Hurry! My babies!
Na'vi was doing her best to hurry, but she was trying to gather a few things first. If Chinolth was going to insist on keeping track of a bunch of rocks, then she was going to bring some leather and notes to work on while he kept his "babies" warm. Faranth, what a delightful, eccentric little blue she had bonded to. She felt the corners of her mouth curl as she thought about him, and she she stuffed another sheet of leather into her bag. Where are you now? Kaltain poked his head out from one of her pockets and she gave the brown his requested scratch before he crawled out and settled himself on her shoulder, where he began to pick at the stray strands of hair that had escaped her normally tight braid.
I lied. I'm already at the lake and curled around my nest. The devious little shit! She wanted so much to be angry with him but no measure of might could provide her with the piss and vinegar that was required of her to be upset. She merely shook her head and tied off her bag. I told you to hurry... She got the sensation of him being content, and talking to his babies, his rocks, his little darlings, and she smiled as she headed out of the barracks and made her way towards the lake.
It hadn't been so long since she Impressed, but so much had changed since she had. So many thoughts and feelings had come and gone, grown, been dismissed, changed... She bit down on her lip as she thought about some of them, as one in particular burned on her hip, an ever creeping reminder of what would be waiting for her after she graduated with her dragon from training. Unless something changed, unless she cracked and told someone. But she didn't know if she could ever do that, or what it would do - if they found out, there was no telling what they would do to her, and she couldn't put herself at risk for Chinolth's sake.
She pulled her thoughts closer together, made sure nothing could escape through the cracks, not wanting anything to slip through to her dragon. She would figure it out, she still had time. If she had to, she would escape North, but even then they would find her there, and it would be worse then. The Ebonmark's reach was far and wide, and she didn't if their dark tendrils had found a way to curl into the soil of Pern's Northern shores. She grimaced, feeling her head throb, and was glad when she started to reach the lake, because it meant smiles and relaxation.
Of course you have to smile. You're with me! Want to see the babies today before you get to work?
Sure. She always entertained him, and moved to sit down near the blue's usual nest, watched as he brushed away the dirt and debris he normally buried the stones under, and frowned. One of them looked different today, but she shrugged it off before touching them gently like he usually allowed her. Very lovely, sweets. You're a very good Papa to them. She kissed his muzzle and he trilled with pride before burying them again and resting his paws around the nest. Then she shifted back, resting against his side so that she could begin her work, humming to herself as she started on the leatherwork which she often found the trickiest, strangely enough...
And all the while, Chinolth looked fondly at his nest, and spoke equally as fond to the eggs underneath. Little did his rider know he spoke to them because of a little secret he had hidden within...