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Nyaranau [HR] - 19 - she/her/hers - Weyrling of Gold Mictecath
How brilliantly shone their home, gilded by a sun so warm it carried a promise of summer on its breath. Tiny figures like ants flitted to and fro far down below, whilst a wing engaged in drills on the other side of the bowl. Mictecath surveyed the Weyr with a queenly air far more appropriate of a senior gold. Pride and love for High Reaches blossomed within her chest, rippling outwards, suffusing the shared bond with a radiant glow of affection and energy.
It’s beautiful. It always is. Nyara remarked, her thoughts uncharacteristically soft and gentle.
Mictecath crooned, a musical sound her rider heard despite the physical distance that separated them. Nyaranau looked up, picking out the pale young queen on the heights. A loving, tender smile spread across her face; it was the same gushing feeling that she had experienced when those rainbow eyes looked into her soul. A torrential current of love and devotion swept them away, just like the very first moment their minds met. She felt Mictecath’s mental presence tighten around her mind, just as she too pulled closer to her dragon, sharing in every sense, the wind against their hide, the sunshine on their back, that fierce pride and love for their home…
Nyara bent her head, mastering the emotion that left her vulnerable in public. Mictecath was a gift she had never expected- Impression… and, well… the bond that coursed between them now… no matter how many lessons she had attended as a candidate, words could not impart the true and full meaning of a rider and a dragon’s love for each other. She dashed away a few happy tears, chuckling at her own self-perceived weakness.
My dearest Nyara, do not cry so. Maternal and nurturing, Mic wrapped herself around her rider, in an attempt to mentally dry those tears.
I’m not… well, at least… not out of sadness. I’m happy, you silly mother-wherry. Anyways, weren’t you meant to be flying? Stop being all sentimental on me- I can’t get my work done! Nyara teased back, giving her dragon an affectionate nudge. She turned her gaze on the straps before her, needle and thread in hand.
Very well. I’m certain you’ll be fine down there, but if you would like to fly with me again...
Well, we’d get in trouble if we did it unsupervised…
I had no plans on flying unsupervised! There was a bubbling note of excitement- which, in Mic-speak, meant that she was going to chase someone down to help her. Nyara raised an eyebrow, but she did not have to wait long for an explanation. Mama! Mama! It’s such a beautiful day! Shall we go flying together? Her childlike jubilation was sweet and touching, if slightly babyish. When it came to Fianth and Krahsujunth, she became quite like a kitten or puppy- neediness and love in one (now big) ball of gold dragon.
I have much to learn before I am a great flier, and who better to learn from than my most beloved mama? Nyara smiled as she applied herself to her work- Mic’s words might have sounded unbearably saccharine, coming from anyone else. But it was her, so they were spoke with a purity and earnestness that only the cuddly, affectionate gold could achieve.
Uta
Tada! Sorry for the awfulness! But we got there in the end haha.