Previous romantic attempts with males often ended with what was worse than jokes. Although some thoughts do drift towards males, her heart had changed to seek intimacy with women, and as time passed even desires to father became more relevant. One almost successful liaison with such fell flat however in the same way and since then Kryia has almost lost hope of intimacy completely. The consequence of her efforts of romance became rewarded by the rumor being confirmed and friends in the village she grew up in soon also mocked what all knew of her so much her parents imparted what wealth they could spare to wish her her best in places hopefully more tollerant.
By these reasons Kryia entered the Weyr as a gem merchant, a desperate one.
Not many had the means to afford any of the pouchful of gemstones she had hard pressed to those hopeful dragon riders, for most at the Weyr had interests beyond that of vanity. Still although trade was uncommon it was at least enough for a stone house to become her own. Hope for others to relate to her issues at the Weyr however evaporated when Kryia soon learned all were managing issues of their own, but nothing prepared her for the night a dragon choose her.
Many had gathered to see the egg hatch, and more out of frustration of not making a trade in weeks Kryia snuck in to join a hatching as witnessing an impression at least could be something one could say of a life.
THe dragon was magnificent. Not as large as a bronze but big for browns and very impressive. this one purposeful, within minutes it had sniffed and then snorted at other hopeful males before strutting to Kryia's hiding place and coaxing her out with a firm glare. "mm Me?"
"Yes""But I am a woman ,,, browns only choose a man"
"True""But I am a woman... "
"I choose you""There must be some mistake ... "
"Not by my reasoning. Your more of a man than those here, well you will be with me""You mean because ... All that makes me is a running joke in my village, your a dragon you can choose whoever ... "
"Traditions are for bronzes your energy humors me, I sense your fearful of your secret causing you social difficulties that you had repeated, yes some will appear here also but time to be proud"
Since the impression his words couldn't seem more true. Days afterwards his uncanny humor disarmed even the most of her introverted and dour moods. But it seemed the impression triggerered changes unlike one would have thought.
As if by design to force her to give up past habits of attempting secrecy, its size seemed to simply grow to a point clothing could not hide. Frustrating demands to know if it was his doing were annoyingly returned with shrugs from the great beasts shoulders or vauge comments such as "the way of things" or "time for pride not pettiness princess, enough stooping, shoulders back and chin up while I sleep some more"