It was a cool, crisp night, one that made Yara wan't to sink into the evening and lie back to look at the stars. But there was no chance to do so, not anymore. The pull in her mind was the constant reminder that life would never be as simple as going to the kitchens to work and having time off to do as she pleased. Things were different now, and always would be. She had a wher at her side, a baby that was growing, and would be for another few months, and Faranth she still wasn't used to it. She didn't know when she would be, or how she might become more familiar to the idea of it all.
The crystalline wher insisted, rubbing against her as she often did as a sign of affection.
She was right though, no matter how heavy things seemed to get, Yara would never doubt that she was the only one that had somehow been meant for this very special wher. Perhaps her feelings were something to speak to the Wherlingmaster Vithire about during their next lesson. She was starting to loosen up a bit around her, though not by much. Even so, it made sense to try and talk to her about these matters, if to no one else since there was only one other handler she was familiar with and there was no fucking way Yara was going to go to that prick for answers.
She watched the night sky from a shadowy little alcove in the Weyr Yard, one that she and the wher often went to at night to practice their trust sight together. It was strange, but she was growing more familiar seeing through Yarask's vision than she was her own at times. It was still not easy by any means, and more often than not frustrated her to the point of saying those words that Yarask seemed to despise so much, but she was getting the hang of it somehow.
She froze, and listened carefully, and there it was, the soft - how fucking soft could someone walk? She hadn't known until recently - sound of footsteps on a nearby path, one that she knew was littered with stones and shaded spots. They wouldn't be seen from where they were, so she didn't mind observing whoever it was from where she was, but if they tripped on the stones and hurt themselves... Yarask would feel obligated to help them.
As they grew closer, Yara sighed. *Do I have to?*
She had to snort at that, and maybe grin a little, before she gripped her knees harder to keep any disdain from her voice. Sure she was getting better about swearing and calling people names because of the crystalline next to her, but that didn't mean she was better about her attitude in general. "Hey, you better watch where you're going or you're going to break you neck!"