Post by Alyx on Jul 13, 2020 6:12:19 GMT -5
Melana and Gold Sularenth
Holder Weddings never ceased to amaze her. And bore her. She couldn’t understand all the pomp and ritual around it; just pair up and be done with it! Still, she had to admit that the Bride had looked lovely, and the ceremony had had its one flare of charm. So many flowers, the colors, and the aura of the gathering had even made her smile. And for Melana, smiling wasn’t high on the list of things she’d been doing much of recently.
She lost track of A'zael and the other Goldriders in the crowds after the Ceremony, not that she wished to spend time with any of them. She’s been seated to the side of very interesting young lording that felt the need to try to charm her… a need Melana really didn’t understand. Okay, she got the lure of a young-to-be chasing a pretty girl at a gather, but that pretty girl made it very clear she was a Goldrider and not interested in being either his lady or a conquest.
You would have thought that would deter the man! But instead, he seemed to take it as a challenge, and Melana was quick to lose him in the masses of wellwishers as soon as she could. She’d taken her moment to politely congratulate the Lord and his new bride, leaving her gift with the others – it wasn’t anything fancy or large, but it was charming enough to count. Then she’d made for the nearest exit, needing both air and distance from her unnamed suitor.
As soon as she was outside, she reached for Sularenth. ‘How are you doing?’ The warm rumble greeted her. As well as can be expected, I suppose. Melana smiled, reaching up to pull pair of carved sticks from her hair; curls of dark locks tumbled down around her face and shoulders, seemingly happy to be free of the pinned up design. ‘Find something to amuse yourself with?’ Oh yes. All the people. ‘Sula..’ the warning was there, and the Gold snorted. Not like that! I’m just watching them. I’ve found a very nice spot to watch the major part of the gatherings market.
And to watch the races, since I’m not allowed to fly in them. Mel gave a sigh. ‘There wasn’t a Gold race set up, I’m sorry.’ I could fly with the Bronzes then. ‘Oh, that would have been fun.’ Melana shook her head, moving in the direction of the market stalls. Are you going to wear that thing all day? Melana scanned herself; it was a lovely dress, but it was rather formal – cream and soft gold highlights, the fabric flaring around her legs as she walked. ‘Well, that depends.’ Oh?
Mel paused, tilting her head up to shield her eyes as she picked the huge Gold out from another the other dragons. ‘If you are going to come down here and let me have my bag so I can change.’ Sularenth shifted, peering at her rider. Oh, I suppose if I must. ‘I would greatly appreciate it. And it lets you show off again?’ Melana was quite aware that Sularenth loved the gasps of awe she got from the holders. Within moments, the Gold was airborne, spiraling around to touch down in a space nearer to where Melana stood.
As Melana closed the distance, Sularenth dropped her head to nose the woman. Did the man follow you? ‘Oh, so you were listening?’ How could I not? You were practically plotting his death with your thoughts. Melana couldn’t deny the thought had been there as she pulled her pack free from Sularenth’s rigging. ‘I’m sorry if I spoiled your holder-watching.’ It is fine. I don’t like that he made you so uncomfortable. Melana smiled, reaching up to run a hand over the Dragon’s neck. ‘You can’t eat him.’ Why not? ‘It would get us in trouble with some hold I’ve never heard up, and Mavros has enough issues.’ Sularenth huffed. As you wish, but I think they’d be better off without him.
‘Probably true, but that isn’t our call. Now, I need to go find someplace to change; will you wait so I can hook the pack back up?’ Sularenth shifted, draping her tail around behind Melana and extended a wing to block all view. Change here. Melana laughed. “What? Someone will see.” They will not. They aren’t brave enough to approach me. Besides, I don’t like the idea that that man might be looking for you. Melana frowned; she had simply planned to find one of the tents and change. ‘Protective.’ You are mine, I don’t intend to lose you to some Lordling that wants to make you an arm decoration.
Melana choked on the laugh, looking to make sure that she was indeed blocked before undoing the ties of the dress. It wasn’t as hard to get out of as it had been to get into, and the second outfit was much more comfortable. The billows of cream fabric balled up and shoved into the pack, replaced by dark goldenrod leggings and a pale, soft white poet’s blouse. Mid-calf, soft brown Rider’s boots replaced the dainty slippers, and a sash of patterned fabric wrapped her hips to give the illusion of a skirt; a belt, her knife, and a pouch of marks tucked into her blouse, she was ready to enjoy the wares the gather had to offer. Melana hooked the pack back onto the straps, then patted Sularenth’s shoulder. ‘Thank you. I’m decent now.’ The dragon turned her head, peering at the woman before folding back her wing.
Will you be betting on the races? ‘Mayhaps?’ Melana bent, sliding the second knife into her boot, then looked back up at the dragon. ‘I’m going to shop a bit, maybe see if they have any of that juniper tea, but I plan to play the races a touch. You disapprove?’ Sularenth pushed to her feet and shook herself. Not at all. Please place a bet on Mastromideth for me. Melana grinned up at the dragon as Sularenth launched into the air over her to return to her perch. ‘Softy.’ Not at all. Jarath is not racing, so he is a good second pick. ‘Oh, of course. Silly me.’
The Gold landed, pivoted to get comfortable, then looked down in her rider’s direction. Go. Shop. Let me sun. Melana gave a quick mock bow. ‘Of course my Queen.’ She straightened, scanning the gathered dragons. ‘Let me know when Lo’qui and Jarath do show up?’ I suppose I can do that. Mel shook her head, turned away, and headed down the path toward the majority of the stalls. She had a bit before the races, might as well browse a bit.
(Tag for muze because of mention, open to anyone brave enough to want to spend time with her)