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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2018 8:17 am
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A small pack lay open, its contents strewn across the corridor. Yunara gasped when she saw it, a hand covering her mouth. "Th-that's mine," she said softly, her cheeks flushed with shame as she darted over to retrieve the bag. As she hurried to hide away all of her belongings, a pair of riders stood over her, each staring down with a look of scorn.
"Then you and it can leave, girl. High Reaches has had enough guests outstay their welcome."
Tears sprung, unbidden, to her eyes. "But ... I don't..."
"No excuses. You're not welcome. Now get out before I'm forced to toss you out."
She did cry then. Silently. Ashamed. Afraid. For where would she go? She had given up her inheritance to help his lordship search for his family. Where could she go, now that her cousin had charge of the teashop? The only world she'd ever known. Karou had found his very own dragon. She'd. She'd probably never see him again. What was she now but a holdless girl, unwanted even in the Weyr that had taken away her only friend?
"Hey now, no need in making a fuss. You're not allowed to stay. Simple as that."
The small young woman knelt on the floor with one battered pack was not a threatening sight, but she and her tears made the riders uncomfortable. But Yunara couldn't stop crying. They were going to throw her out. Well. She. She didn't know where to go.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2018 9:13 am
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Absorbed. That is what K'rou and his dragon were in this quiet moment between events. In the privacy afforded them while K'rou changed into his best clothes for the feast, Cadereth lay at his feet, one forearm hooked around his leg and the rest of his length curled about the man's ankles in a possessive circle. Their minds were in constant rapport, their earlier clash of wills forgotten. Cadereth awakened such fervor in the man, unlike anything he had ever felt on his own. He wanted to move, yet also to settle and take root. To flourish. It was almost too much.
His steps were fast and full of purpose, his eyes bright as the pair strode toward the dining hall. In fact, so focused on his destination was K'rou that he nearly walked right by the confrontation that was taking place between two discomfited riders and a certain small, harmless woman. It was the bristling of his own dragon that brought the scene to the fore of his attention.
He instantly had a premonition of what was happening, and went directly to join the small gathering, Cadereth reluctantly following. “Gentlemen,” he said by way of greeting. “What seems to be the problem?” He turned to Yunara. “Are you hurt?”
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2018 4:04 pm
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Putting his arm around the girl, K’rou murmured a quiet agreement. "Yes, Ara, dearest... you should have spoken up. Now you’ve been upset.”
Beside him, Cadereth’s eyes were whirling full red, his wings mantled, for the dragonet sensed his lifemate’s ire long before he let it show outwardly. It was the other rider’s next question that brought it out full bore. K’rou’s gaze snapped to the outspoken one, his face going completely cold.
“You’ve twice now insulted an honest woman in front of her husband.” Softly, he placed a hand to the back of her head, cupping her protectively to his chest as if trying to shield her from the other’s words. “Never mind a harmless little lady who couldn't hurt a thing. You, on the other hand, might have done well to have left with the Westerners.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2018 4:41 pm
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At this point, the other rider had had enough. He interjected, pushing his 'friend' back. "Apologies, Bronzerider K'rou. We'll make sure that your lady wife is given proper lodging as befits a bronzerider's wife. Won't we, S'vel?"
When the first rider was silent a moment, his companion elbowed his side. "Er. Yes, of course. Off we go, then." For it had finally dawned on S'vel that he might've made an enemy of someone who might one day be quite important. A weyrling certainly did not outrank him, but K'rou would not be in training forever.
As the two riders turned to leave, Yunara peered up at K'rou with wide, incredulous eyes. The tears had left tracks on her cheeks, but she otherwise showed little sign that they'd done her harm. She didn't know what to say.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 10:57 am
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Her hasty exit was… unexpected. K’rou watched her go, brows furrowed.
Cadereth looked at his rider, then at the closed door, fully aware of what was taking place on the other side of it. Wisps of light green flickered in his otherwise red eyes, and he let out a whuffling laugh. This was… delicious. K’rou was no fool, but in particular matters such as this, he was clearly as dimwitted as a bovine. His confusion at the girl’s response to the rescue was complete for a long moment before he swept it away, pushing it into a little compartment within his mind.
“Come, Cadereth, we’re about to be late.”
The dragonet needed no further invitation. With another hiss toward the room where the spare had gone, he pressed close to K’rou’s leg and moved on with him toward the dining hall.
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