| H'den reached as far up as he good to scratch Muneryth's head knobs. No luck, the dragon had just gotten to big to be cared for without assistance. H'den looked about for a stool, but Muneryth turned his head to one large eye was staring at his chosen. Oh, all right. I can't help it you're too short. And with that Muneryth swung his head down, so H'den could reach it more easily. H'den sighed and relieved his itching dragon. "Fardling dragon." He murmured affectionately, and Muneryth crooned and leaned into H'den. They were a good pair, H'den thought. Muneryth was absolutely perfect. You are happy I chose you? The dragon asked, obviously wanting some posative attention drawn to himself. Muneryth usually didn't insist on being noticed-and H'den was glad for it. But sometimes he enjoyed the loving feeling the dragon gave off when he was making a clown of himself. The large brown stopped crooning and lifted his massive head up, as if listening for something. "Mun?" H'den questioned, confused. But Muneryth didn't answer, instead he let out a challenging bugle so loud that H'den had to cover his ears and was almost thrown back in his attempt to get away from the noise. "Muneryth!" H'den yelled as the dragon's roar quieted, but the dragon didn't listen. He pranced about eagerly and nudged at H'den with his nose. H'den was confused, but he needn't have been, it was obvious why Muneryth was acting the way he was. And Muneryth soon explained. She rises! "You great bloody wherry! Who rises?" H'den demaned, and Muneryth rumbled. Niayith. She rises. I will chase her, I will catch her! Muneryth bugled once more, a higher sounding one this time, but loud. H'den covered his ears again. "Niayith? The gold rising at Falas?" Muneryth's answer was non-verbal, but definately an affirmative. "Cripes Muneryth, we don't belong to Falas." Muneryth rumbled again, and then calmed into a sort of half-creeling half-crooning sort of noise. H'den was terribly confused. She doesn't rise yet, but very soon H'den. I have liked watching her, I shall enjoy chasing her. May we go? H'den knew he didn't have the right to stop his dragon from participating in flights, especially a smaller dragon flight. "Muneryth, is this to prove that you don't have to stay bonded with someone if you have children? A gold will clutch Mun, are you aware of that?" No. Muneryth retorted sarcastically, and then began crooning again. Please H'den? H'den looked about, confused and unsure. Did he really want to be with a goldrider? He felt bad enough when a greenrider had rejected him. Did he have the stamina to keep going like this? Without a permenant mate? He didn't care for Niayth's rider, what was her name? Dylza? Yes, that was it. He didn't care that much for Dlyza, just like he hadn't care to much for Fasindi. "Well..." H'den began. Afterall, there was a great chance than not that Muneryth wouldn't catch Niayith. And if he did... I will. Muneryth put in firmly, and then looked out over the ledge of his weyr. H'den sighed, kicked at some dirt for a moment, and then patted Muneryth affectionately. "When does she rise love? Today?" No. Muneryth said. But very, very soon. Tomorrow perhaps, or the day after. We will fight Thread today, and go to the other Weyr tomorrow? "Fine." H'den mumbled, getting aggrivated. "Whatever." Thank you. And Muneryth let out another challenging bugle. |
| H'den looked out over the mountains tops as the red star rose on the horizon. Thread was coming. Muneryth sensed it too, despite the fact the brown was sleeping, and fidgeted. This was going to be their first fall as wingseconds, and H'den was nervous. It wasn't fair that so much responsibility was going to be laid on him, but then again, life wasn't always fair. He supposed he'd take his duty more seriously than T'ramt, who would undoubtidly forget his job was soon as he was needed most. Whatever possessed a brown to choose a man like that....H'den shook his head. Sometimes he didn't understand the choices dragons made. Sometimes he didn't understand why Muneryth chose him at all. "H'den?" A tiny voice queried from the doorway, and H'den turned to see a small boy standing there. H'den smiled at Hamindar, and motioned him to come forward. Fasindi had insisted that this boy was H'den own, from her green's mating flight. H'den didn't have the heart not to believe her, especially when he cared about this boy so much. The boy was named accordingly, using both parents names, and he was fostered to the assistant Headwoman at the Weyr. "What's up Darry." H'den asked, using the boy's nickname, and the young, four turns old child, smiled widely. "Ma says that there's a meeting in a few minutes, and I should come tell you." "Ma?" The young boy referred to both his birth mother and foster mother as "ma". "Fasini Ma." Hamindar corrected, and peeked around H'den's waist to look at the sleeping brown dragon. "Can I touch him?" The boy's voice was so pleading that H'den laughed, and was willing to wake the brown up. Muneryth? Can you wake up a bit? Someone here wants to see you." Wha...? The brown's reply was sleepy and confused. Oh, yes. And the brown dragon lifted his neck gracefully, stretching out the cricks as he did. He yawned, his jaws wide enough to swallow the young boy hole, and he moved his wings a bit too. It wasn't a show for attention, it was just a morning stretch, but the boy was awed by it anyway. "Wow." He murmured, and without waiting for permission darted forward towards the dragon. Muneryth swung his massive head down towards the boy, and woofed at him. Hamindar squeeled with delight and touched the brown's jaw. Muneryth rumbled approvingly, and H'den was pleased to see the boy didn't jump back. Even if he didn't have the mate he wanted, he still had their child. Why would you want her as your mate? Muneryth asked as snuffed at the child. She doesn't love you, and you don't love her. Children should not bond your together. You might think differently if you fly a gold and you have children with her. H'den said, and he felt Muneryth's laughing rejection of the thougth. Why? You stay with your mate as she clutches, you care for her and protect her and watch over her. But if you feel no love for her, you do not stay, and her next flight will only show that more. Muneryth said proudly, and he lifted his head away from the tiny, eager hands. I itch H'den. H'den rolled his eyes, wondering when Muneryth got to be so wise. I always was. The brown said. I just had to grow into it before you realized it. Muneryth rumbled and Darry laughed at him. "He's laughing H'den! Look!" H'den smiled at his son and patted Darry's head. "Of course he is. He's happy that you petted him." "He is?" The boy's voice was incredulous, and his eyes were wide with shock. He suddenly took on an air of superiority and looked disdainfully at the brown. "Well, he should be. I'll be a bronzerider someday!" And the boy darted out of the weyr leaving his father and his father's dragon looking after him. After a moment H'den sighed and shrugged. "I suppose that'll be good." And he turned his attention to Muneryth, who seemed pleased for some reason. Yes. The brown said. It will be a day. H'den was left pondering what that was supposed to mean as he relieved Muneryth's itching head. |
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