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The Wretched [Merry]

Where many lives were shown glory and more given despair, no longer will Vizeth's tyranny haunt these sands.
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Sari
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The Wretched [Merry]

What about what might have been, could have been?

Nyrida liked coming to the hatching sands at times, perhaps because of the melancholy she felt here. It was a lovely place, bittersweet, a place where dragons emerged into the world. Yet...it was the site of her constant failure. She hadn't let herself hope much before, assuming herself unworthy of a dragon. She'd just been happy to stand, for the opportunity to see the dragons up close, to watch the miraculous gift of life.

Last hatching, however, she'd let herself hope. Among the first Impressions was Thalia, the woman she'd grown fond of. Both of the people she considered friends among the candidates had Impressed. And what of her? She didn't blame them for their Impression, and yet...she felt alone. Not quite abandoned, but alone. Who would she turn to? The new weyrlings would not have time for her, of that she was sure. While Jodarieth had chosen Thalia merely a sevenday before, Nyrida hadn't seen much of the woman or her large green.

Perhaps it wasn't intentional. Thalia was busy with lessons and caring for her young dragonet, and Nyrida had hardly sought her out in recent days. Better to let Thalia live her new life, one without Nyrida in it. It didn't occur to her that she was being dramatic.

As she watched the empty sands, she noticed someone else entering. A glance told her it was Thalia. Surprise marked her face. Had Thalia asked about her whereabouts, or was this simply a fated meeting?
Thread Tracker - Soliloquies
Fort Weyr
Weyrling L'ru of Brown Ghermath
Maze of Garnet Temporaeth
Sy'rei of Green Asrakaerth
Fyrrowen of Green Rowesk
Arkta of Green Arktask
Candidate Mite
Candidate Thyne

WIP: Zarsteyr of Green Zarssk
WIP: K'me of Green Wadjeth
High Reaches Weyr
A'riga of Bronze Kairaelth
K'rou of Blue Nonaryth
Sigil of Green Euraroth
Enet of Green Aibouth
Weyrling Nova of White Scryth
Candidate Nyrida

WIP: none
Semaca Weyr
Kas of Garnet Vaheoth
Ky'ze of Blue Olarith
Aedih of Blue Rauseth
E'nyo of White Nohadoth
Makai of Blue Kask & Brown Makaisk
Khera of Green-Blue Khersk
Candidate Viiox

WIP: Pirate Teleka
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Mon Jul 20, 2020 6:07 am

The sands were empty. Back to normality, no eggs, no crowd of candidates. Just an aura of tranquillity, as Thalia walked across the hatching grounds with her dragon. She couldn't exactly leave her at the weyrling barracks, as she was but a baby. She'd wanted to come here for no specific reason, beyond it being quiet, and wanting to go for a walk somewhere during her break that was a little bit more peaceful than the main thoroughfare of the Weyr.

As something caught Jodarieth's eye, she pointed her out. Thalia. She moved her head in Nyrida's direction. Look. Thalia turned her head, looking straight towards the figure she saw on the sands. She almost couldn't believe it. Was it fate? Was it simply a coincidence? Was she seeing visions that weren't really there? "Oh..." Her eyes went wide, as she impulsively ran towards her. "Nyrida!" she called out, as the dragon tried to keep up with her. Thalia, slow down, for the love of Faranth.

Thalia stopped running, for a second, halting a few metres away from her, realising that she might've come across as a bit too forward, instead opting for a more refined greeting. "I, ah, hello." Shards. She'd already gotten excited. "What brings you out here then?
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A small smile, barely more of an upturn at the edge of her lips, touched Nyrida's face. Thalia ran towards her, a gesture that Nyrida found endearing, her dragon trailing behind her. Thalia stopped a little bit away, and the smile on Nyrida's face faded. Had Thalia seen something when she'd closed in on Nyrida? Did she have something unappealing on her clothing? Had she pet any cats recently?

Perhaps this was a silly line of reasoning. She abandoned it for more realistic and important anxieties. What would Thalia say, what would they fill the space between them with. Was it in Nyrida's head, or would Thalia's Impression inevitably drive a wedge between them? Two different lives...and if Nyrida never Impressed, then...then what?

"Greetings, Miss Thalia, and Lady Jodarieth," she replied, offering a nod of her head to both in turn. "I was simply...taking a walk." Brooding. Moping. Ruminating. But she wasn't going to say that. "And the two of you...might I inquire the same?" A polite question, but one still asked with curiosity.
Thread Tracker - Soliloquies
Fort Weyr
Weyrling L'ru of Brown Ghermath
Maze of Garnet Temporaeth
Sy'rei of Green Asrakaerth
Fyrrowen of Green Rowesk
Arkta of Green Arktask
Candidate Mite
Candidate Thyne

WIP: Zarsteyr of Green Zarssk
WIP: K'me of Green Wadjeth
High Reaches Weyr
A'riga of Bronze Kairaelth
K'rou of Blue Nonaryth
Sigil of Green Euraroth
Enet of Green Aibouth
Weyrling Nova of White Scryth
Candidate Nyrida

WIP: none
Semaca Weyr
Kas of Garnet Vaheoth
Ky'ze of Blue Olarith
Aedih of Blue Rauseth
E'nyo of White Nohadoth
Makai of Blue Kask & Brown Makaisk
Khera of Green-Blue Khersk
Candidate Viiox

WIP: Pirate Teleka
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