Much Ado About Golds and Greens [OPEN] Jun 28, 2012 13:10:40 GMT -5
Post by Zen on Jun 28, 2012 13:10:40 GMT -5
Talaria :: Green Tanith
Tanith gave a mighty yawn as she eyed her rider, clearly bored with this venture, if one could call it that, What are we doing here?
Talaria shot the Green a glare and turned back to the hatching sands, at which she stood upon the edge. There were no eggs… not yet… hadn’t been in over two turns now. Her nails bit painfully into her palms as her hands squeezed into fists. If only Prith had laid a Queen… if Tanith had been a Queen….
Tanith snorted, catching bits of her rider’s thoughts, Again? Well as you’ve so cleverly noticed my hide isn’t golden and gleaming, so why do you dwell upon it?
“I can dwell upon whatever I wish!” she threw back at her dragon. She normally refused to speak to the Green within her mind, preferring instead to shut her out and keep her away from her most intimate of sanctuaries.
What if something happened to Zalmaranth? She didn’t understand at all why Karredy and her Gold were even allowed to fly Threadfall. Zalmaranth was the only Queen Mavros had, and unlike when they lost Asurath and Liyath, Mirran was not like to invite them to another hatching if they lost Zalmaranth, and then where would they be? Queenless… they’d have to go begging back to the other Weyrleaders and be subject to whatever they decided after so brazenly refusing to obey their last commands. Not that she thought they should have. She didn’t think the other Weyrs had any business ordering them about like that and was quite proud when the Holdfolk elected not to accept Idris of Mirran as Lord Holder. She didn’t want any get from Mirran having any say in the goings-ons of Mavros, that’s for sure. But if they lost their Gold… she had a horrible feeling they would no longer be allowed to continue at Mavros… they would be split apart, sent to other Weyrs… surely….
She sighed and stepped onto the sands, walking forward slowly and glancing down around her. She scooped up a fragment of shell from one of Mavros’s only two hatchings, the last clutch that Asurath had ever laid. There were quite a few fragments like that…. As she thought about it, she recalled, Zalmaranth had hatched from that clutch. She wondered if any of the Queen’s golden shell remained on the sands and tossed the fragment in her hand away. Once they actually had some candidates, they could set them to work clearing the sands of broken shells before Zal's new clutch would be laid here. The fragments were generally sharp, and could cause injury to newly hatched dragonets.
Tanith shifted impatiently, Why do worry over all this nonsense? You are not a Goldrider and you shall never need to worry about the eggs of a Gold. We waste time here doing nothing when we could be flying or bathing or resting… or anything other than this dullness. Let the Gold’s rider worry about her.
Talaria was momentarily quite furious with her dragon for bringing up that ever so obvious fact; she was not a Goldrider, but instead raised a curious eyebrow toward the Green. Something she’d noticed… she didn’t think she could ever remember Tanith saying Zal’s name. She was just ‘the Gold’ to Tanith. And there was always the hint of some strange emotion that Tanith never expressed except when Zalmaranth came up in conversation. Jealousy. Jealousy that her rider might want Zalmaranth more than she wanted her, the lowly Green. It made Talaria strangely… sorry. She realized the thoughts she’d been having, how Zalmaranth was the most important dragon to Mavros at the moment… Tanith had followed those thoughts. The Gold, more important that her own dragon. No wonder she was being so touchy.
“I feel sorry for Karredy… that Gold has the most horrible temperament. She attacked her rider’s own sister for getting too close at her Hatching, you know. If you’d done that to my brother, well… I certainly would have had words for you then, but you’ve better sense than a Gold, it seems,” she turned back to Tanith, who lowered her head so her rider might rub her nose lightly in one of their exceedingly rare moments of affection. Talaria didn’t think she’d ever stop resenting Tanith for stealing away her great dreams… but if she was to Impress a Green rather a Gold, she definitely wanted that Green to be Tanith.
And who would want to be cooped up here for months, heavy with eggs and having to watch over them at all times of the day when there’s Thread to flame from the skies? the Green added, as if she needed to prove to her rider that riding a Green was most certainly better than riding Gold, and much more exciting by far.
The slightest of smiles crossed Talaria’s lips at that, “I suppose.”