Post by Cait on Aug 23, 2015 12:35:05 GMT -8
Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)
3077.05.20
Mid to Late Morning
Weyr of T'kar and Ancalanath
Before her shift had ended, Dalonia had heard that T'kar was to visit Telgar on a diplomatic mission later that day. Her initial reaction had been one of concern which had confused her. But instinctual creature that she was, she didn't think overly long on it before she found herself traversing the various corridors and stairways that would lead to the man's weyr. It was breakfast so she knew it was likely that he was eating and she'd seen the massive lizard on his ledge.
The only thing she would acknowledge to herself was that she didn't like the idea of T'kar being on the main continent without her. She didn't like him being within reach of B'rek who was now a dragonrider. She didn't like him on the same land mass as her brothers who somehow had discovered her aggravating attachment to the man. Once she reached his door, she slipped in without bothering to knock. More than once she'd been forced to nap here and she was fairly certain he was out in any case.
She'd never speak the words to the man's face, but she was worried about T'kar. She worried about him any time he left the Weyr. It was maddening but unavoidable. Anyone who was particularly observant would notice that Dalonia's growly, surly nature became worse whenever the man left. She became more irritable and quicker to snap, she slept very little and paced more frequently. She tried to explain it away as her disliking the fact that one of the Weyr's more competent fighters and leaders was away and therefore unable to defend or lend aid but there was always that underlying anxiety that her brothers would make good on their promise to do him harm. That fear that they would take him fromher the children.
Stalking across the room, only sparing a glance to the various corners to be sure that there was no one lurking, Dalonia made her way to the ledge and directly up to the lounging RR Flame. Tapping him with the toe of her boot--it couldn't be considered a kick really, there was no force behind it and even if there was, a dragon would hardly be affected--she grunted. "Hey. I need to talk to you."
3077.05.20
Mid to Late Morning
Weyr of T'kar and Ancalanath
Before her shift had ended, Dalonia had heard that T'kar was to visit Telgar on a diplomatic mission later that day. Her initial reaction had been one of concern which had confused her. But instinctual creature that she was, she didn't think overly long on it before she found herself traversing the various corridors and stairways that would lead to the man's weyr. It was breakfast so she knew it was likely that he was eating and she'd seen the massive lizard on his ledge.
The only thing she would acknowledge to herself was that she didn't like the idea of T'kar being on the main continent without her. She didn't like him being within reach of B'rek who was now a dragonrider. She didn't like him on the same land mass as her brothers who somehow had discovered her aggravating attachment to the man. Once she reached his door, she slipped in without bothering to knock. More than once she'd been forced to nap here and she was fairly certain he was out in any case.
She'd never speak the words to the man's face, but she was worried about T'kar. She worried about him any time he left the Weyr. It was maddening but unavoidable. Anyone who was particularly observant would notice that Dalonia's growly, surly nature became worse whenever the man left. She became more irritable and quicker to snap, she slept very little and paced more frequently. She tried to explain it away as her disliking the fact that one of the Weyr's more competent fighters and leaders was away and therefore unable to defend or lend aid but there was always that underlying anxiety that her brothers would make good on their promise to do him harm. That fear that they would take him from
Stalking across the room, only sparing a glance to the various corners to be sure that there was no one lurking, Dalonia made her way to the ledge and directly up to the lounging RR Flame. Tapping him with the toe of her boot--it couldn't be considered a kick really, there was no force behind it and even if there was, a dragon would hardly be affected--she grunted. "Hey. I need to talk to you."