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It's My Party

Writers: Chelle
Date Posted: 2nd September 2011

Characters: Rhosyn
Description: She reflects after turning another turn older.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 3, day 7 of Turn 6


After getting up and being served her breakfast in bed, Rhosyn bathed, changed, and saw to Orlaith's needs. When she was done, the goldrider made a few rounds to see the sick riders and then she went back to her weyr. Dropping her clothes on the floor, she crawled back into bed.

**I don't want to be older** she whined inside her head. Apparently no one else realized she was turning, which was a good thing. Rhosyn was going to take the opportunity to remain a turn younger if anyone asked.

Hiding in her weyr, in the back of her mind she wished someone had remembered. Her mother had always remembered when she had been small. **She always made me feel special**

}:I could tell them:{ Orlaith offered, feeling the maudlin feelings coming through their link.

**No, don't. I don't want to be bothered. If no one thought to check, well it's their fault. Not like I wanted cake or anything** Frowning, the pouting goldrider rolled over into her pillows and got comfortable, determined to have a lazy day on her birthingday if nothing else.

}:You want attention but you don't want to tell anyone. That's stupid:{
**It's not stupid. They were supposed to remember!**
}:Sure. Okay. Stupid.:{

Sparing a groan for her dragon, she stared at the ceiling and then looked over at the rest of her big, empty bed. What she wouldn't do for his fingers on her back... **I won't tell**

Looking at her hands, her eyes tried to check for any wrinkles that she was unaware of. **This getting old thing is for the wherries** she decided. Getting up, she flounced over to her closet and began to play in her clothes. Rhosyn settled for a light pair of shorts before she walked out onto the ledge and took a seat, sunbathing without her top on.

**Ha! That one looked! And that one!** Smug with herself that she still had it, she relaxed into the chair on the ledge, sunning alongside Orlaith who was splayed out on the rest of the ledge.

}:I am glad we came here:{ she rumbled with one eye open.
**Me too. Sometimes I wish it had been Dolphin Cove instead, but that wasn't possible then.**
}:It may not always be so for Loseth:{
**Aye, maybe not**
}:My children grow strong and these will also:{
**The Weyr's children are thriving to give you candidates**

Orlaith knew that her rider didn't particularly want children. That had never been part of Rhosyn's makeup. Still, part of the dragon influenced the rider and when Orlaith was egg heavy, she was more wont to think about the small ones than usual.

Two days before, the Weyr had stood down for most of threadfall due to a hurricane that had hit. Rhosyn hadn't seen many of those and was glad it hadn't been too awful. Every fall, she was reminded of her mortlality, but the hurricane had gone farther than that.

**It made a mess of the docks**
}:They will fix it:{
**It was so noisy**
}:Just the wind really:{

They could have lost more riders than they did and for that, she was grateful. Grabbing a small piece of sandwich, she chewed and swallowed, thinking.

**We can't let anything happen to us. Not now. If we were gone, this Weyr would have no one.**
}:We are fine. Everything will be fine and we'll have new ones:{ Trying to allay her fears, Orlaith settled her head into Rhosyn's lap as best she could. With one hand on the golden queen's eye ridges, Rhosyn closed her eyes and just relaxed.

Last updated on the October 26th 2011


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