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 Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 10:56 pm
Heroe & N'tren Lemurrin With Saranth properly pampered and sleeping once again, L'mur left his quarters to rejoin the others in the Weybowl. A quick trip to the kitchens provided the young rider with a handful of tubers and a mug a klah. Re-entering the main cavern, the red-headed youth spotted a few others approximately his own age. Hero Rarehart Heroe happened to turn just in time to see L'mur stride toward her and the other canadates. She tried to show her best smile for her greeting. Lemurrin L'mur smiled at the girl. "Oh hello. I'm sorry, I can't think of your name..." He gave a self-deprecating shrug. Hero Rarehart "My name is Heroe... I saw you impressed..." She said quietly, casting her eyes away shyly. "You must be thrilled to find your Bond Mate..." Lemurrin "Nice to meet you, Heroe. I'm Lem-- L'mur." He grinned at the reference to his beloved green. "And yes. I keep thinking it's all a dream until she informs me otherwise!" L'mur stopped suddenly, realizing this girl must be one of the unlucky ones. "Well, that's neither here nor there. Are you enjoying the feast?" Naree Dataith settled with the other Hatchlings and Cidrey proclaiming he didn't need to do women's work anymore, N'tren was a loss of what to do. Everyone was still in a good mood and the pits were still fired up. A hunk of meat and some bread did not sound like a bad idea.
He wondered if he would be able to catch a taste of the fabled Benden wine!
Lurking around, now in clothes of russet brown and forest green, the holder's son almost seemed to suit his title. N'tren wondered if any of his friends were about to spend marks with... Moving to the cart with bubbly pies, he hoped to catch someone's eye. Lemurrin "Speaking of," L'mur continued, "I smell bubbly pies!" With a grin and a wave, he trotted off in search of the delicious treats. Naree N'tren had pulled out some marks when he noticed L'mur walking up to the cart. Doing a quick mental count, he waved to the other boy and pointed. "Two bubbly pies please."
"Did you get Saranth(sp?) settled okay? I had to convince Dataith that sleep did eventually end..." Lemurrin "Oh! Thank you, N'tren." L'mur patted at his pockets, realizing he didn't have any marks with him anyway. Accepting the hot pastry gingerly, he nodded thanks at the baker as well. "And yes, after another meal and a thorough oiling, Saranth was more than happy to curl up in the sun again." Naree "You are welcome. You can just owe me the next time I am hungry or something."
Eating the pie as quickly as possible while still trying to savor the taste, N'tren grinned at his honorific name. Licking his fingers clean, he gave a happy sigh. "I don't think the pie in my father's hold were ever this good. Not that I would tell him that... It is still amazing you know? To Impress. I keep wondering if I will wake up." Lemurrin L'mur blew on his fingers as he took a bite. "S' goo' 'n' hot!" he exclaimed around a mouthful of fruit and crust. Swallowing and clearing his throat, he grinned (he seemed to be doing that a lot recently, he noted) at the boy. "I know exactly what you mean. I keep thinking it's all a dream, and that I'll suddenly wake up. And then there's this beautiful green dragon reminding me, rather crankily I might add, that she most certainly is not a dream, and that she's hungry." He snickered, finishing the last of the pie and licking juice from his fingers. Naree "I know what you mean. Dataith asks more questions than all of my younger siblings combined. Is Saranth as curious?"
The pies gone and the warmth in his belly settling, N'tren began to walk, hoping L'mur would follow with him. Lemurrin More than willing to oblige, L'mur fell into step with N'tren. "Actually, Saranth's been fairly quiet, except for when she's hungry. I think once that initial hunger fades, she'll be more aware of, well, something besides her stomach." He nodded absently, remembering how ferociously hungry his pair of fire-lizards had been right after they'd hatched. Naree "Now that I think about it, you are quiet as well. You never said much to me when I was working in the kitchens beyond please and thank you. Maybe the dragon reflects the rider?"
That was another profound thought from one so young. But his whole life had changed in the instant his eyes locked with Dataith. Rubbing his fabrics, they were itchy against his skin. Looking ahead, the whole weyr seemed alive with humans and dragons alike. Lemurrin "Hmm." L'mur thought about that for a moment. "They do say that's the case. And it seems so, from the riders I've met." With a small shrug, he looked at N'tren inquisitively. "Were you weyrbred, then?" Naree Grinning, he shook his head. Others had asked that question before, but he was just so open-minded.
"Nuh-huh! I am the third child of Holders Swakeal and Neteria. They are about a day or so away from Rias. I was just always very curious and open-minded..."
N'tren trailed off and started laughing so hard that he had to stop in his steps. Soon he was holding his stomach, leaving his friend confused. Lemurrin L'mur blinked. He wasn't used to having people suddenly fall over laughing. "Er, N'tren..?" He patted the boy's back hesitantly. Naree "Th-the drag-gon does reflect the ri-rider..." He said finally gasping for air. Trying to straighten, he gave a whoop of joy.What is funny? Do I know how to laugh? You woke me up. My belly is hungry and I will go find food. If I find food can I eat it?Once again the barrage of questions from his clever bronze. Turning to L'mure, N'tren could do nothing but grin. "See what I mean? I wonder how my mother ever kept up with my own curiousity. You know I traded my own marks to get here when a rider stopped at my hold and told me of Rias? I must have been a trundle bug to him the way I picked his brain... I must take my leave of you. I worry that Dataith is willing to go find his own food." Lemurrin L'mur grinned, sharing the boy's amusement, and laughed out loud as Datiath's questions filled his mind. "Go feed your dragon before he tries to chomp one of the others," he quipped. "I'll see you again, I'm sure."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:07 pm
Kirana, N'tren PenOfDL Kirana raked a hand through her hair, chuckling to herself. She'd slipped off when the crowd had started to gather. She was still rather uncomfortable around such a large group, better off one on one. Noticing N'tren moving away from L'mur, she grinned, waving to him while wandering back over to L'mur.
"Sorry about dropping off like that..." She said, rubbin the back of her neck. "I still get a little overwhelmed in a crowd. Did I miss anything important?" Kimie Kitty L'mur nodded, accepting her apology. "No worries, I'm not used to such a fuss myself." He indicated the baker's cart with a jerk of his head. "N'tren treated me to a bubbly pie-- which you really shouldn't miss, if you've got a mark on you-- but then Datiath awoke, so he left," he summarized. PenOfDL "Ah, nothing too major then," Kirana said, smiling. "Laneth's still sleeping like a baby. Though, I don't know how she could with Verde drapped over her muzzle like she is," Kirana said, flicking out a wrist pouch and fingering a mark out of the small stash she'd brought brought with her. Kimie Kitty "Last I saw, Grenna was curled up between Saranth's forearms and Brownie was stretched alongside her neck." He shook his head in amusement. "Silly little things, they seem so proud to have a Large One to sleep on. Grenna in particular." L'mur rolled his eyes at the flit's attitude. "It's gone straight to her head, I fear!" PenOfDL Kirana chuckled and nodded as she picked up the bubbly after settling the mark down on the baker's cart, "I just hope they don't make things difficult, like getting in the way during training or something..." Kimie Kitty "I've thought of that, but my pair, at least, are fairly obedient, except for when they're really excited. And if a dragon tells them to bug off, they shoud. Maybe sulk for a while, but well, you know how they are. They'd forget to be in a bad mood by the time the training session was over." L'mur snickered. PenOfDL Kirana laughed a bit, "You're lucky then. Azure is rather well behaved, but Verde... The dragon has to practically threaten to eat her before she goes away. I just really hope the Weyrlingmaster is patient." Kimie Kitty "We can only hope." L'mur grinned. "Speaking of, who is the Weyrlingmaster?" PenOfDL "I...um... I don't really know," Kirana said, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm sure they'll tell us soon," She said, grinning. "I mean, we're starting lessons practically right away, right?" Kimie Kitty "I'd think so. Dragons are supposed to grow quickly, so I can't imagine we'll have too many more days of lazing around like this." L'mur grinned-- as if being beckoned to provide food and coddling every other hour was relaxing! PenOfDL Kirana nodded, chuckling, "Hopefully not too many. So much food has to be worked off, or our little dragonets are gonna get heavy." Kimie Kitty "Honestly, I don't know where she puts it all! I feed her, there's a bulge, she falls asleep, wakes up ravenous, gets another bulge... I couldn't do it, that's for sure." L'mur patted his own slim stomach. PenOfDL Kirana laughed and nodded, "Me either," She said. "I do get really hungry after a full day, but not after doing nothing." Kimie Kitty "But then, you're not growing and nearly splitting your hide, either," he quipped. Taking a seat at a nearby table, a thoughtful expression crossed L'mur's face. "I was thinking about what you said earlier. About there being no males recorded as being able to hear dragons..." He trailed off, not really knowing where he was going with this line of discussion, but figured he might be able to bounce some ideas off Kirana. PenOfDL Kirana nodded, ""Oh? Come to any sort of conclusions or just forming ideas?" She asked with a grin. Kimie Kitty "I have no ideas. Just jumbled thoughts.. which is unusual for me. I'm harper-trained; I'm used to knowing things!" He grimaced. "You know how that is, I'm sure... In any case, I suppose I know my dragonlore as well as anybody, maybe more than some... but all the knowledge in the world wouldn't make a dragon talk to someone he didn't like." L'mur brushed an errant strand of hair out of his face. "So... as self-absorbed as it sounds, my main question is.. why me?" PenOfDL "My main assumption is that it has to deal with your level of empathy. Green and blueriders are suppose to have higher and more attuned senses of empathy, just like their dragons. That's why they make sure good searchriders," Kirana said. Kimie Kitty L'mur bit his lip. "While that does make sense.. it doesn't explain why only women have been like this. Queenriders, even, not greens or blues. Lessa and Moreta, to name the most famous." He shrugged. "Sorry, I haven't really talked to anyone about this." PenOfDL "Woman who have the ability to become queenriders..." Kirana frowned a bit. "Well, I suppose it's all odd, isn't it? It's hard for us to know what motivates a dragon." Kimie Kitty "And well, I'm not a queenrider. Or a woman, despite what rumor might say." L'mur grinned. "Not only don't we know what motivates a single dragon, but what about all of them? It's.. puzzling." He rubbed his head, as if somehow that would force his thoughts to organize and make some semblance of sense. PenOfDL "Not to mention there isn't much solid information on HADs as a group at all... Just scant bits of legend," Kirana said, running a hand through her hair. "There may have been many male HADs are far as we know. They just never had the oppurtunity or motive to admit their ability." Kimie Kitty "True. I almost wish I were still up north at the Harper Hall, or even at one of the older Weyrs, just for the records. I doubt I'll have the time to make the trip up for research." L'mur sighed. "I just find it hard to believe that anyone could have this.. ability.. and not tell anyone. Although," he admitted, "I was reluctant to tell people, myself." PenOfDL "Telling people you hear voices, especially in a Hold, might get you in serious trouble..." Kirana said. Naree Dataith had wandered from N'tren's bed. He had heard his mate telling him not to go anywhere. That he would come with food. But the smells were so good and his belly was so empty. Falling off the bed, he had hit the floor with legs going in all directions. Hungry. So hungry. I need to eat. It smells so good... It can not be too far and you can find me, beloved.Troddling along, Dataith took no notice of the destruction he left behind as he went in search of food. Kimie Kitty "Although, how many people in a Hold would have that kind of contact with dragons..? I don't think I ever met a dragonrider when I was at my parents' Hold, and only occasionally at the Hall." He shrugged. "A shame really. Promotes misunderstanding and all that." Naree N'tren reached his bunk and looked around. Dataith was no where to be found. Searching under the bunk and looking in the other weyrlings bunks, he shouted really loudly outloud and mentally.DATAITH! Where is your scrawny hide!?!A soft mental hiccup was at the back of his mind. There were mixed emotions of satisfaction, fullness, embaressment and concern. Running through the weyr, N'tren was shouting and looking everywhere for his dragonet.I am where the fire was...the woman gave me meat and scolded me for not having you. I was hungry and you were so slow. I did not think you would mind.N'tren reached the cooking caverns and saw a sleepy bronze being admired by the crowd. Trying not to show the relief on his face, the weyrling put his hands on his hips and used the tone of voice he would take with his younger siblings. "Dataith! You do not leave without me. You have caused much trouble and gotten where you do not belong. IF you ever do such a thing again, I will let the queens have you!"
Scooping up with lifemate, N'tren bowed to everyone around him. "I apologize for him. It seems like I must keep this silly little lizard in my arms in order to keep track of him. Dattie, you took turns off my life and I do not have that many to begin with... If you would like, I can help clean up his mess."
But everyone waved him off and told him to go take care of his new ward. PenOfDL Kirana smiled, "There's usually a Watchdragon in a Hold," She said. "But that was the farthest extent I ever had contact with a dragon." Kimie Kitty "And even the watchdragons aren't--" He was interrupted by the sound of yelling and a flurry of mental explanations... in a mind-tone he'd recently learned to identify as-- "Datiath?" L'mur stood up and looked around, trying to find the source of the distraction. PenOfDL "N'tren's bronze?" Kirana asked, frowning. "What's up, L'mur?" She asked, glancing about as well. "I don't see N'tren anywhere." Naree By now, N'tren was hloding very tightly onto Dataith. Making his way back to the Gather, he was still in the midst of his scoldings and Dataith's apologies when they bumped back into L'mur and Kirana.
"You are forgiven love. But never again, understand?"
Yes. Was the meek response. Kimie Kitty "I don't know, exactly," L'mur started to explain, just as N'tren bumped into them. "Ah. There you are," he said to the boy. "Datiath decided to go exploring?" He grinned. Naree Nodding slowly, N'tren was sure that he made his point across to the little bronze. "His stomach could not wait for me to get there..."I said I was sorry."I know, Dattie. But you made such a mess for others to clean up..." Sighing, the boy patted his bronze on the head. PenOfDL Kirana smiled at N'tren, clapping him on the back, "Hey there," She said, grinning at him before glancing down at the bronze. "He's a handsome fella," She said, beaming. Naree "Thanks. He is lucky he is not food for the wherries..."
Finally allowing himself to realize how funny the situation was and how it could have been worse, N'tren finally allowed himself to chuckle. "The looks on everyone's faces..." Kimie Kitty "I didn't see it, but I heard you yelling, and then Datiath." L'mur grinned. "Like rider, like dragon..?" Naree Letting a smile play across his face, N'tren once again looks like a fourteen year old instead of a worried parent. "Like rider, like dragon indeed..." PenOfDL Kirana laughed softly, grinning at N'tren, "Like rider, like dragon. I guess that's why Laneth is so relaxed and laid back." Naree "Perhaps, for both of our sakes, I need to learn to control my enthusiasm and curiousity before it gets us into too much trouble. Eh, Dattie?"
Snorting a little, the little bronze crooned and drifted to sleep in his arms. Rearranging his load, N'tren looked at Kirana. "Did you have one of the bubblys yet?" Kimie Kitty "We had a talk about this earlier," L'mur explained, thoroughly amused. "Saranth is mostly quiet, although I've certainly been talking more today than I usually do." Naree "According to my mother, I could wear her ears out in my younger days. I think I have gotten better at controling myself. Though I did the same thing to Cidrey when I first arrived."
Rubbing Dataith, he noticed his skin was a little dry and flaky. "I am neglecting you, Dattie. You are dry as a bone. Are you two just walking around? I will find you after I have oiled and put this one down to bed."I am sleepy. And my hide itches on my back leg. You could never neglect me.The little dragonet crooned and snuggled into N'tren even more. Turning around, the weyrling gave a grin. "I saw that the other dragons were asleep when I went to find this one. Of course, the boys and girls dorms are separate." PenOfDL "Yup," Kirana said, smiling at N'tren. "Had one a few minutes ago," She said, pausing for a moment as her eyes glazed over slightly, a smile playing on her lips.
Ruddy wherryhen! Laneth's voice echoed in Kirana's head. That blasted flit of yours was sleeping on my nose... Kimie Kitty L'mur snickered. "Er, sorry. I don't mean to listen in," he said, by way of apology. "The young ones are loud though." Am I loud? came the tentative query. No actually, you've been very quiet. Do you need anything? L'mur's eyes glazed over as well, not used to communicating strictly by thought.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 11:41 pm
RP: In the Weyrling BarracksNaree N'tren made his way to the bed that belonged to him and Datiath. Someone had thoughtfully left a container of salve by each bed. Gently placing his bronze down, he opened up the jar and smelled it.
"This stuff doesn't smell to pleasant. Hold still so I can completely cover your hide."Please hurry! I itch very much. Lemurrin After a quick trip to his own quarters not far from the barracks, L'mur and green Saranth entered the barracks. "Saranth wanted company," he explained, holding a similar jar of oil. I wish to be oiled, Saranth corrected. I do not mind company.L'mur rolled his eyes and pushed up his sleeves. "Well, she wanted to be oiled, and I wanted company," he grinned. Saranth stretched out and lay her wedge-shaped chin on L'mur's leg. Naree N'tren handed him the jar of salve and gave a grin. He already had a good amount in his hands and was working on Datiath's hind quarters. He could hear the little bronze crooning happily, his eyes lidding over.
"I enjoy company myself. I feel weird when I am alone."You are never going to be alone again. I am you and you are me. And together we shall fly.Chuckling, N'tren watched as L'mur started to oil Saranth. "And I guess you were never alone? Have you always heard dragons?" Lemurrin Saranth nearly purred with the pleasure. I itched. This helps, she affirmed. L'mur gave her an extra scratch along her jawline as he smoothed the oil over her dark green hide. "No, actually, it's been fairly recently. Around the time Ariath flew, I think." PenOfDL Kirana wandered into the Weyrling barrack after them, yelping as he flits sieged her, "Guuuuys!" Kirana whined, waving them way as she moved over to Laneth and flopped down next to her spring green weyrling, the tiny dragon leaning up and settling her muzzle on Kirana's thigh, studying the others in the room. Naree "I think I arrived just after the flight. I do remember everyone being in a tizzy when I arrived. Feeling better, love?"
His voice had switched to dragon-tone and was full of love/pride. Taking some more salve from the jar, N'tren now worked on the mid-section of his dragon which was full from the feast he had found.So full. The itching has stopped, though I liked being oiled."Do all the dragons sound different in your head?" Lemurrin L'mur nodded a greeting at Kirana and Laneth. "I'm rather surprised my pair aren't in here as well," he mused. They eat Saranth informed her rider. "Oh," he said out loud. "She says they're eating," he relayed. L'mur continued to work the oil into the smooth hide. It felt wonderfly warm under his hands. "Hm? Yes, they do. Mostly like their riders, I've noticed. Datiath sounds like you." Naree Waving to Kirana and Laneth, N'tren set Datiath down into the soft covers and watched him settle in. Rubbing his hands on an old rag so as not to mess up his Gather clothes, N'tren stood up and stretched.
"Saranth is a girl. Does that mean she sounds like you would if you were a girl? And I wonder if Datiath's voice will change when mine does?"
Walking over to Kirana and Laneth, he gave the green a friendly rub on the head. "Is it just me or do they all seem so perfect?" PenOfDL "They're all perfect," Kirana said, smiling at Laneth leaned into N'tren's hand, rumbling happily before settling her head back on Kirana's leg.
You were right, Mine. He's very sweet, Laneth's voice rumbled. He has a good heart. I can feel it. Lemurrin "Maybe she sounds how I did before my voice changed. I was a boy soprano at the Hall." Of course we are perfect, Saranth retorted, blowing air out of her nostrils with a huff. L'mur laughed and mimicked his dragon's inflection perfectly. Naree "Oh, were you a Harper then? Did you get a chance to sing at events and such?"
Patting Laneth on the head, he walked back over to where Datiath was snoozing contently. Stiffling a yawn, he collapsed onto the bed. He wanted to sleep but he wanted to keep talking as well. "Did you and Kirana come from the same hall?"
This time he did yawn as he made himself comfortable on the bed. PenOfDL
Kirana chuckled, "I was at a Fishercraft Hall before I was sent here, so even if L'mur and I did both come from the Hall at first, there was very little possibly we would have run into each other. Harper Hall is a rather large place."Lemurrin "Yes, I was a second-year journeyman when I was Searched, over a Turn ago. I didn't Impress, but I liked the Weyr, so I stayed." L'mur stretched out on the floor with Saranth, his hands pillowing his head. You were very smart to stay, Saranth told him lovingly. "Of course, love," he murmured, hugging the little green around the neck. Naree "Well, occassionally a rider would stop at my parents' hold for supplies or to ask for a herd beast to feed his dragon. And with my not being the eldest, it was either learn a craft or get a wife someday. But I think I always wanted to be a rider. I never hoped for a bronze!"
Giving his dragon the most loving and affectate looks, N'tren sighed happily. He had never expected to Impress, much less be honored to have Datiath. The lad was almost sure that he would eventually be kicked out of the kitchens to learn a real craft. Lemurrin "I was the third son. No chance of my inheriting the hold, and I didn't really want to, anyway. I went off to the Hall, which I really did love, but I found a home here." L'mur sat up and propped his back against the frame of N'tren's cot. Saranth shifted as well to prop her chin on her rider's thighs. "And it's not like I ever really figured I'd get married, either." Naree "I am the second son, but third child. I don't think I could of handled the pressure. As for getting joined with someone, I am only fourteen turns! I barely know what I want to do one day to the next. Though, I heard from Runners that some mountain holds marry as young as twelve turns..."
Looking at his company, he gave a shrug. His older sister was getting joined shortly after he left. As far as he knew the union went through. She had a pretty face on her. With the others, it was too young to tell. "Is it true that no one in the weyrs have a permanent joining?" Lemurrin "My sister is only a Turn younger than I am. I wouldn't be surprised if my parents are at least thinking about finding a match for her, although I think she'd do well in a Weyr." He smiled at the memory: "People usually thought we were twins, since we look so similar." L'mur thought about N'tren's last remark. "I'm not sure. I've heard that dragonriders don't, ah, lack lovers," (he flushed), "but some dragons do consistently mate. So I guess the riders would have a significant relationship. I guess it's really a matter of what the dragon wants..." He trailed off, realizing for the first time that his own dragon would some day rise to mate. He bit at the inside of his lip, trying not to remember Liliath's mating flight. Naree "My older sister was seventeen turns and looked like my mother. I was told more than once that I resembled some family member I had never met."
Datiath rolled over, his head now in N'tren's lap as he continued to dream dragonish thoughts of meat and being oiled. The little bronze stretched his foreclaws out and growled a little causing his soon to be rider to laugh. "I wonder what he is dreaming about?"
Thinking about L'mur's last comments, N'tren blushed as well. He was fourteen turns after all and was interested in girls. At least, from what he knew he was interested in girls. Coughing, he asked an awkward question... "Do all dragons have to rise up and mate? What if you don't want to? And what about green riders like yourself? Who do you mate with?"
Clamping a hand over his mouth the boy looked a little embaressed. "I am sorry, that just came out." Lemurrin "I... I don't know," L'mur admitted. "The queens rise... and have clutches.. but the greens just.. rise. And the others chase." He laughed a bit at N'tren's awkwardness. "Don't worry, I'm not mad or anything. I suppose I'll just.. deal with it when the time comes. Saranth is just a baby!" He stroked her head lovingly, watching her twitch slightly as she slept. PenOfDL Kirana laughed a bit, smirking to herself, "Come on, guys. We've still got at least two and a half years before we have to worry about any of that stuff," She said, scratching Laneth's eye ridge as the little hatching prodded her mind with questions about what in the world was being discussed.
Nothing you have to worry about, little one. Not yet, at least, Kirana thought to Laneth. Lemurrin "Exactly. No need to worry about it for quite a while yet!" L'mur nodded and grinned at Kirana. Naree N'tren nodded and cradled Datiath's head in his lap. Whispering more to himself than the others, "I wonder what it will be like when you can hold me, not the other way around?" PenOfDL Kirana grinned softly, stroking Laneth's neck ridges before the small green slinked away from her rider and glanced at the other two in the room, moving forward and nosing Datiath's side with a slight rumble. You're very large. But warm, too, Laneth said, glancing up at Datiath. I'm Laneth. You're warm. She said again, flopping in next to the bronze. Kirana smirked, muffling a giggle with her hand. (tbc)
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 10:33 pm
A Letter Home
L'mur Dear Mother and Father, I hope you will be proud to know that your youngest son has Impressed. My green Saranth is my pride and joy. I'm sorry you could not be here for the Hatching, but it all happened rather suddenly and there was no time to send for you. Please give my love to the rest of the family. Your son, L'mur
L'mur pulled out a new piece of hide and scribbled:
L'mur Jess! Your brother is a dragonrider! I so wish you could be here. I miss your laughter and your support. How can I entice you to visit me here at Rias? You must meet my beloved green Saranth. -L'mur PS: I have two unhatched firelizard eggs. Would you be interested in one of them?
The young rider grinned and pushed his hair out of his eyes. "Would you be interested" indeed! As children, he and his sister had coveted the tiny cousins of dragons, hardly daring to imagine being a noble dragonrider. And now he was. A more tender smile spread across his face at the thought of his beautiful Saranth. He sighed and put the pen and ink away. Now to go about sending his letters..!
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 4:41 pm
Weyrling Barracks, part 2Tsunake "Gah! Natroth, you big brute, stop wriggling!" There were a few muffled thuds from outside, signaling that someone was continuing to trip and continue to catch themselves.
I itch Mine! All over!
An exasperated sigh and oldest of the new Weyrlings managed to emerge into the barracks. His skinny arms were wrapped around his deep blue dragonet, who was squirming vigorously. Natroth was apparently trying to use J'riar's torso as a scratching post, therefore causing the brunette to stumble about. "All right, all right, I know you itch! But if you keep it up, you're going to make me fall over!" With a pitiful sort of whine, Natroth subsided.
"Shells, you nearly killed me." The man tossed his head in an attempt to remove his shaggy hair from his eyes, affectionately patting Natroth before setting him down. The dragonet's eyes whirled in concern, wedge-shaped head swiveling about as he tried to relieve himself of the accursed itching. J'riar straightened, spotting the other Weyrlings conversing among themselves.
Itchy...
"Um, excuse me." He stepped over, only pausing to fondly look over their dragons. Hazel eyes flicked back upwards and he offered a lopsided grin. "I feel sort of inexperienced about this whole thing...do any of you know how to make a dragon stop itching?" PenOfDL Kirana glanced up at the new arrival with a soft grin, pointing to a small cabinet at the entrance of the barracks, "There are oil pots in there. Just coat the dragon's hide with the oil in it." Lemurrin L'mur started, jerked from his dozing state as J'riar and the blue entered the barracks. "Here, I've got a jar open," he said, offering it over to the rider. "I'm L'mur, by the way." The youth rubbed at his eyes and stretched, his back cracking loudly. Saranth grumbled in her sleep and scratched idly at the floor. Naree Datiath woke up slightly from his self induced slumber. Rumbling, he laid his neck over Laneth's and blew slightly at her. His eyes whirling a peaceful blue-green, the little bronze settled back down.
N'tren looked up at the blue's rider and gave a grin. Settling into his cot, he spoke in an almost hushed voice. "Get used to it. I heard it is all feeding, washing and oiling for the first few months. I am N'tren, Datiath's rider. Or some day to be..." Tsunake Hazel eyes flicked to all three, clearly grateful for their help. "Oy, thanks." He reached out to take the jar, nearly falling on his face as the dragonet rammed into the back of his legs.
Make it stop!
"Yeesh, all right!" The brunette grumbled, kneeling down to slather the blue in oil. An appreciative croon floated from the baby, who stood still as though he had been patient this entire time. Glancing up, the man offered another grin, nodding towards the trio. "Nice to meet all of you. I'm J'riar and this is Natroth. And I can't even imagine having to take care of this monster every day." J'riar grinned when the dragonet protested loudly in his mind, tail lashing from side to side.
"Hush love." A gentle scratch to the baby's eye ridges. "You're worth it." With a groan, the lanky male didn't even bother to make himself comfortable on a cot, but just sat on the floor. The blue happily flopped down too, resting his wedge shaped head in J'riar's lap. "You're gonna be too big to do that one day..."
Natroth suddenly lifted his head, blinking curiuosly at the other dragons while his eyes whirled. After all, he'd spent all day sleeping or being fondled by his rider. Apparently satisfied with his observation, the baby settled back down with a small huff of a sigh.
"So..." The older man stretched, not having anything to say that would break the silence. Lemurrin "Not a problem," L'mur said, a hint of laughter in his tone. "They've all been the same way." He indicated the dark green hatchling lying prone across his legs. "And this is Saranth." He stroked the soft hide of her neck and back, watching the movement of her breathing. Naree "I heard we have the joy of carving their food tomorrow. I hope no one here is squeamish. Did you have fun at the celebration?"
N'tren idealy scratched Datiath between the ridges and the bronze flopped over covering Laneth up a little more. PenOfDL Laneth rumbled happily, nuzzling into Datiath as she lidded her eyes, relaxing to drift off to sleep. Kirana smiled at the three boys, chuckling as she relaxed back against her cot, yawning. "You boys talk. I'll just sit here and listen. I'm getting rather sleepy, after all." Tsunake "Ahh...she's got nice coloring." A thoughtful nod while J'riar silently observed the pair of hatchlings, a fond smile curling his lips without himi realizing it. N'tren's question snapped him out of his little day dream however, nodding with a grin. "I've dealt with stuff like that before, so I shouldn't get too ill...but I bet I'll be eating my words later." He laughed slightly, a pleasant, rippling sound.
"Yeah, the celebration was fun...even though I wandered around like a dim glow for half of it because I was so shocked." J'riar smirked to himself, shaking his head. One calloused hand gently stroked Natroth's head, earning him a drowsy croon for his efforts. He then glanced at Kirana, grinning. "I'm tired myself...having to wake up early every morning's gonna do me in I think."
Lemurrin L'mur stifled a snort, hoping Laneth wouldn't get too squished. "My father raises herdbeasts, and has some skill with tanning, and my brother Jemmun is a journeyman tanner. So no, I'm not terribly squeamish." He made a face, remembering his younger years and having to help his father neuter runnerbeasts. "I'll second that 'tired but exciting' sentiment." Naree "It has been a long day...one that started in the very early hours. I don't even think I have slept yet, though Dattie seems to be doing enough of that for the both of us."
Trying not to spread his yawn, N'tren turned away. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at J'rair and nodded at him. "So were are you from? Hold, craft or weyrbred?" Tsunake "Ahh, herdbeasts." J'riar was already nodding in understanding; he always managed to duck out of earshot whenever some creature needed to be neutered and such. That was the worst part of his work...suppressing a yawn as well, hazel eyes flicked to N'tren.
"Craft. Herdcraft; used to drive flocks up for the dragons, though I had never seen one before." J'riar wasn't afraid to admit that, rubbing Natroth's neck and scratching between the ridges. The blue had already dozed off again, J'riar noted affectionately.
"What about you two?" Naree "Oh, the third son of a Holder. Usual story, although I ran away with my parents' permission."
He gave a bare wink at this statement. "Paid some trader's to bring me here and I was in the kitchens until I met eyes with Dattie here."
N'tren could tell that the entire group was endanger of falling asleep if they stayed in the weyrbarrecks. Standing up carefully, as not to sidturb Laneth or Datiath, the rider to be gave a hushing sound and motioned for the door. "I say we let these four silly beasts sleep it out while we continue of fun...otherwise we will be sleeping with them." Lemurrin "Also the third son, from a hold up North. Went off to the Harper Hall and was searched for the last Hatching. Didn't Impress then, obviously, but I stuck around, so.." L'mur shrugged cheerily. "Here I am!" Cracking his back, he shifted Saranth off his legs, which were starting to tingle from the lack of circulation. "Good idea, N'tren, before my legs plain fall off." L'mur staggered upright and grabbed a blanket off a nearby cot. He wadded it up into a makeshift pillow/replacement for his lap and tucked it under Saranth's chin. The little green barely stirred. Tsunake "Well, they say three time's a charm, eh?" A playful wink, and J'riar let his shoulders stretch back, rewarded with several pops from his spine. "Nn..." Eying L'mur, the male decided to copy his idea, snatching a pillow as well and gently sliding it under Natroth's chin. The blue tentatively sent out a tendril of confusion, but quickly snuggled into the object and was quiet once more. "It'll be nice to go outside, now that everything's calmed down a bit..." He mused, not suppressing his yawn this time.
Rising, the man groaned softly, slapping at his thighs. "Feels like I jumped in a pool of numbweed..." Stretching slightly, the brunette sauntered to the entrance, pausing to glance over his shoulder. "Where do you guys feeling like going?" Naree N'tren made his way quietly to the door the others behind him. Putting his hand in his pocket, he pulled out several farmer and weaver marks. Grinning, he turned his nose to the feast and fair going on. "I say we wander happily while we are the celebrated guests because each day after this will be work until we fly. And I know I won't be able to fly for at least two turns."
Winking, the youth bounded out in front of the group. "You learn the most interesting things when everyone thinks you are a kitchen drudge." Lemurrin "If you're treating, I won't say no!" L'mur grinned, and followed N'tren out.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 4:55 pm
RP: Back to the celebrationNaree N'tren was practically hopping and skipping along trying not to leave his companions. Taking a deep breath, he had to remember that he was a dragon rider now. "I can do another round of bubblys if that is what you are hinting at..." Werewolf The hallway turned out to be empty for the most part. Ch'tan stood still for a moment, listening to the silence. It was the most peculiar variety of quiet- because he felt as though he could hear something thrumming in his head. It'd been echoing every since he'd first heard the words, "I am Wieth!" Ch'tan was slowly growing accustomed to it now- and he had a feeling it would never really go away.
The new rider shifted, rubbing the end of a large and calloused hand across his eye. Although in the darkness he was overshadowed by the faint glow of glows in the distance, it was very apparently that he had to be one of the more elder new impressionees. He was twenty-one, but in the darkness and with a loop of pale purple beneath his eyes, he looked even older. A good looking fellow to most female eyes and he'd always been a bit vain on his appearance. His hair was peculiarly long for one who had been in the blacksmith field, and it hung just short of his shoulders at a slant. He had never had the dark skin of those who usually inhabited the Southern Continent, having originated holdless somewhere east of High Reaches.
He sighed, and withdrew his hand. His hand smelt of blood after shoveling food into his big dragonet for the past hour. He could no longer feel Wieth's fragile mind connected to his, and he attributed this to the little dragon's slumber.
To think- he a dragonrider! How had this happened anyways? He was many things, Ch'tan knew. He was strong, a bit too pig headed, and a playboy. Those sorts of things he was happy to deal with, but dragonrider- that was beyond comprehension.
He remembered the day before he, then Chetan, had set off with his master Albreth and the journeywoman Titian. They'd come to pay their regards to Rias's new clutch, and mostly to attempt to promote their services, which had been recently been set up in the small mining community of South Hold.
Chetan had looked forward to the event, because he'd been to one before. Sure, he loved the dragons and watching them suddenly burst from their shells was quite an event. But he'd never gone thinking he'd impress- that was what hold people and Weyr-brats did. He was due to be a blacksmith anyways- well, as soon as he stopped being 'aloof', as Albreth put it. But what he was really interested in, were the women.
He supposed he could help his behavior- but regardless, he loved them. He loved a woman's company, and what man didn't? Well. There were those kinds of fellows, but he'd never had much to do with them. He supposed, now that he'd be living in the Weyr, he'd see a bit more of it.
He'd been particularly distracted by a girl he'd later see to impress a spring green dragon. But before he'd wandered up to get a better look at the candidate girls, was a bronze clamboring dead at him. The little dragon exasperatedly proclaimed that he had not known where he was. It was such a strange feeling. He was overcome with love, and total unrestrained fear. The little bronze had plowed into him, and quickly went about demanding food from the man. Ah- but he was a good little fellow, that Ch'tan had to admit.
He vanished back into his Weyr barrack- or whatever it was called, and pulled on a dirty old coat. He hadn't thought he'd be needing it in the Southern Continent, but all of a sudden he felt rather chilled. The tall man took a moment to look back at the sleeping Wieth, who gave a soft sigh of approval before rolling onto his back. Ch'tan couldn't help but c**k a grin. "Cheeky fellow." He spoke into the darkness, turned, and left the room.
There were hatching ceremonies to attend to!
And within minutes, he found himself walking out into the sunlight, and onto the Weyrbowl. It made his brown eyes sting for a moment, and tugging on his coat, he rose it to shield the glint from the corner of his eye. Lemurrin "You're the one waving marks around," L'mur retorted, wondering how the younger boy managed to move so quickly. Naree "I am sorry if I can't seem to stay still...it is like a big WHOOSH! You know? And according to Cidrey, I eat as much as a Hatchling does..."
Giving a big grin, N'tren brings himself to a walk with the group. Tsunake J'riar had his hands behind his head, strolling lazily along with the other two as they talked to one another. "Eat as much as Natroth?" A snort, and the brunette grinned cheekily at the bronze rider. "Somehow, I think you'd pop if you tried that..."
It was nice out, calm and peaceful. And with his little blue content, J'riar was feeling quite happy himself. "Bubbly pies are always good though...rarely got to eat them at home..." Naree Going up to a vendor, N'tren asked for four bubblys (we can assume kirana came?) and passed them out. Barely missing a beat, he bit into the warm pastry. Keeping a hand under his chin to ward of the juices, he watched the others bite in as well.
"Ish thish struff gooth or wha?" Lemurrin Following N'tren's lead, L'mur at the pie quickly, not minding burning his tongue and lips. "Oh yeh," he managed, rolling his eyes in appreciation. "Thanks again," he said, once he could speak clearly. Tsunake The young adult let out a yelp after he had bit into the delightful treat, inhaling cold air rapidly to try and cool his mouth. "S-So hot!" He managed to say, swallowing and then nodding gratefully to N'tren. "Yeah, thanks a lot. It's been years since I've had one of these..." A childish grin, and J'riar quickly devoured the rest of the pastry, grumbling and whining to himself about how hot the darn thing was. Well, no one was making you eat it J'riar... Werewolf It was strange how everyone was moving about. Ch'tan turned his head, a flush of soft brown hair tangling about and sticking slightly to his brow as he attempted to keep himself from getting too overwhelmed about this place. All around him he felt the stretches of large crevices around him, and the large and gaping dragon weyrs peeking from the cliffs. The new bronze rider crinkled his nose, adjusting his position so he could look at them from a more critical angle.
He'd always imagined himself one day owning a house of his own. He wasn't a person of grandeur, despite his often arrogant and vain behavior. He pictured a nice shanty of stone, somewhere close to the mine and to the mill. Preferably, if possible, close to the local bar as well. He hadn't gone as far to pick out a wife and gaggle of children- he always got a bit distracted on the wife part, but it was a lovely sort of setting of domesticity. He supposed that wouldn't happen anymore.
Ch'tan moved his hand to cup the end of his chin, finding it slightly rough with sandpapery thin stubble. Not that it got much thicker then that, as most Pernese men did not grow beards.
A weyr. That was so different from what he'd imagined. When he was little, and holdless, all he had wanted was a home. He'd even just started joking to Titian that he'd try buying himself one down at South Hold. Sure, it was a bit of a slum, but it had fine quarries. Maybe she'd take the implication and moved in with him... Well, he supposed that was gone too.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts, finding his dark brown eyes focused upon a sort of makeshift bazaar. It certainly didn't take traders long at all to convene, and most of them didn't even seem to have official shops. There were a lot of rugs spread out, with men sitting on the folds with their big legs crossed and face looking red in the sun. There were some small leggy children running around with seashells, and tugging on people's coats to try and sell their finds. So far, Weyr life didn't seem all that different from the holds... Only with dragons. And a lot of them.
He fixed his long fingers into his pockets, not expecting to find anything. He did however find some fuzzy dirt, which he assumed he'd chalk up to not having washed this particular pair of pants as recently as it demanded. Perhaps there was still something to see yet.
Ch'tan felt a tug, and found himself apprehended by a small child and a bright seashell. He waved his hand, and attempted to abate the little thing, who tugged harder, till he decided that there was no money or life to be found amongst this one. Naree N'tren glanced over to see another bronze rider wandering around in a daze. Waving him over, the younger rider tried not to attack his new bunk mate. Nodding to both J'riar and L'murm he gave a whistle and started to move the group over there. Lemurrin Not having any other plans, L'mur was content to follow the younger boy's lead. Wiping a few errant crumbs from his face, he stretched up to look over the crowd. Who was N'tren whistling to..? Oh. L'mur waved a bit and hoped he hadn't dropped any fruit onto his shirt. Tsunake
A blink, and J'riar tilted his head, gaze following N'tren as the boy had whistled to someone...oh, them apparently. With a yawn and, ruffling L'mur's hair as he rose, the hazel-eyed dragonrider sauntered over, feeling much more awake now that he was actually moving. "Weeeell, this looks like it could be fun..." Naree Shouting over the crowd, he waves to the taller, older boy who seemed to be lost. "Didn't you Impress a bronze as well? Why don't you come over this way? Hey? Do you hear me?"
Moving quickly to the fella he was sure Impressed beside him, N'tren refused to give up his hollering. "Why are you all alone?" Werewolf Ch'tan found himself reaching up to his hair, bunching it slight behind his head. It was getting to be a bit obnoxiously long, he realized in a sudden bubble of vanity as he took a few steps in the crowd. Perhaps he'd find a tie somewhere to pull it back, so it wouldn't keep sticking to his face in such a way. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught site of a flash of flesh, bobbling about in the opposite direction of him. He wasn't one to ignore things that caught his attention, either through a precarious sense of self-importance or general curiosity. As it happened, it did seem as though a funny bloke was attempting to catch his attention. He squinted his dark eyes. Eh? He didn't seem to recall ever seeing this strange fellow before. He seemed to have a sort of gaggle of younger fellows around him, a couple of them currently preoccupied with the devouring of certain bubbly pies. But, why were they waving to him in the first place?... He placed a hand on his hip, and decided to at least figure this out. As he got a bit closer, he found them to be a little older then he'd originally thought, but not terribly mature. Ch'tan grinned oafishly, and waved a long hand in return, the wheels in his head slowly turning. One of their faces caught his attention, the one with the slicked red hair. Hadn't he seen that fellow before? Ch'tan came to a stop a few feet from them, not close enough to be obviously connected to them should he find them uninteresting. He flicked his eyes back at the reddish-haired one. Had he impressed that green, one of the pair of greens that'd hatched at the same time? It was hard to say. This day was a bit of a whack job on his memory. "Hello there, my fellows." He spoke slidingly, resting his calloused hand against his side and furrowing his brow slightly. The other bloke kept talking. So he was right- this gaggle had impressed. But unfortuantly, he was also finding them to be...slightly... "Ey, I heard you." He balked, turning his head to the side. "Alone?" He looked at the crowd. "Pretty hard to be alone here, my friend." Lemurrin L'mur made a face and made a valiant effort at flattening his hair again. What was that for?? Regaining his composure and putting on his best "Harper face," he nodded in a friendly manner at the newcomer. "Ah, you Impressed too," he stated more than asked. Naree Taking a deep breath, N'tren held out his hand. "Nice to meet you. I am N'tren, Datiath's rider. Didn't you Impress a bronze as well?"
Looking to see why the other fellow was looking around, N'tren took a step back. Maybe the man had family around or craft members looking for him. He would have to learn how to control himself; especially since it seemed like he was one of the youngest to Impress. Straighting his tunic, the boy took another step back to give the other rider some space. "Are you waiting for your family or someone?" Tsunake Hazel eyes surveyed the other Weyrling, face calm and void of most expression. Shells--the more people he found, the older he was starting to feel. Having nothing to say at the moment, J'riar's mind wandered slightly, wondering not for the first time how in the heck he had been chosen as a Candidate when there were so many younger people.
"....Hello." Fellows? It was a word that had never been really associated with him before, but the brunette shrugged it off. "You Impressed a bronze, right?" J'riar wasn't trying to be forward--it was just so hard to keep track of who Impressed what. One pale hand came up, raking his bangs out of his face so he could get a better look at the lad. Hmph. He felt like a misfit; not experienced enough to make friends with the older riders, and too big to really bond well with the Weyrlings. N'tren then introduced himself, which was met with a nod of approval from the young man.
"Eh...and I'm J'riar, rider of blue Natroth." A pause, and the man sheepishly rubbed at the back of his head. "That sounded sort of cliche..." (tbc)
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 5:17 pm
RP: More FestivitiesWerewolf
Ch'tan found his hands back into his pockets, this time the small makeshift patches in the front of his leather jacket. He stared these fellows, wonderingly idly what the red haired one had meant in asking if he had impressed as well. Perhaps these Weyr folk were more elitist then he'd imagined.
"Ah; Yes." He responded, although he doubted and answer was necessary. "I'd be Wieth's attachment, a bronze." Ch'tan spoke slowly, not holding back any bit of slight pleasure in being able to describe himself as such. "My name is Ch'tan." The rider nodded his head, causing his hair to stick to his face again. He flushed it backwards, with a turn of the wrist.
The boy seemed interested to know if he was waiting for someone. Was everyone waiting here for someone? He thought, cocking his brow slightly. It caused a slight crease at the corner of his eye, pulled mostly from fatigue. "No, I'm not waiting for anyone." He chuckled well mannered, and left it at that. He supposed he'd have to find Titian and Albreth to say goodbye... But there would be no one else.
It was not something he was unused to, and it did not cause even a twinge in his tall form. He was a bit too proud for such feelings.
They seemed like amiable fellows, so he'd tolerate thier attentions for now. He didnt seem any harm in making friends with people he assumed he'd know for some time now. That did cause something in him. He did not like such certainty. Almost defiantly, he crinkled his brow. Naree Looking up at the other three boys, N'tren felt very young indeed. Rubbing the back of his head, the younger boy felt suddenly out of place. "You just seem...um...not too happy or interested in what is going on. This is for all of us who Impressed you know...Though it seems that many who Impressed are older this year than most..."
Ducking his head down, the bronze rider moved away. "Maybe I should let you three talk amoungst yourselves..." Lemurrin L'mur stuck out his hand with a smile. "L'mur, green Saranth's bondmate," he said by way of explaination. He hadn't meant any rudeness by his previous statement; he was only ascertaining that this new guy was a weyrling as well. "Pleased to meet you, Ch'tan." L'mur turned to N'tren. "Why should you go?" he asked, not having any clue as to why he'd suddenly need to dash off. Werewolf Well...this was, bizarre. Were Weyr people really as crazy as he'd always heard? He felt a slight pull in his heart towards Wieth. He felt slightly sick to himself, the kind of sick he got when he was pining. That was very strange indeed. Anyways, all of a sudden this little bloke seemed to be sidling off as though he'd slapped him.
Had he? No, of course not. Ch'tan took a moment to ponder this. He was known for idle minded-ness. "That'd be a strange thing for you to do, little fellow." He spoke, his voice slightly rough. The other bronzerider had said that Ch'tan was acting stand-offish. That wasn't his usual nature, and it made him frown. But he was the kind of man that liked to be in his own element. In this place, he certainly was not, and felt the urge to extricate this situation. Perhaps he could pack up the little hell bronze and move away to that home...
He smiled slightly, and shook his head. It made his hair act belligerent again, and he felt mildly displeased. With a deft hand, he reached upwards and bunched it up, this time pulling a small piece of thread from the inside of his jacket, and winding it up against his scalp. The resulting hair effect was a sloppy hold, but it would keep his hair back for now before he started to look truly unsightly. And he couldn't have that with all these lady-folk about.
"I don't feel uninterested." He mused with the slide of a dark eye. "I'm very tired." He explained offishly, which was an excuse for the most part, even if he was totally drained. "But what I heard, this isn't the event really. Just bunches of traders shakin' up for some money-grubbing." He spoke, in his usual flourish of slightly accented speak.
He noticed the one called L'mur offer him his hand. He took it and squeezed it politely, nodding his head. "Ah, I thought I recognized you mate. Hello." Miss Cherie
Rannan cradled the small, metallic bundle in his arms, walking back towards the place where the little girl who owned it spent her nights. Like all children of the Weyr, she was active, running about during the day, and splashing in the lake like a little fish. He only knew her in passing. It was her mother who had asked that he mend the much loved toy- loved so much that it had been reduced to a tangled mess. The green eyed young journeyman had laughed, and told her that he'd be happy to do so. It was though little chores like that one that he kept himself at Rias Weyr. He brushed a lock of raven dark hair from his eyes, moving ahead but not really watching where he was going. He knew the way well enough. He shouldn't find himself lost, or damaged.
He ought to have been watching where he was going, because suddenly he heard talking, and realized just when he'd lost his balance that he'd run headlong into a dragonrider. With a little jerk, he tried to right himself without causing more damage, and had about five seconds in which to grab for the package before it smashed to the floor. He snatched at it, and in his haste to retrieve it, he slipped again, blinking dazedly when he found himself seated on the ground with the wrapped toy dragon in his lap. He looked up, glancing apologetically at the rider (who if he had but known was L'mur, and a weyrling). It took him just a bit longer to realize that the rider had not been alone. Stiffly, he got to his feet, shaking the dust out of his clothing. "Excuse me, I'm so sorry for running into you both," the smith said quietly, dismay written on his young face.
Tsunake The male nodded slightly, slightly pleased with himself for knowing the male to be a bronze-rider. Sure, it didn't take that much skill, but oh well. Glancing over at N'tren as he began to back away, a flicker of concern entered the bluerider's gaze. "Is something wrong?" He himself wasn't feeling very social at the moment either. So, with a wave of one hand, J'riar smiled apologetically, "Well, I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm going to wander for a bit. It was nice to meet you Ch'tan." And, tucking his hands in his pockets, the other ambled off, not particularly interested in anything at the moment. Let those three discuss what they wanted; he didn't really have anything to say in the matter and he always hated feeling like he was intruding by just standing around like an idiot. Humming idly to himself, the male stopped for a cup of klah, then leaned against a nearby wall. This way, he could observe the others while still feeling like he was doing something active with his time. Then, noting that someone had run into the dragonriders he had just left, J'riar shook his head slightly. That was the best way to judge people's tempers; put them in a situation that would give him a slight opinion about said person. Naree Muttering some excuse about not wanting to seem like a little pest, N'tren thought it best if he went to find others his own age. Trying to remember back to the sands, he recalled that there were only a few in his age group.
"The traders come in...but the celebration is for us. Especially since we are the ones to Impress at Ariath's first clutch. Though the only money I will be spending is on the food I haven't learned how to cook yet."
Hearing a soft murmur in his head the youth turned towards the barracks. "Still asleep. If you are tired now...just wait until your fellow really starts to get his legs and wings under and over him."
EDIT: Waving goodbye to J'riar and shaking his head in a reluctant no, N'tren turned in time to see another run into their group. Holding out his hand to the other person, he asked with great concern, "Are you okay?" Miss Cherie
"I'm in once piece," Rannan said with a slight wince. The six foot three lad was nothing but clumsy when it came down to it. "I just hope that I didn't break Ranee's dragon..." He glanced down at the bundle, which was now looking a bit worse for the wear. He felt around inside, and let out a quiet sigh of relief when he realized that it was simply the blanket that was odd. Nothing to worry about. Nothing but humans, and humans who flew dragons, at that.
Lemurrin "Oh, well I suppose I'll see you around then, ack!--" L'mur blinked, finding himself rather unceremoniously a** over applecart. "Ouch," he muttered as he pulled himself to his feet, wondering what had just happened. Alright, J'riar had fled, and.. "Hi," he said to the one who'd just knocked him over. "Are you alright?" L'mur rubbed at what would soon become a lovely bruise on his behind. Miss Cherie
"Sorry! Sorry..." Rannan was looking decidedly shamefaced. He would have to knock someone over, wouldn't he? Bad enough that he'd nearly destroyed his handiwork. Worse that someone else had had to suffer for it. "Are you alright?" Being tall and strong sometimes got him into trouble, particularly when he forgot that he was tall and strong... and about as coordinated as a mule on a dance floor.
Werewolf Well, he continued to find this lot of folk a strange bit. Perhaps there was less of a tie between the group then he thought- they had all seemed rather jovial before, and now the elder of their group was sliding off as if he had better things to do. He watched him as he walked with the corner of his eye, furrowing it slightly. One could say that Ch'tan felt perturbed because he was a bronze rider now- but in truth, he was always privately critical. Despite this other rider's 'disinterest' he seemed to keep a trained eye on them. Interesting.
Just as Ch'tan was pulling away from his greeting of L'mur, a blur collided into L'mur's side, pushing slightly into Ch'tan as well as he fumbled and fell, knocking both of them down. "Oy, mate, what are you doing?" He questioned, fumbling a hand in his hair, and viewing the odd tangle of bodies.
He kneeled down and squinted his brow, watching as L'mur seemed to nurse the offending pain in his rear. Ch'tan couldnt help but wince in sympathy. This cobblestone was rather rough as it was.
He regarded the fellow, lacing his fingers and crossing them across his knees. The other smelt vaguely familiar, something of dirt, sulfer, and ash. Was he a smith...? That smell brought back the memory that would forever be changed by Wieth.
The bronzerider stood, arching his back as he decided them both banged, but for the most part, without fatality.
"Funny thing to be running around with." He quirked his brow, noticing the strange shambled cloth in the other's hands. Lemurrin "Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine," L'mur explained, as much to convince himself as to reassure the other. He dusted off the back of his pants and made a face. Naree "Did you need a hand up? Or did you want to sit all day? I warrant the ground is not too comfortable..."
Leaning forward, the bronze rider gave a slight smile. "I can hold that for you while you get yourself together." Tsunake Well, J'riar certainly didn't have better things to do than talk to them...he wasn't one to think himself more highly of others. That couldn't be proved often enough by his sheer awe at the fact that he out of all people was now bonded to a dragon. And true, the brunette's gaze did flick over to the others every once in a while, but he had meant to really study the crowd of people, just to try and get a feel of what the mood of this Weyr was. Stifling a yawn, the man took another sip of his klah, trying to keep himself awake. He was still so tired, even after walking that much.
Maybe, he mused quietly to himself, he'd head back to Natroth, even though the blue was still asleep. He felt oddly comfortable in the dragonet's presence, happy to just stroke that soft hide. A low chuckle to himself, and the brunette tipped his head back. "Ahh, you've fallen head over heels in just one day..." Miss Cherie
"Yes, a very funny thing... but I had promised Ranee's mother that I would bring her toy back before too late." Rannan remembered that he'd spoken to the girl's mother for the first time when someone had offhandedly mentioned the similarity between their names. Really, he found that there were many names similar to his, as his was composed of common roots, but the lady had been delighted to tell her daughter of it, when the girl had seemed interested in what he was doing. "I should have been watching where I was going, but I'm afraid that all I was thinking about was the time." When he'd noticed how long he'd been out, he'd finished up as quickly as he could, and had gone looking for the girl. He glanced at L'mur after addressing Ch'tan, noticing that he seemed to have injured the smaller young man. "No, I didn't intend to sit all day." He straightened himself out, shaking off the remaining dust.
Naree Waving his hand around the youngest of the bunch laughed. "How can you watch where you are going when everyone is crowded around like wherries in a pen?" Lemurrin "And yet I still manage to fall over!" L'mur exclaimed, amused in spite of himself. "I'm L'mur," he said, introducing himself for what had to be hundredth time that day. Werewolf Ch'tan nodded, his brow creasing firmly as he listened to the man's explanation, although it did not make all too much sense to him, as he had yet to know what was in the package that had caused L'mur his fall. According to this bloke, it was some sort of toy for a little girl. He couldn't imagine that being terribly important, but decided that was more a matter of opinion.
Ch'tan glanced to L'mur, who was still nursing himself. What a day to fall! Hopefully he wasn't planning to do much dancing or heavy sitting if it was really that bad. Which he didn't doubt, giving another sparse look at the ground. Small flecks of grass seemed to be threading through amongst the cracks.
He felt a quiver in his mind, almost like a passing pressure. He wondered if Weith was stirring, but as soon as it had happened, it vanished back into silence. The little fellow certainly knew how to sleep.
"You make toys?" He questioned finally, without realizing at first whom he was addressing. The momentary flicker in his mind had brought his thoughts to a halt for a second. Before he had uttered it, the other rider had introduced himself. Ch'tan nodded his head, and gave his formalities as well, although he felt slightly dazed from it all. Miss Cherie
"I am Rannan," the journeyman smith said. "I'm afraid our meeting was rather... abrupt." He half grinned, noting that L'mur's eyes were of the shade that his mother liked to call dragonrider green. That, of course, was due to the fact that she'd inherited the color from that particular source. "Oh, you can't watch where you're going when you're surrounded... but when you walk, or run, into a room, you can at least keep your eyes open." Rannan listened to Ch'tan, trying to decide whether to laugh, or to simply answer. He opted for the second option. "No, I don't make toys. I repair metal objects." He unwrapped the toy dragon, which was a masterpiece of machinery on a small scale, certainly not his handiwork. "I'm not quite up to this level, I'm afraid." He glanced down at the beautiful metal queen dragon.
Lemurrin L'mur barely kept himself from standing on tiptoe to see the metal dragon. "Oh that's lovely," he said quietly, impressed. "Are you a smith, then?" He admired the toy again, noting the intricacy of the craftmanship. Any child would be lucky to have a toy so well-made. Miss Cherie
Rannan nodded. "Yes, I'm a smith. A journeyman smith, at any rate." A smile quirked the corner of his lips. He was pleased to see that someone was interested in the toy that he'd spent so many hours restoring. "This little dragon has been in that girl's family for quite some time, from what her mother told me." She'd been proud to have it, and prouder still to give it to her daughter.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 10:21 pm
RP: A Late-Night Snack (in progress) Mintaka Ch'dri meandered into the Dining hall, the call of khal strong at the moment, and aside that, he was growing tired of skittering through places and generally not associating with people. Having settle din enough to his new weyr with Kenthoth, it was high time to get to know people better. They don't bite, Kenthoth said playfully to his rider.So says you, one of them just might. He laughed quietly, fetching himself a bit of khal and leaning on a table, stretching slightly before taking a sip. His crystal blue eyes darted about, looking around to take in everythng. Lemurrin His winged companions asleep with bloated bellies, L'mur made his way to the kitchens to fill his own stomach. He helped himself to a few sweetbreads and a mug of fresh klah and took a seat a few paces away from an unfamiliar figure-- a bronzerider, from the ribbons he wore. He toasted the rider with a smile. Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana tuned and realixed there was another here, she turned and saw a large bronze. Malathan lauched herself off of Orana and circled above the bronze then landed infront of the rider. "Sweet!" she called seeing the Flit fly over to the rider. Orana dashed after with her mug of klah, Orana hoped her Malathan wasnt causing any trouble "I am sorry about her" Orana apologized Ithean had followed the queen as soon as she left and circled above looking at the much larger Bronze dragon. "Hello, guess I should introduce myself" she said smiling "I am Orana the jorneyman smith of the Weyr and a candidate." she said to the older rider. Ithean landed on Orana's shoulder then chirped contently. Orana turned her head and noticed the young weyrling. "Hey" she smiled to L'mur. Malathan chirped to Orana that it was alright. She flapped her leathery wings and landed on Orana's other shoulder. Mintaka ((Kenthoth's lazying over in the weyr, simply nagging at his rider, which is nothing new as of late.)) Ch'dri watched with some interest the activities, and raised his cup to the - he ahd to look carefully, being in unfamiliar territory - ah, yes, younger green rider. "Cheers," he said, taking a sip of the klah in his mug. "Don't believe we've met, but then, I'm still fairly new here," he said smoothly. "Ch'dri, rider of bBronze Kenthoth, recently transfered over." And a good thing, he added to himself. Heaven forbid certain things. Although he still figured it was the weyrwoman's idea to get rid fo him, he ahd no qualms. DIdn't like her, either. Least this one seemed much better. He considered querying if he was one of the recent clutch, but thought better, shoudl this be an older rider, ti would not do to cause slight. his attention was then drawn to a female there, with flits. He grinned slightly, nodding. "Ah, a smith, always nice to see them around." Lemurrin "Ahh, welcome to Rias, bronzerider," he said respectfully. And to you as well, Kenthoth! he extended, rather surprised at his own daring. "I'm L'mur, green Saranth's rider." He flushed slightly, still not used to introducing himself as such. "Hello Orana." L'mur smiled-- he recognized the girl from various candidate events. Miss Cherie Tiranth, love, I've already oiled you twice today. Siran admonished as she entered the Dining Hall, to the protests of her dragon. The very vain green was complaining yet again that she'd missed a spot, hadn't quite polished this section just so. Even the devotion the rider knew for her dragon could not bring her back to "finish" the job she'd already completed. If it itches, you cannot have oiled it properly! The green was almost petulant in her tone, and Siran wondered for perhaps the hundredth time if her dragon would ever truly grow out of the sullenness of a hatchling. There were other things to worry about, though, as she neared a mixed group of people. Two of them looked familiar, the third considerably less so. Had she heard of any young, female weyrlings? Mintaka The bronze was surprised slightly, then responded. Why thank you. Surprising, to say the least, to hear such from another.Ch'dri grinned truly now, and moved closer over to L'mur. "That was... amusing, to say the least. Dare I say you might have got his attention now." He took a good drink of klah, exhaling as the stimulation kicked in. "Quite different here, I must say, and refreshing. Even if I'm still somewhat lost at times." His eyes spotted more movement as he flicked osme golden hair from his eyes. He gestured, succumbing to the fact he wasn't going to get to escape likely now. And he'd be admonished at doing so as well from Kenthoth. He gave L'mur another glance, and noticing the uncomfortable naure, decided to breach the topic. "New rider, then?" Weyrlings did tend to have that awkwardness about that. Lemurrin L'mur grinned, rather pleased with the bronze's reaction. "Yes," he replied simply. And with a touch of pride: "Saranth is from Ariath's first clutch. And.. you've been transferred down here?" It was times like this that made L'mur grateful for his harper training, being able to recall names, faces, and situations as needed. Mintaka He laughed quietly, his expression slightly more serious. "Yes... from Fort, actually." He grimaced then, and shook his head slightly. "I think it was more some people didn't like me around and I didn't care for them all that much. So it was something I won't complain about. Aside, guess they considered they needed another Bronze here." He shrugged slightly. "Honestly, it's much nicer here." The cheer returned then. "Ah, yes, I'd heard about her clutch soemwhat, and in a way tis good to see firsthand. Saranth will likely be a wonderful lady, and blessed quiet well with a rider like yourself." He took a sip, pondering. You are too amused.You complain I'm not enough lately. make up your mind, he replied teasingly as a smirk formed slightly on his lips. "I'm sure you're learnign the joys of being a rider already." Miss Cherie Siran hesitated for a moment, trying to determine whether a conversation was worth being absolutely festooned with firelizards. She avoided the noisy little things on a fairly regular basis, but thought that perhaps it would be rude to move off, now that she had already gotten so close to the trio. With an inaudible sigh, the greenrider stepped forward, leaving enough room between herself and the circle that they had created that they could exclude her if they wished. "Greetings." The young woman half smiled, shaking her head to toss the ash blond waves of hair out of her eyes. She made a mental note to cut it when she had the chance- it was becoming too much of a hassle. Her hawk-like amber eyes darted from Ch'dri to L'mur and she said,"I am Siran, Tiranth's rider. I don't think that we have been introduced." L'mur is the boy who hears dragons Tiranth crowed, pleased to be able to share knowledge with her rider. I am Tiranth the green said proudly, addressing the weyrling. After a brief pause in which she contemplated the fact that the dragon had spoken to someone without any sort of warning to her rider, the said,"Sorry about her. She's been a bit off color lately." Siran grimaced lightly. Lemurrin "I spent a few Turns at Fort -well, at the Harper Hall, not the Weyr- and my family's Hold is nearby. It is nice here, though. No more icy winters and freezing winds!" L'mur made a face, glad to be away from the vagarities of northern weather. "Indeed I am! Food, oil, sleep, repeat," he grinned. "Oh!" he said aloud as the green bespoke him. Hello, Tiranth, I am L'mur, he replied, his mental tone amused. "No need to apologize. I'm -oh, she told you-" L'mur's eyes crossed momentarily. Double-talking did get confusing! "-- L'mur," he finished. Miss Cherie "Yes, I'm afraid she did," Siran laughed, a wry grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "She's very pleased to meet you, L'mur. I'm certain that she'll tell you as much as soon as she gets the chance." And, sure enough- You are L'mur, Saranth's rider Tiranth purred lazily, We are pleased to have you as a dragon rider. The 'we' might well have been the royal plural with the way she spoke. Mintaka Ch'dri kept himself from alughing, bemused by the poor youth who cuold hear all dragons. A rare gift indeed, Rias certainly was blessed. "Ah, yes, terrible northern weather indeed, I grew up in it myself. part of why I am how I am now. And does sound about right, Kenthoth was about the same. Still can be, too." His eyes went to the female rider, nodding. "Ch'dri, rider of Kenthoth," he said. "Don't worry, I don't bite, and I doubt L'mur here does either. Pleasure to meet you, Siran." Ah, yes, always the green riders. Why did it seem he always related better with the green and blue riders more then his own? Probably because most bronzes had arrogant power-crazed riders. Least, back 'home' that was painfully true. Blue and green riders tended to be much more laid back and calmer, easier to talk to and less likely to grate on his nerves. Browns were 50/50 at best - depended. "Much as this puts me away from my parents more, it's good to be away from there." He sipped again at his khal, slightly pensive a moment. "Ah, well, if I start thining too much again Kenthoth will be on me again." He grinned after that. "Aren't dragons just wonderful?' he said with a wink. "Sometimes like children." Tsch, am not!Miss Cherie " Sometimes like children?" Siran said drolly. "Perhaps your Kenthoth is old enough to behave in a more matured manner, but Tiranth seems not to have outgrown it, for all that she hatched from the same clutch as Ariath." I am no hatchling Tiranth hissed almost peevishly. It was obvious, though, that she was not entirely serious about her rancor. "A pleasure as well, Ch'dri. My family trotted me off to take lessons at the Harper Hall when I was but a lass, so I have some familiarity with Fort." Lemurrin L'mur made a face at his own predicament. "Aren't you the talkative one!" he exclaimed, so both riders and the green could hear. And I'm very glad to be a rider, he said privately. Especially when I have such excellent company.The red-headed youth turned back to Ch'dri. "I'm hoping my younger sister will come down here, at least for a visit. My parents and brothers aren't likely to, though." He shrugged. "In any case, it's a pleasure to meet you, Siran. (edit) Oh, you were at the Harper Hall as well?" Mintaka He laughed then, careful not to lose his klah anywhere. "Kenthoth actually is mroe like a mother wherry-" Hey now!"-in his need to look afte me. And, well... sometimes mature, sometimes chidlish. Like me, I suppose." He ran a hand through his blonde hair, sleeve sliding on his jacket toexpose a few old scars. "I never ahd the interest to take to Harpering, but I respect them. I followed my father's path in Tanner work until I was chosen as a candidate. Was encouraged by him even. Never did get to the Hall for the Harpers, though I was temepred a few times." On the mention of family he took a swig of the khal and looked down int he cup. "I've a large family, my father's ... recently injured and likely unable to continue, and most of my siblings are scattered about. Doubt I'm going to see any of them here. Been trying to contact one of my sisters, no idea where she is at this point." He shrugged then. "But family is good to have about." Miss Cherie Siran shook her head, laughing just a bit at Ch'dri's response. "Actually, I was never a harper. It's what my mother wanted me to be, but we can see where that got me, yes?" She grinned a bit at L'mur's confusion, extending a welcoming hand to him. "I like a good ballad just as much as anyone, but I'm afraid I've had my fill of poorly sung ones. Never could quite handle the out of tune and off key early morning practices." She was quite content to be a rider, most especially as she had the undivided (questionable) attentions of Tiranth. You are most excellent yourself, L'mur. The green was clearly preening, probably lounging quite happily across her hollow in Siran's weyr. "Personally, I could do with a bit fewer visits from family." And she meant it, too. The last time her parents had come to visit her, they'd expected to have most of her time devoted to them. Lemurrin "Ahhh, I see." L'mur nodded at the greenrider's explanation. "I can certainly sympathize-- some people just have no sense of pitch. Or rhythm." He winced dramatically, (mostly) joking. I'm sure my lovely Saranth would agree! he shot back at Tiranth, thoroughly amused by her flirtation. Mintaka Ch'dri smirked slightly. "I usually have to find them, if I'm lucky enough to know where they're at. Kind of happens when you have family scattered through Halls and Hold. Hope someeon comes visit me once they know." He played with the jacket awhile, stretching. "I'll count myself glad I entured the rigors of Tanner training then listen to the play of pitch gone wrong. Dragon crooning is enugh for me!" Lemurrin L'mur sipped at his almost-forgotten klah. "But dragons and music have been connected for generations. Just think how many of the teaching ballads are about dragons, or Weyrlife, or Thread," he pointed out. Miss Cherie "I'd much rather have been a tanner than taken 'singing' lessons at the Hall. You harpers are lovely, L'mur, but there are enough of you to include the untalented... and sometimes the overambitious." Siran smiled with a bit of dismay riding on the edge of her expression, remembering one such 'ambitious' journeyman. There had been chords in his piece that she swore blind did not exist. Saranth is wise to think so. Tiranth said decisively. The movement of Ch'dri's jacket caught Siran's eye, and she watched him play with it a bit before returning her gaze to the pair of riders. "Well then... we'd better hope that the Weyr chooses good musicians, eh?" Mintaka "True that," he said, scratching at his chin thoughtfully. "But then, dragons are a part of life here no matter what because of Thread. Without the dragons, things would be worse, so of course there is so much about them." He downed the alst of the klah, thinking a moment with his eyes closed. "I always prefered working with my hands anyway or being active, then to be idle, no offense. My patience and talents don't lend well to being a Harper, though some say I have a decent voice." He shrugged slightly. "Being a Tanenr was good work, I adored it. I think it pleased my father a lot too that I did, until I was found during a Search. None of my other siblings really considered following him but me." Lemurrin "Tanning is awfully messy, though. Useful, but it used to turn my stomach something horrible." And I'm sure she appreciates such a high commendation of her cognitive powers! L'mur stifled a grin at that remark. "At least one of the other new weyrlings is harper-trained as well." Mintaka "But messy is fun," he said with a grin. "I'm sure Kenthoth can attest to that one." I figure when bathtime comes, you need a workout and I need to make bathing worth it. Somewhat bemused in tone.He rolled his eyes, smiling. "I guess living around it my whole life pretty much it never bothered me much." Lemurrin "I have a brother who's a journeyman tanner, and my father raises herdbeasts, so I suppose I got used to it. It's really the fumes that bother me, instead of the messiness." L'mur snickered, imagining the large bronze flailing around while his rider tried futilely to wash him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:16 pm
ORP: Weyrling Lesson #1 [The day after the Hatching] Werewolf Note: There has been some confusion over the current time line of the RP. This lesson will take place one day after the hatching, so we can get this initial lesson in. However, all of the pretaining ones will take place after the flight. It'll tie in with some of the lessons anyways. XD
(Note P II: Bystanders are welcome- but encouraged not to cause any sort of distractions. IE: Misbehaving flits. )
Quote: - Butchering; Learning to cut meat for your growing dragonet.
- Dragon hygiene; keeping their bodies well oiled, and spotting for cracks in the skin.
- Human hygiene; care of the human body- and their dorm.
- Dragon anatomy.
- Weyr etiquette.
- How to deal with an overfed dragon -------------------------------------- Well- this was it, thought Farin sitting upon a time worn stone in the center of the Weyr bowl. The newly made Weyrlings should have finished moving in all their personal belongings into their separate barracks by now, and it was time to start the first lesson. This one wouldn't be very difficult, and Farin was glad. This stuff wasn't the dangerous part- the part that would really matter for her. Right now the dragonlings were just babies stumbling over themselves, and demanding for food. And she intended to take care of one of those problems with this lesson.
'Do you have it yet, Moth?' Farin questioned her life mate, who she felt moving about somewhere far behind her.
Yes Love, I come. Farin felt a shadow pass over her from above, as the green circled the field. She landed with a large thump, spreading her wings outwards to catch the sun gently, and pressing them against her sides. She made a gurgling noise, which if Farin had not known was coming may have concerned her. The dragon swung it's head low, and in between it's jaws lay the very apparent corpse of a herd beast. The dragon let it fall and caught it once more to adjust it's position in her mouth, mindful not to dig too deeply in with her teeth.
"Well, don't eat it now." Farin chided, and Moth rumbled affectionately as she took the dead beast to the left of Farin. Another, similar dead animal had been laying to rest beside the rock, and with a thump, the dragon place the other dead animal besides the first. She snorted with pleasure- she'd managed to kill both of the herd beasts without damaging much of them. They were a bit napped from being carried in her mouth, but were for the most part clean and almost blood free.
"Very good." Farin said with a nod, and stood. She wore the same jacket across her shoulders with her arms out, but this time she set it aside on the rock. There was just a slight mental vibe that this was going to be an obnoxiously bloody occasion. After all- it would be the Weyrling's first lesson in butchery.
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Wieth seemed to have already increased in size since hatching only a day before, and Ch'tan couldn't help but feel remarkably proud of the little bloke. He already seemed bigger then the rest of his hatch mates, which may have been due to Ch'tan's own inflated ego. Wieth didn't seem to mind the praise those as he stumbled through the grass. Ch'tan, despite his uncontrollably strange love for the bronze, was having a hard time controlling the dragon.
I'm not interested in this. Wieth simply said. Why can't you feed me?
"Because I was instructed not to." Ch'tan spoke allowed, still unable to properly transmit his thoughts to the dragon. Apparently that would come later. Besides, it felt funny having silent conversations anyways. It wasn't like his ego took a dive for possibly appearing insane.
You don't even want to go. Wieth grumbled. I don't want to go either!
"I- well-" Ch'tan explained, forcing his arms to cross about his chest. "I don't want to go. But apparently that's what the rules say and whatever."
Wieth snorted, and became distracted by a sudden flash of a firelizard flying by. Oh, mine! Look!
"Oh no Wieth, we're going to be late!" Ch'tan groaned, and tried to pull his human sized friend back onto the path. The little striped bronze grunted and squealed. "Look, I think we'll be getting you food!"
I do like food. Wieth remarked, and for the moment, followed Ch'tan again.
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Farin noticed Ch'tan walking up the path with his bronze semi in tow. She didn't like the looks of this one, even though she felt bad to think so. She didn't like older Weyrlings. They would certainly be prone to thinking themselves better then the rest of the class. Hopefully there'd be no problems from him, or any of the other older students. Noticing a few of the others begin to arrive, Farin stood on the rock, pushing her jacket to lay on the grass below.
At once, she decided she'd begin by some sort of lecture. Before she even opened her mouth, she was already wondering exactly what to say. Dear first egg- she'd only slept with a Weyrlingmaster- not learn anything from them!
But despite her initial hesitance, she did have a lot to say. "Weyrlings- Good. Welcome to Rias. I am Farin, your Weyrlingmaster; rider of green Moth." She motioned to the rather large pale olive female, who simply whirled her eyes affectionately.
"Hopefully I'll get to know all of you by the time these two years are over, as we will be spending the next two years living with one another. From this day forward, your classmates are to be considered your wing members, and you will- and I mean will-" She spoke a bit threateningly, "treat one another with the respect earned of them. You are all dragonriders, or will be, and you have at least completed one leg of the journey."
"Unfortunately- impressing is the easiest leg of the journey. From here on out it is not your young dragon that will prepare you for life as a dragonrider. These will by far, be some of the most dangerous years of your life, as you suffer from inexperience. Those of you who can cut it, will survive. It's my hope that all of you will survive. Perhaps that's not a very uplifting thing to be telling you Weyrlings, but I'm hoping you get a sense of how important your lessons will be. If you and your dragon are not perfectly of one mind, then you will not survive as a dragonrider. But take heart, because your dragon has chosen you to be it's rider, and therefore believes you capable."
She stood, and faced the dead animals. "But first, you are in your infant stages. Your dragons are hungry, and they must be fed. Here at the Weyr we support one another- but you must learn to carry your own weight. From here on out, no one will give you the meat your dragon needs, and your dragon will be unable to hunt for some time. It's up to you to know what meat to give to your dragon, and how large to cut the pieces. If any of you have any experience in butchery previous to this, I expect you to help the others around you hold the knife and cut the animal."
She decided to take a moment to refocus her thoughts, and pointed to a pile of knives. "Please do not begin." She said, sitting down on the rock. "But gather a knife, and please separate into as equal of groups as possible. Another portion of this lesson- you must restrain your dragonet from approaching the meat. Please instruct them to stay together ten feet from this rock, and correct them if they come closer." [fin]
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:17 pm
ORP: Ariath's Second Flight Kolina Ok, it's time for Ariath to rise once again. All brown and bronzes to the sky! XD This flight will run a bit differently than the last one. Instead of everyone who wants to participate PMing me and telling me so just jump into the RP. Once I post Ariath going to blood then all those who wish to participate should get their dragons ready for the chase. Onlookers are free to post here as well, just try not to get so out of hand with posts that it's difficult to find posts that the particpants posted. wink But, knowing you die hard DRoP fans, I'll be searching. LOL I will be posting all my posts in the ornate style frame. This will help people find posts more easily. Note 1: The winner of the flight has been decided so those who jump in the RP please keep this in mind. Note 2: This flight is timewarped to make it more convient for myself and others due to the holidays and school. I'd say it's about a month since the hatching took place. Since Ariath is the only egg layer she will rise often. [fin: M'xan and bronze Enelth succeed]
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 4:16 pm
PRP: Siran Brings Jessmet to the Weyr [This takes place during Ariath's flight. Huzzah for getting greens away from the Weyr. xd ] Miss Cherie Siran slapped cold water on her face, hearing the roar and rumble of dragons in the distance. From the purple whirling in her dragon's eyes, she very well knew what was happening. Ariath was rising to mate once more. Tiranth bellowed, her tenor tone mingling with that of the bronzes' and golden Ariath's. She wanted to rise to mate, wanted to feel the heat pounding through her veins, to be eating the clouds with her wings.
Siran knew... and feared it. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm flush of her cheeks, uncomfortable with the sensations that were accompanied by the thought. She was grasping at straws, trying to find something, anything to keep her from her green's lust. Finally, her mind settled on something that she had discussed with a weyrling earlier that same week.
L'mur had asked her (politely) if she'd please take the time to bring his sister to the Weyr to celebrate his Impression. She'd agreed, and told him that she would bring the girl, Jessmet back to Rias Weyr within the week. And her week was almost up. Tiranth, love... do you remember the coordinations to Krinn Hold? L'mur would like for us to retrieve his sibling. She waited for the green to register her question, knowing full well that she would be distracted.
L'mur? Another like him? Yes... I remember what he told me. He gave me clear images. Clearly, Tiranth was proud of that fact. The four year old dragon was swiftly growing to be fond of the weyrling, no doubt in part due to his status as a greenrider. The boy who could hear dragons drew a good deal of respect from them.
Quickly, because she wanted to escape as soon as possible, Siran prepared herself for the journey, and told Tiranth to inform L'mur that they would be fetching his sister. A quick hop a dragonback, a jump into the cold of between, and they were there... at the steps of Krinn Hold. There was a small crowd gathering as the rider removed her weyrhide gloves, straightening her riding straps as she slid gracefully down from her dragon's back. [tbc-- I'll go ahead and start RPing Jess soon]
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 8:38 pm
The Flight-- Aftermath
L'mur stayed huddled in his bed throughout the flight. He could still hear everything. He tried to block it out, but the emotions-- the voices-- took a hold of him.
It climaxed. Ariath was caught. Enelth had been tricky, and in just the right place. L'mur could hear his smug, jubilant, and distinctly sensual cry, physically and mentally.
Enelth says he wins, mine. He says there will be change. Saranth's voice was matter-of-fact, slightly tinged with confusion. She was only a baby, really.
"I know," L'mur muttered, not bothering to 'project.' "Poor Tallith and L'cian... And Ephia." He sighed. The weyrwoman's distaste for M'xan was well-known. As was his Traditionalist - "Hidebound," L'mur thought- lean.
Life was about to get very interesting.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 8:39 pm
JournalL'mur My Jessi is here! I can hardly believe it. I spoke to Siran about going to pick her up, but I hardly believed she'd go so soon. Of course, Tiranth is old enough to rise, and needed to stay away from the Weyr during Ariath's flight. So, she went up north to Krinn, and Mother let Jess come for a visit. Perhaps she and Father will come down here for Turn's End. But oh! I hadn't seen Jessmet in over a Turn, not since I left the Harper Hall. She's changed so much, and yet she's still very much the same. She's a lovely young woman now. She'll need to watch herself around some of the brown- and bronze-riders here! I will do my best to protect her. Not that I don't trust the other riders, but there's always a chance of matters getting out-of-hand. She arrived just in time, really. Only a few hours after Ariath's flight ended, Tiranth contacted me again to say they had just popped in over the fireheights. No sooner than she was let into the weyrling barracks, but the two little fire-lizard eggs began to hatch! One was, as I predicted, a queen, a dainty little girl who burst out of her shell, with Grenna and Brownie waiting to greet her. The silly things have had a big day, what with the Flight, and then a Hatching. Not to mention Jess arriving and all. The three are curled up together on my pillow. I'll have to fight them for it when I go to bed shortly. I've decided to call the little queen Ofira, which seems to suit her quite well. And now... I am exhausted. Until next time, L'mur --- A few rooms over, Jessmet sat quietly, a tiny bronze firelizard curled up on her shoulder, claws firmly tangled in her red hair. She smiled fatuously, picking up a pen and a well-worn book. Jessmet Dear Diary, By the Egg of Faranth, I'm here! I'm still in shock, really. First the greenrider-- Siran is her name-- appeared over Krinn Hold. Then she said she had a message from L'mur, and wanted to take me with her back to Rias! And Mother let me go, "Only for a visit," she said, but oh, I love it already. It's all terribly exciting, even if I don't understand everything that's going on. Siran said something about a flight, but don't dragons fly all the time? L'mur told me it was a mating flight, which I know is important, but I don't get why Siran had to leave. Whatever, I'm glad she did, because she came to get me! I can hardly wait to meet all of L'mur's new friends, and his dragon of course. It was late when I arrived, and he said she was asleep. Her name is Saranth, and I'm sure she's perfect. L'mur had the best gift for me. He had two little fire-lizard eggs in pots of sand, and said one was to be mine! Then, just as I was about to go settle into this room here (I don't know whose it's supposed to be. I couldn't stay with L'mur, or the girl weyrlings. Not the candidate barracks, either. I guess eventually someone in charge will tell me where to go, but Siran said I could stay in this little room for the night at least.), the eggs starting rocking and cracking! The shiny gold egg moved a lot, while the greyish one I had didn't move so much. L'mur already had two other fire-lizards, and they kept crooning at the gold egg. A little queen popped out in just a moment, but the grey egg just kept rocking. I wanted to poke at it, and maybe help whoever was inside, but L'mur said it had to hatch on its own. And then it did! The shell split, and this little shiny damp.. thing crawled out. He attached himself to my hand, making it very clear that he wanted food. Right now! L'mur had a stash of meatrolls in a chest next to his cot, and we stuffed the hatchlings up to the jawline. My little bronze is a darling, and seems very fond of me already. I'll treat him the best I know how. I'm calling him Az, because he's already so strong. I was so worried at first, when he didn't hatch right away, but now he's just fine. Perfect in every way. I'm exhausted, and so is he, curled up on my shoulder. With all that's happened today, what could tomorrow bring? Love always, Jess   Ofira & Az
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 12:43 pm
ORP: Turnover Gather Kolina This year the gather will run from the 30th through the 1st to give people lots of time to RP and just have fun! XD Riders and non-riders a like are all welcome to join in the festivites. Don't forget that the Weyrlings will be waiters for the gathering. Since Rias is located in the Southern continent the weatherw ould be warm enough for it to take place in the Weyrbowl so that's th ebsetting. wink So everyone have fun! Found HEREJess & Siran L'mur meets Rinfala, speaks with C'tari Rannan shows up Sibling insanity xd
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