Post by Hiko on Mar 26, 2013 14:00:59 GMT -5
Talera woke with a chill, the morning air still cool from the earlier evening's drop in temperature. Despite the cold, her sheets were drenched. Some night terror? Some persistent dream? No, she thought not. She felt too tense for it to have been a horror of the subconscious. Her dreams had never been the type to linger after waking.
So, then, what had stirred her?
The woman lurched out of her sheets and soft bedding and strode to the couch where her dragon lay. Aerroth was restless in her own sleep, her golden legs kicking out so vehemently that Talera had to sidestep in order to dodge an incoming paw. When she neared enough to the dragon's muzzle, the weyrwoman frowned at her beast.
She had been sleeping more often than not, as of late.
And the young gold was past due for her maiden flight.
“You little minx. What, were you waiting for better weather? The summer's almost over, you kno-”
Aerroth's eyes snapped open, red in a mix of absolute hunger and unadulterated frustration.
Roused from her slumber, the dragon knocked her lifemate over in her urge to leave the weyr, to hunt, to kill, and to fly.
Attempting to maintain a sense of composure over the bruises that would surely form with such a fall, Talera plucked herself off from the floor and followed her queen to the Bowl. Tugging at the thin robe about her shoulders, Talera hugged the cloth to herself, folding her arms under her chest in attempt to keep the remainder of the morning cold off her body. Had she had more time, she might have changed into something more appropriate. As it was, it wasn't as if she'd be keeping the attire on for much longer.
“Could've at least let me have my morning klah,” the woman muttered. Bleed the beasts only, Aerroth.
No! They are mine! I will eat them!
Eat, and you'll be too heavy to enjoy yourself in the air.
Then I will enjoy myself on the land! I hunger!
Eat, and no male will want you. If no one chases, how will the Weyr see you as the magnificent gold that you are?
The queen bellowed her rage at the very idea, but Talera grinned as she saw her lifemate leave the flesh of her kills alone.
Almost as soon as she'd forced herself onto the herd, Aerroth was off and into the sky, calling out to the bronzes and browns within her weyr, demanding their attendance.
Talera shivered.
This time, it wasn't the morning chill.
So, then, what had stirred her?
The woman lurched out of her sheets and soft bedding and strode to the couch where her dragon lay. Aerroth was restless in her own sleep, her golden legs kicking out so vehemently that Talera had to sidestep in order to dodge an incoming paw. When she neared enough to the dragon's muzzle, the weyrwoman frowned at her beast.
She had been sleeping more often than not, as of late.
And the young gold was past due for her maiden flight.
“You little minx. What, were you waiting for better weather? The summer's almost over, you kno-”
Aerroth's eyes snapped open, red in a mix of absolute hunger and unadulterated frustration.
Roused from her slumber, the dragon knocked her lifemate over in her urge to leave the weyr, to hunt, to kill, and to fly.
Attempting to maintain a sense of composure over the bruises that would surely form with such a fall, Talera plucked herself off from the floor and followed her queen to the Bowl. Tugging at the thin robe about her shoulders, Talera hugged the cloth to herself, folding her arms under her chest in attempt to keep the remainder of the morning cold off her body. Had she had more time, she might have changed into something more appropriate. As it was, it wasn't as if she'd be keeping the attire on for much longer.
“Could've at least let me have my morning klah,” the woman muttered. Bleed the beasts only, Aerroth.
No! They are mine! I will eat them!
Eat, and you'll be too heavy to enjoy yourself in the air.
Then I will enjoy myself on the land! I hunger!
Eat, and no male will want you. If no one chases, how will the Weyr see you as the magnificent gold that you are?
The queen bellowed her rage at the very idea, but Talera grinned as she saw her lifemate leave the flesh of her kills alone.
Almost as soon as she'd forced herself onto the herd, Aerroth was off and into the sky, calling out to the bronzes and browns within her weyr, demanding their attendance.
Talera shivered.
This time, it wasn't the morning chill.