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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:32 pm
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... Firelizard Impression ..
Lemurrin I woke up early this morning and went down to the kitchens. I spent quite a while in a back corner, simply observing. The Weyr is slowly getting back to normal, I think. Riders and other weyrfolk are finally emerging from their quarters. The loss of the Queen is still on everyone's minds, but at least the dragons have stopped their unnerving keening. I still don't know when we're getting a new Weyrwoman. I met two fellow Harpers, T'bell, rider of green Liliath, and Kirana, an apprentice. They both seem very friendly and are around my age. T'bell is Master Morena's son! I worked under her some, back in my days as an apprentice at the Hall. Apparently some of the holders saw a feline about, so T'bell left to help hunt. I hope it went well; those felines can wreak havoc on herdbeasts and holders alike! Upon that announcement, I returned to my room to check on my fire-lizard eggs. The Weyr recieved a shipment of eggs a few days ago; I suppose as a token from the others. None of the other Weyrs were hit as hard as Rias was. In any case, I managed to acquire two lovely little eggs, mottled indeterminate colors, and I've been keeping them warm on the hearth here. As I entered my room, my head began to spin. At first I thought maybe I'd become ill again: my stomach was cramping up something terrible! However, I was distracted by a most piteous creeling.. coming from the hearth! Two tiny fire-lizards, still damp from the egg, were weaving their heads around on skinny necks, searching for something to fill their bellies. Fortunately, I had grabbed a handful of meatrolls on my way out of the kitchens. I shoved the food at them. The pair dove at the meat, nearly clawing me and each other in the process. I tried to keep them seperated, so they'd get equal amounts, earning myself a few minor scratches on my arms. Finally, their stomachs full to bursting, I was able to hold them both without being in the middle of a hatchling fight. The little green is absolutely precious. Her hide is perfectly smooth and warm, currently distended from her gorging. The brown is slightly larger, and dark for a brown. I think he'll be the calm one; the green is already proving to be a trouble-maker. She kept trying to steal meatrolls, the little thief! I've decided to call them Grenna and Brownie. I'm horrible with names, but those will work just fine. They're both asleep just now, curled up together on my pile of sleeping furs, looking remarkably innocent. I'll need to go back to the kitchens soon for more food. I think I have some sweetbreads stored somewhere, but those won't last very long with this pair! I'd best get some work done... take advantage of the temporary respite, as it were.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:36 pm
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.. Turn's End: Reflections ..
Lemurrin Today marks the beginning of a new Turn. The Weyr hosted an impressive Turnover celebration, full of music, people, food, wine, and general merriment. Again, it's good to see the Weyr coming back to life. I was reunited with a friend from up north, Kalya, a healer. Actually, she's a blue-rider now, which is why I hadn't seen her for several Turns. She's looking well, and is even taller than she was; she rather towers over me! Grenna and Brownie were mostly well-behaved, although they demanded food and attention. At least they're past the stage where they want to be fed every half-hour! Kalya has a pair of her own mischief makers; one with a penchant for making off with shiny objects! I wasn't properly introduced to her weyrmate, but I suppose that will happen some time. We spent most of the evening catching up. I had a cup of a delicious red wine. Kalya had quite a bit, and needed some help getting back to her weyr. We must have made quite a sight, me trying to support her, she half a head taller than I! All in all, this was a pleasant way to end a not-so-pleasant Turn and begin a new, hopefully better, one. I must admit, I was a bit disappointed not to see T'bell at the party. I suppose he went to visit his family or something. Perhaps my little sister will come down for a stay; I'm sure she'd love to see the Weyr and the Southern Continent. I do miss her mischievous smile and gentle teasing! The hour is late, and weyrlife will resume as normal in the morning, so I should get some rest. Here's to a happy and prosperous Turn.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:38 pm
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RP: An Evening on the Weyr's Cliffs Part 1
T'bell sat atop the cliffs of the weyr, laying on his back and looking up at the stars as his watchwhers scuttled about in the open night air. Liliath lounged against the far wall of the rim, looking down into the bowl with a lazy expression and serving to keep the wherlings from toppling over the wall in their excitement. A blue firelizard curled on the greenrider's stomach, altering between snoozing and nosing around the folds of his shirt.
They're very active. They should be asleep. Liliath regarded the baby watchwhers with amused annoyance.
"They're nocturnal love." T'bell answered, opening an eye, "They stay awake at night."
Hmph. It's a time to sleep. She laid her head back down and looked down at the herdbeasts wandering in their pen. She'd fed recently, but maybe she'd find a good one for next time.
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A brown flit appeared over the cliffs, looked around, then winked back between. A few minutes later, a smaller green firelizard appeared and disappeared as well.
In his quarters, Lemurrin looked up from his writing as the two flits kept reappearing. Brownie perched on his shoulder and projected a distorted image of a face. "Oh! You saw T'bell?"
Grenna squeaked as if to confirm the brown's sending. "Where was he?" Brownie's eyes whirled green, pleased with his success, as he projected a patchy image of a giant green form with a dark, jagged background.
kimie kitty chan The harper blinked, trying to figure out where he meant. He stood and stretched. Glancing out the window, he noted the shape of the Weyr's cliffs. Brownie chittered and sent the image again. "Yes yes, I get the point!" He carressed the little brown's headknob fondly and made his way across the Weyr.
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Zephyr looked up as the first flitt appeared and chirped. When the second one flicked in and out he stood and chirped again, eyes twirling a bit in their curiosity.
The rider lifted his head from its rest on his arms and looked down at the firelizard, who was still looking up into the sky curiously. "See a ghost?" He asked, drawing a finger over his neck. He got an image of two flitts in the sky and smiled, "Oh, we're being visited, hm?" Zephyr turned his eyes to him and tried to crawl up to drape around his neck in his custom spot but he was stalled as T'bell laid back down. "You should go exploring like Flute. You might get to play with them."
He closed his eyes, trying to make a connection with one of his whers. Ah, Task...he could sense him on the fringes of his conscious, and tried to pull that feeling closer to see if he could see the way they did, attempting things he'd heard of from his perusing of the harper halls' records.
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Lemurrin made his way up the cliffs with the two firelizards wheeling above his head. Periodically, the pair would wink out at once, only to reappear a few lengths ahead. "Silly things!," he muttered under his breath. Suddenly, the harper found himself with both of his flits clinging to his shoulders and catching their claws in his hair. "OW! What in the name of the first egg is wrong with you?" He clutched at his hair, trying to ward off the pricks and scratches. "Hush, you'll wake someone!" Glancing around he realized that there really wasn't anyone within hearing distance. "Alright, you won't, but ow!" The slim young man frowned and sat on a convenient boulder to calm the pair.
Once they seemed less likely to clobber him, Lemurrin glanced up at the star-studded sky. In the distance, he saw the silhouette of a single dragon on the rim. As if taking a cue, the firelizards went between yet again, only to come back a split second later. Together, they sent the image of T'bell's face, much clearer with the two of them projecting. "Good job, little ones." Lemurrin finally reached the rider.
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Task and his sister Tabesk were rolling about in typical watchwher wrestling, Tabesk easily outdoing her brother, when they both paused in their antics and seperated. Their glowing eyes turned to the stairs leading down and into the weyr and they both let out a quiet hiss.
Tabesk began a slow walk forward, waiting for the person she smelled to register in her heat-sensitive eyes. The edge of the stairs obscured the figure for a moment, but then it was bright red in her vision and she crouched by the top of the stairs with a hiss.
Task had circled back to pace in front of T'bell protectively, sending an agitated mood through they're link.
"What is it?" T'bell sat up again, carefully holding Zephyr to prevent him from tumbling off. The flitt made a squwark sound and crawled up to his shoulder, looking to where Tabesk overlooked the stairs.
Someone is coming up the stairs. Liliath rose her head, They're more protective outside the weyr.
"Tabesk, come back here." T'bell called as he laid a soothing hand on the pale wher's head and watched the queen carefully. "Tabesk..."
Come back, watchwher. Liliath spoke with a grumble when the growing queen faltered. At Liliath's urging she gave one final hiss and backed up from the ledge, slowly joining her impressed.
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Lemurrin's sharp ears heard the hissing, followed by the noise of a brief scuffle and T'bell's voice. A brief image of two small watchwhers intruded into his mind. "T'bell?" he called out. "T'bell, it's just me, Lemurrin!" He tentatively made his way up the last bit of the cliff and bowed in Liliath's direction, watching the whers carefully out of the corner of his eye.
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"Lemurrin?" He pushed Tasks' intruding head out of his line of vision and smiled, waving the hand that wasn't holding Zephyr in greeting. "Sorry about them. They'll want to sniff you and everything, but they're really no danger. She," He nodded to Tabesk, "is just a bit more wary outside of the weyr."
He is a friend. Liliath told the pair, and made a small nod of her head before turning it back out over the heights. Do not eat him, or I will eat you.
The whers both looked at Liliath with wide eyes, backing away from the green dragon.
"She's not going to eat you." T'bell muttered. "Go on, go investigate." To Lemurrin he gestured to come over, "What brings you here?"
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Lemurrin joined T'bell, still a bit wary. However, he trusted Liliath and T'bell to keep a hold on the whers. He held out his hands to be sniffed. "My firelizards, if you can believe that! I was in my quarters doing a bit of writing when Brownie here," he jerked his head to right, "and Grenna," to the left, "kept flitting in an out, projecting your face. The little devils guided me up here, so... Here I am!" He spread his arms in an expressive shrug, amused at the flits' audacity and ingenuity.
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"Zephyr thought he noticed them." He smiled down at the blue, then blinked at the colour of his eyes. "What are you uneasy about? He's friendly." He lifted the little flitt from his neck and the blue nearly attempted to crawl into his shirt. "Woah, woah...shells, little thing!" He looked up apologetically to Lemurrin, who was being quite thuroughly sniffed over by the whers. "He hasn't met anyone, I think. None but Flute, wherever she's gone to." He sat him calmly in his lap and stroked his eyeridges until his eyes turned blue once again. "Hasn't even gone between yet. Odd little thing. He'll calm down though. Come sit down?" He atted the ground beside him in an invitation.
Task, having inspected Lemurrin as much as he possibly could (also making a short attempt to chew on his boot) nosed the harper's hand and ran his tongue over it. Apparently he accepted, because he headbutted the gold and raced off. Tabesk quickly squawked and followed.
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Grenna chirped in a friendly manner and cocked her little head to side. She glided off Lemurrin's shoulder to hover near Zephyr. Brownie maintained his perch, large eyes whirling slowly with encouragement. Lemurrin chuckled at the fire lizards and took a seat, giving Task a quick scritch as he dashed away. "I see you've made some headway in their training!" he remarked, wiping a bit of slobber off his boot, and grinning. Brownie hopped down to Lemurrin's knee so as not to be jostled.
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"A bit." He nodded, "I can't hold the whole sight thing with them for long, but they're still young."
Zephyr looked up curiously at the green and chirrupped a greeting, folding and unfolding his wings. He peered over at Brownie too, noticing that they were, in fact, the same size as him! If maybe a different colour. Why, Grenna looked just like a small Liliath.
"What have you been up to? I'm not sure I saw you at the Turns' End party. I didn't have much time to stay down, but i did manage to catch K'rel in a slightly outgoing manner."
His brown is quite handsome. Liliath quipped without moving. Yes, that herdbeast would do, as long as no other dragon ate it by the time of her next feeding. Now to pick for the feeding after that.
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Grenna flitted her own wings as she landed daintily on a nearby rock. From his spot on Lemurrin's knee, Brownie craned his neck around to look up at Liliath and made a movement remarkably close to a bow.
"K'rel? Outgoing?" Lemurrin blinked, then added, "Must have had quite a bit of that wine! It was pretty potent stuff, and I only had one glass." He shrugged. "I ran into an old acquaintance from up North, I hadn't even known she had Impressed!"
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Liliath opened one of her eyelids in response to the little brown before closing it back so that two were covering her eyes.
Zephyr slowly crawled off of T'bell's lap and over to the green, sniffing at her curiously.
"It was a sight...not as outgoing as some," He said ruefully, remembering the many drunk, "But still more than usual. Which puts him at sociable level. I barely knew his name until a few days ago. Liliath likes his brown." He nodded towards his dragon. "Who was the girl you met? Does she ride a blue?" He knew there were a few female blue riders about, "Or maybe Moths' rider?"
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"She's a bluerider, Kalya is her name. She is, or was, I should say, a healer. Worked under Oldive, so I used to see her around the Hall" He nodded absently. "She had a bit much to drink, so I helped her back to her weyr. It was good to see a familiar face." Lemurrin grinned in Liliath's general direction. "She fancies Siventh?"
Grenna stood still, allowing the blue to inspect her. She was remarkably calm for a green-- at least for the moment. Brownie chirped a bit as if commenting on the conversation, the other flits, and the situation at large.
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"I think her name sounds familiar." T'bell nodded in agreement, bringing to mind the picture of her dragon. He smiled at his next comment and lowered his voice conspiratorily, "Liliath likes several browns, three blues, and all of the bronzes."
Save for one who is no smarter than an upside down wherry.
"Except for one, and she won't tell me which." He gave a shrug and looked over the the wrestling whers for a moment. "So what's it like being a harper? I sometimes forget." A quiet laugh as he gestured to Liliath with a fond look, "With being a dragonrider and all."
After his inspection was complete Zephyr took a few steps away and flapped his blue wings, rising into the air with a curious look behind him to see if he was to be followed before he flitted off around the rooftop.
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"Well, I haven't been very harperly lately, to be honest. I didn't even take a turn at the celebration the other night." He brushed his hair out of his eyes, as usual. "What with the confusion surrounding the Weyrwoman and so many being sick..." He trailed off. "It was obvious a journeyman harper from up North wasn't really anyone's top priority!"
Both Brownie and Grenna took off after the blue, chittering at each other.
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"You're right." He shook his head ruefully and watched Zephyr race off in front of the other flitts. "I used to get the feeling I'd be stoned if I pulled out an instrument." He smiled and leaned back on his hands, looking up, "That's changing now, bit by bit. Things are getting calmer."
Zephyr let out a squeak of surprise and dipped and dived over the rooftop before circling back. He would never stray far from T'bell...height was no problem if he was above him, but going too far out was beyond him.
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"Things are changing. People are cheerful again, or at least more cheerful than before. The Gather helped, even if some were no doubt drowning their sollows with wine. It was good to see people out and about. Even K'rel, apparently!" Lemurrin's grin could almost be heard in his voice. He slipped down and sat with his back propped against the rock. "It's a nice spot you've got here, T'bell."
Brownie followed the blue back towards T'bell, but Grenna flitted away, showing off her independence. She chirped and landed daringly close to her large green cousin.
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Liliath opened an eyelid again, then another, regarding the little green flitt with the full brilliance of her eye. Was I that small? Do I look like that?
"No, you weren't, and yes you do, but much bigger." He smiled apologetically at Lemurrin and nodded to his dragon by way of explanation. "I like it up here, Liliath too. It's nice to watch the ghosts out...there've been a few this Turnover, have you seen them? There are supposed to be more next week, my mother tells me." T'bell watched as Zephyr flitted around in the air, learning some of the maneuvers Brownie was exibiting and showing some of his own. "It's a nice spot...lots of room for the whers, and a beautiful view." He smiled and tugged his braid, a habit, "If you come up here in the mornings or at night -I'm on watch a lot- then you can see the ocean off that way just above the trees. It blends into the sky sometimes..." He pointed off east of where they sat.
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Grenna stared up at the dragon, chirping and squeaking. Lemurrin giggled at the display and leaned his head back so he was looking straight up at the sky. "I've not been out much at night lately. I should make it a habit.. come out and watch the stars.." He sighed softly, turning his head to smile at the greenrider.
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Liliath closed her eyelids and turned her head away after her cursory examination. She was much prettier than the little flitt, and much more elegant. Of course, this was her opinion, but then again she was always right.
"You should come out more." T'bell returned his smile, "It's relaxing, I think. Probably kept me from turning into a deadglow over the past while." He looked up again, echoing Lemurrin's sigh. "My spot in the hall, my room before I moved to the journeymen quarters, had a wide window I used to hang out of and terrify my mother. My sisters would tell on me." He laughed quietly at the memory, "I eventually confessed to her that I wanted to see the stars, and so she used to let me go up by the watchwher to see them. I'd come back and write songs..." He ducked his head with a blush, "Not good songs, but songs nonetheless."
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Lemurrin grinned at the admission. He could easily imagine a young T'bell hanging out a window and terrifying his mother. "My sister and I used to conspire together. I always was closer to her than to our older brothers." He made a face. "I can only imagine what mischief she'd get into here in the Weyr!"
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"I was never close to my sisters unless I was playing drudge." He grumbled to himself and looked back up at the sky, "They're envious now though, since I've got a gorgeous dragon and all they have are husbands and...children." He wrinkled his nose, thinking of his sister in the smithcraft, who had two little ones. "Always my mother, especially after they left."
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"They do have every reason to be envious, though. Liliath is particularly lovely, and more suited to you than any wife could be--" with slight emphasis on 'wife.' Lemurrin continued, "My brothers were always too busy with Hold and Craft matters. As the third son, I certainly don't expect to inherit, and Jess even less so. That's why I was allowed to go off to the Hall for training." He nodded slightly and stretched.
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T'bell gave a light laugh, "Yes, I think Liliath is far better than any wife. I may very well be the first to marry a dragon."
As long as I take my pick of the males.
Another laugh and he shook his head, "It would be a weyr relationship. She'd galavant off with anything not gold or green, and I'd play the part of the hold-raised girl, believing that she was my true love."
Bronze, preferably. The green looked up and held her head proudly before shifting her postition and stretching a wing over the ledge.
"Well, the hall has its benefits, I suppose. Harpers have the best jobs on Pern, I think, if one of the more difficult." He tilted his head, remembering all the things drilled into him when he was an apprentice and journeyman. Some things never left you.
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"You? Passing as a holder girl?" Lemurrin snorted in disbelief. "I may not know you very well, greenrider, but I doubt that role would suit you at all!" He sat up and grinned at the rider, cracking his back in the process. "Ow." He twisted again, producing more loud pops. "Much better. And I do love the Hall, but really I think there's potential for me to learn so much here."
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"Oh I don't know...mother said I looked good more likely to marry off than my sisters when they dressed me up in their gather clothes." He blushed again and snapped his mouth shut, "I was young though, and I had little choice." With a shrug he too sat up, uncrossing and recrossing his booted feet. "There is a lot to learn here, whether you're a dragonrider or not. Even coming from a hall...I'm not sure about a Hold, since I've only ever been to them in passing, but I can imagine it's a sudden change."
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Lemurrin raised one dark, slim brow at T'bell's blush and sudden reticence. He eyed the rider critically. "I'm sure you looked just delightful," he grinned, only half-joking. "I was in my family's hold until I had about eleven Turns, but my father was originally a herdsman and a tanner, so I grew up learning the elements of those trades as well. I like to think of myself as fairly well-rounded, and being here only furthers that. Especially as I stood on the Stands but failed to Impress." Even a Turn later, the disappointment was there, lurking. He shook his head and shrugged. "I suppose it just wasn't my time, then."
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The blush on his cheeks was fierce and he was grateful for the darkness to hide it, but dipped his head and pulled up his knees, wrapping his arms around them. "I learned a bunch coming here...know enough how to skin a feline, but not much more besides that. Maybe the next time we catch one I'll send down a flitt." He pulled absently on the strings stiching the sides of his pants and gave him a sympathetic look in response to his failure to impress. "There'll be another clutch soon, with Ariath waiting to rise like I believe she is...you'll get your chance then. Liliath likes you, I believe, and greens and blues are best for that." He rubbed his neck, remembering his searching with both joy and sadness for later events. "You'd make a good rider, I think."
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"I don't know if I'd trust a flit for skinning lessons; it is awfully complicated." Somewhere in the distance, Brownie squawked indignantly. "Although they're obviously quite intelligent," Lemurrin amended. He watched the rider's twitching fingers, his own drumming a soft tattoo against the cool stone they sat upon. "It was a green that Searched me. Her rider died... recently." His sigh made clear the cause of the rider's death. "I'm glad Liliath likes me; I certainly wouldn't want any dragon to take an active dislike towards me!" Lemurrin grinned cheekily, his green eyes glinting in the starlight.
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T'bell blinked at him, then tried valiantly to cover his laughter at the image that gave. "No no no, I meant send a flitt over to you. You could help me with the skinning." He took a glance at Zephyr, fluttering about above him, and snorted, "Maybe twenty or more, but with just one it'd have to be a really small feline. Or a trundlebug..." His smile faded a little bit and he tilted his head, making his braid fall back over his shoulder. "The rider who searched me died too..." After a moment's pause he smiled again, "No, earning the bad opinion of a dragon isn't the best thing."
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Lemurrin laughed at his own misinterpretation. "They do a good job with simple images," he winked, referring to the sendings that had led him up the cliff, "but I'd be perfectly willing to help with anything you caught. It's a messy, but useful, skill." The harper grimaced. "And even a fair of fire lizards could do quite a bit of damage, not to mention what an irate dragon could do!"
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"They're vicious, the felines are." He shook his head, "We've gotten jumped at a couple times, I've even heard of them attacking dragons if they're sleeping." He frowned at that thought and glanced at Liliath again.
They also taste very good.
With a small laugh he nodded his head, "And apparently they taste good."
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Lemurrin nodded. "I've heard that as well. Felines are probably the only creatures on Pern that would dare attack a dragon! Runnerbeasts and herdbeasts are usually terrified of them." He thought for a moment before adding, "I'd think they'd be awfully gamy, since they're wild. Gorgeous pelts, though."
(To be continued)
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:39 pm
Weyr's Cliffs Part 2
"Oh definitely." He made a face and waved a hand, "Taste a lot like fish, really salty and blech. The pelts though...I should find a nice one to keep. I usually sell them..."
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"I bet they fetch quite a few marks though, especially if you sell them up north. They'd be lovely sleeping furs soft and warm." He grinned at T'bell's expression. "That bad? But if the dragons like the taste at least the innards aren't wasted!"
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"Depends on the markings usually. I'm fancying a nice silver one for myself...maybe darker markings...doesn't matter for the size. Something to hang on the wall and break up the rock, I think. And yes, they are that bad. I suppose some might like them though..." He gave a little nod to himself and looked over. "I don't have any tapestries or anything. Most older riders do, but I got here at an odd time for it, and of the caravans that haven't completely passed us over, I haven't found anything I like."
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Lemurrin grinned wryly. "My quarters are ridiculously bare. Just a bed, some writing skins, ink, things like that. A few changes of clothing, my guitar. Even if I did spot something from a caravan, I don't have any marks!" He shrugged. "I suppose at this point my only real possessions are the two flits."
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T'bell nodded, "Yeah, a few knickknacks here and there from the shop by the kitchen, but nothing really...mine. Not much that I didn't bring with me or was already here." He gave a small shrug and rested his chin on his knees, looking at him rather than up to the sky. "How's your training with them coming?"
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Lemurrin assumed a similar pose, his arms wrapped around his legs. "Pretty well, I think. They clearly look to me, and they'll usually listen unless severely spooked. And they communicate well, sending me images, even working together to send clearer ones. Brownie's are clearer than Grenna's, not surprisingly, but she does provide a boost." His hair had fallen into his face again, obscuring his eyes.
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With an understanding nod he gestured upwards, likely where Zeph was. "He's quite attached to me right now, won't get too far. He can send images too, but they're not very clear. My little queen's a bit independant. She looks to Liliath more than myself, I think." He smiled ruefully.
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"Your little queen is darling, I've seen her flitting about the Weyr. No doubt she thinks herself queen of the whole place!" He grinned and winked.
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"I think she does." a small smile played on his lips, "I haven't had much time to go down to the kitchen lately, or even wander around, so I haven't seen her behaviour. I hope she's doing well." He shook his head a bit, "I can hardly force her to stay about, but she does return for food and attention when Zephyr is asleep."
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"As long as it doesn't get to the point where she gets jealous of Liliath, all's well!" The harper finally got annoyed with the lock of hair in his face and flicked it away.
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"She looks up to her...Liliath set her place with them from the start though...that and she's much bigger." He smirked and lowered his voice, leaning a bit closer, "I think Flute's just waiting to 'grow up' to her size before she starts exerting her power."
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Lemurrin giggled and leaned forward conspiratorially. "I bet you're right!" He waggled his eyebrows with amusement. "And in one swoop... She'll take over the Weyr!" He suppressed a snort of laughter at the thought of one tiny firelizard taking on a whole Weyr of fighting dragons.
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T'bell leaned in too, lowering his voice even more for the 'harper' effect. "Yes, and when she reaches the size of great Ramoth, because she will, she will be unstoppable!" He waved a hand, "The world will quail at the sight of her large magnificence, and the lowly green that she once bowed down to will be no more!"
Very nice story. [/i' Liliath snorted, But she will never be larger than me.
Flitts don't have the memory to plot, love.
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Lemurrin snorted, unknowingly imitating the green. "Of course, of course! And she'll have a bronze consort the size of Mnementh!" He spread his arms and flicked his fingers to indicate the size.
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I want a consort the size of Mnementh. Liliath muttered.
T'bell nearly collapsed in a fit of laughter. Between the mental images he was coming up with and Lemurrin was graciously adding to, and his dragons running commentary he had done quite well keeping the straight face.
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Lemurrin couldn't help but laugh as well, although he obviously hadn't heard Liliath's comment. "What did she say? It must have been great!" He reached out to support T'bell should he lose his balance completely.
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"Aah, she...she wants a Mnementh-sized consort." He snorted and shook his head, trying to get himself under control, "A bronze that big just might rival her in attitude!"
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"Oh, I don't know, T'bell, she might need a couple of bronzes and a brown or two to keep up with her!" In the starlight, the harper's bright eyes danced, his smile revealing a seldom-seen dimple at one corner of his mouth. "You alright there? Don't hurt yourself!"
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"Fine!" He managed to gasp, and leaned on the other harper while he gulped down breaths, still struck by occasions of laughter. "I swear it...fine...just...a moment..."
Wherry.
Of course, that started another little fit.
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Lemurrin thumped the rider on the back, letting him lean against him. The harper grinned and patted T'bell more gently, waiting for his breathing to regulate.
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His chuckles subsided bit by bit until he could breathe without causing a fit of giggles, and he leaned on the other harper with the fatigue brought on by a good laugh. "Liliath, you're one day going to be my death."
Not if I can help it. the dragon muttered lazily through their link, who would oil my hide?
T'bell snorted again but couldn't manage to summon up another giggle fit.
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"What in the world is she saying to you, green-rider?" Lemurrin asked, his eyebrows cocked questioningly. He patted T'bell's shoulder again.
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"Just...ugh, she teases me." He shook his head and waved a hand against Lemurrins' curiosity, "I'm not going to tell you, because then it could get around, and I don't need to be called her nicknames by everyone." He chuckled. "She has an attitude."
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Lemurrin winced. "Ah, nicknames. Those that bestow them upon us tend to mean well, but... They can certainly be embarrassing!" His nose wrinkled in amusement and he blew a strand of hair out of his eyes. "I won't pry!" he grinned. The journeyman had certainly noticed the green's attitude, and could only imagine the things she might call her weyrmate.
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"And I thank you for that, Harper." He stuck out his tongue at him, "I'm only a green rider, you can call me by name, Lemurrin."
Only a greenrider?
"Ok, not only, but still, no greenrider worth his dragon forces people to look up to them like the golds and bronzes do because they're more humble and friendly and the best colour of the dragons." He looked over his shoulder and noted the appeased look of his weyrmate with a rueful smirk.
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"Alright then, T'bell," he replied, cheekily emphasizing the rider's name. He followed T'bell's line of sight and grinned, figuring the green had taken offense to something. Lemurrin shrugged. "I have to admit, the bronze and gold riders are certainly intimidating! Even if they don't mean to be."
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"They don't, not all the time." He stuck out his tongue at the harper for being cheeky. "Not all of them, anyway. Some of them flaunt it, especially around us green riders, but others are better about it." He laughed and pulled up his knees again. "Most realize that the greens above them keep their hides thread-free."
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Lemurrin imitated T'bell's face, sticking out his tongue right back at him. "There's really no point in flaunting rank like that. I may not be a rider, but I've been around enough to know that each color has its strengths and weaknesses." He shifted his weight, his bones audibly creaking as he resumed his former chin-on-knees position.
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"Well," T'bell sighed and shrugged, "Bigger dragons sometimes mean bigger attitudes." He tilted his head at Liliath, "Not in the dragons, greens have that covered I think, but in the riders."
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"Queens, too, I'd think," Lemurrin added, shrugging. "Not to say that such attitudes are only found in the Weyrs! Holders and crafters do the same. Human nature, I suppose," he mused. Lemurrin bit his lip before continuing, "Your green may have an attitude, but you don't, T'bell. For all your talents, you're remarkably humble. Honestly, you're how riders should be..." He blushed.
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The greenrider blinked ,then turned his head away to look for more ghosts in the skies, hiding his face, "I'm not a model rider. I was raised a harper, that's probably why...I think dragons balance their impresseds' attitudes out...keep them grounded, you know? Maybe Liliath's teasing because I'm too strung up." He gave a light shrug and tapped the toe of his boot on the ground, "Could be the riders who most resemble their dragons are balanced perfectly."
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"But the way you two interact is so interesting! Harmony and melody, point and counterpoint... The pairing is so much better than the individuals would be. Isn't that the purpose? the reason that dragons and riders choose each other? They say the dragon always knows..." Lemurrin trailed off and looked up at the sky as well.
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"Oh, I'm not doubting that." He looked at him, almost in shock that he may sound as if he didn't appreciate his dragon. "Impression is...final, certain, positive, the only thing you can be absolutely sure of, ever." He shook his head, "No, Liliath is my dragon, and I am her rider, all because we fit each other the way we're supposed to." With a small sigh he looked down, "I just meant that...well, she wouldn't need to tease if I weren't so..."
So much like a wherry. Liliath supplied, Don't know what you're doing, don't know much because you don't think about it. Think about the wrong hings too much. You need to be a dragon, no worries, no problems, my rider. You need to calm down.
'I am calm.' T'bell thought back plaintively. Outloud he continued, "So...focused on other things, I suppose." He shrugged and tilted his head down, bangs over his face, "Some dragons and their riders are so similar it's hard to tell one from the other, aside from the typical impression bonding, others have contradictory but complimentory personalities...Siventh and...K'rel was it?" He questioned Liliath without looking up, and got a quiet rumble in approval. "K'rel is very much alone, but Siventh, from Liliath's opinion, is much more outgoing. They balance."
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Lemurrin shrugged. "I still think the two of you balance well. I mean, obviously you do, since you're weyrmates! What does she think you focus on too much? If you don't mind me asking, that is."
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"Stuff." He gave a sheepish smile and shrugged a shoulder, still looking at the ground. "I admit we match perfectly. She just...well, dragons don't have long memories and humans do."
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Lemurrin nodded, although he didn't really understand. "I won't pry then. I'd heard that about dragons though, the memory thing, that is." A chill breeze blew across the cliffs, making the harper hug his knees for warmth.
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"Mhm, generally short...and I remember things." He shrugged again, "I think it's too much for her head."
Liliath snorted and opened an eyelid. Not really.
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He grinned upon hearing the dragon's derisive snort. "That right there. That's the wonderful connection I mean." He waggled his eyebrows at the greenrider.
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T'bell laughed and sat back with a sigh. "Yeah yeah, I know...I just don't want to listen all the time."
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Lemurrin nodded, relieved that T'bell seemed a bit less distraught. He reached out mentally, calling for his flits. Brownie popped out of between right away, curling up next to the harper. He chirped as if to say, 'See? I came..." A few moments later, Grenna winged over, her mental tone a bit guilty. Lemurrin scratched their little heads, smiling. "Silly little beasts." He winked at T'bell.
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"Oh, they are." He smiled at his blue, who had snuck quietly into his lap, "Flute's off somewhere...I suppose she's making trouble."
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"No doubt they'll regale me with stories of whatever they were up to earlier!" Grenna's eyes whirled turquoise as she stretched herself along Lemurrin's shoulders. The brown looked up sleepily, content with his spot at the harper's hip.
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"Likely, and you'll have to tell them all that happened while they were gone." He smiled and humoured Zephyr, who needed a bit of help crawling up to his shoulders.
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"I should make up stories of my own! I doubt they'd be impressed with, 'Well, I sat around talking to T'bell.' Although it's certainly been fun!" A light snore escaped from the green fire lizard, eliciting a stifled giggle from Lemurrin.
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T'bell echoed his laughter. "Tell them how you almost got eaten by a whatchwher...?" He glanced over at the pair, who were stalking something invisible. "You're a harper, you can make it interesting."
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"That's true, I did almost get eaten!" He shook a fist, mock-menacingly, in the general direction of the whers. The flits didn't even twitch.
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Nor did the whers look up. "She's protective." T'bell said with a proud smile at his two beasts. "But yes, you'll have to brighten up the talking bit."
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"Little ingrates!" he muttered, amused. Again, not even a twitch. "Ah well, I'll make something up." He grinned.
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"Yes, we...hm.." He tilted his head onto Zephyr, who burrowed into his hair. "We were talking and...all of a sudden...hm..." With furrowed brows he looked up at the sky, "A barrage of ghosts? I've certainly seen a few. Not many though."
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"Although that would be very neat, would a fire lizard appreciate it?" Lemurrin bit his lip, thinking.
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"Hm...likely not." He smiled, "Well, as a harper, you should first know your audience...so what do your flitts enjoy?"
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"Um.. well.. food! And causing trouble... feeding off emotions, things like that." Lemurrin shrugged. "Normal fire lizard things."
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"So involve food and emotions." He nodded with a smile. "Well, you do have food...sort of, since Tabesk was willing to eat you."
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Lemurrin winced. "True. But fortunately, I didn't end up with any chunks taken out of me! For which I am quite grateful." He laughed, rubbing his face.
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"No, she wouldn't have attacked...I think." He gave a small frown. but brightend up. "Well, fear! And uncertainty and...anything else?"
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"Well, relief, once you called her off... And I've had a good time sitting and talking to you, even if a flit wouldn't find it very exciting."
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"We must make this flitt-worthy then, I suppse." He helped Zephyr, who as of yet, had not been able to untangle himself from the black curls he had gotten stuck in. "Silly thing."
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Lemurrin leaned forward to help disengage the flit's claws, careful not to disturb the green wrapped around his own neck. "Flit-worthy?" he asked, raising one dark brow.
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"Mhm." T'bell held still while he did the work and Zeph chirped a thankyou to the odd man once he was free, but hunkered down away from him nonetheless. "Thank you. He does that often."
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Lemurrin smiled at the little blue. "You should be more careful, Zephyr," he remarked, holding out a hand to be sniffed. "It was no trouble, I'm sure it would happen to me if my hair were curly."
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"You haven't seen it in the morning, or out of the braid, for that matter." He laid a hand on Zeph, who backed so far away he began to slide down his shoulder. "Ssh, lil thing, he's not so bad."
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"'Not so bad'? Hey now!" Lemurrin protested, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "And I bet it gets pretty crazy if you don't brush it." His hand went up to touch his own, very much non-curly, hair.
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"Alright, maybe ok." T'bell chuckled and allowed Zephyr to scoot back up on his shoulder. "Brush it? I can't even get one through it most of the time."
He looks very funny. Liliath actually bespoke Lemurrin, a hint of asmusement in her voice before her presence was gone.
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Lemurrin blinked, not sure if what he thought had happened had actually happened. "I.. did Liliath..? 'You look very funny'?" he stuttered, still managing to imitate Liliath's inflection.
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T'bell blinked for a moment, working though his words. "What?"
I did nothing, there is no proof. Liliath sent T'bell with a hint of amusement at the non-rider's reaction.
"Oh." T'bell gave a half smile, it figures his dragon would bespeak another to confirm how much of a fool he was. "Yes, likely. And I do, of course, but I would now like to deny it."
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Lemurrin waved one hand. "Then I will banish the thought from my mind!" he announced. "No one has ever said that you look funny in the morning." He grinned and winked conspiratorially at Liliath, rather enjoying that unprecedented confidence.
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"Hmph." was T'bells' response, though he hid a smile. "Even my dragon is against me."
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"Aww, I'm not against you! Just surprised that Liliath would actually speak to me directly!"
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"Only to make fun of me." T'bell cocked his head to the side. "She will drop me next time we fly."
That's only happened once, and you were silly.
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"It was only some harmless teasing. I wouldn't make fun of you, T'bell. Honest!" Lemurrin nodded, his eyes wide to prove his innocence.
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"Oh, you would, if you had the stories she does." He laughed and waved a hand, "I do myself, I only wish I could pass them on to someone else."
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"I'd only tease you a little, and only because I like you. Certainly not to hurt you," he smiled. "Besides, it's a good thing you haven't met my little sister. She'd tell you all sorts of things!"
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"I have sisters of my own, so I can sympathize. There are many stories mine would tell you, that Liliath doesn't know." He smiled and shook his head, "I don't remember half of them. But I can be confident that every embarassing moment has been catalogued by someone in my life. I never seem to mess up on my own..."
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Lemurrin chuckled. "Although I could tell a story about my sister for every one she'd taunt me with! And it always seems that someone's around whenever I do something stupid as well," he whispered.
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"I have a constant witness, not that I'm complaining at all." He smiled sympathetically, "Since I'm sure you'll impress soon, I bet, you'll have a constant witness as well."
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"You really think so? I have to admit, not Impressing last time was a bit of a blow." He shrugged, resuming a more neutral expression. "At least a draconic witness wouldn't judge me!"
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"They do too!" He blurted, then chuckled, "Oh, do they ever. But you're right, it's never done badly..." He reached over and patted his leg, "It's not a big thing, there's always another Impression. You'll know that no other dragon will have been better."
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Lemurrin grimaced. "Well, that's what I meant. Wouldn't judge negatively." He leaned over and placed his hand over T'bell's. "Thanks for the reassurance."
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He gave him an encouraging smile, "If Liliath spoke to you then you must be dragon material, or at least a bit closer. She doesn't speak to many, even to make fun of me."
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"I suppose that's something, at least!" Lemurrin smiled back, greatly relieved that T'bell hadn't pulled his hand away.
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"Oh, it is..." He rolled his eyes, "She makes fun of me quite a bit, but only rarely does she let someone else hear it. She doesn't even like speaking to other dragonriders."
Their dragons are much more interesting.
"Apparently she is more drawn to their dragon companions."
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Lemurrin grinned. "I'd gathered that! Especially the browns and bronzes, I assume?"
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"Yes, a few blues 'if they're acceptable', in her words." T'bell looked down as Zeph began to crawl along the arm that had his hand under Lemurrins'. The blue flitt, once he neared the ground, flapped down to the stone and crawled under T'bells' legs to nest on his opposite side. T'bell raised an eyebrow and kept his hand where it was, looking over his shoulder down where Zeph had curled, by his hip. "Silly thing."
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"They certainly grow on you, don't they," he remarked, glancing fondly down at Brownie by his side. With his free hand he patted Greenie softly. "I wonder what her criteria are!" he mused.
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"I still think Zeph is odd, compared to all the other flitts I see. I don't mind him for it, but he's quite different." He looked at the blue quizzically.
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"Odd? How so?" Lemurrin followed the rider's gaze and cocked his head at the little blue flit.
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"Well, the whole between thing, that he won't go...or hasn't yet, and how he's so attached, all the time, and...I'm not sure. Flute seems normal, I think." He smiled fondly at the blue, who had attempted to curl his long tail around his impresseds' waist, failed, and therefore looped it around his thigh. "I adore him despite it."
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"I think it's sweet how attached he is. Sort of disproves all those theories about how fire lizards don't really Impress, but just follow people around for food! His aversion to between is strange, I suppose, but I bet he'll do it when he's ready." Lemurrin started to pat the blue, then pulled back, not wanting to frighten him again. "I must say it's a bit disconcerting to have two flits suddenly appear, chittering and squawking!"
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Zephyr opened a blue eye and scooted closer to T'bell when the hand came near him, but calmed when Lemurrin thought better.
"They fight, him and Flute, over my shoulder space." He laughed ruefully. "If she appears they shriek and hiss at each other for a moment or so."
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Lemurrin sniffed wryly. "A yes, mine do that. Grenna, especially, makes a fuss if she doesn't get her way!" The flit in question twitched the very tip of her tail, ticking Lemurrin's jaw. "Yes, you!" He tugged gently on her tail.
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T'bell laughed quietly and leaned around to get a look at her. "A miniature Liliath."
(To be continued)
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:41 pm
Weyr's Cliffs Part 3
Grenna opened one eye slowly to look at T'bell then sank back into sleep again. Lemurrin grinned. "She wishes, I'm sure! Brownie is much more calm and remarkably responsible." He scratched the brown's eye-ridges.
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"I'm sure he would be a lovely dragon if he were that big." He smiled at the brown.
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Brownie chirred happily, sensing a compliment. "He's quite friendly, really." The brown nodded, his eyes glowing a soft blue-green.
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"And a fine specimen of the species." He smiled at the brown again and leaned back with a sigh. "So many flitts around now, can't wait until they're trained..."
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"I try to keep mine out of trouble, at least when they're around the Weyr. They mostly behave, save for the odd theft of meat scraps!" Brownie squeaked, trying to radiate innocence.
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"I think the Weyr, as a whole, will have to grow accustomed to the constant pilfering." He smirked, "Otherwise the flitts'll find another way to get what they like. They're sneaky lil things."
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Lemurrin chuckled. "They are little sneaks! Kalya's flit steals anything shiny... and sometimes they're valuable! I'm just glad mine only snitch food." Brownie nodded and nibbled gently at Lemurrin's pants leg.
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"Flute seems to only have stolen food so far. She keeps things in my pillowcase. I haven't found anything but flowers and rocks from outside..." He looked down at Zephyr, "He has yet to steal a thing, except my attention."
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"That's probably a good thing, at least you won't have the headwoman beating down the door to your weyr!"
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"No, but maybe the highest ranking kitchen lady." He chuckled and ran a finger from his free hand down Zephyr's back, earning a coo.
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"Although that could be almost as fearsome! From what I've seen, most of those cooks are incredibly accurate with a ladle or wooden spoon." Lemurrin winced at the thought.
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"Oh yes." He nodded emphatically, "I believe Imirin, the trader who has a room by there, has felt the flat end of a spoon quite a few times."
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"Ouch, the poor fellow! When my brothers were young, there was always at least one of the hold's cooks looking for them." He grinned, "Even if it hadn't actually been them that had been in the kitchen!"
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T'bell laughed sounded like he had experienced the very same thing. "By the time I'd left the Harper Hall I was infamous in the kitchen. Just getting within a dragonlength of it would have me chased off."
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"Never said it was me!" Lemurrin winked, radiating innocence. "Although," he leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, "someone who looks remarkably like me may have been seen several lengths away from the scene of the crime!"
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"Stuffing bubblies into his mouth before he could be found, no less." He laughed again, "Not that I ever did that. No..." An innocent look plastered all over his face, "But they do make them especially fresh just after lunch."
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Lemurrin snickered, "That they do! I kept a low profile at the Hall though. I figured there were enough other apprentices and whatnot sneaking into the kitchens that the drudges would be watching for them! With you around, especially," he teased, squeezing T'bell's knee lightly.
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T'bell squeaked and batted at his hand. Apparently the other harper had found a ticklish spot. "I didn't go in all the time!"
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"Uh-huh, sure you didn't!" Lemurrin took advantage of his newfound knowledge and deliberately tickled his knee. "Oh, are you ticklish?" he asked innocently.
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"No!" He squeaked again, then squirmed about, causing Zephyr to squawk and flutter off a small distance to watch. "I'm not, quit it!" His requests were somewhat drowned by laughter.
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"Are you sure? You seem to be!" Lemurrin kept tickling for a few minutes before having mercy. "I couldn't resist! And," he added, "you're awfully cute when you squeak like that." Brownie scooted away from the commotion. Grenna, who had still been on the harper's shoulders, squawked in protest and joined Brownie a little bit away.
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T'bell was left gasping for air, not for the first time that night, and shot him a pouty reaproachful look. "My mother calls me cute, and that wasn't fair." Nevertheless he laughed again, glancing at Zephyr who had tilted his head in confusion, eyes whirling blue and a bit of orange. He sent him a comforting feeling and worked on catching his breath.
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Lemurrin raised a brow, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I doubt your mother thinks you're cute the way I think you're cute." He blushed, rather surprised he'd actually said that aloud.
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"Cute is cute, it doesn't...matter...who...huh?" He blinked at him, not at first catching what he said. "Sorry, I didn't hear you right."
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The harper turned bright red all over. "I said you were cute," he mumbled. "And probably not the way your mother thinks you're cute."
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"Oh." T'bell hid his sudden and quite bright blush by looking down. "I...uh..."
Zeph's startled cooing caused him to look up and he beckoned the little flitt over, thankful for the distraction. "Come here, silly thing. It's ok." Zephyr was likely responding to the feelings T'bell was having at the comment from the other harper.
Something wrong? Liliath asked without opening an eyelid. You are feeling odd.
'I'm fine, Liliath." T'bell assured her mentally, and busied himself with brushing imaginary dust from Zephyr's hide.
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Lemurrin sat, trying to keep from fidgeting, waiting for some other reaction. He glanced at Zephyr, suddenly aware that his pair of flits were paying very close attention.
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The silence dragged on until there was no doubt not a speck of dust on the little blue sitting atop T'bells' knees. "Thank you for the compliment."
By Faranth was it a stupid thing to say, but it was all that he could get out.
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"You're.. you're welcome," Lemurrin said lamely. Nervously, he brushed his hair out of his eyes, glancing back and forth from T'bell to the ground.
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"So...um..." T'bell made a visible effort to stop his fidgeting and busied himself with examining Zephyr's tail. "have you...been...finding enough around here to keep yourself busy?" The last part came out in a rush, a desperate attempt to change the topic.
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"I suppose, now that people are out and about again..." He bit his lip, still blushing fiercely.
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"Mhm, much more than before." T'bells bangs were curtaining his face, hiding his own blush. "There might even...be a caravan coming soon."
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"Really? That could be fun," he muttered, trying not to give into the urge to brush T'bell's bangs out of his face.
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"Maybe, if they stay long. Kirana is supposed to be going back with them."
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"Oh? Doesn't she like the Weyr?" Lemurrin's fingers twitched slightly. Brownie and Grenna flitted over to join them again, each curling up against one hip.
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"No, not that...she was only sent here for records. Has to go home, I think." He switched from fiddling with Zephyr's tail to pulling at the string on his pants. "Parents don't like dragonriders."
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"I see. That's too bad. I only met her once, but she seemed like a sweet girl." He scratched Grenna's eyeridges absently.
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"She is." T'bell nodded, still not looking up. "Very nice.
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"I'm sorry, have I upset you?" Lemurrin blurted out. Grenna chirped, demanding continued attention.
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"N-no." He shook his head, still hiding his face. "I'm not upset."
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Lemurrin felt as if he'd swallowed some rather large rocks. Leaning over, he gently brushed T'bell's hair out of his face. "Are you sure? You seem upset..."
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And there was the huge blush. T'bell leaned back, tilting his head foward and looking the other way. "No, I'm just...just tired is all."
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"Ah," he said shortly, taking in the rider's blush, not really believing his excuse.
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"Up all day, did that flight too..." He mumbled, looking past his dragon and over the side of the rim, anything not to have to look at him and go brighter. He knew how red he must be, and that made him blush even worse.
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Lemurrin smiled, waiting for T'bell to gather his composure, in the meantime trying to control his own blush.
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"I think there's going to be trouble with that hold." T'bell muttered, willing the redness in his cheeks away, "I didn't see any today, not really obvious anyway, but they do have felines."
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He nodded. "So are some of the riders going to go hunting?"
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"In a bit, I think. I'm not sure. I didn't see anything right out there and glaring, but I could definatly tell there were some around." He waved his hand. "A feeling, you know? I have to fly over again tomorrow."
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"I know the feeling, certainly. I could almost always sense when tunnel snakes had gotten into the stable. Nasty things, they like to chew on anything."
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"Especially feet." He gave a small smile and looked back down at the flitt in his lap, tucking his bangs behind his ears.
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Lemurrin winced. "No doubt!" He smiled tentatively, more than a little relieved that T'bell had calmed down some. Or something &.&
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"Odd looking creatures." the greenrider muttered, "I mean, I love animals all the same, but they're vicious."
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He nodded, "They are vicious, and major pests! Unfortunately, they're also fairly intelligent and don't particularly like being hunted."
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"No, they don't. Not one bit." He frowned, "Whers are used in the mining holds. They can always find them."
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"That makes sense. It's good to know the whers are so useful; I'd never really thought about them."
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"They're really useful in the mines. In the northern holds to, up around Telgar." He nodded, half to himself. "I've been burying myself in the records from Harper Hall."
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"Ohh, some of those old records are really fun. I never minded having to copy old records back in my days as an apprentice."
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"Old ones...depending on what they're about." He wrinkled his nose, "Got ink all over my fingers, I swear it would never come off. Most apprentices feel the same, but still..."
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Lemurrin chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "True, it did get messy after a while. And some of the really old hides smelled absolutely horrible."
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"Dreadful." T'bell agreed with a small nod.
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"Worse than mucking out runner-beast stalls!"
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"I suppose. I've never had to do it..." He looked up at the sky curiously, noticing it lightening.
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"It's... less that pleasant," Lemurrin quipped. He followed T'bell's line of sight.
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"I should...get going soon. Before it gets too bright out for the whers." He glanced over at the pair to find Tabesk gnawing on Tasks' tail, and both of them more or less asleep.
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Lemurrin blinked, realizing how late.. or early (!) it had become. "Oh my, I hadn't known we'd been out here so long!"
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"Probably just got distracted, is all." He lifted Zephyr carefully onto his shoulder, earning a coo, and pushed himself off the ground with a groan.
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Lemurrin stood up slowly, his knees cracking in protest. Grenna and Brownie grumbled sleepily but let the harper pick them up. "Yes, it's been an interesting night!" He scrubbed at his face with one hand.
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"Mhm, interesting." He flashed him a quick and selfconscious smile before he padded over to his two whers, stretching as he went. "C'mon you two, best get to sleep in your own weyr."
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He followed along, smiling slightly, the two flits snoring. "Maybe even flit-worthy."
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T'bell ducked his head at that comment, but quickly pulled out the whers' masks and tied them over their eyes. "I have a watch to do this morning."
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Lemurrin hid a grin and nodded. "I suppose I'll be on my way then, and try to get what little sleep I can before true dawn!"
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"Good night then." T'bell called, waving as he nudged the gold off the pale brown.
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"Good night!" Lemurrin waved back and made his way towards his quarters, exhausted but happier than he'd been in a long time.
(END)
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:42 pm
[[Backdated]]
RP: After the Feline Hunt
T'bell woke late the next morning and pushed the events of the previous night as far back in his mind as he could manage as he bedded down the whers and slipped into the bath, giving Liliath a thankful pat on the nose. She knew better than to mention anything right yet, and retreated from his side of the wher as he slipped into the water. A long soak was in order ,and about the time he decided to get out he noticed the spotted fur on the rack he'd tossed it over.
He dried himself off quickly, slipping into the days clothing, and inspected the fur in the light.
He'd not done too bad a job, but he'd been tired. It was a beautiful fur though, and to let it go wrong while he was drying it...he bit his lip and squashed his protests, whistling for Flute. The gold took flight from the bed and landed gracefully on his shoulder, recieving no protests fro Zephyr since the blue was playing in the bath. "Flute...find Lemurrin." He tilted her small head to his face gently, and sent her a careful picture of the fellow harper. She trilled confidently, and before he could confirm she had the right person in mind, she had gone between.
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Lemurrin had been at the lake with his own flits when Flute appeared from between. Grenna noticed her first, splashing Lemurrin in her excitement. Brownie chirped a greeting and nipped gently at the harper's ear to get his attention.
"Ow! Little pest, what was that for?" He looked up and grinned at the little gold. "Oh hello there, looking for me?" He gathered up the little pot of oil for his lizards and wiped the water off of his face.
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Flute trilled a response, looking warily at the green. She didn't get on well with them, the ones in the kitchen tried to steal her food. She had no food now though, so she was regally polite as she hovered above him. She sent the brown a mental picture of T'bell, or how she envisioned him as a mass
of curly hair with a little blue demon on his shoulder, and chirped encouragingly.
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Brownie chirped back and projected the image at Lemurrin, who nodded in comprehension. He clicked his tongue at his flits to follow. "I'll oil you soon, once we go visit T'bell." Gesturing to the little queen, he added, "Lead the way, fair gold!"
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With a happy and confident series of notes she turned gracefully in the air and flew back to the cliffs, leading the way up up and up that stairs to the door of T'bells weyr, where she finally flicked out, appearing inside on his shoulder.
"Did you find him?" The greenrider muttered curiously as he pulled and tugged at the fur, "If you didn't then you get to eat his share of the food I called up."
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Lemurrin knocked on the doorframe and leaned in. "What's this I hear about food?" he called. The green and brown chirrupped in unison, as if echoing Lemurrin's question. The harper let himself into T'bell's quarters, bowing politely to Liliath on the ledge.
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Liliath opened one eye and rumbled a greeting, catching up on her sleep.
At the others' reply T'bell looked up, a slightly embarrased smile on his face before he turned his attention back to the fur. "I hope you weren't busy...I called some food up from the kitchen. I was wondering if you minded donating some of your expertise to my problem." He gestured to the hide.
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"It's no problem at all. The flits were just having their bath, so they're clean but not yet oiled."
Lemurrin took a seat on the floor across from T'bell and ran an admiring hand along the hide. "This is a beautiful one. What exactly did you want done?" The flits hopped around the skin, inspecting it.
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Flute peered down from her impressed's shoulder at the two flitts antics and sat herself more regally, before carefully looking over her shoulder towards where Zephyr continued to play.
The rider smiled at the compliment and gave a little shrug. "I'm not sure if I want to put it on the wall or on my bed...I was tired last night, and crosseyed from hunting in the dark, so I'm not sure if I've stretched it properly..."
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Grenna squeaked and flitted off, having lost interest. The more staid brown, however, settled himself down a few feet away to watch the procedure. Lemurrin's mouth twitched into his particular crooked smile before returning to the task at hand. "It's easier for something like this to become a wall-hanging, since you don't have to be quite as careful when tanning it." He flipped the skin over with a practiced hand to feel the underside. "However, considering you were dead tired when you started this, you've done well."
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"Thanks..." T'bell hid a small blush with his unruly bangs and sat back on his heels. "The hunt went well...we took down four, I think. I don't know how well everyone reacted to me being put in charge. I think they thought I was a brownrider when they threw that at me...a brown alternates sweeps of that area with me." He rubbed his neck and flicked his still-damp braid over his shoulder. "Wall hanging it is, then. It seemed too pretty to be used as a bed cover...maybe when the colder end of the turn comes around I can just take it off the wall." He smiled and tilted his head to Liliath, "She did a good job with catching it though, tired her out."
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"Sounds like a successful hunt then. The holders shouldn't have any reason to complain. Neither should the other riders, even if they expected a brown!" Lemurrin grinned. "I bet Liliath would set anyone straight who made a fuss. He pushed his hair behind his ears and felt the skin again, paying close attention to the edges. "The cat was skinned properly, which really helps. I've seen too many lovely pelts ruined from careless skinning. Oh, and another point in favor of the wall hanging... This thing will stink for a while!"
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"Thought as much." T'bell nodded to the rack decorating the edge of the weyr, "I figure I'll drape it out there while the weather's good. It should keep the smell down in here." He waved a hand around his weyr. "Like I told you before, I don't have much on the walls." He snorted ruefully. "So..what's the order of-oh, one moment." He pushed himself up just as the sound of the lift from the kitchen could be heard, and went to quickly retrieve the tray. "Just some klah and meatrolls and-oh, they added tubers. That was nice of them."
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"Smells delicious," Lemurrin said, taking an appreciative whiff. "I haven't eaten yet today; the flits were so anxious for a bath!" He glared and shook a finger in mock-reproof at the brown who had inched towards the tray and the green who had appeared with a flurry of wings from between. "After we eat, we should wash the pelt again, scrubbing the underside with sandsoap to keep it soft."
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T'bell sat the tray down on a small table and gestured for him to come into his half of the weyr as he pulled over two comfortably padded chairs.He picked up four of the meatrolls from the pile on the tray and tossed two into the small room where Tabesk and Task slept, and the third into the bath, where it didn't even make a splash before Zephyr had caught it. The fourth he handed to Flute, who took it politely and began eating. "Zeph takes his own baths." He nodded back towards the room where
Zephyr splashed, "Seems every time I come out he's in there twice as long."
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Lemurrin flopped into the chair and poured a mug of klah. Downing half of it one gulp, he snitched a pair of meatrolls for his little green and brown. "Oh, they'll take their own baths, but I think they delight in waking me at ridiculous hours for preening." Brownie chirped rather apologetically, but made off with his meatroll all the same. The green retreated to an unoccupied corner with her own and proceeded to rip it apart. Lemurrin rolled his eyes and grabbed a handful of the tubers.
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"It's the whers who do that for me most of the time." He fixed his klah and revelled in the slightly bitter taste before he added more sweetener and began eating. "I think," He mumbled around a tuber, "That I've got enough sand to do the pelt. If not, I know someone who has bags of it. I can run down if we run out."
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Lemurrin nodded. "That's good to know." He took a smaller sip of the klah and started on a meatroll.
Shaking his head to clear it, Lemurrin rubbed at his eyes with his free hand. "I'm awake now, really," he grinned.
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"Didn't sleep well? Or just the whole bath thing?" The greenrider asked conversationally. The bags under his eyes weren't horribly apparent, he hoped, nevertheless he kept his head down a bit.
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"I slept just fine; I'd have liked to sleep a bit more though." Brownie crept into Lemurrin's lap, bumping at his hand for carresses. He obliged, finishing the cup of klah.
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"Wouldn't we all?" With a sigh T'bell popped anothet tuber into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, tapping his fingers in a simple rhythm on his mug.
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Lemurrin raised an inquisitive brow at T'bell. "Are you alright, greenrider?" He flicked a glance at Liliath out on the weyr's ledge.
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Green eyes glanced up quickly at the comment and he shook his head, dismissing it. "Tired, is all. The hunt, probably." He stuffed another meatroll in his mouth and rose from the table, tilting his head when Flute took off to go perch on Liliath. He pulled back the curtain to the bathing pool and disappeared inside, gathering the sand.
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"If you're sure..." Lemurrin whispered. He bit his lip and shrugged as the greenrider got up. Rising carefully, so as not to disturb the brown too much, Lemurrin sat down near the skin again.
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T'bell emerged a few minutes later, wiping water off his face where Zephyr had splashed him. He snatched what remained of his klah as he passed the table and sat the bag of sand and himself down across the skin from Lemurrin. "Will this do?"
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Lemurrin eyed the sack. "That should be plenty. Shall we get started?" He grabbed a handful of the sand and began scraping at the pelt. "Watch your knuckles."
Brownie scooted off the harper's lap to supervise.
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T'bell nodded quietly and copied his motions, working from the opposite side of the pelt. Flute, in her quiet and regal way, stretched out on the dozing Liliath to oversee the process.
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Bored, Grenna disappeared from the ledge, reappearing in the bathing room. Her delighted squeaks echoed into the main weyr as she swam around in the warm water. Lemurrin smiled softly, working quickly and efficiently.
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Shocked at the sudden intrusion to his pool, Zeph squeaked and dove underwater. After a moment though, he recognized the green and resurfaced, blinking curiously at her.
After a moment T'bell started humming, whether on purpose or by force of habit. It was a recognizable song, one of the teaching ballads from the Hall, usually performed on a harp if the teacher could afford such an instrument.
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Grenna chirped at Zephyr, her eyes whirling a gentle teal. She flitted her wings under the water, splashing happily.
Lemurrin wiped his forehead with the back of one sand-covered hand and began to hum along, harmonizing effortlessly with the greenrider.
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With a happy chirp Zephyr splashed back before paddling off, using his tail as a rudder and 'chirping' the tour of his bathing pool.
At the harmony T'bell looked up, missing his beat for a moment but continuing with a small smile.
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Grenna followed the blue around the pool, chittering quietly, occasionally diving to the bottom.
Lemurrin caught T'bell's eyes and winked, working his way to the middle of the pelt.
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Once more T'bell ducked his head, clearing his throat as an excuse. "So...have you been keeping busy around here? Any notes from the Hall?"
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"I've been busy enough, I suppose. I need to send a message to my family; I'd still like my sister to come down for a visit." Lemurrin wiped the worst of the sand off of his hands and thrust his hair behind his ears again. "Once you've finished that side, we'll need to rinse the sand out."
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"The pool's got a filter in it, if you want to put the whole thing under." He nodded towards the bathing room and sat back for a moment, rolling his shoulders before setting on the last part of the tail. "I'd like to bring my mother up here, but she's tied to the Hall, I think. Not too interested in leaving."
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"I hoped it would be one of the filtered ones." Lemurrin stood and stretched. "Might as well dunk myself while we're in there. Ready?" He extended a hand to T'bell.
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"Mhm, I suppose we'll have to watch out for the flitts though." He said ruefully, taking the harper's hand.
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Lemurrin hauled T'bell up and reached for the skin. "Knowing their insatiable curiosity, I wouldn't be surprised if they try to help!" He started toward the bathing room, fully aware of how grimy he was.
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Taking the last half of the skin, T'bell followed him, whistling to Zephyr, who trilled at their arrival. The pool was medium-sized, and clear except for the two flitts who swam around in it. That water itself was a bit warmer than room temperature, nice to slip into.
"If there's any sand left you're welcome to it."
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Grenna whistled and splashed water at the two boys. Lemurrin grinned and dumped the skin into the pool, causing the green to squeak in protest. Brownie appeared to see what all the commotion was about and dove into the pool. "I think they're going to help!" Lemurrin pulled off his sandy tunic and hopped into the water.
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Zephyr squawked at the skin and bit it, before shakng his head and clamoring out to a laughing T'bell.
The rider knelt down by the side of the pool and rinsed his hands off before giving the flitt a scritch on his eyeridges.
"Whether they help or not, this was a lot easier with someone else."
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"It's no trouble at all, T'bell, it gives me something to do." Lemurrin waded over to work on getting the sand out of the skin. Brownie chirped curiously and poked at the skin with a claw.
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Leaning over the side, T'bell began helping Lemurrin wash off the pelt. "I don't want to be bothering you if you're busy, is all. I keep forgetting not everyone has dragon duties though, so I must remember you're not out at all hours doing flights and watches."
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"I only wish I had those duties, truthfully. But Ariath should rise any time now, from what I've heard, so who knows?" Lemurrin watched the muddied water whirl away to be replaced with clear water.
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"Mhm." T'bell gave a noncommital noise, and purposely changed the topic. "Have you seen the other riders furs? L'cian got a wonderful pale one."
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"Oh really? I hadn't seen any of the other riders since you got back." Lemurrin eyed the skin critically. "I think we've got most of the sand out. Another good rinse should do it."
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"Beatiful, sand coloured I think." He dunked and scrubbed on the parts of the skin he could reach,
"Couldn't see too well in the dark."
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"That sounds lovely. Do you have something to stretch this on? It's similar to stretching hide when making a drum." Lemurrin took a quick dip to get the sand out of hair and hauled himself out of the pool.
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"I've got the rack out by where Lili is sleeping, the one I had it on before." He grunted as he pulled the wet fur from the water, lifting to to let the worst of the wetness drip back into the pool. "It's a bit too big, I think, but workable."
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The harper wrung most of the water out of his hair and moved to help T'bell. "That should work."
Brownie and Grenna both grasped a bit of the skin in their claws, their thin wings straining.
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T'bell nudged the blue flitt from where he'd sat, upon his boot, and chuckled at the harper's flitts.
"Certainly try to be a help though, don't they?" He asked as he hefted the skin and moved backwards through the seperating curtain.
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Brownie trilled at T'bell and continued pulling on the skin.
Lemurrin followed along, supporting the back end of it.
Grenna opted to fly around the harper's head. He glanced up at her, snickering. "Ah, yes, so helpful..!"
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Once they reached the rack the fur had been on before, T'bell used his foot to swing it around between them, and he laid his half over the top with a sigh. Zephyr had flapped out behind them, and he took his customary spot on T'bells shoulder, lookig inquisitively at the furry wet thing.
"That should about do it." He mumbled, crouching down to stretch it out and fasten it to dry.
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Lemurrin smoothed out the other end, making sure the skin was stretched evenly. He wrinkled his nose at the smell. "Once it dries, it shouldn't smell as much. You might want to leave it out here in the sun for a few days, even after it's dry."
Brownie poked at the skin with one claw and chirped his approval. The harper rubbed his little head-knobs fondly. "Yes, you were very helpful today."
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"I'll be sure to." T'bell ran his hand over the fur, smoothing it out, "Liliath won't mind sleeping with it." He smiled fondly at his green and stretched as he stood. "You," He said, noticing the harper's clothing, "Are still wet. I can lend you a pair of pants until those dry...if you're the same size." He looked down at his own pants critically and wandered into the other half of the room, "Only fair."
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Lemurrin blushed and tried to run his fingers through his tangled hair. "Thanks for the offer. They might be a bit long, but anything dry would be greatly appreciated." He went to retrieve his tunic from the bathing room and tried vainly to brush the sand off. "Shards," he muttered.
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"Long? You're taller than me, aren't you?" T'bell called from the other end of the room, "Need a shirt too?"
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"I think you're a little taller, actually. And, er, a shirt would be good." Lemurrin blushed again, adding laundry to his mental list of chores.
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"Thought so." T'bell extracted a pair of tan pants and a light bluegrey tunic from his chest and padded over to the harper, handing him the clothes, "You know where I am, so you can hop up and return them any time. The whers shouldn't eat you."
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The harper chuckled. "That's incredibly reassuring, T'bell." He retreated to the bathing room with the clean clothing to change. A few minutes later he returned, clutching his tunic and trous in a damp bundle. "These fit just fine. Thanks so much."
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"Well they shouldn't!" T'bell chuckled, and cleaned up the remains of breakfast while he waited, letting Zephyr try a tuber. He looked up when Lemurrin emerged and waved a hand, "Thanks for coming up here and helping me. I think we're even."
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"Alright, we're even! I'll get these back to you soon." He grabbed the little pot of oil for his flits' hide. "I should oil them, now that they've had two baths today!" Lemurrin wrinkled his nose in amusement.
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T'bell chuckled and nodded to Zephyr, who was gnawing experimentally on the tuber. "He gets himself into Liliath's pot every time she itches." Sighing, he gathered the dishes and returned the tray to the wall, lowering it to the kitchen. "I'll see you around then, huh?"
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Lemurrin whistled for his flits and both of them claimed a shoulder as a perch. "Of course! Have a good afternoon, T'bell," he called, striding out of the weyr.
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"You too!" Was T'bells quick reply before the harper was gone. With a sigh he scritched Zephyr's neck and looked suspiciously at his bed. Maybe some more sleep would do him well.
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Back in his own small quarters, Lemurrin dumped his wet clothing in a basket with other pants and tunics to be washed. Brownie and Grenna wheeled around his head, projecting images of the oil pot and
a fire-lizards'-eye view of human hands, imbued with warmth and pleasure.
"Subtle little things, hm?" he murmered, sinking to the ground and gathering the little dragonets to him. They whistled in unison and clambered into his lap for proper pampering and attention.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:45 pm
[[Backdated]]
.. Mating Flights .. Reflections
Lemurrin Ariath rose to mate yesterday. The flight was long; the queen put up a good fight. L'cian, rider of brown Tallith, is now the Weyrleader. I suppose most of us are surprised that a brown should catch her, but I've not heard anything negative concerning the outcome. L'cian is a good rider, and Tallith eminently worthy of Ariath. This was the first flight I'd experienced since coming to Rias: intense, but certainly not intolerable. Brownie and Grenna seemed to delight in sending me images of the goings-on. The silly things certainly enjoy strong emotion! It was the aftermath of the queen's flight that... disturbed me. T'bell's green Liliath rose just as Tallith claimed the queen. I hadn't realized how fond of T'bell I've become. It's certainly not my place to vye for his attentions... I don't want to feel jealous. Again, the fire-lizards relayed each strong emotion and image to me. I tried so hard to block them out... It was so much more intense because, well, I know T'bell and Liliath. She's even bespoken me, much to my surprise! In any case, K'rel's brown Siventh flew Liliath. I'm trying not to think about it too much. I don't know what I'll do when I see him next... I still need to return the clothes I borrowed the other day.
Lemurrin sighed and pushed the hide away. Digging the palms of his hands into his eyes, he brushed the hair out of his face. The sound of the flits across the room reached his ears; soon the pair would be demanding food.
The harper's stomach growled, and he realized he himself hadn't eaten since before Ariath's flight. He attempted to straighten out his hair, and vainly hoped the circles under his eyes weren't too obvious. He sighed again. Food could wait, and the flits could fend for themselves just this once: Lemurrin crawled into bed for a short nap.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 2:51 pm
[[Backdated]]
RP: Lemurrin Speaks with Ephia
((Alrighty, I'll say this is the day after the clutching.... Let's do the time warp again~~~ *bricked*))
Lemurrin left his quarters after firmly instructing his fire-lizards not to follow him. Maybe they'd listen for once; he was off to visit the Weyrwoman and didn't need them clinging to his shoulders, nipping at his ears, or getting tangled in his hair. He was more than a bit nervous, as he'd never spoken to Ephia directly, and this was a matter of some importance! The harper made his way to Ephia's weyr, hoping she was there and that Ariath was not. The queen had better things to think on than an impertinant journeyman harper!
Outside the weyrwoman's quarters, Lemurrin took a deep breath and knocked on the doorframe. "Er, hello? I'm sorry to interrupt you, Weyrwoman Ephia, but I'd like to speak to you if possible." He pushed his hair out of his eyes and tried to maintain his best Businesslike Harper face.
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Ephia had been busy working on records. The clutch had been quite large and she needed to put it down for future generations to see should they need the information. It was a tedious task but it had to be done.
Fugue was happily dozing upon the hide sprawled across her bed, his tiny wings furled up and legs laying this way and that. It was quite a humerous sight and Ariath would have surely been the little one''s perch if the queen wasn''t busy tending to her eggs, making sure no one came near them. Ephia hadn''t heard of any caualties in the Hatching Grounds yet so things seemed to be going well. In fact, it seemed Ariath was dozing. Ephia smiled at the familiar feeling of her lifemate sleeping as she continued her work.
A rapping upon the doorframe caught the Weyrwoman''s attention. Placing her writing utensil down she peered up to see who was visiting her. She was a bit surprised to see one of the Weyr''s occupant Harpers standing there but she graced him with a smile before rising to her feet, the hem of her green dress flirting with the ground.
"What could I do for you Lemurrin?"
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Lemurrin blinked, a bit surprised the Weyrwoman knew his name. "I, ah, came to talk to you." He flushed. "I've been, well, I think.. I've been hearing the dragons. In my head." The words came out in a rush. "So I thought you should... know." He scratched the back of his neck, trying to regain his composure. "And congratulations to you and Ariath," he finished, rather lamely.
((Poor boy's a bit flustered. XD))
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Ephia stared at him for a moment as he stuttered out his purpose of visiting her. After a few moments she realized what she was doing and quickly righted herself. "You can hear the dragons?" She gestured for him to sit at a chair next to the wall as she carefully picked her own up and set it down a few feet in front of the other.
Sitting down upon the seat her hands folded neatly in her lap. "Are you sure you just have not been honored by a dragon and have been bespoken to?"
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Lemurrin sat and held his hands still in his lap. "I thought that at first. T'bell's Liliath did speak to me once, a while ago. But it's been happening a lot. I.. overhear them. Talking to each other, and sometimes to their riders." He looked down at his hands. "I even heard Ariath when she began to clutch," he admitted quietly. "So," -and a spark of his usual humor showed through- "Unless your gold wanted to tell me personally..." Lemurrin's mouth twitched.
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Ephia sat back in her chair in thought. Well this certainly was an interesting development. The last one in the records to be able to hear all dragons was Lessa from Ruatha.
Dearheart...
Yes, he can hear me and the others.
And you didn't feel the need to tell me?
It was talk among the dragons and you told me before that dragon gossip rarely interested you.
Yes, rarely, but this certainly would have been nice to know.
Well you know now. There was no harm done.
During the conversation Ariath was very airy and seemed to be enjoying her riders's miffed state of not being informed of such an important thing. Ariath herself felt that a person who could talk to all dragons was such mportant news.
Ephia sighed and pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear irritably. "Well, Ariath has been well aware of your talents but didn't feel the need of me knowing." Shaking her head a small smile creeped across her face. "I am sure she is finding this whole situation amusing. Our main concern is you now. You have been searched to stand for the upcoming hatching so this ability of yours is unexpected but hasn't manifest on little ground. I just do hope the dragons aren't causing you to go insane with their constant chatter and gossip."
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Lemurrin smiled more freely. "At first I did think I was going crazy, all those voices, but I didn't realize it was just the dragons. I've only told one person other than you." He shrugged. "Do you think it means anything? I certainly never thought the dragons would talk to me."
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Ephia thought for a moment. She remembered being taught of such a talent. All she needed to do was jog her memory... Ah yes! Now she remembered. But could it possibly be such a thing? A talent such as this has only risen in women before, there were no records of a male holding such a gift, but, maybe it was time that things changed.
"The tale of Moreta, a strong Weyrwoman is something that I remember very clearly now that your talent has been brought up. It was said that she herself could talk to all dragonkind and such a talent proved useful. Again this gift appeared in another woman of Ruatha Hold. She was Weyrwoman Lessa. There have been no other tales or records of anyone else with such a manifestation but I believe what we have here, is such a thing." She smiled warmly at him. "I'll need you to keep me informed of this talent of yours while I try to find some old records about it. If anything odd should happen please let me or the Weyrleader know."
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The harper knew the ballads and histories well. "To think I seem to share a talent with two such as Moreta and Lessa..." he said quietly, shaking his head, the reality of it all finally sinking in. "Oh, I'll certainly let you know should anything else happen, Weyrwoman." Lemurrin stood and bowed slightly. "Please, contact me when you find those old records; I'd be very interested in going over them." He smiled and made his way to the door.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 12:53 pm
RP: Hatching
Lemurrin was awakened, not long before his usual time, by both of his fire-lizards trilling softly in his ear. Hearing the newly-familiar sounds of dragons talking amongst themselves, he shot out of bed. The Hatching! Ariath's clutch was hatching! He dressed quickly in his candidate's whites, finger-combing his hair with "help" from Grenna and Brownie. "Stop it!" he ordered, grinning. "I'm trying to hurry!"
Grenna chirped a sassy reply, but complied, perching on Lemurrin's bed-side table. With a final nibble at the harper's hair, Brownie joined the little green.
Pulling on his boots, remembering how hot the Sands were, Lemurrin took a moment to scratch the silly things' head-knobs. "You can come, but stay out of the way!" With that, Lemurrin exited his quarter, joining the group of candidates trickling out of the barracks. He nodded at the few familiar faces -- So many new ones! he thought to himself -- and made his way the Hatching Grounds.
Time moved strangely, either speeding by in a blur, or going so slowly that the harper-boy could see every instant like a painting. He knew vaguely that his pair of flits were around somewhere, watching the proceedings with others of their kind. Catching little bits of draconic commentary, he shook his head. It still didn't seem quite right, this ability to "overhear" dragons. The thought left his mind as the first egg shattered. A brown. He watched as the hatchling nearly stumbled into another candidate, and grinned as Impression was made. The pair staggered away, and the Hatching continued in ernest. A blue and a green hatched together, finding their mates quickly.
Just then, two dainty greens, one dark, the other light, broke free fom their eggs. Oh, the dark one was so beautiful! Lemurrin's heart leaped as she made a beeline towards him. Their eyes met and the little green plopped down-- right in front of him. A plaintive voice, clearer than any he had ever heard, entered his mind. I am Saranth, can I eat now? L'mur -- for he was clearly L'mur now -- kneeled down and hugged the lovely green around the neck. "Yes, of course, love, we'll get you some food right away!" Oblivious to the commotion around him, Kirana Impressing the spring-green dragonet, a pair of bronzes and a brown breaking free of the confines of shelled walls, L'mur led Saranth out of the Hatching Grounds in search of her first meal.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 3:59 pm
[Reserved] Anniversary Event & Hatching Festivities Intros Lemurrin With Saranth's hunger sated, the green dragonet had been perfectly content to curl up on the rough ledge of L'mur's weyr. Grenna and Brownie, also having fed, were draped across various parts of the dragon's anatomy. L'mur himself smiled indulgently before tearing himself away from the presence of his dragon. His dragon! Entering the weyr, he changed quickly into a pair of clean breeches and a lightly embroidered blue tunic. He stomped into his boots, made a quick pass at his reddish hair, and made his way down to the Weyrbowl. It was a gorgeous afternoon and the sun streamed into the Bowl. L'mur looked around for a familiar face. Unfortunately, neither his parents nor any of his siblings had made it for the event. Kolina Ephia walked into the Weyrbowl, the golden dress that had been specifically made for her, flowed around her. The sun gave the gown a beautiful glisten to it as she moved across the bowl. Green eyes gazed around the area that had been set up to cater to dragons, riders and families alike. Tucking a piece of ebony hair behind her ear she smiled, she was one of the first to arrive. The hatching had gone beautifully and all the hatchlings were well on their way to slumber with full stomachs by now. Yes, everything was going wonderfully, and now the festivities could begin. So many people had wanted to greet the new riders to the ranks and Ephia was one of them. Ariath was perched on the ground for the time being. She much enjoyed teh awes and compliments sent her way and the best way to attain them was to be in full view of the guests. Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana wandered around the Weyrbowl rather depressed after this mornings hatching she hadn't been chosen to impress by a dragon. She was happy for her friends but still couldnt help but feel alone regardless of her two friends Ithean an Malathan trying to comfort her. They could feel her sadness and dissapointment. She smiled at the few she saw trying to be more cheerful than the felt. Her friend Remia impressed, a green. Yet she had not. She wondered is she was even worthy to impress... Orana continued to think. Malathan chirped and landed on Orana's shoulder crooning softly. She rubbed her small face against Orana's cheek comfortingly. She was still here. Malathan chirped once more. "Thank you love." She said scratching Malathan's eyeridge. Ithean flew around Orana's head untill orana held her other arm out so he could land. He cooned looking at her with large soft caring green eyes. Orana smiled. Amirynth Kalya sat idily by the side of the bowl, her mind going over her own impression. This event seemed to have gone just as fast as that day... so many intense emotions riding over her like the ocean waves. She closed her eyes as the memories came, even if it was not so long ago it seemed like another lifetime. And how did you exist with out me? The ever present voice uttered in her mind, the fodness of that day returing to the young dragon. "I do not know, but I must have done Love." Kalys smiled at her weyrmate who was sunning himself along the ridges as usual. "Though with as lazy are you are..." One of us needs to rest once in a while. Tarlith countered the banter with his own light concern for his rider colouring his voice. Kalya frowned slightly at the pointed reminder before shrugging slightly. "I'll rest when I can, there are people who need me." Thalion Galdor could hardly believe his fortune in impressing a dragon. When the dragon had made for him, there was no hesitation in its stride. From the moment it hatched, he had felt something stirr in him, another presence, a warm and friendly one, an accepting one... the small form had waddled its way to him quick as anything on it's new and clumsy legs. He hadn't feared it dispite the many horror stories of boys being torn apart by hatchlings. Somehow... he'd known it wouldn't harm him. Queth was his now, a brown dragon. Very respectable in his opinion. Not the top of the class like the bronzes but just below.
His master would be proud of him, perhaps a bit sad... the older man was shocked to hear that his apprentance and fosterchild had been selected as a canidate, a bit saddened even. It meant that if selected, his fosterchild wouldn't be around as much to help with the shop... though Galdor had already established in his mind that he'd make regular visits and spare as much time as possible to helping him. Perhaps he might even manage to customise his rider gear? It was a new and strange thought, really... one he hadn't expected to have ever.
The older boy sat beside his sleeping hatcling on the far side of the gathering area. He'd been directed here shortly after the hatching, and after having fed his dragon- which was something he'd have to learn to grow a stomach for- he had made his way over. Still dressed in the white tunic which, oddly enough, very nearly matched his long chalky white hair. A birthmark that capped his scalp and ran down along his back- not the most attractive thing in the world, he'd grown his hair out long to hide it. However, the mark left his hair white, as if already he was in his elder years. Galdor was slightly sensitive about it.
The dragonet's wedge-shaped head rested in his lap as he slowly ran his hand over the ridges of its eyes, watching it sleep. His dragon... what a strange thought. Him... a b*****d orphened leather-craft apprencance now a dragon rider. His lips quirked into a smirk at the thought. Werewolf What a hatching! Those had been Moth's words anyways, Farin thought as she strolled carefully down one of the minor corridors of the hatching amphitheater. She wasn't going to a particular place at the moment- in fact; she was attempting to avoid everyone. With the candidates now Weyrlings- it was time for her to take over in their training. The tall, brown skinned woman had been informed of this promotion of sorts just a few days prior- most likely, due to the fact that she'd already been wrung into subbing for the candidate master. It was only a matter of time... but this! You'll do fine, Love. They're good hatchlings. Moth spoke from somewhere foreign, having left the hatching grounds about an hour after the impressions ended. The greenrider couldn't tell exactly where that far-fetched nymph voice was coming from, but wherever it was she was sure she was busy chattering with the other grown dragons. And the often reclusive Moth to be doing anything involving 'chattering', was quite a feat. Perhaps she was feeling a bit more self important, after her reassignment. The woman paused, and flopped herself against the hard stone wall, and pressed the end of her thumb to her lips. She was a brooder, what a sorry state! She couldn't even enjoy a hatching, which had already filled her with a thousand fond feelings towards her beautiful Moth. Love? Farin squinted, and raised her head. It didn't matter if Moth wasn't in the dark corridor; she still had compulsive reactions to being spoken to. The little ones... Moth spoke, almost as a sigh. Farin stamped her booted foot on the ground. "Damnit-!" Why couldn't they behave for once? They were already somewhat of a Weyr joke. And Farin hated being apart of any portion of a joke. The woman turned, her mass of curly blonde hair puffing behind her as she crossed her arms over a pale purple tunic, and started towards the main door. It didn't take more then a few moments to make it over, pushing politely past a few strangling guests. The Weyr was full of buzzing occupants. As soon as she extricated herself past the large wooden doors from the human entrance, she was quickly commandeered by a flicker of bronze. He landed on her right shoulder- mostly to infuriate Vera, who had been thinking herself rather Queenly today after seeing the Big Queen hatch her eggs. Vera whined in frustration as he took to her shoulder, and instead, hovered about her with wild red eyes. "You two, cut it." She muttered bitterly, and gently grabbed Vera out of flight, and pulled her to sit upon the crook of her arm. There were quite a few people outside in the Weyr bowl- and in the distance she could make out Moth sitting upon on of the ridges. Placidly, she rushed a hand up through her hair, and decided to see what was about. Hero Rarehart Heroe walked slowly into the blow, the twilight air cooling her flushed tear stain cheeks. Clasped in her arms was her notebook were she kept her songs. Her blue firelizard shaped flute in her right hand. She looked up into the sky, hoping to see Moth and Farin flying about. Lemurrin L'mur stuck to the edge of the Bowl, taken aback at the number of guest and assorted weyrfolk. He stood on tiptoe, trying to find a friend: T'bell, perhaps, or Kalya. Liliath? Tarlith? He extended the tendril of thought, hoping that one or the other of them would be about. Tsunake Dusty beams of sunlight streamed across his leather tunic, forming intricate patterns upon the well-worn material. J'riar. He was in his hatchling's weyr, his hazel eyes gleaming fondly as they rested upon the baby's form. Natroth was beautiful, and even though it had been several hours since his hatching, the young man could not tear himself away. The deep color of the blue's hide continued to fascinate him, and one calloused hand reached out to gently stroke the dragon's nose. Natroth merely huffed a sigh, content now that the stabbing pains of hunger had subsided. Even now, his belly was still bulging with meat and it should hold him for quite a bit more. With a soft groan, the man stretched his arms over his head, then dropped them to push his shaggy brown hair out of his face. He hadn't moved from this spot, so enraptured with this precious baby. And he had chosen him, him of all people. Even now, his thoughts drifted over that smooth, alien voice's first words. 'I could not find you, but now you're here.' A low, contented sigh broke the memory, and, with a moment of hesitation, J'riar rose. He had Impressed a blue, his blue, his Natroth. That was worth any moment of sorrow in his life, maybe even including the death of his mo--the male rocked back with a jolt, uneasy splitting his thoughts. In response, Natroth shifted in his sleep, tail flicking as he picked up upon J'riar's thoughts. With another soothing pat, the male rose to exit the Weyr. His dragon would be find, although he was very reluctant to leave. Eyes shifted around the massive Weyrbowl, noting the other Weyrlings and a few of the unfortunate ones who had not Impressed. His father was not here, and, sad as it was, the man was secretly relieved. To think; his father had been so certain that he would not Impress so he could come back and work with the runnerbeasts. And now, he was a dragonrider, and would one day proudly protect Pern from the menace of Thread. With that, a grin split over his face, and the man allowed himself to leap into the air, if to relieve some of his excitement without yelling like a fool. Besides; that might wake Natroth. Then, his hazel eyes turned, spotting a green dragon up upon one of the ridges. Male or female, he could not tell, but another rush of pride suddenly swept through him. One day, his dragon would be able to do that to, and By the Shell, J'riar would ride him with pride. Studying the green a moment more, the man paused as he noticed some of the other new Weyrlings. Indeed, he was the oldest...yet this did not seemed to bother him at all. He might not fit in, of course, but Natroth would be his friend, his ally, always backing him up. One did not need many friends with a companion like that. Kolina Ephia caught sight of Moth and her eyes looked about for Farin. Witht he little crowds it should have been easy to locate the greenrider but it appeared that the woman was not around yet. Turning her attention to the Weyrlings which had begun to meander their way out to enjoy the festivities Ephia smiled and moved in their direction.
Mine, Moth says Farin will be here in a few moments.
'Thank you Love. I do need to speak to her about the Weyrlings. Could you have moth inform you when she arrives?'
An audible rumble from the queen was heard before the pleasant voice filled the weyrwomans head again. She has arrived.
'Well that was certainly fast.'
Glancing around again Ephia was pleased to catch sight of Farin. She changed her direction, making a mental note to locate the new Weyrlings again to congradulate and speak to them.
"Farin!" Ephia spoke loudly as she approached the woman, slowling her fast paced walk as she neared the greenrider. "Farin, I wanted to see how you were doing on your first day as Weyrlingmaster." A gleeful smile doned the Weyrwomans face as she looked upon the other rider.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 4:30 pm
Kalya & Kirana Amirynth Tarlith turned his head and bugled a greeting as he mentally poked Kalya. Your friend is out and about. The dragon seemed very pleased with himself about something and then extended a greeting to L'mur. Welcome new Dragon rider of PernKalya stood up to look for the her old friend. She had been overcome to see his face when he impressed and was eager to congratulate him. "Lemurrin!" She waves in his direction slightly before correcting herself. "L'mur!... Over here..." Lemurrin Tarlith's bugled greeting startled L'mur. So the blue was around! I thank you, blue Tarlith, he replied formally before an unrestrained smile split his face. "There you are, Kalya!" he called aloud, jogging over to join her. "You were at the Hatching, then?" L'mur asked, noting her use of the dragonrider's honorific. Amirynth "Not even plague, thread or shipwrecks could keep me away from the hatching." Kalya smiled and held out her arms to the harper. "You would have to thank Tarl for me getting there on time though... did a fair amount of flying and he still got me back with just enough for me to change clothes and dash down." She looked up and smiled at her beloved, a look softening across her face. "And so, what is it like to have a mouth crying hunger in the back of your head?" The healer giggled slightly at Tarl's indignant snort. Lemurrin L'mur hugged the bluerider and winked. "Good job, Tarlith. Nice to know at least one of you is responsible!" A rather sappy grin spread across the young rider's face at the allusion to his weyrmate. "It's wonderful," he said quietly. 'Even if it is like having a hundred famished fire-lizards all demanding food at once." He grinned. "She's sleeping peacefully now, though, thank goodness." "Listening" for a moment, he continued, "the little ones, too. They like having a big comfy dragon-bed!" Amirynth A rumbling came from Tarlith, not noticable except to the two that were connected to him. Kalya giggled at the dragon-bed remark "Nicker and Roller often use Tarlith, though he now dwarfs them a little." Tilting her head to the side she sighed slightly. "Though it looks like I am beeing called for again." As if on cue, Roller showed up with a chirp. Lemurrin L'mur offered Roller a hand to sniff. "I'll see you around, then," he replied. He was interrupted by the growling of his own stomach. In the excitement of the morning, the rider himself hadn't eaten a thing. He smiled guiltily and raised one eyebrow. "I think I'll find a snack, if you're on your way out." PenOfDL Kirana grinned as she spotted a familiar redhead across the Weyrbowl. Jogging a little as she lifted up her skirt to make it easier to run, Kirana practically leapt on L'mur, laughing. Lemurrin "Ack!" L'mur squawked, as the girl jumped at him. "Oh hi!" He caught her awkwardly in a hug, chuckling. PenOfDL "Hey!" Kirana said, grinning as she hugged L'mur and chuckled. "Seems the Harper Hall will be short two more now," She said, winking at him. "How have you been, mister? I haven't seen you since I was here last time." Lemurrin "So you did Impress!" he said, realizing how stupid that sounded. A brief memory flashed: the sight of a pale green hatchling heading towards Kirana just as Saranth had gone for him. "Congratulations! I've been, well, wonderful." L'mur grinned, only to have his stomach protest loudly. "And hungry. I managed not to eat today!" He made a face. "Join me?" he offered, jerking his head in the direction of the kitchens. PenOfDL
"Of course," Kirana said, grinning at L'mur. "Seen T'bell lately? He must be really busy with duties cause I haven't seen him since I've been here this time..." She said, fingering a fallen bit of hair as she walked with L'mur towards the kitchens.Lemurrin "No, I haven't." A small frown crossed the weyrling's face. "I'm sure he's just busy, though." L'mur had rather missed the greenrider. Entering the kitchens, he shrugged. "Ah, well." He grabbed up a plate and began to fill it with meat, bread, and vegetables. Inhaling deeply, his stomach growled again. "Smells wonderful," he breathed, pouring himself a hot mug of klah. PenOfDL "It does..." Kirana said, filling her plate with tubers and wherry steaks. "I didn't realize how hungry I really was until just now. It's hard to tell my feelings and desires from Laneth's. They're both just as strong as the other." Lemurrin L'mur nodded, knowing the feeling. "I was so busy stuffing gobs of meat into Saranth's gullet, I forgot to get anything for myself!" He grinned, pulling out a chair from a nearby table. L'mur ate quickly and neatly, eyeing the growing crowd. "Who else Impressed, d'you know? I have to admit I was more than a little distracted." PenOfDL "Nestren got a bronze, but I didn't recognize anyone else that Impressed," Kirana said, beaming brightly. Nestren...or what was it now...had Impressed a bronze. She couldn't feel more of a swell of sisterly pride if he really had been her younger brother. Lemurrin "Oh did he? I hope he'll show up this afternoon." L'mur didn't know the younger boy well, but they'd met once or twice. "I barely recognized anyone on the Sands today," he admitted. PenOfDL "Neither did I, so don't worry about it too much," Kirana said, spearing a tuber and gnawing on it. Lemurrin "Hm, well, we'll have plenty of time to figure out who's who, I'm sure." L'mur nodded, finishing up his plateful of food. Washing it down with the still-hot klah, he turned to his fellow greenrider. "We should probably go socialize or something..." PenOfDL Kirana smiled, nodding, "I'm sure others will show up eventually. They're probably still tending their dragonets. I was able to get Laneth oiled quite quickly, really. She's rather small, smaller than I thought a dragon might be." Lemurrin "She's the one that nearly butted heads with my Saranth, right?" L'mur smiled fondly at the thought. He vaguely remembered seeing Kirana Impress just when he had. "Mind if we walk a bit?" L'mur stood as he spoke, putting his empty plate in a sink and refilling his mug.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 8:17 pm
Kirana, Kalya, Remia, N'tren PenOfDL "Yup, that's her," Kirana said, smiling as she stood, following him as she dumped her plate and mug into the sink. "And a walk sounds good, really." Lemurrin L'mur nodded absently and exited the kitchens with the older girl. "Any familiar faces yet?" he asked, peering around. PenOfDL "Not really... Njaria should be about somewhere. Probably packing since she didn't Impress," Kirana said, putting her hands to her side, smoothing out over her dress. "She's got her Wher to worry about, anyway. She didn't need a dragon." Lemurrin "Who's Njaria?" L'mur asked, not recognizing the name. "You look nice, by the way." He smiled, noticing the dress for the first time. PenOfDL "Thanks," Kirana said, smiling at L'mur. "And Njaria was this really annoying candidate from the Bakercraft Hall. Arrogant little priss. She and I had words when I was here the first time, and then after I got back." Lemurrin "Ha! So, not someone you're particularly sad to see leave then." L'mur grinned. "I wonder who-all will stick around the Weyr, waiting for the next Hatching..? That's what I did, and well.." he waved a hand in the general direction of his own quarters, "It was certainly worth it." PenOfDL "That it was..." Kirana said, chuckling. "You know, I just got into the search line for a gag to see if the dragon would laugh in my face..." Lemurrin L'mur laughed outright. "Did you really? Apparently you didn't get laughed at then. I always sort of planned to present myself again, especially since, well..." he trailed off. He still wasn't sure if his "gift" was supposed to be common-knowledge or not. Kirana was trustworthy, though. "I hear them," he finished. "The dragons. They talk to me." L'mur blushed, wondering how this confidence would be recieved. PenOfDL Kirana glanced at L'mur, looking rather shocked, "You...can hear them? ALL of them?" She asked, more than a little shocked. She couldn't remember a case of a male who could hear all dragons before. The Harpers had theorized that it was only a talent women had because of women are more sensitive to emotions and thoughts. Empathetic, she remembered her father calling it. Lemurrin L'mur rubbed the back of his neck. "Yes. I hear them, even when I don't necessarily mean to, and they talk to me sometimes." He bit his lip. "The Hatching was a bit overwhelming, I must say, with so many all together. Oh," he continued, "The Weyrwoman knows. She was, ah, surprised." L'mur grinned. "Ariath hadn't told her!" PenOfDL "Well, she would have a right to be surprised. There haven't been reports of a male Hear All before..." Kirana said. "This is certainly unique. Amazing, too..." She said, grinning brightly at L'mur.
Lemurrin "There haven't?" It was L'mur's turn to be surprised. He'd known it was rare but.. supposedly only limited to women? "Huh. Well!" He rubbed the back of his neck again, abashed. PenOfDL Kirana smiled, chuckling and clapping L'mur on the back, "You're just real special," She said, smirking. "Besides, you're a greenrider now. Just one of us girls," She said, winking. Lemurrin "Thaaaanks," he drawled sardonically, giving Kirana a gentle punch on the arm. "And I'll take the 'special' comment as a compliment," L'mur said, putting on a haughty air. That lasted only a moment before he broke down and laughed. Amirynth Kalya came back on that comment and couldn't help but chuckle. "That would make me one of the guys then." She came up to L'mur and nodded a hello to the other girl before realizing that the familiarity did not bring a name ot the face. "I apoligise, I must have been away longer that I thought, I don't think I can remember your name." PenOfDL Kirana smiled, "I've been away myself, actually," She said, grinning at Kalya. "I'm Kirana. You?" She asked, offering the other woman her hand. Lemurrin L'mur turned and poked Kalya in the side. "You're certainly tall enough!" he laughed up at her. "Kalya, this is Kirana, another new greenrider" he began, stopping as the girl spoke for herself. Amirynth "Kalya, Dragonrider of Blue Tarlith and journeyman healer." The dragonrider smiled a welcome into the fold and then turned to L'mur. "I see you have met this 'teller of tales', hopefully he hasn't lead to too much astray." She chuckled lightly at the friendly jab, full of high spirits. Lemurrin "Oh, right!" L'mur exclaimed, making a face at the bluerider. "I'm the bad guy here, I see how it is." rimedragona Remia shook herself. Why was she just sitting here? Trith was fine, content from her headknob to the tip of her tail. I need to be having some fun, I think.She looked about for anyone she recognized, and saw some scattered groups of people she vaguely recognized. weyrlings? she wondered. She hesitated for a moment, frowning, wondering if she should go say hello. She'd be spending quite a bit of time with them in the future. It would be good to get off on a good foot... but I don't want to interrupt them. I suppose I could wait, but then they might think I'm standoffish. she sighed in her indecisiveness, before a voice interrupted her. If they don't want to talk to you, mine, you can always come back by me. It is nice and warm here. Trith suggested sleepily. Remia blinked. It was still surprising, having someone else in her head with her. 'And so you're right, love. I guess I shall go say hello, then.'She smoothed her hand along the fabric and then put on her best smile, walking towards one of the groups, chosen at random. PenOfDL "Nah. He's a good kid. Just one of us girls," Kirana said, clapping L'mur on the back. "I think he'd actually look great in a gather dress and a pair of fancy dress flats," She said, smirking evily at her fellow Weyrling. Amirynth "Nahhh your definatly not as bad as that M'xan." She paused for a moment as she realized what she had said and closed her lips tight. Blithly she attempted to change the subject and heard Kirana change it for her. "I remember once dressing Lemurrin in a rather nice gather dress...." She giggled again before realising the cup in her hand was empty which explained her mood. Lemurrin "Heyyy, no fair ganging up on me!" L'mur spotted a vaguely familiar person headed towards them and siezed upon the distraction. "Hello there," he called, giving the girl a wave. rimedragona Remia had approached right at the comment about putting L'murr in a dress, and though she didn't know any of them well, this was a topic she knew something of. So she curtsied, and said with a smile, "Maybe in a nice green silk... with some details in gold thread to brighten it up a bit." She bit her lip at her temerity, and then put out a hand. "Hi, my name is Remia. Sorry about that, but I just couldn't resist..." Amirynth "Ahh you mean like mine?" She held up her dress for inspection, quite proud of the work. "Actually I think it was a blue gather dress..." She continued to tease the new green rider, knowing he would get his own back rather quickly. With a more meaningful nod she greeted the new conversant, "Welcome Remia." Lemurrin "I swear, that never happened!" L'mur crossed his arms over his chest, attempting to look stern, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "But I would have been quite attractive!" He grinned and stuck his hand out to Remia. "L'mur. Nice to meet you." Naree N'tren walked past the group caught up in his own conversation with Dataith. The little one was in a curious state; the bold little bronze was a combination of hunger and questions in dragon hide. Rubbing his head nobs, N'tren tried to feeding his friend some meatrolls. Tastes like...what is it supposed to taste like? The faceted eyes whirled with confusion and wonder. Laughing and trying not to drop the little fellow, the new bronze rider shrugged. "I don't know. What does raw meat taste like?" Food??Seeing Kirana in the group, he decided to make his way over. rimedragona "Hello, L'murr!" Remia said, splitting her attention between the two of them. "And yes, something like that lovely dress. Who made it, if I might ask? I thought the green would set it off from his hair." Remia had cast an admiring glance at the dress, before taking L'murr's hand in a gentle grip. Her own dress was a lovely cinnimon color, with cream beadwork around the edges. it had been one of her senior apprenticing projects at the crafthall, one she had not quite completed there, but finished here at the Weyr. Movement caught the corner of her eye, and she glanced over to see another weyrling and his fledgling making they're way over. "Someone else new! Welcome!" she nodded a greeting. Amirynth "My mother made it, I finished it off." She smiled fondly of the memories. "It was a present to me for my impression..." The voice tapered off as the dragon rider sank into her thoughts for a moment, a blissful look over her face before she shook herself out of it slightly and looked around, eyes bright. "So many memories come back, and it wasn't too long ago my Tarl was about that size." Kalya smiled at the new arival to the group. rimedragona Remia nodded, her attention coming back to her felllow green rider, listening to her talk. "You do lovely work. Are you... from the Weaverhall, by chance?" Remia asked, a bit hesitantly. The small bronze was also taking up her attention, making her think of her own green beauty sleeping upstairs. "I'm still having trouble beleiving it, that I Impressed..." Remia trailed off, her eyes shining. Amirynth Kalya suddenly turned and looked off into the passage way before turning back, a slight frown on her face. She had thought she had left Nicker and Roller with Tarlith but now she wasn't quite sure. Sending a thought to her weyrmate she found him asleep. "That's one thing to get used to... all they do is eat and sleep... and grow." She smiled a little lighter, thinking of Tarl, "And sometimes they never stop just eating and sleeping." the blue rider chuckled. Lemurrin L'mur quirked a brow at Kalya. "That much I'd noticed already!" He adopted a listening-pose of his own. Good. Saranth was still sleeping peacefully with the firelizards. Naree N'tren made his way over to the group. The only person he recoginzed was Kirana and he quickly moved to her side. Dataith, now wide awake, was poking his nose into the clothing of everyone and trying to smell and take in everything. Why is her skin green? Why is does that one have straight hair? Where are their friends? Will they be my friends?The boy could not help it. He burst out laughing trying to keep his Dattie tight. The glazed look in his eyes said it all. "You should be with the others, silly. But I had to help with the meals. I am sure that tomorow I will be a kitchen drudge no more. I am your rider, Datiath. But you will lose the heat from the fires soon..." Nodding to everyone else as almost realizing that they were still around him, he gave a sheepish grin. Looking around, he realized that everyone was in their gather or seventhday fineries while he was still in his working clothes. Lemurrin L'mur grinned, hearing the little bronze's barrage of questions. "Hello there," he directed at the hatchling. He peered at the boy who must be his rider. "You're Kirana's friend, Nestren, was it? Er.. N'tren, now?" Amirynth A small yawn over came her and the dragon rider looked down a the cup once more. "This must have been stronger than I thought. I may go copy the werylings and take a nap myself." With a gracious bow to the group she turned and gave the bronze a friendly scratch on the eye ridge before making her way through the throng. With a last wave at the door she headed up to her quarters to rest a little. rimedragona Remia nodded, agreeing as well, but a yawn threatened, and she covered her mouth quickly. "Oops... I guess I'm finally coming down from all this. It was lovely talking to all of you, but I think I might go curl up until morning... or Trith rises, whichever comes first. I'm sorry to cut our meeting so short, N'tren, but I'm sure we'll talk more tomorrow?" she asked hopefully, looking about to direct the question at the group at large. Lemurrin L'mur waved as Remia and Kalya both departed. "Rest well," he said, trying not to yawn in turn. rimedragona Remia waved at L'murr before she curtsied her way out of the little circle, heading towards the stairs, and sleep.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 10:38 pm
G'dor, N'tren Thalion Galdor had pardoned the woman who had bumped into him quietly, insisting that it was his fault for sitting in such a place as he scuffled his way from the celebration momentarily. Queth had been woken from the woman, startled and angered slightly. It had taken some coaxing to get him to calm down, but Galdor- or G'dor rather as his dragon reminded him that his name was far too hard for him to remember- had kept a runner and many, many felines over the course of his life. His craft-worn hands were rough but gentle, and the dragon loved them. The roughness, he insisted, felt rather pleasent. Pleasent or not- he didn't want to stay up, even with the potential for more caressing at the rough hands of his rider. Rather, he longed for a long sleep after having eaten. Galdor obliged, working up the courage to inquire as to where to have his dragon rest. For now, the wyerling wyer was where he and his dragon would be staying. While he was there, he changed into something more appropreate, touched up on himself a bit.
Upon re-entering the celebration hall he looked a bit more appropreate for such an occasion. His long white hair pulled back into a ponytail, well brushed and well tied rather than tossed up. He wore one of his finer tunics over a clean white shirt, a pair of dark leather pants he had helped make himself, and a pair of thick boots.
Pulling at his lip he approached the others that he had reconized from the impression, his eyes lowering slightly. He was quite shy, it was apparent in his hesitant strude, but these would be his wingmates, and wheather or not he liked it... he'd have to get to know them. "...I... congradulate you all..." he muttered shyly. Naree N'tren nodded at the other boy and bowed to the two other riders who were leaving. It was getting late and it was really time to get Dataith to sleep. "I am N'tren now. And this curious beast is Dataith. He seems to only want to eat and ask questions." Eyes whirling quickly, Dataith bobbed his head at the one who had spoken to him. Can anyone else speak to me? Do you speak to others? You should not because you are mine and not theirs..."It is okay. I need to get Dataith to the ledges... Perhaps, you could persuade him?" He said this with a hopeful look at L'mur. A little upset at the dragon's reproachful tone, N'tren gave the bronze's belly a good scratch. "And yes, I am only yours." Lemurrin "Hm? Oh, thank you." L'mur smiled at the shy young man who had approached them. "Congratulations to you, as well. And you are..?" He brushed an errant strand of hair out of his face. He leaned over to scratch the bronze's eye-ridges. "I speak to the others, yes, but N'tren is always yours. And if you rest now, you'll have more energy to ask questions later," he said sensibly. Naree Sleep? I suppose I should sleep and then you and N'tren can answer my questions. And I can stay warm. My hide is cold and itchy. Blinking sleepily, the little bronze drooped his head and gave an impressed hiccup. I am hungry, love.Chuckling, N'tren waved his thanks to L'mur. "Then I shall feed you and oil you and drop you amoungst the others. Thank you for that... I do not think I have ever asked so many questions in all of my fourteen turns. I shall see everyone tomorow at training." Bowing slightly, the youth left with Datiath to tend to his needs. Lemurrin L'mur grinned at N'tren and the hatchling. "I'll see you both later, then. I can only wonder if my Saranth will be as talkative!" He turned back to the white-haired boy, waiting for an introduction. Thalion "Gald-....er....G'dor now it is..." He smiled a bit, extending a hand for a traditional handshake. They were covered in scars, hardened and dried by his craft but not hidiously so, "Queth insists that my name is too long and that I shorten it. I do recall such a tradition among the riders..."
He stopped himself, noting that he'd been rambling, "Urn... What might your name be?" Lemurrin "I'm L'mur, formerly Lemurrin, rider of green Saranth," he said, his voice tinged with pride. "Are you new to the Weyr?" the young man asked, shaking G'dor's hand. Thalion "Indeed I am... my master and I work a shop just outside of it. Leather crafters." He gave the boy a strong handshake and a polite nod of the head, "Oh.. yes, I am the rider of brown Queth... quite an honor to have a dragon." Releasing the boy's hand he returned it to a pocket at his side, "I never in my wildest dreams would have believed that I would impress one... least of all something as noble as a brown. It was quite the turn-out at the hatching... I must say I have read up on them before and this exceeds the average ammount of candidates." Lemurrin "Leather-craft? My brother is a journeyman tanner, up north. I was trained as a harper, but I've been hanging about the Weyr waiting for a Hatching this past Turn." L'mur nodded in agreement. "Quite a crowd, indeed. A good-sized clutch, as well, especially for the Queen's first." Thalion "Very well done indeed. Especially for a first." He shuffled a bit, turning his head upwards to take a long look at the others in the room. To think, in a few weeks they would all know one another, training side-by-side to become what was perhaps the most respected position in all of Pern. How proud his foster-father would be... will be when he hears the news. He makes a small mental note to write him as soon as he returns to his wyer. "I am... rather embarassed to admit this is the first hatching I've attended personally." Lemurrin "Well, I stood at the last Hatching, but didn't Impress. So I've never really been an observer at a Hatching." L'mur's chin jerked up as something stirred in the back of his mind. Hunger pangs.. a cry for attention... "I'm sorry, G'dor, but Saranth is awake and needs tending." With an apologetic smile, the young rider hurried away to fuss over his dragon.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 11:53 pm
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What can I possibly write? How can I put the joys of the day into words? I am a dragonrider of Pern. L'mur, connected forever with green Saranth. Each time I tell myself it must be a dream, the loving presence in the back of my mind persuades me otherwise. She is perfect. A lovely deep green, bright eyes, slender.. even with the belly-bulge of her latest meal. My Saranth.
After the flurry of excitement surrounding the Hatching itself, I made sure she was fed and oiled. While she napped on the ledge, I went down to the Weyrbowl to catch up with old friends and introduce myself to the other weyrlings. Kirana Impressed, as did a friend of hers, N'tren. G'dor and Remia both seem to be decent sorts, although we only spoke briefly.
Something Kirana said has been niggling at my thoughts. Apparently only women have been recorded as being able to hear dragons like I can. It doesn't particularly bother me, but I do find it strange. I may have to spend some quality time amongst the old Records, searching for more information. Not that I have any idea when I'll have the time to do any research!
Saranth has awoken yet again. Perhaps she'll accompany me to the Weyrbowl this evening for further celebration.
~ L'mur
Greenrider of Rias Weyr
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