Matchmaker! Matchmaker! Att: Nykantiath/Zerenth
Nykantiath was lying on the ledge of her weyr, taking full advantage
of the sunny day to soak in the warm rays. Hers was, as usual, busy
with work. Hers was almost always busy with Work, more so now than
she had been before. And while the gold was of the opinion that this
did in fact mean that their star was rising in the Weyr - more work
for hers meant they were more responsible, after all - that didn’t
mean that Hers should spend all of her time working. Even the
Weyrwoman had mates, after all! Why couldn’t Nykantiath’s Andronda
Of course, the gold knew that Hers couldn’t be bothered to go looking
for someone herself. She didn’t have the time, or so she told
Nykantiath. It was one thing to make time to take care of her dragon,
but she couldn’t be bothered to go and try to find something as silly
as romance when she had so much else to do. Foolish human.
Well, if Andronda wouldn’t go looking, then that just meant that
Nykantiath would have to do it for her. And there were plenty of
eligible bronzes and browns around for her to choose from. It’d be
good for her, too. There were a few bronzes and browns near the
Weyrling barracks, and one in particular she wanted to speak with.
Zerenth. He had seemed a good, caring, reasonable bronze, and the few
surface thoughts she’d gotten from Andronda led the gold to think that
Hers thought well of the bronze rider. So he should definitely be a
candidate in this.
((Zerenth? Are you busy? May I come spend some time with you?))
She was aware he had a duty to the little dragons, and she wouldn’t
get in the way, but if he was free, she’d visit him.
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown