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Nyaranau [HR] - 19 - she/her/hers - Rider/junior Weyrwoman of Gold Mictecath
Fuzzy-timed to month 6 of weyrlinghood…
It had only been a few days since they had moved in, but the freedom of having their own weyrs still unsettled the young queen… she missed having her clutchmates in such close proximity, of going to visit for cuddles if she wanted them… now the space on her ledge felt so big and so… uncosy. Whilst Nyara luxuriated in the comfort of her own privacy and large dwellings, Mictecath felt drawn… elsewhere.
She made her way to the lake, considering the possibilities of a swim, before glimpsing Eskharath near the shore. Her hearts thrummed with love, and she crooned as she picked up her pace and made her way towards him. Eskharath, my dearest brother! The gold exclaimed with unbridled delight, sitting beside him and touching her cheek to his in greeting. I am overjoyed to see you! How have you been? How is your new weyr? How is Yours? Endless enthusiasm wrapped around loving tones, and in her usual affectionate way she twined her tail with his (like it or not, she was his sister and there was no escaping her love and hugs).
She peered at her reflection in the lake, surprised to see how much they had changed and grown. Look at us… we’re so old, already… we’re almost fully-grown! Not really, but Mic was so excited to see him that perhaps she was being a bit silly. In a relative sense, their lives stretched out forever ahead of them, and they would be grown in the blink of an eye... but now- with such precious little memories behind them, they still had a world of growing to do.
Mr Cheri
For you. heart