A New Home (Mem)

[LyricalBlue]

With her usual imperial manner, Nisurath surveyed the new, much larger residence. The dragon couch, which was built to hold a fully grown Queen, dwarfed the week old hatchling. Iaslia placed the last of her clothes down on a dresser and looked about as well. Nothing like a little elbow grease to get a place clean again. Well, maybe a lot of elbow grease. The place hadn't been used in what looked like a hundred turns.

This is much better than the barracks.
Nisurath swung her delicately proportioned head to look back at her partner. The gold had already grown, due to almost entirely either sleeping or eating. But she was still painfully thin, it seemed that Iaslia could not get enough food into the little queen.
"Much more room for both of us. And room for you to grow."

With an approving rumble, Nisurath settled down into the huge dragon bed and was fast asleep once again. Iaslia sighed, still leaning against the dresser. It seemed she could not look at the dragon long enough. She felt like she was as starving for the hatchling as Nisurath was for her food. Luckily though, just caring for the little gold kept her busy all day, every day. And she was told that was not going to stop for several months.

But now, right now, things were quiet and she could take a breather. As she looked around the weyr she decided it was entirely too sparse. Growing up in the Weyr meant that she'd never had many possessions to her name, outside of clothes. The table, the two chairs, even the bed had already been here. The mattress was new, as were the glows. But still, other than little Nisurath, there was nothing here yet that said that this place was hers.

Iaslia sighed and turned to organize what clothes she had in the dresser. Well, it would take time, but eventually this place would be a warm sanctuary. Right now at least, it held Nisurath and quiet; which were the top things on her list of priorities.

[fadingmemorie]

Gaelle struggled with her large, cumbersome burden and barked her shin as she turned a corner in the carved out hallways of the weyrwomen's weyrs. The Weyrwoman carried in her arms a large throw rug. It had pretty little designs of roses and gold dragons, and it was the first thing that Gaelle had been given when she and Aliath began their occupancy of the Weyrwoman's quarters. It chased away the boring utilitarianism of the weyr she occupied. Remembering how cheery it had made her feel when she felt so alone, Gaelle felt pressed to pass it on.

She approached the weyrling goldrider's door. Iaslia had taken her time choosing her new home with Nisurath, and for good reason. The little gold dragon seemed to require special care. And with so many weyrs to choose from, there was no reason for Iaslia to rush into a weyr she didn't like. Gaelle set down one end of the rug and raised a fist to the door.

Rap! Rap rap rap![/i]

"Iaslia, it's Gaelle," the Weyrwoman said, loud enough to hear through the thick wood, but soft enough not to yell.

[LyricalBlue]

When the knocks echoed through the door, Iaslia spun so fast she nearly fell over. She stumbled over and pulled open the heavy door to the weyr. Green eyes went wide when she caught sight of the huge bundle.
"Oh! Come in! Come in!"
Pulling open the door as far as she could, she made plenty of room for Gaelle to enter. She half hid behind it to avoid the enormous, brightly colored mass that was in Gaelle's arms.

What in the world was that anyway? She caught glimpses of gold and a pinkish red on the mass, but couldn't decipher what it was all bundled up like that. From the couch, Nisurath rumbled restlessly and cracked one blue whirling eye open to observe what the noise was all about. The pale gold did not move other than that and her eye quickly fluttered closed once more.

Iaslia paused long enough to look back at Nisurath, but by the time she had, the gold was already asleep once more. She swung her head back to Gaelle.
"Do you need a hand with that?"

[fadingmemorie]

"Actually, I should be asking you!" Gaelle giggled, dropping the rolled up mess onto the ground. It was a pretty rug, but lugging it along had mussed it up. "It is yours, after all." She smiled, and kicked it so it unrolled. The patterns of yellow-orange dragons (meant to be Queens) chasing red roses seemed to move with real-live movements as the rug bounced against the foot of Iaslia's bed and stopped. "I thought you might like some decoration," the Weyrwoman said, smiling and gesturing towards the rug.

She glanced at the weyrling queen. Pale gold hide shifted slowly as Nisurath breathed, glimmering in the glowlight. She looked so fragile and delicate, like a lake-flower, as though she might be as easily crushed. But Gaelle knew that lake-flowers had deep roots and could survive most anything, and she hoped the same was true of Aliath's daughter. "How is Nisurath faring?"

[LyricalBlue]

For the second time, Iaslia's mouth formed a small 'o' in surprise. She tilted her head to look over the dancing patterns on the rug, then turned to Gaelle with a broad smile. Iaslia bobbed her head in thanks, still grinning genuinely.
"Oh its lovely! Thank you!"

At the mention of Nisurath, the red head swung to face the gold as if afraid something might happen to her. Thankfully, the young gold was doing what all Weyrlings did best, sleeping. Iaslia let out a breath she hadn't really known she was holding. Her heart still lept into her throat every time she looked at the dragon.

"Shes fine I think. Mostly sleeping and eating. Phaedon says she's been growing all right, but shes still thin." Iaslia ran a hand through her hair, she couldn't shake the worries she had about the gold. Though she did her very best not to let the worry seap over through their bond. No doubt the last thing the Weyrling needed was a conflicted rider.