Logs:Loyalty
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| RL Date: DD YYYY "MM" is not a number. "DD" is not a number.
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| Who: Lujayn, Rielsath |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: An overtired Lujayn makes it back to the weyrling barracks after a brief visit to the hatching feast. Dragon-rider bonding ensues. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Lujayn lies awake, though around her couches are filled with dutifully slumbering Weyrlings and dragons alike. Thinking back, it was hard to believe. It had been true on the sands, in the barracks, and all those places in between, but it had taken so much more for Lujayn to realize that Rielsath had chosen her. It had taken tears, the memory of home and the face of an old friend, because part of her, however small and secret, had been convinced the hatching would see her back at Fort. She would resume a runner's life again, a familiar job in a familiar place, but instead everything had changed. "Rielsath is here," She'd said, almost without thinking. It had been so natural, no question at all in her mind that she would choose her lifemate over everything she had ever known. Absolutely no hesitation. Was that what defined a dragon and rider pair? A soft stirring from the gold makes Lujayn take pause, alert for a possible wakening of her lifemate. « Of course you chose me. I did the same for you. » And that's that. Easing back into silent warmth, comforting and soft, secure in mutual loyalty, they find sleep. |
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