little priorities [Cirene]

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T2762, M1

Cirene :: Blue Imperath

Cirene was laying on her bed, glaring at the new creature curled up in her furs. She hadn’t bothered to clear any of the remnants of egg from her bed or floor since she really hadn’t had time. She had kept some dried fish in a container for the arrival of her new pet, but after a bite, the creature had kept making hungry noises, as if she hadn’t liked something about the dried fish – and apparently it was simply because they were dried. She’d not wanted to mess up the bonding process so she had sprinted with the spitter to the kitchens- where the spitter had almost leaped out of her hands at the smell of fresh fish. Just the memory of it set her jaw tight with anger. She’d won the critter and there was no way between she was going to let anyone else claim her little sea flit. It'd all worked out in the end, standing near the entrance in the kitchens with a happy and bonded flit. 

You’re brooding. Her narrowed gaze moved minimally to where her blue and white dragon lay, looking at her with unhappy whirling colors. ‘And?’ And it’s tiresome.

“I’m tired.” She said in a whisper and a sigh. Perhaps she shouldn’t have entered to win a new pet so soon after she had gained Sovereign, but the idea of having a sea flit… it was like having MoonClaw, her long white fur a testament to the prestige and price she’d paid. She’d heard tell of gemmies, but not until Mavros had she heard there were sea flits – or spitters. Sea Spitters seemed an uncomely name, so she opted to think of her little creature as a sea flit. It’d taken the last couple of months to start to understand her Gemglider, how long would it take for her to understand this strange new creature?

All this time you put into those silly little creatures, you should be spending with me. Cirene rolled her eyes at Imperath, pursing her lips slightly. Cirene had been spending all of her time either training with their class, endurance training separately – and when Cirene deemed that Imperath needed to take breaks, she’d spent time with her pets, and if possible, trying to connect with her classmates. It was a difficult process, especially after realizing that she’d wasted so much time.

“I spend most of my time with you, you ungrateful beast. I just have a larger picture in mind – and as small and insignificant you think they are, Sov and this sea flit are little pieces of the puzzle.”

The blue bristled, I’m no beast, not like a herdbeast! Cirene was too tired to have patience for the blue’s pride being pricked, she was tired, so tired. Her nose twitched as her face contorted momentarily in a flash of anger that was fed by the blue’s frustration. It took her a moment to realize she was letting the connection between them rule her emotions and she closed her eyes, focusing on distancing herself from Imperath who stubbornly clung to her. “You just have to trust that you are my priority.” She said as steadily as she could, turning to her side to look at the dark green pool in her furs. She swallowed any emotions down deep within her belly and let them hibernate there, as she always did. Instead she focused on the spitter… “Nymph.” She whispered, like the stories she’d heard sea traders tell. She focused on Nymph’s plump round belly, full of fresh fish, so satisfied and peaceful, at least for the moment, and it was enough to let Cirene to fall into her own quiet nap.

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Cirene;

Imperath was out and about, Cirene could only hope he wasn’t getting into too much trouble. She didn’t have much time to worry about it, as her spitter was taking up as much time as she anticipated – a lot of it. The little green creature wanted to be near her always, but not necessarily held. Soveriegn was not a cuddly creature, so it wasn’t all surprising to her, nor disappointing that Nymph was similar. A small feminine side of her wanted to hold the small strange creature, but the other part of her was grateful for the bit of independence she could see that would develop. She’d found a crude bin she had filled with sea water – it was a temporary tub, she’d find something that was easier on the eye and looked better in her space later.

After realizing her spitter would only eat fresh fish – the fresher the better, she had talked to Tak’ril about getting some of his fresh catches, but she had asked if she could get them still alive. She hoped to put a few live fish in the bin of water – hoping that while Cirene wasn’t sure she could teach her spitter to hunt herself, that instincts of some sort would kick in. It was lucky that she had an easy connection to a fisher bronze rider. While Tak’ril and her had never been close, and any efforts to seduce him wasted, she assumed this opportunity opened up better friendship… hopefully. Friendship with a bronze rider was always a good idea – a lover, well, she’d probably have to look elsewhere. As much as she was determined that a woman was as good as a man, it just didn’t reflect in dragon hierarchy quite the same way… only select women that won themselves a gold were anywhere close to respected as a bronze rider was. Cirene hoped to change that at some point, but until then, she’d need to work with the system.

At the moment Nymph was sleeping and Cirene watched her with tired eyes. She was used to being tired and working herself to the bone, she just had to make sure she wasn’t working Imperath to the bone – he wasn’t as used to it as she was. Her whole life her family had lived in such an impoverished fashion, when all it would take is a little ambition for them to live more comfortably. Mavros conditions weren’t preferable, but it was a temporary problem, and she’d save up her marks to make her crude weyr a bit nicer. She wondered if Sk’lar felt the same way about his part of their weyr. Perhaps she’d bring bring it up to him.

A soft noise of something landing at her feet had her attention shift to the floor where a foot long gemmie stood looking at her with a rather stoic questioning look. At Cirene’s foot was a burlap make-shift stuffy that she’d made look like a sock. So far, the strange half fluffy creature hadn’t torn it apart, even with its ironic contents. Early on Soveriegn had taken a liking to tearing apart socks – and worse, one of her favorite sweaters. It’d been beyond repair, so she’d used it as stuffing in the toy, and threw it for Sov – who had promptly brought it back. Apparently her gemmie had a bit of dog genes in her. She half smiled, picking up the toy and tossing it – and by the time she glanced back where Nymph had been, she was gone. It took a moment of searching, but found her under her pillow where she watched as Sov fetched the toy and brought it back, but the sea flit didn’t seem interested in joining the game.

“All right you two, my nap time. Come on out Nymph.” After a couple long moments she crept out, looking at Sov – who looked at her once, and then locked her gaze back on Cirene, pushing the image of her throwing the toy in her mind coupled with the feeling of desire. “I know you want me to play with you, maybe later Sov. You could play with Nymph if you want.” She laid down, watching Sov glance at Nymph, but clearly uninterested and strutted off in her funny waddle. Cirene rolled her eyes, closing her eyes, hearing a small splash as Nymph found her bin of water to wade in.