[PRP] Beauty Beheld [Mic/Nya/Melka]

[Sweet Symmetry]

Uta

Nyara yawned as she stretched, the sun barely peeking through the curtains of her weyr. Darling hearts? She reached out to her dragon, rousing her from her semi-slumber. Mictecath was extremely content cuddling whomever graced her ledge that morning, and the young lady knew her attention was at least always half on the sands now. The flight had done her dragon good, and the upcoming clutch… well, to say the gold was excited was an understatement. She had insisted on cuddling with all of her favourite dragons, and Nya was sure she was promising time to all of the future aunties and uncles. Happiness didn’t even begin to capture Mic’s euphoria. We’re going to meet a friend at the lake. Shall I ride on your back?

You may. She acquiesced, and the young woman slipped into shorts and shirt. It was getting warm already, and she was excited they were going to cool down. She grabbed a pot and scrubbing brush and vaulted onto her dragon, greeting her companion with a hearty hello. Mictecath swept from the ledge in a beat of wings, and drifted lazily down through the bowl towards the lakefront. Who are we meeting?

I asked the Candidatemaster if I could work with Melka today. Nyara slid down, bucket and brush in hand. She grinned, patting Mictecath’s forearm with love.

Ah, I’m so glad to hear that! She peered around the lake as if expecting to see the former courtesan shimmy into sight. Her eyes whirled a contented blue-green. Do you think she’s as excited as we are? Nyara grinned at the question, knowing full-well she wasn’t referring to the workday ahead; Nya had her suspicions that her dragon wished for Melka to become very familiar with her children.

You haven’t even clutched yet. She teased, slapping Mic’s leg as she set down the bucket. Patience, you golden mountain. Mictecath wiggled a little, plodding out into the shallows in anticipation of the bath to come.  

[Uta]

The Candidate Barracks were a buzz with activity after the most recent gold flight. While there was still plenty of time before a Hatching would be imminent, the promise of what the next few months would bring had every Candidate speculating. Melka, of course, was no exception. Mictecath and Anakumath's hatching had been her very first almost three Turns prior. To say she had been smitten by both of the queens was an understatement--and while neither had found what they were looking for in her-- Melka was relatively patient.

Did she expect to Impress a queen? Hardly! But like any Candidate Searched, she wasn't going to deny the fact that the idea of one intrigued her. She had always desired the best of the best--the life of a gold rider would suit her more comfortable than that of a fighting dragon. That said, the greens of the Weyr were understated gems, some of them fierce, and others delicate and sweet. Her personal lifestyle would certainly fit that of a green easily-- especially if she found one as flirtatious as she. And if a blue, brown, or white chose her, she could never turn away such a precious face. Honestly, all Melka knew was that she hoped to Impress. Whoever her lifemate might be was up to the and well out of her hand. Surely, her sister and she would someday meet their match, and until then, Melka would enjoy her time at the Weyr and the life of a Candidate.

She'd been tasked this morning to work with Nyara and Mictecath, likely helping bathe and oil the large queen. Getting to work one-on-one with riders and dragons was one of her favorite assignments, and the dark skinned gold rider and she had always gotten on amicably. She was thrilled to congratulation the gold rider on her successful maiden flight, and to make much of the expecting queen. With Arabesque and Piroutte trailing her, the young woman hurried out to the lake.

It was times like these that the work didn't feel like work at all. "Good morning Nyara, Mictecath," she greeted upon arrival, offering both a bow, and a bright smile. It was bold of her to drop the weyrwoman's title, but Melka hoped the other wouldn't mind. They were all friends here... weren't they? Pirouette quickly came to land on Melka's shoulder, giving a happy little cheep while Arabesque decided to follow Mictecath to the shallows--perhaps the queen wouldn't mind being preened by the little blue? "Arabesque seems more than ready to dive in," she mused, before smiling back at Nyara. "You certainly both look radiant!"

Oh, Melka wanted to ask Nyara a million questions, and congratulate Mictecath--but she'd pace herself. Sort of. She was here to work, after all.

Sweet Symmetry