Subtlety Snooping (Open to All)
Nov 15, 2015 18:56:11 GMT -8
Post by Persephone on Nov 15, 2015 18:56:11 GMT -8
|♦|Praxidera|♦|
In a weyr desperate for candidates and riders in general Praxidera was beginning to find that even despite expectations of manual labor there was plenty of opportunity to take stock of her surroundings. She carried the trappings of one sent to do inventory, and in a way she was thought it was for her own benefit and knowledge rather than an official task she had been assigned. In fact, she was a little worried she was beginning to stretch herself too thin. Eriseth was a handful and many had made it clear that her dragon was meant to be the focus of her life, and in early stages they needed especial care. It wasn't a duty she shirked, but instead of trying to balance the feeding, bathing, oiling in a way that was beneficial to her own rest she had been trying to accomplish other things. She had helped care for her brother before his death and taking care of Eriseth was much the same, but the exhaustion caught her off guard as it was like caring of a child and an animal all in one. The first sevenday after impression was a blur of sleep and feeding and oiling that all ran together, but as Eriseth grew so did her freedom and she had begun to marshal her energy for the important things. She wanted to learn every nook and cranny of the weyr and this was a start. Her erratic sleep schedule had its perks as well. She had begun to observe and take note of the scheduling of the weyr. Praxidera was certain she would continue to be monitored, but a sure fire tether to the weyr was Eriseth. Until he was fully grown and trained, leaving wasn't an option, and considering the suppose sway a queen ranked dragon could have over the smaller dragons her opportunities might be scarce though she certainly had some ideas on that matter as well.
Thinking of Eriseth put in her mind the idea of a warm hearth. A fierce love and loyalty that she wasn't sure she ever recalled feeling for anyone else. She knew he was slumbering peacefully after a fierce oiling session. Sometimes the level of attachment still startled and amazed her in a way that brought further fond feelings, but in some ways that brought uncomfortable thoughts. Praxidera wondered if her fellow weyrlings especially those rapturous converts to 'the way of the weyr' fully understood the enormity of responsibility that rested on their young shoulders (some younger than others). She was grateful that when Eriseth was awake that they were consumed with one another as she had no desire to burden a relative child with the dark thoughts that aided in her sleeplessness. It didn't matter the creature comforts she had been afforded when she had a discomfort of the way things were in general. A feeling that was hard to describe except in terms of a sort of malaise that fell over her when she had nothing better to occupy her mind.
Praxidera pressed on in her curiosity, taking her time to briefly explore any rooms that were open to her, mentally noting those that would require a closer look at a later time when she had more leisure. She was more interested in a general assessment at this juncture. Information was always valuable it was just finding the person who sought the information one had. It sounded more difficult than it was, and in a way it was a delicate game. A little give and take was often required, and sometimes the proper information with a little misinformation sprinkled in could be worth more than the whole truth. She made a few notes regarding a most promising bit of archives and continued on, hoping she wouldn't run into anyone that would give her grief. She didn't particularly mingle and didn't think her reputation preceded her terribly thus far, except for trying to hide from the hatching eggs. None of the weyrlings had much time on their hands so she felt confident in her ability to talk her way out of any sticky situations, being 'lost' was always an option at this stage as well. Praxidera paused to check on Eriseth, still sleeping deeply, she had some time yet.
Thinking of Eriseth put in her mind the idea of a warm hearth. A fierce love and loyalty that she wasn't sure she ever recalled feeling for anyone else. She knew he was slumbering peacefully after a fierce oiling session. Sometimes the level of attachment still startled and amazed her in a way that brought further fond feelings, but in some ways that brought uncomfortable thoughts. Praxidera wondered if her fellow weyrlings especially those rapturous converts to 'the way of the weyr' fully understood the enormity of responsibility that rested on their young shoulders (some younger than others). She was grateful that when Eriseth was awake that they were consumed with one another as she had no desire to burden a relative child with the dark thoughts that aided in her sleeplessness. It didn't matter the creature comforts she had been afforded when she had a discomfort of the way things were in general. A feeling that was hard to describe except in terms of a sort of malaise that fell over her when she had nothing better to occupy her mind.
Praxidera pressed on in her curiosity, taking her time to briefly explore any rooms that were open to her, mentally noting those that would require a closer look at a later time when she had more leisure. She was more interested in a general assessment at this juncture. Information was always valuable it was just finding the person who sought the information one had. It sounded more difficult than it was, and in a way it was a delicate game. A little give and take was often required, and sometimes the proper information with a little misinformation sprinkled in could be worth more than the whole truth. She made a few notes regarding a most promising bit of archives and continued on, hoping she wouldn't run into anyone that would give her grief. She didn't particularly mingle and didn't think her reputation preceded her terribly thus far, except for trying to hide from the hatching eggs. None of the weyrlings had much time on their hands so she felt confident in her ability to talk her way out of any sticky situations, being 'lost' was always an option at this stage as well. Praxidera paused to check on Eriseth, still sleeping deeply, she had some time yet.
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