The woman could hardly believe that nearly a Turn had gone by already, it had all been such a blur. Since the moment she bonded to Drust, her entire life had flipped on it's head. Night is day and day is night for the crafter now, and it had been a hard adjustment, but she'd learned to live with it as best she could. The thing that suffered most was perhaps her time with her son, little Luka was nearing 5 Turns old and though he had plenty of friends and people looking after him in the creche, Dru felt guilt at not being there for him more. However, the little boy was head over heels for Drust and just adored the wher more than he'd ever fawned over Frehzia, so at least there was some consolation in his love for the island wher as well. When she could though, she shared a meal with him, joining him for breakfast while she ate her dinner, or vice versa, and it seemed the Luka seemed to understand why she wasn't around much.
That evening, or morning for her, she'd shared some time with her son, enjoying a mug of klah and a plate of scrambled eggs with some buttered bread while Luka went on about his day. She smiled and laughed in all the right places, cherishing the look on his face when he smiled or the way his eyes lit up when he laughed, and she savored the moments for as long as she could. Alas, duty comes to call eventually and she walked Luka back to the creche and kissed the boy goodnight, promising to see him again soon. He gave his mother a tight hug and then stroked Drusts' long crest feathers when the flare lowered herself for him to reach. "Night night Drust. Keep Mama safe out there."
The little boy said, and then hugged the island wher as well, before turning back to his mom for one more hug from her as well. Scampering off, the little boy followed after the others who were being ushered off to their beds now.
Durjiean watched for a moment or two longer, but a nudge for her bonded seemed to bring her back and as the flare wher turned away, so too did the crafter woman. Keep you safe, for boy.
Drust said with a little hint of mirth in her tone, promising with her heart though to fulfill that oath of hers as well. The woman smiled softly, and lay her hand upon the feathered shoulder that walked beside her, and together they went back to their apartment to get ready for the night ahead of them.
So close to graduation, the wherlings were given a bit more freedoms, and while Dru and her wher had always been watched closely as the only adult of the species, they seemed to be tested more often now. They'd been assigned to a patrol outside the Weyr, a single dualhandler as her guide and one of her own classmates as well. Vithire had been a full fledged wherhandler -even dualhandler- before, so Dru knew she was in good hands with the other woman. The crafter figured the 'Leaders wanted to see how Dru and Drust handled themselves out there, as well as perhaps even testing Vithire and her dual whers, Isilian and Island stock. They should all be at the top of their game for this and prove capable, should they come across anything that is... Dru almost hoped for an uneventful patrol, while at the same time feeling wistful for something to do.
The wherhandler had never really been on a long patrol before, just on the outskirts of the Weyr and with a whole group, so she only had a vague idea of what to expect while out there. The woman packed up a small satchel with a few supplies like a waterskin and rations of nuts, berries, dried fruits and jerked wherry, along with a few bandages and herbs for any scrapes and cuts they may get along the way. Of course, she wasn't a trained healer, but she was a beast crafter and a mother and knew how to handle some of the minor wounds, and best to have the supplies and not need them. The crafter in her also brought along a notepad that she could draw quick sketches, or write down observations of the wildlife, if they caught a glimpse of anything that was... three whers and two humans would likely create a disturbance enough to scare off most critters, but there might be a brave one that sticks around long enough to be seen by the eager crafter.
When she wasn't quite sure what else to pack, and her satchel was full to the brim with everything she could think of bringing, she turned toward Drust and worked on getting the wher into her riding straps. The flare was dainty and stepped into the straps, and then stood patiently while the woman worked on buckling all of them, checking them over thrice before feeling satisfied with them. Before they could leave though, she quickly made sure all her pets would be safe and sound for the day. There was plenty of food in various bowls around the apartment, and Dakota was curled up in a nest of old towels, while Pele was laying in the shadows under the couch, waiting for something to go awry. Zumi of course, wasn't going to let her leave without him, and this time Poli was keen on attending her as well, but the crafter thought better of bringing the clingy gossamer along on a patrol. Instead, she encouraged the gossamer to start grooming the fur of the furflit and while he was distracted, Dru made her exit with the blue firelizard and the flare wher in tow.
The trio made their way through the tunnels then and out into the Yard, glancing about once or twice until they spotted the vibrant hides of the two distinct agate and green whers. Vithire was close by them and Drujiean made her way toward the dualhandler, while Drust trotted quietly up to the smaller green and larger agate, trilling softly at them in greeting. "Hope you haven't been waiting long."
Dru said as she approached, the mottled blue firelizard balancing on her shoulder with his tail curled around her neck for stability. Zumi even gave a chirrup of his own in greeting, and his two feet shifted slightly on the woman's shoulder as if he wanted to get a closer look, but leaning would most certainly make him fall without the use of forearms to steady himself.
"I packed a few things I thought we might need... but I see you likely already have it all covered and more."
The crafter patted her satchel and then grinned as she saw the saddlebags strapped to the agates' sides. Drujiean couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped her as she smiled at the dualhandler. "I suppose it's better to be safe than sorry though, right? I'm ready when you are then."
The woman added with a slight shrug of her shoulders and then seemed to defer to Vithire now, looking to her for what to do next.