Dizzy
Ordered Chaos
Black Between... All is Naught... Save for fragile Dragonwing
Lead, Follow, or get the Fall outta the Way.
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Post by Dizzy on May 11, 2006 22:06:04 GMT -5
“It is Savath’s choice, not my own. Everyone seems to think I have some say in the matter, I don’t.” Kyparla stifled, choked down her crying and moved a little ways away from Merda. “The strongest and most clever will fly her, that is who I will back… As for E’mion. He is a good enough leader I suppose, it’s just that he and his wing Helios are wild cards… The men are well trained, disciplined, but that is only when they are in the air or in his presence. They work hard, but they ‘play’ even harder. They are rash in their actions. A’dan chose G’llahar for a reason, a reason that I tend to agree with. He is cool headed for the most part, deliberate in what he does. He thinks things through. He will handle the transition well when we go back North.”
Getting herself under control, a half smile turned up one corner of her lips. “I agree. It is a time to celebrate. I have wanted a child… I love my nieces and nephews, my younger brothers and sisters. It doesn’t matter who the father is really. As a rider he wouldn’t be there…” The redhead kept telling this to herself, only half believing it though. “Wine? I think I might have a skin somewhere around here.” Rising to her feet, Kyparla smoothed the skirt that wrapped around her curves… she was finding that the leather flight pants were starting to get too uncomfortable to wear.
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Post by Memorie on May 11, 2006 22:11:44 GMT -5
Merda raised an eyebrow. The girl was being weak, but nothing Merda could say would change her mind against her opinion. A man convinced again his will is of his own opinion still.
So don't try. You have to let her learn on her own. She is a Weyrwoman, not a child, Caliath said. Merda was surprised by her dragon's boldness.
You're right, of course.
Of course I am.
"No, no wine dear. I haven't had enough water to keep the wine from drying my old bones out," replied Merda to Kyparla's offer. "If you had some more of this juice, though, and maybe some spare meatrolls for an old woman, however..." the Weyrwoman trailed off slyly.
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Dizzy
Ordered Chaos
Black Between... All is Naught... Save for fragile Dragonwing
Lead, Follow, or get the Fall outta the Way.
Posts: 928
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Post by Dizzy on May 11, 2006 22:30:14 GMT -5
Kyparla gave a small chuckle at the Weyrwoman's words, running a hand over her thick braid. "I think I can handle that." Turning to the sleeping small bronze curled neatly around the cold candle stick on her desk, the short woman woke him. She fixed one of the cook's assistants face in her mind, projecting it to Rico and tied the token that requested food for her weyr to his hind leg. The firelizard gave a scolding squawk, protesting. The woman laughed as her stomach gave a rumble. "Maybe he will get the message to the kitchens... If we don't get something to eat in a fourth of a candle mark, I'll go myself." Seating herself back at her desk, "Really, Merda, I am usually not so... emotional. I apologize. Perhaps we should discuss who you wanted to send to Lateo for training?"
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