Post by Lark on Mar 21, 2013 8:09:17 GMT -5
Why is it that I still feel that it is my fault Rikula? I do not understand...
It had been only a day since the young queen had flown, only a day since Amiith had been lost. Rikula was determined to do something about it, it was just a matter of what. Still, there were other matters to worry about as well. Despite her attempts to calm Majoriith and tell her that there would be punishment for the Garnet's actions, Riku also knew she needed Noraali on her side in order to question how to deal with the more primal and instinctive creatures.
There had been Garnets in her weyrling class as well back at the old Weyr. She had seen first hand how cruel they could be in their jests and games. Even the ones that tried to hold back their desires would sometimes slip, and none were entirely without fault. It was as if the confusion and anger felt at a hatching by a young dragonet just didn't wear off of them, but instead kept growing and fermenting. Maybe it was the hatred of the rider instead that fueled it all, but even then there had been good men and women who had both ridden the sub-kings before.
No, they were just hard to control, hard to reason with and hard to understand. Which meant that they were extremely dangerous. Eying Majoriith as the gold shifted restlessly, Rikula finally sighed and looked up from the scrolls she had sent to the other Weyrs. News had traveled quickly it seemed, and there had been a note from Noraali and Rikula's old home. Telgar Weyr, unlike Trelis, had begun to do what a few of the Weyrs across Pern were calling as "precautionary" measures. Some Garnets had been acting up to the point that their riders had been forced to muzzle them, or even have their talons blunted.
The idea made Rikula's body squirm in unease, but she understood the need for it more than ever now. If one was truly that unpredictable, if they had to be taught that they would not be allowed to do as they wanted, then something had to be done. It was most effective Telgar reported with their youngest Garnet who was still only a few months old from their latest hatching. That thought made her even more uneasy, the idea of a young creature having to handle that sort of pressure and imprisonment was not something she enjoyed bringing back memories of, but she could also see the use of it.
It seemed this garnet was more reasonable as well, and understood and was prepared to take it's "punishment" whenever it acted out. The talons had been the precaution, temporary "time out" and keeping him muzzled had been a way of telling him that his behavior was unacceptable. Or so the Weyr had reported. It was the same sort of thing that handlers did with their more unruly whers in extreme measures, or trainers with canines that were unpredictable as well. Why could they not adapt certain teachings in order to help Garnetriders and handlers learn to reason, and if necessary, control the urges in their 'mates?
Because no one should be restrained like that....they should know not to do anything bad to their own. Something is different with them. It is as if they do not care, as if they barely listen to Queens.
That was true as well. Golds had a difficult time of placing their compulsion over the creatures when something went amiss. It really was as if they just did not care what the Queens thought, as if they were refusing to acknowledge their rule and power. Scratching her head as she thought, Rikula closed her eyes and then reached out for her gold. Let's go somewhere...I want to check out the sands here more. You only have been to the stands portion to watch the last hatching, and I only saw Noraali there a few times before that hatching as well.
Crooning an agreement, the goldpair readied to leave, taking mere moments before changing the room they were in, arriving at the entrance to the sands. It was a fairly large cavern, open somewhat at the top where you could see the sunlight beating inside in a funnel shaped patter. Along the walls there were stands made in the rock and in wood, and high above were ledges for dragons to sit and watch. Wincing slightly at the unfamiliar heat of the grains beneath her sandals, Rikula walked out into the midst of them, turning her head to watch Majoriith hesitate at the entry way.
I will be spending a lot of time here, won't I?
Rikula only nodded and continued to watch as her dragoness took one slow step and then another, and then relaxed as she crooned in enjoyment. It seemed that Maj liked the heat at least. Laughing as the gold flopped happily onto the warmth and rolled around in it getting comfortable, Rikula walked over to her bondmate and scratched the offered head that was almost as big as she was. Call for Noraali and Ehtyriath please. I need to talk with her and you can talk with Ehty. I'm sure you have lots of questions about what to do as a first time mother. Nodding, Majoriith spread her mind out gently toward the older gold, her own birth mother, giving it a slight tap.
Ehtyriath, would you please come to see Rikula and I? Your rider I believe is needed as well, MineOwn has things to discuss with her...and I have questions.
The last bit was sheepishly and quietly said, but it was there nonetheless as she curled up onto her side with Rikula laying in the crook of her arms.
It had been only a day since the young queen had flown, only a day since Amiith had been lost. Rikula was determined to do something about it, it was just a matter of what. Still, there were other matters to worry about as well. Despite her attempts to calm Majoriith and tell her that there would be punishment for the Garnet's actions, Riku also knew she needed Noraali on her side in order to question how to deal with the more primal and instinctive creatures.
There had been Garnets in her weyrling class as well back at the old Weyr. She had seen first hand how cruel they could be in their jests and games. Even the ones that tried to hold back their desires would sometimes slip, and none were entirely without fault. It was as if the confusion and anger felt at a hatching by a young dragonet just didn't wear off of them, but instead kept growing and fermenting. Maybe it was the hatred of the rider instead that fueled it all, but even then there had been good men and women who had both ridden the sub-kings before.
No, they were just hard to control, hard to reason with and hard to understand. Which meant that they were extremely dangerous. Eying Majoriith as the gold shifted restlessly, Rikula finally sighed and looked up from the scrolls she had sent to the other Weyrs. News had traveled quickly it seemed, and there had been a note from Noraali and Rikula's old home. Telgar Weyr, unlike Trelis, had begun to do what a few of the Weyrs across Pern were calling as "precautionary" measures. Some Garnets had been acting up to the point that their riders had been forced to muzzle them, or even have their talons blunted.
The idea made Rikula's body squirm in unease, but she understood the need for it more than ever now. If one was truly that unpredictable, if they had to be taught that they would not be allowed to do as they wanted, then something had to be done. It was most effective Telgar reported with their youngest Garnet who was still only a few months old from their latest hatching. That thought made her even more uneasy, the idea of a young creature having to handle that sort of pressure and imprisonment was not something she enjoyed bringing back memories of, but she could also see the use of it.
It seemed this garnet was more reasonable as well, and understood and was prepared to take it's "punishment" whenever it acted out. The talons had been the precaution, temporary "time out" and keeping him muzzled had been a way of telling him that his behavior was unacceptable. Or so the Weyr had reported. It was the same sort of thing that handlers did with their more unruly whers in extreme measures, or trainers with canines that were unpredictable as well. Why could they not adapt certain teachings in order to help Garnetriders and handlers learn to reason, and if necessary, control the urges in their 'mates?
Because no one should be restrained like that....they should know not to do anything bad to their own. Something is different with them. It is as if they do not care, as if they barely listen to Queens.
That was true as well. Golds had a difficult time of placing their compulsion over the creatures when something went amiss. It really was as if they just did not care what the Queens thought, as if they were refusing to acknowledge their rule and power. Scratching her head as she thought, Rikula closed her eyes and then reached out for her gold. Let's go somewhere...I want to check out the sands here more. You only have been to the stands portion to watch the last hatching, and I only saw Noraali there a few times before that hatching as well.
Crooning an agreement, the goldpair readied to leave, taking mere moments before changing the room they were in, arriving at the entrance to the sands. It was a fairly large cavern, open somewhat at the top where you could see the sunlight beating inside in a funnel shaped patter. Along the walls there were stands made in the rock and in wood, and high above were ledges for dragons to sit and watch. Wincing slightly at the unfamiliar heat of the grains beneath her sandals, Rikula walked out into the midst of them, turning her head to watch Majoriith hesitate at the entry way.
I will be spending a lot of time here, won't I?
Rikula only nodded and continued to watch as her dragoness took one slow step and then another, and then relaxed as she crooned in enjoyment. It seemed that Maj liked the heat at least. Laughing as the gold flopped happily onto the warmth and rolled around in it getting comfortable, Rikula walked over to her bondmate and scratched the offered head that was almost as big as she was. Call for Noraali and Ehtyriath please. I need to talk with her and you can talk with Ehty. I'm sure you have lots of questions about what to do as a first time mother. Nodding, Majoriith spread her mind out gently toward the older gold, her own birth mother, giving it a slight tap.
Ehtyriath, would you please come to see Rikula and I? Your rider I believe is needed as well, MineOwn has things to discuss with her...and I have questions.
The last bit was sheepishly and quietly said, but it was there nonetheless as she curled up onto her side with Rikula laying in the crook of her arms.