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 Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2022 12:39 pm
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Are you excited? Damahath asked Ara as they arrived back at their weyr to change after practice.
"I always enjoy flying with you, but I hope you won't be offended if I admit it's not something to be excited about after we finish," Ara replied, giving the dragon an affectionate rub.
Of course I'm not offended, Damahath replied truthfully. She, herself, didn't find flying particularly exciting at all anymore, but she was a dragon and born to it. The shine had taken longer to wear off for Ara and, to the gold dragon's delight, it still seemed to be there a bit. I was asking if you were excited about your nameday.
Ara paused in the middle of folding her riding togs and looked askance at her dragon. "What about it?"
Well, we're celebrating, aren't we?
"Are we? I hadn't planned to. It's just a day," Ara answered. The rush of excitement from Damahath when she said so puzzled her,
Put on something nice. We are meeting up with our sisters and we are going to celebrate your nameday, Damahath said authoritatively, and then her eyes took on an embarrassed tinge: she's spoiled the surprise.
Looking at Ara's face turning pink with pleasure, Damahath didn't feel bad about spoiling the surprise. It had been so difficult to keep it anyway, she was glad to have put that challenge behind her. She'd even asked Ardoxshoth to hide the gift she'd arranged for Ara in Yunara's weyr so that Ara wouldn't come across it while tidying up.
Hurry up! she urged Ara, uncharacteristically impatient. She wanted to see her Ara's face light up with happiness some more.
"Are we late?" Ara asked, concerned.
Certainly not! But the sooner we get there, the sooner we can celebrate you!
Ara beamed as she pulled on the top to which Yunara had added embroidery to around the collar and sleeves. It was her very favorite piece of clothing, and she hardly wore it because she feared something would happen to it.
"Okay, let's go," she said, climbing onto Damahath's back so that they could fly off to celebrate.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2022 5:22 pm
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There was very little that Ardoxshoth would not do for her most beloved sister. She would be have moved the moons and Rukbat itself, if Damahath asked it of her... and Damahath asked so very little of her. As it was, the queen was entirely too proud to be a conspirator in the plot to give Ara a Nameday she'd never forget.
Yunara had made her favorites! There was tea, and klah, and the sweet little cakes that were so delicate and flavorsome. She'd even included a meal that all of the kitchen staff had assisted in putting together. Along with Ara, they were Yunara's family now that her own were no longer apart of her life. Although Ardoxshoth did not understand the concept of a found family, she did know that Ara was Yunara's sister.
Plain and simple. Is she here? the queen asked her rider impatiently, tail lashing because she could not pace in the space allotted anymore. Is everything ready? they had hidden the gift very nicely, very nicely indeed.
Damahath, will you be here soon? her twin sister asked, a little too excited at her own generosity and place as 'host'. Why others did not ask her to host their own parties she did not know. Even if Hers was sighing at her, she knew she was in the right about this.
"Not yet, dearest, but soon," Yunara said softly, reaching out to pat her dragon's side. Goodness, but Ardoxshoth was much too large for her to reach her head if she wheeled it around in the air like that. "They will surely be here soon." Although when 'soon' was, Yunara did not know. Dressed in a nice but simple dress, she too was waiting expectantly for her friend and sister-at-heart to come over.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2022 5:08 am
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We're just about there, Damahath assured her sister, and it was true: Damahath was poised on the ground below Ardoxshoth's weyr, ready to leap up to the ledge, and Ara was about ten meters from the weyr on the inside tunnel.
Ara's pace slowed as she took a moment to self-consciously run her fingertips over the beautiful embroidery that embellished the sleeves of her blouse, feeling the raised patterns and knowing without looking that they showed a ring of alternating yellow eggs and dragons: dragon, egg, dragon, dragon, egg, dragon. Yunara had worked both golds into the decorations, and Ara thought it was some of the most beautiful stitchwork she'd ever seen, even compared to the work done by the holder's lady and her companions. When she wore this top, she felt much more confident. It was, after all, a reminder to anyone who looked of the story of how she and Yunara had Impressed twin queens!
Damahath sensed Ara fidgeting, but elected to say nothing about it. She could feel the tenor of her beloved's thoughts and knew that she was thinking of the Hatching. Ara's mind always seemed to beam with pleasure when her thoughts touched on that day, and Damahath enjoyed basking in it. She had been around long enough to see other pairs who had grown used to each other and perhaps no longer saw the miracle that their lives were because they were so caught up in the day-to-day work of chores and drills and fighting Thread, but Damahath was certain that she and Ara would never grow like that. Ara's ability to be astonished by just about everything seemed to ensure it.
It's just our sisters, Damahath reminded Ara. Even though it was Ara's nameday, she couldn't bring herself to resist implying that Ara could probably dress more stylishly on a regular basis without it changing anyone's opinion of her for the worse. Even if you're dressed nicely, everyone is who they always are underneath.
Ara tapped a soft servant's knock on the edge of the stone which formed the entry to their sisters' weyr. They could have both flown up, but she hadn't wanted to try to navigate mounting and dismounting while wearing a skirt. She had grown accustomed to wearing leggings in her time as a candidate and a weyrling, and now preferred them for their practicality.
"Hello!" she called. "Damahath assures me we're not late?"
Damahath took that as her cue to ascend to the ledge and make her own entrance, which was mostly just remaining on the ledge and thrusting her head and neck into the weyr. Queens were not tiny dragons, and she didn't want to crowd anyone.
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