Post by Ruby on Feb 5, 2012 4:53:14 GMT -5
It had gotten dark. Not that you could really tell, in the flightrooms with their adjoining ledge, where Nitrath was curled up with Weith, sleeping off her flight and still glowing like a miniature Rukbat. She provided more than enough light to wake Caden, who was normally up when the sun first peeked over the horizon.
The Junior Weyrwoman woke on her stomach, which was odd in the first place. Usually she slept on her back, ready to leap up at a moment's notice. One arm was slung across something warm, and her shoulders ached. She woke slowly, which was also rare, one eye slitting open just enough for her to realize she had a headache. Dehydrated, probably. Her whole mouth felt dry, so that seemed likely. There was something wrong with the light, too. She'd assume she was sick (not that Caden ever got sick) except that there was the most ridiculously pleased, languorous feeling coming from Nitrath, and surely her Gold would be worrying if there was something wrong with her. Therefore, she must be fine.
Not to mention the Bronze. Ah. Right.
Flight had happened, Caden had survived it. Gingerly, she withdrew her arm, scrunching her face up in pain. It wasn't her pain, of course, but phantom soreness from Nitrath, so Caden accepted it wholeheartedly. Anything she could do to make her Gold hurt less was fine by her. Once the arm was free, the girl flopped over onto her back, shoving her hair off her forehead. It was short, messy, and stiff with dried sweat, which couldn't help her be more attractive. That had never been an issue for her before - even Mo'rya's fussing about her appearance hadn't made her self conscious - but all of a sudden she was. She'd been aware of R'men before this (Nitrath had made her aware of all the bronzeriders), but she'd never met the man. What if he didn't like her?
Nitrath wasn't even awake to tell her what a stupid thought that was.
Well, there was one way to avoid finding out what he thought of her: she could get out of here as soon as possible. Most of her clothes seemed to be missing, although the only thing she could remember taking off was her jacket, but once she levered herself up (ow ow ow) and started searching, things started to show up. She was still wearing her necklace, though; silver wire around a gemstone, one of a kind. A gift from Er'ani. On second though, maybe that was a bad thing to wear to her flight, but she hadn't exactly been given a lot of time to prepare, and she wore it almost all of the time. It was the only piece of jewelry someone didn't have to force onto her, but she also hid it under necklines almost constantly. Ah, there was her shirt, under the - "Crap," she yelped, pulling her foot up into one hand, massaging the toe she'd stubbed on some hard thing under a blanket. Oops. Probably woke up her Bronze.
The Junior Weyrwoman woke on her stomach, which was odd in the first place. Usually she slept on her back, ready to leap up at a moment's notice. One arm was slung across something warm, and her shoulders ached. She woke slowly, which was also rare, one eye slitting open just enough for her to realize she had a headache. Dehydrated, probably. Her whole mouth felt dry, so that seemed likely. There was something wrong with the light, too. She'd assume she was sick (not that Caden ever got sick) except that there was the most ridiculously pleased, languorous feeling coming from Nitrath, and surely her Gold would be worrying if there was something wrong with her. Therefore, she must be fine.
Not to mention the Bronze. Ah. Right.
Flight had happened, Caden had survived it. Gingerly, she withdrew her arm, scrunching her face up in pain. It wasn't her pain, of course, but phantom soreness from Nitrath, so Caden accepted it wholeheartedly. Anything she could do to make her Gold hurt less was fine by her. Once the arm was free, the girl flopped over onto her back, shoving her hair off her forehead. It was short, messy, and stiff with dried sweat, which couldn't help her be more attractive. That had never been an issue for her before - even Mo'rya's fussing about her appearance hadn't made her self conscious - but all of a sudden she was. She'd been aware of R'men before this (Nitrath had made her aware of all the bronzeriders), but she'd never met the man. What if he didn't like her?
Nitrath wasn't even awake to tell her what a stupid thought that was.
Well, there was one way to avoid finding out what he thought of her: she could get out of here as soon as possible. Most of her clothes seemed to be missing, although the only thing she could remember taking off was her jacket, but once she levered herself up (ow ow ow) and started searching, things started to show up. She was still wearing her necklace, though; silver wire around a gemstone, one of a kind. A gift from Er'ani. On second though, maybe that was a bad thing to wear to her flight, but she hadn't exactly been given a lot of time to prepare, and she wore it almost all of the time. It was the only piece of jewelry someone didn't have to force onto her, but she also hid it under necklines almost constantly. Ah, there was her shirt, under the - "Crap," she yelped, pulling her foot up into one hand, massaging the toe she'd stubbed on some hard thing under a blanket. Oops. Probably woke up her Bronze.