Post by shadowreine on Apr 15, 2010 10:32:55 GMT -5
Aphrodie did not want to be alone right now. Of course, the assassin was attacking only rankers so far.
She and her beloved Geisteth were likely safe...so far. Coppers, to their knowledge, could not clutch. They flew somewhere between browns and blues.
Although definitely a new color, Geisteth was not the kind of threat to the Council that an ebony or a silver or a rainbow was. She would not pass on her genes.
Still, Aphrodie found it much more comfortable to sit in a corner of the living cavern mending her straps, with drudges and weyrbrats all around, than in the privacy of her own weyr. Silly, really.
But then...a goldrider and a bronzerider had died. Where was she safe? Nowhere, she thought, except Geisteth's back on sweeps.
She loved her dragon...but she would have loved her just as much had she been green. She did not need to be a new color to be the special creature she called Geisteth.
But she was. And she was beautiful. And the Council did not see that beauty. She felt anger start to rise up within her, hot tears falling towards the straps.
She and her beloved Geisteth were likely safe...so far. Coppers, to their knowledge, could not clutch. They flew somewhere between browns and blues.
Although definitely a new color, Geisteth was not the kind of threat to the Council that an ebony or a silver or a rainbow was. She would not pass on her genes.
Still, Aphrodie found it much more comfortable to sit in a corner of the living cavern mending her straps, with drudges and weyrbrats all around, than in the privacy of her own weyr. Silly, really.
But then...a goldrider and a bronzerider had died. Where was she safe? Nowhere, she thought, except Geisteth's back on sweeps.
She loved her dragon...but she would have loved her just as much had she been green. She did not need to be a new color to be the special creature she called Geisteth.
But she was. And she was beautiful. And the Council did not see that beauty. She felt anger start to rise up within her, hot tears falling towards the straps.
