good as gold [open] Jul 27, 2020 17:52:00 GMT -5
Post by muze on Jul 27, 2020 17:52:00 GMT -5
Weyrling Cirene :: Blue Imperath
I will disown you. ‘You can’t do that.’ Watch me. ‘You’re being silly, it’s just a ride. And arriving on a bronze is…' Is…what? She could feel the blue’s eyes narrow and she could only sigh, pushing him out of her mind. There were female brownriders, which… might have been more powerful, but female blueriders were more accepted in Pern than female brownriders were. Not that it really made a difference to Cirene what color the dragon was, it was all about making appearances. For example, their wherry-brained Weyrwoman who had stepped down had a gold dragon, and where had that landed her? The system of colors was messed up, clearly.
Her mind trailed to when she had seen a dragon flying around Mavros oiled with sparkles. Imperath had found it immensely amusing. Cirene had too – but for other reasons. Her blue found it less amusing when she suggested they paint him gold, like Codrath had been oiled with sparkles. If having a gold dragon was the only way of being a leader, she thought it’d be quite the statement to oil her dragon with gold. Perhaps she’d see if there was anything at the gather…
Under the pale purple silk dress that hugged her hips were her riding breeches. She was holding her skirts in one hand as she walked, thinking it would be a lot less complicated if she could just ride her blue to the gather. Then they wouldn’t be having the disagreement of her riding a bronze to the gather. The bronzer was easy on the eyes too, though. It was hard to tell how old he was under all that hair. His demeanor and skin seemed young. Younger than her perhaps, and she did enjoy being older and more experienced than others, even if his dragon was older.
After the cold ride between, she accepted help down from the monstrous dragon, and quickly found somewhere to discreetly take her riding gear off and packed into a beautiful tan leather side bag. She loved the feeling of the silk brushing against her legs – it split on both sides around the knee to make walking manageable.
‘There, see – it was a harmless ride.’ Cirene found her dragon’s reluctant mind, but he did not respond to her – or even show that he had heard her. She sighed and rolled her eyes a little. She’d find a way to appease her blue beast, or he’d forget… at some point.
Cirene knew if she wanted to appear mousy, like most men preferred, then she shouldn’t walk so proudly. It took too much work to be something she wasn’t, and she didn’t feel in the mood to flirt, not unless she needed to, to get the best price on something. So she walked with a confident stride in her heels, careful to stay away from any muddy areas that might ruin her dress or shoes.
She slowed her walk at the smell of strong herbs. This was the second stall she’d passed that sold scented dragon oils, but the first one had had a woman selling. Here, a younger man closer to her age was consulting with a woman that looked old enough to be his mother. The woman disappeared with an empty jar in her hands, probably to refill something. She relaxed her shoulders and changed directions toward the stall. She started to look at the various things on display, pretending not to notice the gawking man – or was he just a boy? She wondered if it was her dress or knots that had impressed him. After a minute she was starting to get annoyed that the man hadn’t approached her yet, as she wanted to keep the allusion that he was in charge. Instead, she continued to patiently look through the different herbs and oils, wondering idly if there were any that shimmered like a gold dragon.