Post by Cait on Jun 4, 2018 19:49:31 GMT -8
Just outside Golden Flight Hold
Late Afternoon
Though she'd begun making a deliberate effort to insert herself into the running of the Weyr, Rekkora still held no rank aside from Queenrider. It was strange how once upon a time that had been all she had striven for. Impressing a queen ranking dragon had been her singular goal and it had been achieved. In the absence of a proper goal, Rekkora had floundered a bit, struggled to find herself in her new role. The fact that her queen was the first Abyss seen since the first Weyr Wars and the reactions it had drawn from others hadn't helped. She'd tried to pretend that the words and the looks hadn't bothered her, but beneath the vanity and condescension was still that teenage girl seeking approval.
To be fair, she had grown quite a bit since Impression but the damage had already done. Despite her confidence and vanity, Rekkora was convinced that she was despised by at least half if not a majority of the Weyr. She felt watched and untrusted...judged. Sunvoiath acted as a balm much of the time, as did S'rico, but there was only so much either could do about the way others treated her. And while her flirtatious and manipulative ways weren't gone entirely, Rekkora had done her best to be seen as something more than just the Abyss queen's vain and vapid rider.
But with Retny filling the role of Junior Weyrwoman and Artemis claiming a great deal of attention and fuss with her Azure queen, Rekkora often found herself feeling a bit cast aside. It was admittedly petty reasons that left her feeling less than desirable. After hatching Artemis and her Azure had garnered armed guards; Rekkora hadn't even received an escort after nearly being assaulted by a crazed candidate. That had perhaps been the biggest blow to her sense of worth. Was Sunvoiath less treasured than Zabrielth? Rekkora certainly didn't think so. There were other little things that she'd read into perhaps a little too much, but she was young and thrived on attention. She'd been built up her entire life for that moment of Impression but what happened after had never really been addressed. Had her mother thought that Impression solved all troubles? Probably.
Still, when Rilora approached her about a task that she needed help with in Golden Flight, Rekkora was hesitant. She'd almost asked if perhaps someone else might be a better choice but had kept her mouth shut. Sunvoiath was even oddly content to convey both of them to the Hold. Rekkora found it strange that the Weyrwoman didn't just procure a smaller dragon for the transport. Why ask her? Still, she'd donned what she felt was an appropriate dress, light weight but just shy of casual with minimal embroidery around the collar. Korvalia had sent a pattern for split skirts that allowed for riding pants to be worn underneath and while it was a practical design, the situation seemed to call for something a bit more traditional. Either a dress or riding gear and since a dress was easier to don and would be more comfortable in the long run, she'd chosen the pale blue gown with its cream colored embroidery. She could wear her fur lined riding jacket over it for the brief trip between.
When they arrived over the Hold, Rekkora prepared herself for the reaction of the Holders. She still remembered the way Cliffside holders had reacted when Sunny had appeared to join in the festivities of a graduation gather. The officials at Golden Flight might have been expecting Rilora, but that didn't mean that they were expecting an Abyss to appear above their Hold during a time of war. Schooling her features into a cold, haughty mask, she still couldn't suppress a flinch when, as they landed, a startled shout sounded and was echoed by a few others. Hooking her riding jacket on Sunvoiath's gear, Rekkora had done her best to be a good little queenrider; polite and quiet as she observed Rilora conducting business but it was hard to ignore the speculative glances from various individuals in the room. Still, she remained, refusing to be the monster they expected her to be.
It was over after what felt like ages and by that point Rekkora was emotionally frayed. When Rilora suggested they stop at her family home for a meal, she didn't object. Directions were given and before long the Abyss was landing several yards from a small croft. Comparing Rilora's family to her own was like comparing a warm blanket to a slab of ice. She'd never seen such genuine affection or had her own mother fuss over her the way Rilora's mother fussed over her. The Castor-Malvois clan were a hard, determined bunch. Only her father could come close to the warmth she witnessed and even he came off a little cold in comparison. Then there were all of her brothers. Only having the one and it being B'rek...she only met the one but the stories that were told about the others made the family seem almost unreal. A bit overwhelmed by all the good will and laughter, Rekkora politely excused herself to check on Sunvoiath.
[smear:#111111]Do you not care for the company? They seem quite general...genuine? Yes I believe that is it. Much more so than the holders.[/smear:#d4a514:0]
They're lovely, dear. I just need to breathe. I'm not used to that much... Now Rekkora struggled to find the right word. Shrugging, she lifted the hem of her skirt and started toward the field where Sunny had landed.
Late Afternoon
Though she'd begun making a deliberate effort to insert herself into the running of the Weyr, Rekkora still held no rank aside from Queenrider. It was strange how once upon a time that had been all she had striven for. Impressing a queen ranking dragon had been her singular goal and it had been achieved. In the absence of a proper goal, Rekkora had floundered a bit, struggled to find herself in her new role. The fact that her queen was the first Abyss seen since the first Weyr Wars and the reactions it had drawn from others hadn't helped. She'd tried to pretend that the words and the looks hadn't bothered her, but beneath the vanity and condescension was still that teenage girl seeking approval.
To be fair, she had grown quite a bit since Impression but the damage had already done. Despite her confidence and vanity, Rekkora was convinced that she was despised by at least half if not a majority of the Weyr. She felt watched and untrusted...judged. Sunvoiath acted as a balm much of the time, as did S'rico, but there was only so much either could do about the way others treated her. And while her flirtatious and manipulative ways weren't gone entirely, Rekkora had done her best to be seen as something more than just the Abyss queen's vain and vapid rider.
But with Retny filling the role of Junior Weyrwoman and Artemis claiming a great deal of attention and fuss with her Azure queen, Rekkora often found herself feeling a bit cast aside. It was admittedly petty reasons that left her feeling less than desirable. After hatching Artemis and her Azure had garnered armed guards; Rekkora hadn't even received an escort after nearly being assaulted by a crazed candidate. That had perhaps been the biggest blow to her sense of worth. Was Sunvoiath less treasured than Zabrielth? Rekkora certainly didn't think so. There were other little things that she'd read into perhaps a little too much, but she was young and thrived on attention. She'd been built up her entire life for that moment of Impression but what happened after had never really been addressed. Had her mother thought that Impression solved all troubles? Probably.
Still, when Rilora approached her about a task that she needed help with in Golden Flight, Rekkora was hesitant. She'd almost asked if perhaps someone else might be a better choice but had kept her mouth shut. Sunvoiath was even oddly content to convey both of them to the Hold. Rekkora found it strange that the Weyrwoman didn't just procure a smaller dragon for the transport. Why ask her? Still, she'd donned what she felt was an appropriate dress, light weight but just shy of casual with minimal embroidery around the collar. Korvalia had sent a pattern for split skirts that allowed for riding pants to be worn underneath and while it was a practical design, the situation seemed to call for something a bit more traditional. Either a dress or riding gear and since a dress was easier to don and would be more comfortable in the long run, she'd chosen the pale blue gown with its cream colored embroidery. She could wear her fur lined riding jacket over it for the brief trip between.
When they arrived over the Hold, Rekkora prepared herself for the reaction of the Holders. She still remembered the way Cliffside holders had reacted when Sunny had appeared to join in the festivities of a graduation gather. The officials at Golden Flight might have been expecting Rilora, but that didn't mean that they were expecting an Abyss to appear above their Hold during a time of war. Schooling her features into a cold, haughty mask, she still couldn't suppress a flinch when, as they landed, a startled shout sounded and was echoed by a few others. Hooking her riding jacket on Sunvoiath's gear, Rekkora had done her best to be a good little queenrider; polite and quiet as she observed Rilora conducting business but it was hard to ignore the speculative glances from various individuals in the room. Still, she remained, refusing to be the monster they expected her to be.
It was over after what felt like ages and by that point Rekkora was emotionally frayed. When Rilora suggested they stop at her family home for a meal, she didn't object. Directions were given and before long the Abyss was landing several yards from a small croft. Comparing Rilora's family to her own was like comparing a warm blanket to a slab of ice. She'd never seen such genuine affection or had her own mother fuss over her the way Rilora's mother fussed over her. The Castor-Malvois clan were a hard, determined bunch. Only her father could come close to the warmth she witnessed and even he came off a little cold in comparison. Then there were all of her brothers. Only having the one and it being B'rek...she only met the one but the stories that were told about the others made the family seem almost unreal. A bit overwhelmed by all the good will and laughter, Rekkora politely excused herself to check on Sunvoiath.
[smear:#111111]Do you not care for the company? They seem quite general...genuine? Yes I believe that is it. Much more so than the holders.[/smear:#d4a514:0]
They're lovely, dear. I just need to breathe. I'm not used to that much... Now Rekkora struggled to find the right word. Shrugging, she lifted the hem of her skirt and started toward the field where Sunny had landed.
