A Little Goes A Long Way (Kev/ Vanisha & Sabellath)

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Hazelira :: Holdfolk

She had never, ever, been on dragonback before. She was not looking forward to the flight home.

Hazelira had been more than happy to dismount, caught under her arms by Chizewlin and swung to the ground, followed by each of her brothers- the youngest who'd thrown himself at their father with a happy whoop. Hiralia's scolding melted into the background as Hazel took in the weyr, but it had been little more than a brief glance before they were hurried toward the Sands and settled in to watch the Hatching unfold.

Aside from the maulings- it had been quite an experience to behold the little dragons hatch, already knowing which Candidate was theirs. It was disappointing, in the end, when none of the hatchlings Impressed the twins, but being left Standing was always a possibility.

The hours between Hatching and the Feast stretched on. They'd met Chai, Lizalia and Zelhirin, talked about the gold-green dragon that had hatched, speculating on what the future held for her. They'd toured the Weyr, talked some more about... stuff... and at some point Hazel had found herself a quiet spot, nursing a mug of klah with Zinni murmuring into her ear. It was a lot, so much to see and take in, and she'd found herself wishing for the familiarity of home. She didn't complain, it wouldn't change anything- she just needed a minute.

For the Feast, she'd changed into a different dress than the one she'd come in. Blue, with white and gold trim, a fuller skirt and long-sleeved. With her brothers under the care of her parents, Hazel had been encouraged to enjoy herself. So she'd sat at the table with her parents, blinking around at the growing crowd and wondering how long, exactly, they'd be staying.

"Aren't you hungry?" Hiralia had asked her, and it took a moment before realizing that- yeah, she was. Her mother had smiled and nodded at the tables stacked with food, and so Hazel had gone to get herself something. She didn't talk to anyone, except for vague pardons as she edged past those between her and the buffet; she gathered herself a plate and turned to head back to the table, and promptly stumbled to a halt just in time to avoid tripping over the little green dragon padding past, wheeling to catch her balance and keep from losing the entire plate of food.
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Vanisha – Green Sabellath

They were on their way back to her mother with two glasses of punch when Sabellath came to a jerky stop, almost stumbling in her quickness to turn around.

Did I almost trip you? Forgive me, my tail seems to get in the way, I am still learning about spatial awareness, and all the sudden my head feels a little funny.

Vanisha turned, putting her glasses down hurriedly and then kneeling next to her bonded with concern. “Are you sick? Funny how?”

I am not sick. Possibly… She felt her bonded move through her memories, seeking for the correct term. Dizzy? Like when you broke your leg and they gave you herbs to make you hurt less and sleep more. Sabellath looked at the young lady that she had almost tripped. You feel like herbs. Why is that?

Vanisha took a steadying breath, completely at a loss, her hands hovering over the little green in concern and then casting a look toward the young woman her green was speaking to and of. 

“I… don’t know.” Vanisha said, perplexed, standing back up and looking at the young lady. “Hello. I am Vanisha, and this is Sabellath. This is... new for us.”

You are sure you are fine? Yes. I just need a moment to collect myself. And I would like to know this one more, and why she feels like herbs to me.

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Hazelira :: Holdfolk

The green was pretty, was the second thought that went through Hazel's mind- right after 'let's not trip over the dragon.' Pale green, with darker lines of green tracing over her wings and little light-and-dark circles dotting in between those lines. Balance regained, the plate now held firm with both hands, Hazel blinked down at the green.

And promptly winced, at the voice that was not hers spoke; Hazel glanced to both sides and then behind, a bit confused- there was nobody looking at her and standing close enough that it could have been them- before taking in what had been said, rather than that someone had spoken. "I-" She was hearing things? That had never happened before, though she was used to talking to herself before. I don't understand what's happening.

The woman who appeared and knelt down at the dragon's side was honestly a welcome distraction, but she was initially concerned first with the dragon, the words directed at the little green. Except there was the voice, again, and it began to occur to her that it might be the dragon. Dragons- of course she knew they talked, they weren't like firelizards who only communicated through emotions, but she'd never considered that they talked to anyone but their riders. This green was positively chatting with her, and it was a strange and not entirely welcome sensation.

You feel like herbs. Why is that?

What did that mean? How exactly was she supposed to understand how she felt like herbs to a dragon? "I don't know." She was standing in an unfamiliar Hall, having only intended to get food and return to her family to eat, and now she was being questioned by a newly hatched dragon about how she made her feel like herbs. Could this really get any stranger?

It was a bit of comfort to realize the dragon's rider had no more clue than she did. More comforting to be able to actually talk to a person than the voice of a dragon in her head. "Hello." 'Nice to meet you' should have been the next thing to say, but really it was a bit of a lie; she'd much rather not be having the oddest conversation of her life. "Vanisha. Sabellath." She nodded to both. "I'm Hazelira- I came because of my brother and sisters, they were at the Hatching." New for them, sure. "Yes, for me too. I've... all of this is new. I've never left home before.

"You're one of the new weyrlings?" Hazel didn't really remember the dragon hatching or Impressing, but the green was much smaller than she'd expected a dragon to be, so perhaps? And she had said it was new for them. "Congratulations on your Impression."
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Vanisha – Green Sabellath

Well, if neither of you know, then we shall have to take all the facts into consideration, and come up with a conclusion. Then maybe we can ask someone else too. Verifying is very important. Sabellath said resolutely when both had denied knowledge of her question. The Sabellath went about her considering as her rider introduced them.

“Well, that was considerate of you, showing your support for them. Which of the candidates do you claim as yours?” Vanisha asked, trying not to let the worry of Sabellath’s previous reaction leak into their bond. She didn’t want the poor thing distracted from her thinking. She had to work so hard at it, being so young and all. “The first? Well, this must be a little overwhelming for you. Mavros is still very new to me, and overwhelming is to put it mildly, and it’s been months for me.” She smiled, looking down at her beloved bonded. Overwhelming, astonishing, beautiful, they all mixed into one to create the adventure she had always craved.

“Yes, very new, and thank you. We have a lot to learn.”

Yes, especially about why you feel like drugs. Perhaps it is because you are special. Special, unique. You feel familiar and I can’t place a wing on it. Maybe while I think about it some more, you can settle a debate we are having. If another person is watching you, and you catch them watching you, and you wish to speak to them, and they quickly wave and walk away, would you consider it rude?

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Hazelira :: Holdfolk

Hazel was happy to let the dragon do all the considering and thinking and verifying on the situation; she still had no idea what the green had meant. How could she offer suggestions when she had no idea what was going on? It wasn’t exactly a question, so Hazel didn’t answer; the green seemed happy just to announce her intentions without encouraging further input from either Hazel or her rider.

Vanisha spoke again, and Hazel smiled, felt herself blush a bit. It felt good, having someone praise her for showing support when she hadn’t had to come; she would have been happier staying behind, hearing the news later, but her mother had mentioned that it would be good of her to be there to show her support. That someone outside of the family noticed it as well made her a bit happier to have come.

Especially as it was a lot. Hazel nodded her agreement at Vanisha’s observation, blinked to hear her own feelings mirrored in the other young woman, and nodded again. “I only came for them- and to help my mother with my younger brothers, too. My older brother, Zelhirin, and my sisters Lizalia and Chaizaela; I’d hoped to see one of them Impress today.”

“We have a lot to learn,” Vanisha said, right before the young green piped up again, and Hazel’s attention was drawn back to her. Dragons were strange, she decided, when the little one commented that she felt familiar when they had only just meant. Unless, she meant familiar to her new rider? There were too many unanswered questions here and none made enough sense to start figuring them out.

The green’s question though, on politeness, made her blink. Was… Did dragons really think about things like that? Well, this one did, clearly. “Well-” Another glance at Vanisha before going on, “I suppose it could be rude. Did they know you wanted to talk to them?”
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Vanisha - Green Sabellath

Vanisha put the names of Hazelira’s siblings to the faces-she had always had to be good at that, what any good Lady would do. Remember those facts, so she nodded in recognition. “I know them, though not well. I see the resemblance of you in them. I’m sure they, and your mother, are appreciative of your efforts, though my condolences for neither of them impressing. Surely they will have better luck next time.” She said with another encouraging smile, inwardly grateful she had had the luck this round..

Sabellath’s inquisitiveness swung back in the direction it had been before they had almost collided with the polite young woman. She felt herself blush slightly-she wasn’t used to so many people knowing what her previous conversations, and especially thoughts, were. She nodded encouragingly to Hazelira when she looked at her, mostly because there really was no stopping Sabellath.

“I suppose it could be rude. Did they know you wanted to talk to them?” Hazelira asked, and Vanisha shook her head and answered first, “Probably not, I admit I was not super clear with my intentions. I doubt that she noticed.”

I disagree, mine. She noticed you step towards her, before she left. I would say she knew. Let us hypothesize that she did know, since she saw mine step toward her and meet eyes.

Vanisha wanted to say more on the matter, but hardly wished to fight with her new bonded-it was rude to gainsay, was it not? No, it wouldn’t be rude, just simply your truth. You can tell me anything. I always want to know what you think.

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Hazelira :: Holdfolk

Considering that Zel, Liza and Chai were new to the Weyrhold, it made sense that they wouldn't be that well known. But Liza, at least, was outgoing enough that Hazel was certain people would know who she was. Zel and Chai weren't quite as extroverted, but neither were they shy.

"Thank you. I hope they have better luck next time as well. Perhaps them being so new had something to do with it? I don't know much about dragons or how they choose their riders."

Aside from that, the matter of whether someone had been intentionally rude or not. Vanisha didn't seem to think so, but the little green did. And they were asking her, and Hazel didn't even know who they were talking about or why they were asking her. Outside perspective, maybe? "I'm really sorry, but I'm afraid I don't really know enough about the situation to say one way or another. I'm sure she didn't mean to be rude, even if she was."

A glance down at the plate in her hands, up at where her family was seated, and then at Vanisha again. "I hope you don't mind if I sit? I'm- I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?" Almost tripping over the dragon hadn't been her intent- obviously- but they'd both had plans and if Vanisha had someone waiting on her for the drinks she'd been carrying, Hazel didn't want to hold her up any longer.

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Vanisha – Green Sabellath 

"Thank you. I hope they have better luck next time as well. Perhaps them being so new had something to do with it? I don't know much about dragons or how they choose their riders."

Vanisha nodded once, her version of shrugging, since shrugging was hardly appropriate for a lady… “Perhaps… I myself still can only guess how it works, and I have my very own bonded.” She said, and a bright smile touched her lips. Faranth had smiled down on her, that was the only thing that seemed to make sense to her.

Interesting, no need to apologize, being honest about being unsure is much appreciated. You have given me more to think on.

Vanisha couldn’t help but view Hazelira’s comment as so polite, and smiled, realizing how much the young woman reminded her of her. Sabellath, her constant, who loved to see how she thought, took hold of that thought, and Vanisha felt her excitement before she could pinpoint as to why she was excited. She couldn’t focus on that, because Hazelira was asking if they could sit, and Vanisha didn’t want the young woman to be uncomfortable.

“Yes, of course, let’s-“ She was motioning for them to sit, her mother could wait a little longer, especially because her father had wisked her away for a dance sometime after she had left her, when Sabellath interrupted her.

That’s it! You are like mine! Well, very like mine at least, and I think this feeling means you could be a dragonrider. It makes sense, we must find someone to verify this, yes we must. Then before Vanisha could say anything, No time to sit, no time, we must come to the bottom of this truth. Is that the saying? Down to the bottom? Truth is what we seek and truth in this matter is what we shall find! Suddenly her green was swerving away.

“What?!” Vanisha turned, shocked to see her little green disappearing, and with a desperate look at her companion, followed after at a quicker pace, trying not to look rushed. “I don’t know what has come over her, but-she said dragonrider, did you hear?” She tried not to pick up her pace when the green didn’t immediately reappear in her vision, instead focusing on the fact that her bonded was still strong in her mind. “Have you ever considered dragonriding?”

Her eyes finally landed on Sabellath and the green was calling out for a dragonrider with a search dragon. I need a rider with a searchdragon! I have a feeling! It's a big feeling! 

Suddenly the green veered and stop hopped before a young man. It only took Vanisha a moment to realize that her green had found Maz'ru. So that's what she had been doing after the initial excitement, searching memories and finding Maz'ru in them. 

You are the one that searched mine. Quilath would be a fine dragon to verify that I have the ability to search. See, she is this feeling, much like Herbs, and then mine had the thought about how she reminded her of her, and I made the connection, and it’s the only thing that makes sense. I believe she could be a candidate, though I need to verify, which is why it’s good I found you. The green looked expectantly at Maz'ru, and then to Vanisha as she finally closed the distance between them.

"Maz'ru," Her voice was slightly breathless, "forgive me, she got away from me." She took a steadying breath, her cheeks aflame. "Sabellath, remember our manners? Maz'ru, this is Sabellath, and," she motioned to the young woman next to her, "this is Hazelira, the woman Sabellath is referring to. Hazelira, this is Maz'ru of Blue Quilath. I was fortunate to be searched by them."

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Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath

Unmotivated was a possible term for his mental state. He stood at the brink of the party, eying with amusement as a young man came in showing off his blue in true fashion – and the little blue seemed to like it. The two seemed so alike. He loved Quilath, but they were not alike, not in much – and it seemed there were less and less similarities each passing day. He could never say that impressing was bad, he didn’t like the idea of losing or not having Quilath in that part of his soul, no matter how annoying the dragon got… but… his eyes rested on the harpers that were playing music. He missed making up silly words to songs and being able to devote more of his time to art. This was a feast that was celebrating new impressions, but instead of making him feel nostalgic, he felt… melancholy? Something ate at his insides. He didn’t like it at all. He didn’t normally question himself, what was it? Though he could never have known it himself, Maz’ru’s confidence had been worn down to the quick with Quilath’s attempts to help his rider be his ‘best’ self. Quilath couldn’t fathom the effect – as it seemed to have an opposite reaction, with Maz’ru doing his worst.

The young man leaned forward and fell slightly forward as he stepped into the room, deciding that he would need a distraction. Drink? A dance with a pretty lady? Definitely drink… though, he didn’t like the idea of having the smell of drink on him while trying to have an intimate conversation. He could feel his dragon’s approval, though it wasn’t verbal, Quilath seemed to sense Maz’ru’s brooding thoughts and feelings and decided to observe rather than make commentary. It made Maz'ru want to drink first, which was stupid, and rolled his eyes at himself a little before veering casually to the dance floor. 

He walked around, but didn’t feel inspired to ask a random lady to dance. There was a dragon calling out for a Searchrider, but he was new enough at it that he didn’t pay it much heed. He pursed his lips and let out a sigh just as a flash of green came skidding at his feet. His eyebrows rose and he considered the green with amusement. Dancing with Sabellath does not seem proper, she is but a hatchling, and not a human. She is too short, I’ve seen your dances, and it just wouldn’t work. He just sighed inwardly at his dragon's matter-of-fact tone. Ah, you did not mean it literally, I missed your amusement, forgive me. I will pay more attention next time. Well, that was a start anyways.

But he didn’t get to think much about it, because the little green was bombarding him and his brows furrowed as he had to scramble to catch up with what she was saying. “Ah, yes, very good you found me.” He said it matter-of-factly (in his dragon's tone) and with a little smile. Maz’ru was no expert on the matter, but Quilath had done some Searching already. This…Sabellath, that was what his blue had called her, was a pretty thing, bold too. His eyes rose to find the rider, just as Vanisha showed up and a little breathlessly explained she was the lucky rider of the green. He took in Vanisha, and then the one Sabellath thought was a potential candidate. Huh, right out of the egg finding a candidate.

It is well that you sought someone about this Sabellath. Maz’ru had felt his dragon mentally puff up at Quilath’s praise. However, it is not prudent to leave your rider in such a way, little sister. And it is more proper to let your rider speak for you.

“Hey Vanisha.” He smiled and nodded, then nodded at the girl. “Hazelira.” He repeated the name in greeting. “Quil doesn’t speak to people unless I make him, he’s talking with Sabellath right now.” His gaze had been split between the two, but landed on Hazelira. “If dragon candidacy was an option… is that something you’d be interested in?” Unknowingly repeating a question already asked, and the rider felt as Quilath joined him mentally and took in the pair of women.

You picked your rider well, Sabellath. He congratulated, before moving his attention on Hazelira. There are a lot of people here, it’s very… loud, but yes… I do believe this one has potential as well. He confided in Maz’ru. ‘Tell Sabellath as much, this is her Search.’ Of course.

Yes, I sense it in this one as well, Sabellath. May I ask, what does your sense of the girl and of…Herbs you say?... have in common?

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Hazelira :: Holdfolk

Vanisha had begun to agree, Hazel taking a single step toward a nearby table at the agreement, when she paused at the exclamation from Sabellath. The breath left her in a gasp at the statement and the hugeness of the implication behind it. Her, a rider?

She didn't want to say it aloud but the thought wasn't a pleasant one. Hazel had only ever meant to follow a single path in life, one she was quite possibly close to obtaining. To be married, to settle in her husband's home, to have his children. To be a wife and a mother. Nothing else had truly mattered. She'd never, not even in childhood, wished for something to pull her away from that path. Doing so now?

Before she could refuse or excuse herself in an attempt to make it clear she wanted nothing to do with any of it, the green was trotting away and Vanisha was following. The weyrling glanced back at Hazel, who found herself blinking, dazed by the suddenness. She turned toward her family, but Hiralia was distracted by the younger boys and her father was engaged in conversation with another. No help there, and a slow, hesitant step after Vanisha was followed by another before she was trailing after the other woman and her green dragon. She paused just long enough to set the plate down.

"Yes, I heard." It was hard not to, the green was being rather loud now as she called for a Searchdragon. She blinked at Vanisha at the question, bewildered. She drew breath to answer and then paused, her thoughts to scattered to think of a reply that was satisfactory while not giving Vanisha the idea that she was enjoying this in any way. No! was the plain reply in her own mind. I'd never. And I don't want to be one now.

But she couldn't say that aloud. It was rude enough that just thinking it made her glance away, cheeks warming with shame at herself. She came to a stop just behind Vanisha, blinking at the apparent rider over the weyrling woman's shoulder. When introduced, however, she stepped to the side to be in clear view and smiled. It was a tad insecure but she tried, at least, and she offered a curtsy as she spoke- first to Vanisha and then the rider, Maz'ru. "Thank you for introducing me, Vanisha. It's lovely to meet you, Maz'ru of blue Quilath. My deepest appreciation for all you do in service of Pern."

His question was the same Vanisha had asked, and Hazel scrambled to reply. She didn't stammer out an answer; it was most unbecoming of a lady to speak in stuttered words. She simply remained silent until she was certain of her reply, while also trying not to let the silence drag on for too long. "I'm afraid not," she answered. "The possibility has never occurred to me. Before today I had never left Telgar, and I had intended to follow in my mother's footsteps of marriage and motherhood." A glance back and forth and she added, "Do I truly have the capability? What would that mean, going forward?"
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Vanisha - Green Sabellath

It is well that you sought someone about this Sabellath.

Sabellath turned in the general direction of her elder brother’s voice and nodded once. That is what I thought as well. Accuracy is essential in this matter.

However, it is not prudent to leave your rider in such a way, little sister. And it is more proper to let your rider speak for you. The green’s head tilted, confused, and she looked back at her rider, who was introducing the woman to the blue rider. Why? My rider is quite competent not to lose herself, and I have every ability to speak for myself. She didn’t speak derisively, in fact she was very interested to learn why Quilath had corrected her so. She couldn’t see any logic in it, though she couldn’t help but be interested in his opinion on the matter.

Vanisha was tempted to wave away Hazelira’s curtsy, though this wasn’t her place to correct the young lady. She even felt her own knees start to bend in reflex, out of politeness, but she was a rider… Did that mean she bowed? She didn’t know enough, and she needed guidance. Now that she was one of them, she would have to seek out a tutor, it would be like schooling all over again. She blinked remembering herself, and unbent her knees, and only nodded to the girl in encouragement. “You’re very welcome.” It came out more of a murmur, allowing Mazru to take the lead. He knew more about these things, and part of it could have been he was a male, and men took the lead in matters of state. This was state enough for her.

It hadn’t gone without notice that Hazelira hadn’t answered her question about the young woman’s desires when it came to dragon riding, but the anxiety of losing track of her little dragonet had kept her busy. Then introductions had taken over, and Maz’ru voiced the question she really didn’t want to repeat, mostly because it seemed a little intrusive to ask, especially now that she was thinking about it.

Why wouldn’t she want to be a dragonrider?

This was just asked to her, which was both a surprise and a relief. Well… She turned her gaze on the silent girl, did she detect a note of panic? Everyone has dreams and aspirations, and being a dragonrider is a lifestyle. It’s exciting for some, but not for all.

The green seemed to consider this, neither condemning nor angry, just interested. Her attention seemed split. She waited on Hazelira’s reply, which didn’t seem to much of a surprise. The wording of the answer though caught her attention… “I had intended to follow in my mother's footsteps of marriage and motherhood." She had? It almost seemed like the past tense, as if possibly she was considering, though in denial. She couldn’t blame the brunette if that was true. She had once been in exactly her place, warring with between her duty and lifestyle, and a change that would totally upend her whole future and standing within her family.

“Mine is very worthy, I agree. She and I will do well learning together. She looked over her green, whose head was turned in another direction, conversing with Quilath as Maz’ru had stated just previously, though she diverted her gaze back to the blue rider and Hazelira, trying not to listen into a conversation between dragons that she hadn’t been invited to, focusing instead on her human companions.

Yes, I sense it in this one as well, Sabellath. May I ask, what does your sense of the girl and of…Herbs you say?... have in common?

Ah, it feels fulfilling to reach clarity! Sabellath said excitedly to her brother, and turned to the young woman as she asked her questions. You do indeed have the capacity! My elder brother has confirmed it!!! Her tail wagged, and her exultation whirled bright green colors in her eyes. It truly was magnificent, this feeling of confirmation. She tilted her head, back questioning toward Vanisha, Though, mine and I will still be discovering what that entails. The biggest part is finding a partner just for you, like mine is for me. Is that like having a baby? It is sort of like what you want, right? 

She asked the question to the young woman before swinging her attention back to her brother, remembering his question mostly because she wanted to understand more this feeling she had experienced, and know if it was similar for the blue.

Forgive me brother, to your question, I do not fully understand it myself, but I felt this big feeling when coming into contact with this young one, and couldn’t place it myself. So I dug through Mine’s memories looking for a similar feeling. When mind broke her leg, she was given herbs that felt similar to this feeling I had. Like a… buzzing sensation. Does this make sense? What is it for you?

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Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath

You are correct, she is capable, and more experienced than you are. Humans are… different and know differently, but even so, you are just from your shell and need to learn what is proper and how a dragon should act. Your rider will help you with that. He paused, as he had been learning from his experiences with Maz’ru how others preferred to be taught. Besides, how do you think it looked, you running through the crowd, your rider out of breath behind you? He paused again. As for speaking, humans have their way of speaking that is different, you startle others with your loud speech, and it just the way it should be.

Maz didn’t want to block out his dragon, but having the loud dragon and loud party and current conversation… it was a bit much. He could feel his dragon in a conversation with the green, and the green energetically responded to the girl in question. Maybe a drink would be necessary after this. He could feel his dragon balk and disapprove of the way the green threw words at Hazelira.

His eyes were lingering on the green, waiting for her to pause and considering how to answer. He hadn’t searched many times and there seemed to be a lot of pressure, since Vanisha would possibly be paying attention if she were going to be a Search Rider. His clear gaze lifted to Hazelira, recalling what it had been like when he had been searched.

“Dragon riding is a demanding career, but there are riders with partners and children… Just because you’ve been searched, doesn’t mean you have to be a rider either, it just means you have the capability, and even then, impressing isn’t guaranteed… If you did decide you wanted to be a rider, you’d stay here as a candidate and learn what it would mean to be a dragon rider, but at any time you could change your mind, if you wanted.” Maz’ru paused here, allowing her time to soak that in, and waiting for any more possible and probable questions…and trying to ignore the buzz of his dragon having a conversation in the background.

Apology accepted. Quilath shifted in his spot outside uncomfortably. It was not such for him, clearly this little green was very sensitive. I’d never thought of what it was like exactly, but I’d encourage you to continue to pay attention to that feeling. Congratulations young one. Just remember, you are new, and you have your rider to guide you…I also encourage you to ask before sifting through memories, as that can be jarring for new riders, and to speak through your rider… at least until you understand more. Though it pained him to add that part in, he realized that change had to come gradually, besides, perhaps she'd realize how much more orderly it was to let the humans speak with humans.

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