast her line out once again.
Fishing hadn't come naturally to the Weyrborn woman, but when a dragon's stomach growls, there's not much one wouldn't do to quell it. She'd nicked her fingerstips on the point of the hook multiple times in learning, and had eventually begun the habit of bringing salve along for these quiet trips.
Without the bluster of ongoing workers, the northern shore was quite attractive; Talera could see why the island had been picked for a new home, and while she didn't completely agree with the necessity of risking so many with the change of locale, it hadn't been all for naught.
Your thoughts are rambling. You're nervous.
The abrupt collision with Aerroth's own mind broke Talera from her reverie. She patted at the gold's soft hide, the dragon lounging both behind and beside her. “It's nothing, really,” she said aloud, “I suppose I just haven't felt at ease since the transfer. It's still all too new to me. Don't you feel uneasy, with all this change?”
Only with the food. When we are Weyrqueen, there will be changes.
“Would you stop about that? It's not going to happen.”
It could!
“Eat your fish.”
You'll need to learn to enjoy it, if we're to stay here.
But I hate it.
Are you hungry?
Yes.
Then what does it matter what fills that gut of yours, hmm?
But it's too salty!
Eat or starve, your choice.
With a petulant warble, the queen took up one of the smaller catches and gagged it down. There was a moment of quiet before Talera watched as her dragon then decided to devour the rest of the catch. Grinning, she hooked another scrap of bait and cast her line out once again.
Fishing hadn't come naturally to the Weyrborn woman, but when a dragon's stomach growls, there's not much one wouldn't do to quell it. She'd nicked her fingerstips on the point of the hook multiple times in learning, and had eventually begun the habit of bringing salve along for these quiet trips.
Without the bluster of ongoing workers, the northern shore was quite attractive; Talera could see why the island had been picked for a new home, and while she didn't completely agree with the necessity of risking so many with the change of locale, it hadn't been all for naught.
Your thoughts are rambling. You're nervous.
The abrupt collision with Aerroth's own mind broke Talera from her reverie. She patted at the gold's soft hide, the dragon lounging both behind and beside her. “It's nothing, really,” she said aloud, “I suppose I just haven't felt at ease since the transfer. It's still all too new to me. Don't you feel uneasy, with all this change?”
Only with the food. When we are Weyrqueen, there will be changes.
“Would you stop about that? It's not going to happen.”
It could!
“Eat your fish.”