Nature to Fight

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Ny'x - Blue Nimocith

Ny’x took one last look in the glass at her reflection, turning slowly, and found it satisfying. Her riding breeches were tight to her thighs and hips, showing off her slim curves. She didn’t have much, which she blamed to her height, and had to accent what she did have.

What are you doing? I thought we were leaving.

“We are, Nimo, we are, I'm just making sure I look ready. We don’t want to miss our threadfighting class! This is what it’s all about.” She turned on her booted heel and walked out of her weyr with purpose. Nimocith followed begrudgingly, head down. He had been unable to hide behind her for a long time now, but he still assumed the position as if he could.

I still do not understand why we must do it with so many present. It is within my nature to fight thread. This is not needed.

She could feel his resistance, and the weyrling knew it was stemmed by fear. His shyness could be crippling at times, but she would not let it hold them back. She didn’t stop, knowing full well that Nimocith would and could distract her in conversations, making them late enough to this lesson that they would not be able to join in. Not today.

“We do need this, at least I do. I need to know how best to fight thread so I can keep you safe. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

Nothing is going to happen to me nor you. They are going to use rope. It is not harmful.

“You know I mean for real threadfall. Shards, Nimo, please?” She stopped and turned entreating eyes on him, reaching out and running a hand down one side of his face. There was a long pause, and she could feel his fear give way just a little under her gaze. Was she feeling resolve?

Fine. But I vote we are in the back.

She chuckled, scratching his eyeridge one last time, and turning back. “I don’t think it works that way, but we will do what we can.”