Post by Spirithawk on Aug 23, 2006 11:34:44 GMT -5
Christae sat on the edge of the lake, perched on a large rock that jutted out over the deep waters of the far end of Lake Tyuru. She watched the waters ripple as a fish jumped out and landed back into the dark waters with a splash that was only dimply heard by the goldrider on the rock. Almost a sevenday had passed and the stolen egg was still missing. Kaith was impossible to deal with. Christae hated the feeling of not sensing her dragon but now she was wishing she could keep the Queen sedated for longer. Christae found it hard to concentrate when the Queen roared and tried to charge down any person who so much as peeked into the Hatching Grounds.
Christae remembered the night of the theft vividly. She had gone to Sh'iron after they had bathed and just cried in his arms. She felt guilty. She wanted to spend more time with him as his mate, not as his Weyrwoman but the opportunity had not presented itself to do so. Christae had been forced to lightly sedate Kaith again when she woke because she was about to trample the rest of her eggs in her fury. Finally they had calmed the mammoth gold down enough to talk some sense into her. The weyr had been searched with a fine toothed comb and the egg was still missing. The rest of the eggs showed signs of hatching within the next sevenday and Christae was trying not to let the fear of the missing egg's hatching without a proper lifemate ruin her attitude.
She had snapped at several of her riders and hadn't found the courage to apologize to them yet. She had alienated Rhia and a few of the Candidates and she was afraid that she had alienated her weyrmate but she didn't know how to apologize. Kaith's feelings affected her own more than she would have thought and Christae often found herself wanting to lash out at any rider or weyrfolk that brought her bad news.
Christae knew that she should be searching for the egg or helping Uslanee plan the Hatching Feast but she felt smothered by the pitying glances of the people of the weyr. They pitied their Weyrwoman and that was almost more than the tall young woman could stand. So she had escaped out one of the back tunnels and come to the lake to think. She contemplated jumping into the lake and swimming until she exhausted herself enough so that the nightmares didn't come but she knew better. The waters of the lake were turning cold. The winter season was fast approaching and pretty soon the chilly rains would fall on the weyr. The weyr was prepared for that but it didn't make the impending boredom any easier to deal with. Within a few sevendays the autumn breezes would blow in rain. The Southern Continent never saw snow like the Northern Continent but the rains were enough of a nuisance.
Christae remembered the night of the theft vividly. She had gone to Sh'iron after they had bathed and just cried in his arms. She felt guilty. She wanted to spend more time with him as his mate, not as his Weyrwoman but the opportunity had not presented itself to do so. Christae had been forced to lightly sedate Kaith again when she woke because she was about to trample the rest of her eggs in her fury. Finally they had calmed the mammoth gold down enough to talk some sense into her. The weyr had been searched with a fine toothed comb and the egg was still missing. The rest of the eggs showed signs of hatching within the next sevenday and Christae was trying not to let the fear of the missing egg's hatching without a proper lifemate ruin her attitude.
She had snapped at several of her riders and hadn't found the courage to apologize to them yet. She had alienated Rhia and a few of the Candidates and she was afraid that she had alienated her weyrmate but she didn't know how to apologize. Kaith's feelings affected her own more than she would have thought and Christae often found herself wanting to lash out at any rider or weyrfolk that brought her bad news.
Christae knew that she should be searching for the egg or helping Uslanee plan the Hatching Feast but she felt smothered by the pitying glances of the people of the weyr. They pitied their Weyrwoman and that was almost more than the tall young woman could stand. So she had escaped out one of the back tunnels and come to the lake to think. She contemplated jumping into the lake and swimming until she exhausted herself enough so that the nightmares didn't come but she knew better. The waters of the lake were turning cold. The winter season was fast approaching and pretty soon the chilly rains would fall on the weyr. The weyr was prepared for that but it didn't make the impending boredom any easier to deal with. Within a few sevendays the autumn breezes would blow in rain. The Southern Continent never saw snow like the Northern Continent but the rains were enough of a nuisance.