Post by Thorney on Nov 23, 2010 9:49:57 GMT -5
The shock still hadn’t worn off. Even now, a candlemark later, Raelwyn just stopped to stare at her dragon every few moments, trying to reassure herself that this was real. After four turns of standing time and time again only to be left alone afterwards…that had lent this moment such a surreal air, as if she was suddenly going to wake up and find out it was all a dream. Yet, Ellenath was too real to be a hallucination, every movement she made burned into the girl’s memory forever. Still, the harper was stunned, unable to believe that she of all people had Impressed a queen. Was she truly worthy of such a thing?
What a silly question, lovely. The gold laughed, her sweet, lilting mindvoice bringing a rush of warmth to the girl’s mind. If you were not worthy, I would not have chosen you. Simple enough, yes?
A smile curved the harper’s lips upon those words, and she turned, wrapping her arms around the dragon’s neck gently. “Oh Ellenath, I love you. I love you so much!” She whispered fiercely, overwhelmed by too many emotions to name. She was elated, euphoric even, reveling in the feeling of being bonded to such an amazing creature. However, Raelwyn was also numb in a way, still reeling from the shock of Impressing a queen, wondering how she could possibly be fit for so lovely a dragoness when she herself had been deemed unworthy for over four turns now.
Crooning lowly, bowing her head slightly so her nose was touching her rider’s shoulder, Ellenath sent the girl loving, reassuring thoughts. Do not be so foolish, my love. You did not Impress because you were destined for me. No other dragon would have dared take you from your Ellenath. Nuzzling Hers, the queen then straightened, her delicate wings rustling gently. Now then, finish packing my lovely, so that I may sleep and you may rest.
Pulling away from her dragon, Raelwyn nodded, still smiling softly at the gold. Somehow, Ellenath had a way of reassuring the girl, no matter how she was feeling. Scratching the queen’s eyeridges for a moment, the harper then turned, walking into the candidate barracks and into chaos. With so many Impressions, of course, the new weyrlings were rushing about madly to move their things to their new rooms, and she was among their number. The goldweyrling threaded through the crowd slowly, nodding and smiling whenever someone congratulated her, and returning the sentiment if the other had Impressed as well. Entering her old room, Raelwyn began settling the last of her possessions into her trunk, having already moved most of her things to her new room in the weyrling barracks. Of course, some of her furniture had been too difficult to move alone, but she suddenly had received more attention and aid than ever before. Several boys, many of which she didn’t even know, had offered her their assistance in moving her heavier belongings, packing her two tables and her mirror stand without complaint. It had opened her eyes to something else.
She was a queenrider now.
No matter who had ignored her or mocked her before, Raelwyn was suddenly an entirely different person, a girl who was destined to be Weyrwoman someday. Eventually, once weyrling training was past, she would inherit the burden of leadership, and would command the respect of all those in Cerulean. The revelation had nearly made her sick. Could she be Weyrwoman? Could she really run an entire weyr, stay strong in the face of whatever adversity came her way, and conduct herself with both dignity and understanding? Yes…she could, someday, she was sure, but until then, she needed Ellenath’s help. Now finally packed, Raelwyn grabbed one side of the trunk, and her old roommate grabbed the other, and together, the two girls packed it to the weyrling barracks, the young queen following them with delicate steps. Tydus and Cloud darted overhead, trilling and bugling excitedly. Finally, the two reached her room, and dropped the trunk at the foot of the bed. Biding her friend farewell, the harper turned to survey the clutter of objects. The furniture was set how she wanted, but her belongings were strewn everywhere. She would have to get unpacked as soon as the hatching feast was over, that was certain, as her inner organization freak was going ballistic at the state of her room.
This room was, however, much larger than the one she shared in the candidate barracks, and this one was hers alone. Hers and Ellenath’s. Well, no…hers, Ellenath’s, Tydus’s, and Cloud’s, she thought with a giggle. Glancing over, she saw her brown settling on the new pillow, but her bronze was fluttering around Ellenath, causing the harper to grin. Anyone who knew the little flit was well aware of his love for female dragons, particularly those that glittered, and he was already enamored with her. Cloud, however, seemed a bit apathetic towards the large gold, still preferring Raelwyn’s company. It seemed she had lost her eternal bronze protector to the lovely queen, but her brown had taken his spot, just as vicious in his vigil of her.
Silly little creature. Ellenath comment with a good-natured huff, eyes whirling in amusement. She knew that Tydus admired her, and secretly she thought it was adorable, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing.
With a smile, the goldweyrling sat on her bed, beckoning to her dragon. Stepping delicately over, the queen settled next to the cot, resting her head in the girl’s lap. Raelwyn smiled tenderly, scratching her eyeridges with expert fingers, love and adoration coursing through her at the touch. Tydus and Cloud curled up on the bed nearby, the bronze closer to Ellenath while the brown was nestled against the harper. Right now, all four were perfectly content.
What a silly question, lovely. The gold laughed, her sweet, lilting mindvoice bringing a rush of warmth to the girl’s mind. If you were not worthy, I would not have chosen you. Simple enough, yes?
A smile curved the harper’s lips upon those words, and she turned, wrapping her arms around the dragon’s neck gently. “Oh Ellenath, I love you. I love you so much!” She whispered fiercely, overwhelmed by too many emotions to name. She was elated, euphoric even, reveling in the feeling of being bonded to such an amazing creature. However, Raelwyn was also numb in a way, still reeling from the shock of Impressing a queen, wondering how she could possibly be fit for so lovely a dragoness when she herself had been deemed unworthy for over four turns now.
Crooning lowly, bowing her head slightly so her nose was touching her rider’s shoulder, Ellenath sent the girl loving, reassuring thoughts. Do not be so foolish, my love. You did not Impress because you were destined for me. No other dragon would have dared take you from your Ellenath. Nuzzling Hers, the queen then straightened, her delicate wings rustling gently. Now then, finish packing my lovely, so that I may sleep and you may rest.
Pulling away from her dragon, Raelwyn nodded, still smiling softly at the gold. Somehow, Ellenath had a way of reassuring the girl, no matter how she was feeling. Scratching the queen’s eyeridges for a moment, the harper then turned, walking into the candidate barracks and into chaos. With so many Impressions, of course, the new weyrlings were rushing about madly to move their things to their new rooms, and she was among their number. The goldweyrling threaded through the crowd slowly, nodding and smiling whenever someone congratulated her, and returning the sentiment if the other had Impressed as well. Entering her old room, Raelwyn began settling the last of her possessions into her trunk, having already moved most of her things to her new room in the weyrling barracks. Of course, some of her furniture had been too difficult to move alone, but she suddenly had received more attention and aid than ever before. Several boys, many of which she didn’t even know, had offered her their assistance in moving her heavier belongings, packing her two tables and her mirror stand without complaint. It had opened her eyes to something else.
She was a queenrider now.
No matter who had ignored her or mocked her before, Raelwyn was suddenly an entirely different person, a girl who was destined to be Weyrwoman someday. Eventually, once weyrling training was past, she would inherit the burden of leadership, and would command the respect of all those in Cerulean. The revelation had nearly made her sick. Could she be Weyrwoman? Could she really run an entire weyr, stay strong in the face of whatever adversity came her way, and conduct herself with both dignity and understanding? Yes…she could, someday, she was sure, but until then, she needed Ellenath’s help. Now finally packed, Raelwyn grabbed one side of the trunk, and her old roommate grabbed the other, and together, the two girls packed it to the weyrling barracks, the young queen following them with delicate steps. Tydus and Cloud darted overhead, trilling and bugling excitedly. Finally, the two reached her room, and dropped the trunk at the foot of the bed. Biding her friend farewell, the harper turned to survey the clutter of objects. The furniture was set how she wanted, but her belongings were strewn everywhere. She would have to get unpacked as soon as the hatching feast was over, that was certain, as her inner organization freak was going ballistic at the state of her room.
This room was, however, much larger than the one she shared in the candidate barracks, and this one was hers alone. Hers and Ellenath’s. Well, no…hers, Ellenath’s, Tydus’s, and Cloud’s, she thought with a giggle. Glancing over, she saw her brown settling on the new pillow, but her bronze was fluttering around Ellenath, causing the harper to grin. Anyone who knew the little flit was well aware of his love for female dragons, particularly those that glittered, and he was already enamored with her. Cloud, however, seemed a bit apathetic towards the large gold, still preferring Raelwyn’s company. It seemed she had lost her eternal bronze protector to the lovely queen, but her brown had taken his spot, just as vicious in his vigil of her.
Silly little creature. Ellenath comment with a good-natured huff, eyes whirling in amusement. She knew that Tydus admired her, and secretly she thought it was adorable, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing.
With a smile, the goldweyrling sat on her bed, beckoning to her dragon. Stepping delicately over, the queen settled next to the cot, resting her head in the girl’s lap. Raelwyn smiled tenderly, scratching her eyeridges with expert fingers, love and adoration coursing through her at the touch. Tydus and Cloud curled up on the bed nearby, the bronze closer to Ellenath while the brown was nestled against the harper. Right now, all four were perfectly content.
