Meant for You

Writers: Sarah Lynn
Date Posted: 22nd December 2017

Characters: Brinnjura
Description: Brinnjura meets her match on the Hatching Sands
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 17 of Turn 9

It was a difficult morning for Brinnjura. She'd found it difficult to
sleep thanks to a dream she'd had, the same one that had plagued her
since leaving her home. The one where he family, disapproving faces
and all, met her on the hatching sands only to step off and leave
before the eggs broke shell.

She wasn't sure what was most difficult about the dream - the fact
that they walked away, or knowing the truth in wakefulness that they
woudn't be there.

They had already said as much to her, both before she had left and in
the one letter they had bothered to respond to. She hadn't attempted
to send anymore since the last one had been returned to her ripped to
pieces. Perhaps it was for the best, to tuck away the hurt as she so
often did, and keep to the kitchens where she could bake until the
hatching actually arrived.

It's what she did, tending to her duties there when there were no
Candidate chores to tend to, which there always seemed to be. But she
relished the freedom the Weyr seemed to provide her with. There was
room to move and breathe, without the pressure the Hold had pressed
upon her.

No worry about being married off.

No worry about being good enough for the men in her family.

That didn't make her feel any better about what was going on
personally, but on some level she knew she was better off at least.
Someday, she hoped the hurt and the pain would be replaced by a sense
of belonging instead. Would that happen on Hatching Day? Would she
meet a dragon that would call to her as her own?

She had been told that it might take a hatching or two, and that some
waited almost a Turn before Impressing. She knew she wouldn't have
long before she aged out, so waiting for long wasn't really an option.
Yet she knew she had an option to stay at the Weyr if that ended up
happening also. So really, in the end, she had choices in the end.

Maybe a dragon wouldn't fix everything, but she needed something,
someone, to help her feel complete. To make her feel like she
belonged. She had no one anymore, not a single connection and she
hated the feeling of being lost.

It was like walking through a cloud, and not having direction. She
needed direction, and if she had a dragon...

"Brinnjura!"

She shook her head and saw one of the cooks waving a hand in her face.
"There you are, girl! Can't you hear 'em? The dragons!"

She tilted her head and heard it, the humming. Her eyes went wide and
the cook gave a grin and grabbed the pan of bread Brinnjura had been
working on from her. "Go get yourself ready. We'll take care of things
from here."

She hurried as fast as her weight would allow her to the barracks to
freshen herself up and pull on the robe that she'd made. She had
flushed when it had taken so much fabric to make hers, but she'd put
some tiny flourishes on it in secret with white thread to make herself
feel better: little flowers, a tiny dragon, thinking it might lure one
in her direction. It was silly, but even now, as she run her thumb
over the design, she couldn't help but smile.

It was all a blur after that, a complete rush. One moment she seemed
to be standing at the entrance of the sands, the next she was on them
and she couldn't believe the heat as she stood there.

Yet it didn't seem to matter when she saw the eggs, the cracking
shells, the little dragons that started to appear from them. She felt
tears spring to her eyes that she was able to bear witness to such an
event, something she knew she wouldn't have been able to see if she'd
remained at the Hold, if she'd given in to her parents' demands and
married that crafter like they'd wanted.

She was on the path she was meant to be on. Something of her own
making. Not theirs, hers. It was something she would never have
thought possible for herself, and it was something she would never
give back to them.

Then came the all telling moment, when the great golden egg spilled
out the golden queen, and the whole of the Weyr caught their breath in
anticipation of who she would Impress. Brinnjura had no designs on the
little dragon, but she was certainly happy to watch the beauty as she
went to her rider, a young woman she knew to be named Dessa. She was
pleased for her, and thought she'd like to make her a loaf of bread
when this was over, only to think that might not happen when she
Impressed.

If she Impressed.

That put a little damper on her spirits. Not completely, given the
amount of joy she was already feeling, but just enough that her smile
fell a little, and she stopped bouncing on her feet as much.

She grabbed hold of the folds of her robe, and watched as a green came
towards her. Brinnjura's breath came to a stop, and held like that as
she continued to walk by. A cold sensation started to spread through
her, something akin to disappointment, but it wasn't meant to last for
long.

}: Oh, Brinnjura my sweet, do not feel so cold. She was not meant for
you anyway. :{

The warmth that joined the voice came as an instant surprise, but it
was such a lovely sensation that she knew... she just knew. Looking
down, she saw the dainty little thing at her feet and every tear that
she'd held in her eyes from the start began to slip down her cheeks.

}: We can't be having those either, though I think right now they'll
do just fine. :{ The green curled around her for a moment, crooned,
and looked up at her with such love and adoration. Brinnjura knew she
would never be alone again. }: I am Okalinath, and you will indeed
never be alone again. :{

Wiping her cheeks, which wouldn't seem to dry, Brinnjura struggled to
get to her knees but eventually managed to do so, even if getting back
to her feet would be a trial. She just had to get close to her little
green. "You're so perfect. You're really all mine?" There was a croon
of confirmation, a surge of warmth through the connection that had
formed between them, and she laughed. "Well, that answers that."

}: Yes, it should. I will answer all other things for you too, only
later. Right now, I'm very hungry, and would like to eat, so it would
be lovely if we could get to that. :{

"Right!" She wiped her face, kissed Okalinath's muzzle, and struggled
to her feet. "Her name is Okalinath!" She announced, pride in her
voice. Never again would she be alone. Never again would the dreams
come. And while she would miss working in the kitchens, she had
someone else that needed her attention now.

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