Kyra
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Post by Kyra on Mar 7, 2012 14:25:01 GMT -5
Paeth watched the river curious about it. She was laying in the grass near her bonded, Zyikamine...can we swim?? Paeth asked her tail moving slightly as she looked back at hers.
Zyika seemed to be distracted. Thread had fallen not too long ago, the Weyr had lost another Queen and many other people. She had her eyes closed slightly wishing Paeth was older so they could help, yet instead right now she felt like a burden. Her left arm was bandaged from the thread that attacked her there.
Mine? Can we pretty please swim? Paeth asked once more. Zyika's head lifted up slightly as she glared at hers. "If you wish to drown go right ahead." Zyika hissed slightly. She felt cold and worthless. Paeth put her head down in the grass her eyes swirled lavender. Feeling a wave of sadness reach her, Zyika looked back down at the ground.
She walked slowly to Paeth and sat down next to her Green and touched Paeth gently. "I'm sorry dear one. No you cannot swim yet, but I promise when you are older and stronger we will go swimming okay." Zyika felt bad for hurting her lifemate, and she wasn't sure why she even said what she said. Was she really that bad of a person that she would always take out her frustration on her own little dragon.
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Post by Avon on Mar 7, 2012 16:31:40 GMT -5
Along the riverbank came a dragon and rider, both of them moving awkwardly. Criseth was a full grown blue and not used to walking on the ground, and his rider, L'rel, was still recovering from the severe Threadscore on his shoulder and back. The Healer had told him to get some light exercise, so he decided to talk a walk by the river. It was too bad he couldn't go in the water, because he enjoyed swimming, but his back was still covered in bandages.
L'rel leaned heavily on his dragon, pausing to take a rest. Then he saw the young Green and her rider a little ways away. He waved, but didn't say anything yet. Even though she was just a weyrling, it didn't make him any less shy...besides, he was still wary of the female Greenriders, which were so uncommon in Fort.
Criseth lowered his head to look at the green. You're so tiny! I don't think I was ever that small,[/color] he remarked to her, making L'rel smile. Silly, yes you were...you just don't remember it.
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Zen
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Post by Zen on Mar 7, 2012 19:49:39 GMT -5
Fala and Zemoth - Blue Trey, Green KikoZemoth had been fed, and bathed and oiled thoroughly. Since that first Threadfall… since her mother’s death, and the death of so many of the crew of the Reckless Abandon which had been her home, who had been her family… Fala had dedicated herself to seeing to Zemoth’s tiniest whims if only to distract herself from that horrific day. She even indulged Trey and Kiko more which they seemed to be enjoying thoroughly, though Trey still sensed her mood and remained agitated most of the time because of it.
Although she kept herself busy so that she would not focus on her sadness, Zemoth could always feel it weighing down at the back of her mind, just enough to touch his own mind, and he thought and thought about how he might be able to make her feel happy again. He could make her smile, and sometimes laugh, but the sadness in her mind never went away. Falamine? Can we go for a walk?
She looked up from stroking Trey, the Blue lay curled up in her lap, and looked over at her dragon curiously for a moment, “Sure, Zemoth… whatever you want.” Trey lifted himself up and took to the air so Fala could stand and the three headed out from the Weyrling Barracks and into the Weyrbowl. “Where do you want to go?”
Zemoth padded along close beside her, often brushing lightly against her leg to give her the small comfort of his touch, Can we go by the water? You like the water, don’t you?
Fala paused for a moment, causing Zemoth to take a few steps ahead before looking back at her curiously, “How do you know that?” She couldn’t remember telling him anything about her love of the sea. There simply hadn’t been time before… before the Fall.
I know because you are mine, and I should know what you like. Right? He did a happy little wriggle dance that made Fala giggle a bit before replying to her seriously, I saw it in you, in your memories. How much you liked it. Are you sad you can’t be go out on the water anymore? … Do you wish you didn’t have me?
She dropped to her knees there and then to wrap her arms around the Brown’s neck, “Of course not… I’m a little sad about not sailing anymore, but when you get older I’ll get to fly, and that will be even better! I just… have to wait a little while…. Zemoth, I love you… I’d never wish I didn’t have you, no matter what. I want you more than anything.”
Reassured, the Brown nuzzled her hair before she pulled back and stood up again, Let’s go by the water, Falamine.
She nodded and looked up at Trey, who was already headed in that direction. Kiko popped out of Between slightly above him and dove at him, tackling him, and they fell a few feet before he disentangled himself from the nuisance of a Green, screeching angrily at her and chasing her around the sky. It made Fala laugh again and she and Zemoth continued on their walk, enjoying the simple presence of one another until they came upon two others. One was a girl and her Green from the same clutch as Zemoth, the other was an adult Blue and his rider.
You should say hello, mine. She looked down at Zemoth curiously and he spoke again, You haven’t talked to anyone but me… you should talk to others too. She sighed as they drew closer to the others and Zemoth bounded forward eagerly, Hello Paeth! How are you and yours today? He paused for her answer before looking up at the much larger Blue, wondering when he would be that big… big enough to carry His and take her flying like she wanted. Zemoth had not met many other dragons besides his clutchmates, and so he said hello to the Blue as well as Fala came up behind him, Hello, I am Zemoth, and this is my Fala.
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Kyra
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Post by Kyra on Mar 9, 2012 1:44:42 GMT -5
Look, Zyikamine. Someone is coming. Ohh look at his colors they are very beautiful don't you think. And he is very large as well. When will I be that big? Zyika's eyes flickered off to the oncoming pair. The bluerider waved slightly which made her cautious of this oncoming pair. Returning the wave she said nothing as her eyes flickered back to another pair walking up. She realized it was the Brown Weyrling and his rider.
You are very big, I do hope I shall grow as big a beautiful as you. Paeth responded to the Blue in a very happy mood now. I am Paeth and my rider is Zyika here. How is you and yours? Did you two fight the thread? Paeth seemed very talkative as if she was talking to an old friend. Zyika put her head down on her knees and looked from the Brown weyrling and the Blue rider. Why were they here? Who knows that was for sure.
I am great now that I have some friends here. Mine is grouchy she is still mad that she couldn't do anything about the threadfall...she even got hurt. How are you and yours, Zemoth? Paeth responded with ease. She looked back at hers who was still sitting on the ground not saying anything. Zyika stood up feeling odd to being the one sitting on the ground.
She began to brush herself off mainly with her right hand since she still had a hard time moving her left arm anyways. Her eyes flickered around once more. Sighing she shook her head, may as well be the first to say something since it seemed obvious these two would not. "I'm Zyika, rider of Paeth. Now who are you two?" She didn't mean to sound rude, but her tone could most defiantly come off as rude.
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Avon
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Post by Avon on Mar 10, 2012 18:31:19 GMT -5
A moment later, a young Brown appeared, accompanied by his rider. L'rel recognized the woman Brownrider who had just Impressed. He blushed a little, startled to see her. He hadn't really expected to meet her until she joined the Wings. He had never heard of a female Brownrider before and it was a little strange. It would probably be obvious that he was staring at her. It was mostly curiosity...it would taking some getting used to the way things were done at Cepju, but he wasn't one to judge people harshly.
Criseth, of course, didn't care who the Brown's rider was. I am Criseth,[/color] he greeted Zemoth, eyes whirling more quickly. Talking to two baby dragons was rather exciting...but then, it didn't take much to get Criseth excited. We did fight the thread. My rider was very hurt, but it's what we needed to do,[/color] he answered Paeth's question a bit more solemnly.
L'rel was being quiet as usual, but when Zyika broke the silence, he pushed off of Criseth and straightened up, wincing as the movement pulled at the scores. "L'rel, rider of blue Criseth. I was just going for a walk, trying to exercise. I'm sorry if I interrupted anything," he said, chagrined. The girl seemed a little annoyed with his presence.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2012 14:05:39 GMT -5
It is an outrage, Talera! The young gold was furious, pacing in an awkward gait across the floor of their private room. You are acting Weyrwoman! They should treat you as such! “Aerroth, not everyone thinks of a weyrling as capable of holding office. And besides, I highly doubt M'ker's going to keep the meeting's agenda a secret from the entire Weyr. We'll learn in time, and either what they decide will help or it won't. Waddling about the room in a huff won't change anything.” You should be giving input! And I do not waddle! There was no pleasing the queen dragonet today, it seemed. As it was, Talera didn't have much heart to put into her defense. She'd been just as irritated earlier in the day, and her frustration had woken Aerroth out of a rather calm sleep. It was nonsense for both of them to be upset, however, and the moment Talera had felt the spark of her lifemate's rage, she tempered her own nerves in hopes of soothing the dragon.
“Aerroth, some of the other weyrlings are out by the river. Wouldn't it be nice to converse with your subjects?” Whyever for? I need nothing from them. And you should be in that meeting! Talera sighed, placing fingertips at her temples. The dragonet's annoyance was quickly giving the woman a headache, and she doubted it would be long before she snapped at the beast – and though it was not something she was certain dragon didn't already deserve, it was hardly fitting for her to berate a dragonchild over a puffed up sense of pride. “I'd rather see to your clutchmates, for now. You really should put more effort into having them love you – what is a queen without loving subjects, Aerroth?” A tyrant. The gold gave a mental sigh, then a disdainful warble aloud. Let us go, then. –
As they walked along the riverbank, Talera had her hands in her hair, tying the brown mess into a thick knot. Aerroth commented on how low-born the style made the woman look, and the rider in turn tried to explain that it made things all the better to blend in with the “common people.” The gold snorted, but left the conversation at that. Talera herself wondered if the young queen would ever grow humble, or if she'd have to endure such a haughty beast for the rest of her life. Sour mood in full form, she gave a half-hearted wave to the group as she sat down. Mud quickly caked at the tips of her boots, as she made a point to dig at the damp ground with them, hoping to use the effort as a way to ease off her returning frustrations. When it registered that there was a rider in their midst, she stood, wiped herself off, then offered the man a hand. “I'm sorry – I'm not myself today. Talera,” she said by way of greeting, “And you must be...” She considered the possibilities; there had been a few new transfers, but how many had come on the backs of blues? Talera immediately wished she'd had more time to dedicate to the Weyr's archives. “L'ral? L'ren? I'm sorry – I should know this.” Aerroth, on the other hand, stayed at a higher elevation, head in the air and tail twitching like a feline's. Zemoth, Paeth. You fare well, I take it? The gold's tone was stiff and brittle, as if it were taking the dragonet ever ounce of willpower to sound as courteous as she could. And in all fairness, it likely was.
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