A Morning Stroll (Veltanna, Ce’rian, dragons)

[faesinger]

It was only a few days after they had hatched and already Veltanna was feeling worn out. She had never expected to be bonded to such an energetic and highly distractible dragon. It was testing all of her concentration to keep them both going in the same direction. Come on! Come on! Come on! You are going so sloooowwwwww! Moirath darted forward and back to Veltanna over and over as Veltanna simply walked down the path.

We aren’t in a rush to get anywhere. We can walk. For once.

I heard that! And why should we walk? Walking just uses time we could have to do something else! She darted around a corner to where Veltanna couldn’t see her. Veltanna had a momentary worry that Moirath wouldn’t come back this time. But she did. Just like every other time. Look! Moirath pulled Veltanna around the corner. It is Cythereath! She let go and bounced over to the other green. Cythereath! How are you? Isn’t it so much more interesting to be out of the egg?

Veltanna for her part greeted Ce’rian. She knew nothing about the man from Western and thought it better to be civil. At least until she could gauge his tolerance levels. “Good morning. How are you and your lovely green doing today?”

Uta

 

[Uta]

Ce’rian was still absolutely enraptured with his beautiful green. Every time he looked at her, he thought he might fall in love just a little more. She was perfection incarnate, from her pale hide, to her beautiful jeweled eyes. Everything about her was simply as it should be; while he had never imagined what sort of dragon he might Impress (if he Impressed at all) now that Cythereath was in his life, and shared his mind and heart, he could never, and would never, imagine anything else. She was his, and he was Hers, and that was how it would always be.

The boy still marveled at his match. He had heard that Impression was “indescribable” and that nothing compared to such a feeling. But now that he had Cythereath in his life, he couldn’t imagine life without her in it. Everything he aw was now colored by her; everything she felt, he felt. He shared in her joy, her sorrow, her pleasure, and her pain--and he would do everything in his power to ensure she had what she wanted. She was more than a best-friend; she was his everything. She would always come first, and there was nothing in this world he wouldn’t give to ensure she was happy.

It was early and the Weyrlings had yet to be assigned weekly chores the first few days. This early on they were expected to bond with Theirs and their fellow weyrlings and learn basic care, feeding, bathing, and oiling practice. Ce’rian, for one, was glad for the reprieve, no matter how short. The more time he could spend with his darling the better. So focused on her was he that the man didn’t hear the approach of Moirath or Hers until they were near upon them. Cythereath, for her part, stopped in her stroll to crane her neck at her darker coated sister.

Hello, Moirath. It is much better to be out of the egg, and to enjoy time with Mine and others. And oh, there were such lovely others with which to admire. Yes, Cythereath was young, but already she pined to better get to know all of her clutchmates. I trust you and Yours are well?

Ce’rian, for his part, didn’t know Veltanna or Moirath, but that was to be expected. He’d come from Western Weyr, and was still getting to know his way around High Reaches. Thankfully, being so enraptured with Cythereath meant his usual snap-judgments and haughty ways were tempered--for now. Ever polite, he gave a small bow, before letting his gaze slide back to Cythereath. He couldn’t help it. All he wanted to do was to better get to know her; to look at her; to love her. “Cythereath and I are doing well this brisk, autumn morning. What of you and Yours?” Moirath. That was the name he had heard Cythereath use.

”faesinger”