Post by Kisha-Ra on Jul 15, 2008 9:08:06 GMT -5
Jahzara sat on the shore with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, the last bit of light was vanishing from the evening and the sky had faded from the brilliant colours of sunset to the darkening blue of a day transforming into night, soon stars would appear.
The young woman watched her wher and firelizard play in the waves, well Storm was playing a game of zipping around Jahzask and Jahzask was standing on her back legs and swatting at the flit with her forefeet in a way that Storm seemed to find very amusing. Jahzara smiled at them and thought about how Serena would have loved to see this.
Jahzara had never really believed the old woman when Serena had asserted that a wherhandler’s life was a lonely one at times, she would have thought that having a wher by your side meant that you always had someone. But though that was true the company of a wher was not human company, Jahzask could not talk to her, as such, didn’t understand the things that humans took for granted about other humans. Jahzara never noticed the lack of such things at home, there had been other wherhandlers to associate with, plus quite a few craftsmen and drudges whose business took them out of a night. Now the night was empty and loneliness stalked ‘Zara, she couldn’t help the feeling that Jahzask knew that, perhaps that was why the wher had carried her between to the firelizard hatching.
Before Jahzara’s musings could get too introspective Jahzask grew bored with trying to knock Storm out of the air and grunted imperiously at her bonded, reminding Jahzara that she was here to wash the gold wher. Swiftly she scooped up the stiff brush and sweetsand and headed for the water.
The young woman watched her wher and firelizard play in the waves, well Storm was playing a game of zipping around Jahzask and Jahzask was standing on her back legs and swatting at the flit with her forefeet in a way that Storm seemed to find very amusing. Jahzara smiled at them and thought about how Serena would have loved to see this.
Jahzara had never really believed the old woman when Serena had asserted that a wherhandler’s life was a lonely one at times, she would have thought that having a wher by your side meant that you always had someone. But though that was true the company of a wher was not human company, Jahzask could not talk to her, as such, didn’t understand the things that humans took for granted about other humans. Jahzara never noticed the lack of such things at home, there had been other wherhandlers to associate with, plus quite a few craftsmen and drudges whose business took them out of a night. Now the night was empty and loneliness stalked ‘Zara, she couldn’t help the feeling that Jahzask knew that, perhaps that was why the wher had carried her between to the firelizard hatching.
Before Jahzara’s musings could get too introspective Jahzask grew bored with trying to knock Storm out of the air and grunted imperiously at her bonded, reminding Jahzara that she was here to wash the gold wher. Swiftly she scooped up the stiff brush and sweetsand and headed for the water.
