|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2020 11:12 am
|
|
|
|
Having missed the latest threadfall had chaffed at Zenobiath ever so slightly, but she understood why. Her Rider was near time to birth, and she now was watching her beloved children, nearly grown, all beautifully coming in to their own. Her Green daughters would rise any day now, ad the thought was almost maddening. It had seemed only yesterday that she'd been turning those shells and watching her little ones tumble out in to the world. From her perch today, high on a ledge, she had watched the Weyrlings working. It was all of them she wanted to love and spend time with, but one in particular Zenobiath remembered....and wished for a special moment with. Gently the Golden mind reached out to brush a blue one, her tail tucking around her legs.
...Dearest Cordeth...My darling son...Would you come to me? Would you spend a moment with your mother? You're getting so big now, and I would have a second with my son. It was true. Zenobiath's hearts beat for her children. While she might well believe truly in the color heirarchy of High Reaches, each of her children were as precious as a gem.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2020 1:21 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2020 5:25 pm
|
|
|
|
It was not a difficult thing to find mama, and he joined her on the ledge, tentatively sitting beside her under the shelter of her lifted wing. Is...this, ok? I’m not in the way? While he had been working on it with His, there were moments when the little blue still felt nervous. Was still insecure.
T’ry could sense the little blue’s uncertainty and sent him waves of reassurance and love. She invited you, Love. Your mama wants you there. You have every right to her time. If you want to cuddle with her, you can. It’s ok.
With the reassurance of His, he leaned a little closer. Soaking up any warmth and affection she was willing to offer. He could still remember the panic of the Hatching, the terror he had felt when he was so sure that he might not be enough. When he had felt the cold clutch of Between as it wrapped around his hearts. How could he talk to his mama about that? It was in the past, and it shouldn’t matter anymore. So he focused on what he felt he could answer.
Things are well. Drills are difficult, but Mine and I… we work hard. We’ll be ready to join in on Threadfall when it is our time. They weren’t the best by far, but nor were they the worst. They worked hard and could be counted on to do their duty. And that was what was most important, right?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|