Post by tovaana on Apr 21, 2020 21:19:10 GMT -5
Weyrling Cirene :: Blue Imperath
Imperath grumped about how often Cirene oiled him. He couldn’t argue with the results though, it calmed the itching hide that was stretching as he grew – and he liked the way his hide shone afterward. That didn’t mean he had to like the process. She took too long, being a perfectionist – he swore that she went over spots more than once; he even caught her going over one of his thighs thrice!
While Imperath was grumbling, Cirene was too busy aghast by the new gossip – or news - that was circulating Mavros. She remembered when the handsome Weyrleader had announced the dragons going back, the strange outburst from the Weyrwoman, but she had never dreamt that the crazy woman would step down. Or, some of the rumors that circulated, speculating that the woman had been kicked out as Weyrwoman. Cirene was still learning a lot about weyr life, but she was pretty sure one couldn’t be kicked out of being a Weyrwoman, but still… dragons going back in time was also a crazy notion.
That meant that Talera was stepping into the duties of Weyrwoman until the next gold rose. She snorted, finding it strange the way that Weyrs’ leadership went. It seemed silly that a beast should decide who was fit to lead – obviously the last gold hadn’t chosen very well if the Weyrwoman had stepped down. She probably wasn’t crazy when she impressed… Imperath mused, irritation flowing between their connection. Cirene rolled her eyes. The only time he ever defended anyone – was if it was a gold or green dragon. ‘Yes, well – even so, a person made to be a leader doesn’t go crazy like that.’ There are rumors that she had a near death experience – declared dead, I think. Cirene shook her head. ‘Then don’t die, then. It’s not hard. Early deaths are either come by stupidity or fate. I’m pretty sure hers was stupidity.’ The blue rumbled with a growl, moving himself so she would have to oil a different spot instead of going over the same shoulder blade over and over again.
‘I still don’t see why a blue rider couldn’t be Weyrwoman.’ Imperath turned his head toward her and blinked. Well, I can’t say any bronze would want to chase me, and I’d rather prefer they never do. Filth that thinks they can boss others around. Browns are hardly any better. Cirene smiled, knowing she had hit a sore spot with the blue. ‘I dunno, I think I could find some paint at the next gather, pretty and gold to make you sparkle and shine. They wouldn’t know the difference.’ The blue was quietly eying his rider, trying to sense if she was joking or not – since she wasn’t usually the kind to ‘kid’ about anything. Cirene held her composure well and the blue decided to ignore this… for at least thirty seconds before he quipped, I wouldn’t let you get close enough to try that stunt. He shuddered under Cirene’s oiled rag. Are you done yet? ‘Almost, just got to add the sparkles.’ That’s not funny. ‘Really? I thought it was immensely.’ She thought with a sigh, imagining that the oil was gold instead of gloss that she was applying to her blue.
