Post by Rhush on Jan 13, 2018 0:50:37 GMT -5
10th Pass, 5th Turn, Late 11th Month
Srunae :: Gold DanovelithSrunae looked up from her desk and rubbed her eyes with a groan. Faranth… She thought, casting her gaze to the ceiling of her shared weyr for a bit of relief from the faded texts before her. The goldweyrling had been studying for candlemarks now, rereading calculations sheets, tithe inventories, external holds candidate searches and political guides in preparation for her graduation exams. The beastcrafter was caught somewhere between elated and irritated at the thought of her and Danovelith’s upcoming graduation – on one hand, in less than a month she would no longer have to deal with weyrling lessons, goldweyrling lessons, and any number of additional classes her superiors could throw at her, but on the other hand she had to cram like a hungry flitter crammed his face full of food to ensure her final marks were high enough to be satisfactory in her eyes…
In other words, she wanted to graduate top of the class.
The downside to this lofty goal though was an overall lack of interaction with the human race. Rather, she dealt with her dragon, the occasional cook, and sometimes her roommate, if the other goldweyrling so deigned it a decent idea to speak with her. Not to mention a sharding difficult time focusing on anything farther than a few hands away. A rather unsatisfactory sound left the beastcrafter weyrling as she focused on the ceiling above her, trying to increase the definition of a particularly odd chunk of rock to no avail. She looked back down at the books, papers, pamphlets, and other piles of knowledge amassed around her side of the weyr and finally stood up, reaching herself into a massive stretch that captured her golden dragon’s attention.
Srunae? Are you done?
For now. I need a break – my back is stiff and my legs are asleep.
Your legs are… asleep?
They’re sort of numb. It’s a figure of speech Dano.
Oh, I see. That makes sense then. Srunae chuckled and shook her head, reaching down to touch her toes for a beat before straightening. She needed to get out of her weyr and walk around for a while, to enjoy the breeze on her face and find some good company before she turned into a complete and total hermit, never leaving her weyr except for food and bath--
You already are a total hermit, love.
Well… I’m changing that right now. Danovelith chuffed and wrapped her bonded’s mind in a warm blanket of sunshine, the amusement in her mindvoice palpable. Srunae rolled her eyes and padded over to her bed to retrieve her boots and a jacket, all the while pondering what she should do for lunch and who to invite. Most of her weyrling class were studying just as much as she was, so they were out; she didn’t want to interrupt their cram time if they weren’t ready. What about A’zael? Srunae paused as she pulled on a boot, pondering the merits of meeting the Weyrleader for lunch. She and Danovelith were about to graduate, so if the Weyr wanted to try and ream her favorite bronzer about spending time with a weyrling, they could go shove between. She was allowed to visit with him if she so desired! They hadn’t really spent much time together in public since the whole hotpool incident, which thankfully much of the Weyr had come to forget about. Come to think of it, when was the last time she saw the man? A fortnight ago? Two fortnights ago? She blinked as she stood up from her bed, cocking her head to one side – had it really been that long since she saw him? Wait… hadn’t she seen him around the Weyr?
I believe Fath’s has been mostly cloistered to his weyr. Srunae spun around and stared at the practically full grown pale gold as she rose, mantling her marbled wings. Fath mentioned it to me earlier; he’s starting to grow worried. That… that wasn’t good. Srunae shrugged into her flight jacket and dashed over to her dragon, her long brown hair left unfettered for the time being. I’d better bring him some lunch then – I probably won’t be able to get him out of his weyr… She thought, a decision reinforced by a wave of agreement from Danovelith. It had been a while since she had heard the Weyrleader had basically disappeared outside of required appearances - the last time she could think of was back when she was a new weyrling, more than a turn ago, when they had shared a meal together in the Dining Caverns. A'zael had been so stressed... perhaps another meal with him would have the same effect as it did before? He had seemed so much more energized after their encounter back then. She would have to bring him something good this time - something other than fish soup.
In less than half a candlemark, the pair were fluttering in for a landing on Fath’s ledge, Srunae balancing a large food-stuffed leather bag in her lap and a container full of klah at her hip as Danovelith announced their arrival to A'zael's silly bronze. Fath dear? We’re here to visit with You and Yours. The beastcrafter very carefully slid down her dragon’s body to the ground with her bags in hand, then hefted the pack over her shoulder as she peeked into A’zael’s weyproper before actually entering. "A’zael? I brought lunch?” She said curiously, a hint of amusement in her voice as she looked around his Weyr for the first time in nearly a month. Was he even home...? Maybe he was sleeping...
Zen