Of New Voices [Taxx/Lo'sa]

[kevna]

Riasu - Candidate

She moved toward the weyrling barracks. Voices waxed and waned as she traversed the weyr. Part of her wanted to listen in, try to catch the voices of dragons she knew well, and loved. The other part just wanted the voices to float off into the distance, and leave her in peace and quiet. She rarely felt such-the desire to be a part, and alone all at once. Standing on that hatching ground, watching the rainbow eyes and hearing the sweet, joyous voices announcing their names and exclaiming hunger and both been joyous, and excruciating. How she longed for that connection. Instead, she just had this half connection, hearing, but never actually apart. It made her feel so alone, that quiet was preferable.

The aftermath of the hatching had been a bit of a whirlwind. Riasu had wanted to enjoy the feats, truly she had. She had also hoped to better congratulate Lounessa-Lo’sa at the feast, but there had been a lot going on, and she had only gotten a few words in before letting her niece enjoy her feast. She hadn’t really felt like celebrating that night either, and she hadn’t wanted Lo’sa to pick up on that. Jealousy had no place at a celebration, and Lo’sa had done nothing to warrant her jealousy. She had earned, was it earning, or just destiny? Well, either way, Lo’sa was deserving, and of such a beautiful beast as well.

Today she was feeling more herself. She was letting the grief of another unsuccessful stand go, and now she wanted to get to know the new addition to the family. She moved past the curtains that separated the female weyrling barracks from the common room, casting her eyes about in hopes of catching sight of Lo’sa and Perialith. The little dragonets strewn around the room spoke as if almost as one, a blending of voices and words that didn’t much make sense, until she sought to push the voices away from her, making them far distant. The brown was such a stark contrast to any of the other hatchlings in the room, she quickly spotted them and veered toward them. “Lo’sa, of Brown Perialith, well met.” She emphasized the well, smiling proudly at her niece as she went in to offer a congratulatory hug before looking to the hatchling.

“You found yourself a good one, Perialith. I was hoping we could get to know one another now that you are a part of the family. I am Riasu. How are you two settling in? Are you getting any sleep?” Here she pointedly looked towards the energetic dragonets and chuckled. It would be hard having a bunch of different dragonets all sharing one space, no matter how roomy it was. 

[Taxx]

Lo'sa :: Brown Perialith

Now it was a new day; the dragons were Hatched, lifemates found, weyrlings congratulated by way of the Feast the night before. Now was the first full day of her weyrlinghood, the start of the rest of her life as Brownrider Lo'sa... and the many lessons and hard work that lay ahead of them both.

Late enough that Perialith had already been fed and bathed and oiled, drowsing off his full belly as Lo'sa changed into a clean outfit, sat on her bed and absently stroking Buttons as the little brown lounged happily in her lap, preferring to watch the other weyrlings from a distance rather than join them. Both she and Perialith perked up, when the voice called them by name, and the young woman turned to see Riasu approaching.

Lo'sa smiled back, felt the pride again at the acknowledgement, and stood. Buttons tucked himself into the crook of one arm now, chirping cheerily at a known, favorite face, the noise rising in volume as he was briefly squashed between his owner and Riasu as the two hugged.

"Thank you, Riasu." Lo'sa made no mention of her aunt's continued Candidacy; it was frustrating, which she knew all too well, but pointing it out felt more like rubbing salt in an open wound. No point in pointing out the obvious, even if just to apologize for it- nobody but the dragons could change her rank, and really, it wasn't anybody's fault. It was just... not her time yet. Perhaps the next? She still had some time.

Good to know Riasu wasn't the type to hold this against her, too, to not blame her for something beyond her control. Lo'sa pulled back from the hug, gesturing to the chairs around the fire in an invitation. "Come sit. I think I have a little time..."

Perialith followed them, gaze settling on this new person's face. Another one? How many more? The bronzerider who had talked to them right after his Hatching and the one who was nearly as fond of Lo'sa as he was... and now this one?

I have less family than you do. I'm pretty sure we'll see way more of Cion and Riasu than the rest.

Too many. I don't like any of them anyway. Perialith grumbled about his own clutchmates, easing himself down as Lo'sa took her seat- not really bothering to acknowledge Riasu outwardly. Of course he'd found a good one- the best one- but he didn't care to confirm this to her when it didn't concern her. She was not part of their bond. He bent in that aspect only as far as Cion went, anyone else was just... unimportant.

"He's not really social- not as much as some of them at the Feast were. Did you see some of them dancing?" A brief smile at the memory. Dragons dancing- not a sight she'd expected to see. "We're doing okay, though. Strange being shifted about, but we were both tired and slept well. How are you?"

[kevna]

Riasu - Candidate

She took the seat offered her, taking a good look around the weyrling quarters. She had been there before, during lessons, but for some reason knowing it housed family, it looked more austere. Not much for privacy, though weyrlings didn’t need much privacy either, at least the caverns were in better repair then the candidacy quarters which had the unlucky curse of flooding during the rainier seasons.

“Well, I won’t take much time then.” She heard his disgruntled voice in her head, and hid a smile behind another cursory glance around the barracks. Had Lo’qui and his younger kids already made introductions and overwhelmed the new brown? Cion surely had gotten along with Lo’sa’s new bondmate, but Lo’qui’s youngest kids could be overwhelming. His next comment to his bonded only made her surer that they had come and the shy brown had not enjoyed the attention. She nodded in understanding at her niece’s excuse for Perialith’s silence-one really couldn’t gauge when a dragon would talk to her or not, and again it made her uncomfortable, knowing that at least half the private conversation wasn’t actually so private, and they not knowing it…. She covered her discomfort with a smile and nodded at Lo’sa’s question,

“Yes, that goldeen, that’s what they are calling her right? She and the other two sure had a lot of creative energy. Never thought I’d see the day a dragon could dance. And if all dragons were that social we’d be living in chaos, we need dragons like Perialith to even out the tone of the weyr, bring some peace.” The last she said to Perialith with a grateful nod. There. A little compliment to see if she could soften him to her.

“Well, I’m glad to see you are settling in-and I’m good. I got my morning run in, and have another shift in the infirmary later. We have a poor dragon with a deep, wing membrane score, and he’s been our main focus. You can just hear the pain in his voice as we treat him.” Her smile saddened at the memory, and she had to refrain from shuddering.