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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 8:42 pm
Onie and Yokaith
It was two days after Hannele's announcement when Onie became sick of the sight of her cot. Normally one for solitude the young goldweyrling had thought that she would handle the new restrictions on activity well. Other than fetching food and bathing she really didn't trek anywhere. However, her assumptions about the ease of confinement had not been warranted. Besides tidying up her already s**c and span cot, and tending to Yokaith, there wasn't much to do. Yokaith was even feeling a bit stir crazy, and said so -- often.
Mine, I do wish we could go out of the inside. Yokaith said to her rider.
Onie had begun to become accustomed to the strange wording Yokaith sometimes used. It was amusing, and interesting.
"We can't, I'm afraid. You know why, dear. Why don't you let me oil you?" Onie asked, hoping to appease the gold. Unfortunately, Yokaith was stubborn.
We could, Yokaith said mulishly. Just for a few minutes.
"Well, if you'd like to go against Elenneth .."
She is not Svrieth, Yokaith said slyly.
"She will be soon, if the rumors are true," Onie murmured, with a heavy sigh. She had not even gotten the chance to meet Delina. "In any case, Yokaith, we mustn't go out. I'm just as tired of this cot as you but we want to stay safe, right? If anything, you cannot get sick, Yokaith. What if .. We mustn't go out!"
Yokaith creeled unhappily. She had read the thought that had not been uttered by Hers. The gold flapped her small wings in distress, causing Onie to rise from her bed. Her rider was at her side in a moment, scratching the dragon's eyeridges and murmuring soothing words.
"There, there, love. You mustn't take every stray thought to heart, you know. Nothing is ever going to happen to you. I won't let it." Onie paused. "Hm .. Hannele didn't say anything about the hallway. Perhaps we could wander around that for a bit? What do you say?"
Yokaith, happily distracted, flapped her wings once more -- this time in ecstasy. Her excited, dragonish noises filled the cot as she rose from her stone couch to her short legs. She was at the door before Onie had even smoothed her hair and dress.
The hallway, carved out of the stone and expanded over the Passes, was uneven. In some places it bulged out and in others it was narrow, though wide enough in all spots for dragonlings to wander through. Lit by glows, it was certainly a better scene for the bonded pair than the bare walls of their cot. Onie trailed her fingers along the wall as they meandered, shortening her stride to match the smaller one of Yokaith. She half hoped, half feared, to meet other weyrlings on her way. She wondered about the condition of the Weyr, feeling cut off and isolated in a way that she had never been before. She wondered about B'ron and Hath. Hath made sure to bespeak Yokaith every morning and let them know that he and His were doing well, but the messages were often short and to the point. Hath was unusually quiet these days, not chatting at her as he often did.
Onie was careful to keep her thoughts 'quiet', letting Yokaith's bubbly excitement at finding a trundlebug overtake her. She did not want Yokaith to hear. At all costs, she would protect her dragon. The two made a striking pair together. The small, pale gold with her grace and pride was a marvelous compliment to the tall, even paler girl who lacked the polish and gleam of her companion but still exuded a subtle pride and strength. They were opposites and yet the same, each balancing the other out to make the perfect team. Nothing, Onie thought fiercely, would ever tear them apart. Not plague, nor fall, nor fire. Nothing!
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 9:42 pm
 Aleerna was, truth be told, bored. With the quarentine in place the Weyrlings were not allowed to leave the barracks and were told to stay in their room. She was of course worried about those who were sick, especially Fal'n and Ichidou. However she had discovered that worrying tired her out so she tried not to think about it too much; which then left her bored. Her current mood was not helped by her dragon. Sidheth was not at all happy that she was not allowed to go outside and she was now sulking on her stone couch. Even the excitement of her new bronze firelizard was not enough to keep Aleerna from going a little stir crazy. She had spent several days coming up with a name for him, eventaully deciding on Majesty, seeing as he seemed to be almost royal in the way he moved, and was defintely in charge. All the spare time also gave her too much time to think of the others in the Weyr that she knew. Mostly she thought of N'mar and Alreth, and sometimes M'leck. She wondered how they were and whether they sick. That thought sent chills down her spine and bought tears to her eyes. Aleerna sighed and wandered over to Sidheth, curling up next to her gleaming dragon. With nothing else to do she had oiled Sidheth almost everyday, something that Sidheth enjoyed immensely. Curled up between the dragon's forelegs was Majesty, sleeping contently. You could oil me again if you wish. Sidheth suggested, picking up on her riders boredom. "I really don't think so, if I oil you much more I'll run out and then I'll have to leave the cot and I dont-"she herself stopped mid-sentence and sighed, trying to push away the thoughts that had risen up at her words. She sighed again before straightening, "We could go for a bit of a walk, just round the corridor, I'm sure that will be allowed. And I have a mask, I can put it on if we see anyone else." Sidheth crooned happily, imediately getting up and rustling her wings. Let us go, now please? Aleerna smiled at her dragon's enthusiam. She bent down and picked up Majesty, settling him in a canvas sling that went over her shoulder and across her chest. "Come on then," and with her dragon in tow, Aleerna stepped out of her cot and into the corridor, already feeling a sense of relief. Southernboll Hold Telgar Weyr Weavercrafthall
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 2:24 pm
"HA HA HAAAAAAA!!" Came the wild, gleeful shout from down the corridor. The voice was that of a young man, a very happy young man, and it echoed loudly in every nook and cranny of the barracks. Quite a few heads were poking out of their doors and frowning around, looking for the source. Those closest to the door that led outside quickly pulled their heads back in and shut their doors. It was freezing! Almost like some numbwit had left the door open on their way in. As a matter of fact the door was open, but it was not an accident. A block of wood propped it out on its hinge and prevented it from swinging shut. Someone, for some reason, had decided winter was a good time to leave doors hanging wide open. The numbwit on most of the weyrling's minds, though they didn't all know it, was a young man named Ch'har. He was the one who had propped the door open, he was also the one who had scattered loose snow across the floor in the entryway, though there was a method to his madness. He had spent the better part of the morning outside with Tsareth working in the snow. Thankfully winters in Telgar involved a lot of the fluffy white substance, because Ch'har and Tsareth had used quite a lot of it. A snow ramp now stood on the practice grounds, erected courtesy of Ch'har and his bronze. After much careful sculpting and packing they had managed to make it fifteen feet high, and very steep. It would probably fall after the first time that they used it, but that was fine. Half the fun of their experiment had been the making of the ramp. Ch'har ran back to his bronze, glad that he had thought of propping the door open: it would not have been fun to crash into it! "Ready, Tsareth?" He said as he leapt up onto the half-grown dragon's back. Tsareth rumbled softly, a dragonish grin on his face. He, too, was looking forward to trying this new trick Ch'har had thought up. Ch'har grinned wildly, hanging on to his bronze with his knees and circling his arms around his neck. Hana and Larth weren't here to spoil their fun and it was time to PAR-TY. Tsareth lept into the air and carefully soared up to angle himself appropriately, considering what he'd have to do before diving down as fast as he could toward the ramp. Even skilled dragons would have trouble with this maneuver and it was only by chance that he made it. Tsareth and Ch'har touched down on the ramp and began sliding down it toward the open doors into the barracks. Tsareth tucked his back legs up and raised his front ones so that their momentum was not halted by any dragging limbs. Ch'har threw his hands up and yeled gleefully as they slid down the corridor looking like a mutated, overgrown penguin. Tsareth trilled happily, liking this new way to move around even if it felt strange on his stomach. Suddenly up ahead they saw something that niether of them had thought of before: who would have thought people would actually be walking down the hallway?! Tsareth cried out in dismay, bracing his front feet hard to avoid running over the girl and her dragon, turning his head and closing his eyes, unable to watch. Ch'har's happy yelling turned into a yelp of surprise: unlike his dragon the boy kept going. He executed a rather impressive arc through the air, spinning slightly and flying clear over the heads of the two his dragon had stopped to avoid. Tsareth took one look up and flinched, knowing that his rider was going to be hurting in 3...2...1... CRASH!!! Ch'har landed and skidded to a stop on his shoulderblades facing up toward the ceiling. He remained still for about a second or two before falling slowly to one side and thudding to the floor for a second time. He grimaced slowly as he caught his breath back, hissing air across his teeth. Are you hurt? Tsareth creeled, worried that Ch'har had finally broken his neck as the weyrling master always threatened he would. He paid no attention whatsoever to the other two in the corridor, even though one was a gold. I'm all rig- His thought trailed off as Ch'har opened his eyes and saw whose head he had sailed over. His breath was sucked away again, though for a completly different reason this time. Whhhuuuuuurrr... was about all that he could think, much less say. There was a girl there, a very pretty girl, at least in his opinion. She had long black hair that shined like silk in the light of the glowbaskets and an agreeable face, but her eyes were what caught his attention and held it so well. They were a very nice shade of green, he thought absently, a dopey grin beginning to slowly spread on his face. His heart began beating quickly and he felt floaty for some reason, not even caring that he was still on the floor looking at the object of his wonder upside-down.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 3:16 pm
Minno was writing a letter to her parents. Telling them what was happening in the Weyr and such. She wouldn't dare send it yet. Not with the plague going around. What if her flitts, the brown Capna, or the new green Quith, had an undetectable trace of it and...
Don't worry Min. I haven't noticed either of them with the symptoms. They're fine.
She still didn't want to send the letter. But writing it was like therapy for her.
Minno put down her writing stylus and turned to Tertiath. "Do you want to go out to the practise field? I'm getting a little tired of sitting in here, and the firelizards look like they are too."
Capna had really wanted to hover around the kitchens for free offerings of food, and Quith just wanted to stretch her wings. Or so Tertiath had said they wanted yesterday.
Sure. Staying in here is getting uncomfortable.
So Minno got up and grabbed her coat. Stepping out into the hallway, she immediately noticed that it was oddly cold, and that Aleerna and Sidheth were out for a walk with Majesty.
"Hi, Aleerna." She wanted to hug her friend, but she was too scared of the plague. Then there was a big crash. At the end of this hallway, there was a boy sprawled out on the floor.
"Oh!" Minno immediately went over to see if he was alright. "Are you ok?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 6:23 pm
Onie and Yokaith
"Oh .."
It seemed to Onie as if everything happened so fast. She had just begun to notice how dreadfully chilly it was in the corridor, and had just begun to raise her hand to Aleerna, when there was a mighty crashing sound and a boy laying at her feet. It was too much to grasp quickly for her, and so all she could say was, "Oh .."
Followed by a hesitant, "Hello there."
Then, she sprang into action. In a very smooth motion she gathered her thick skirts and knelt at Ch'har's side, placing a pale hand on his arm. "Are you hurt?" she asked, at about the same time Minno asked the bronzeweyrling if he was okay. Onie took a moment to flash a smile at Minno before her brow knit with concern for the boy sprawled in front of her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 6:43 pm
"Eh-heh-hehh..." Ch'har managed, still smiling his silly little smile, unable to tear his eyes off of Onie. Tsareth approached, crooning with concern but able to see, now, that Ch'har was unharmed.
I'm sorry, I didn't not mean to... what is wrong with you? With a snort and a surprised shake of his head, Tsareth caught on to his rider's current mood. You are all... fuzzy!
"Fuzzy..." Ch'har repeated out loud, his voice dreamy and far-out-there. He rolled his head slightly to one side as Onie knelt so that he could keep her in his sight. "Heeeerrmmm..." Odd... nothing seemed to want to move.
Stop being so silly! Get up, you are worrying everyone! Tsareth's tone was more plaintive than sharp, he was still a little worried. His boy had never behaved this way before. It's only a girl!
"Ehrmm..." Ch'har began, still grinning in a slightly dazzled way, faint color begining to spread across his cheeks. The faint red tinge turned to a full blown blush as Onie touched his arm, and Ch'har was suddenly on top of the weyr trumpeting loudly into the wide, blue sky. "Noope, all fine," he said slowly, his eyes drifting in and out of focus. "The view is improved; I see two of you!" He giggled a little weakly at his own, bad, joke, though he meant every word of it. Tsareth huffed, looking down with obvious disapproval and concern.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:06 pm
Onie and Yokaith
Yokaith, meanwhile, had not been liking this at all. Ch'har had crushed her trundlebug. With a snort of disapproval the gold turned away, studiously ignoring the proceedings.
"Ah," Onie said haltingly. "I think you may have hit your head. Why don't you just sit against the wall for a moment .. It's nice and cold and you can rest your head against it .."
Ch'har was a puzzlement and that was no mistake. Onie thought seriously that perhaps he was addled from his fall, and that was why he acted so strangely. As she spoke she worked to prop him up, putting her arms around him as she lifted his torso. Now would be a good time to mention that Onie was fond of smelling nice, as well.
"There now, just scoot back a little," she said as she pulled back. "Do you need us to call a Healer?" Grimly, the weyrling thought to herself that they might be hard pressed to find one if it was necessary.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:22 pm
Oh yes, his view was improved, Ch'har thought, his grin spreading almost from ear to ear. He closed his eyes slowly, what a lovely girl, so kind! So thoughtful! So ... mmm, so nicely scented. Ch'har couldn't help it, he leaned over so that his messy head was resting against Onie's shoulder. If he were a cat he would have been purring. He was beginning to feel slightly overheated in all of his heavy winter clothes... but that made no sense, now that he thought about it; the door was still open.
Tsareth leaned his head over Onie's shoulder, gently prodding Ch'har's face with the end of his muzzle. The touch brought some of Ch'har's usual brain capacity back, and suddenly he was seized with an unexplainable irrisistable urge. She had said something about a healer? No way! He didn't need a healer! In fact, he felt great; like he was on top of the world. He should do something, Ch'har thought, something interesting - something that would really, really impress her... The slide! Another go on it!
"No healer!" He said, perking up his head so quickly that Tsareth stumbled backward into Yokaith. The bronze turned and murmured an earnest apology out, quickly moving out of her way. "No healer!" Ch'har said again in his usual voice, "I'm good! Better than good! Tsareth, we gotta do that again!"
AGAIN? NO! You were almost hurt! And now you are acting all wrong. I don't like this. Let's just forget it...
"No way! Come on, please?" Ch'har made a move to get to his feet. Please, Tsareth? I want her to watch! She missed us the first time!
You don't even KNOW her!
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 10:51 pm
Aleerna smiled down the corridor at Onie, betting that the goldweyrling was out for the same reason she was. Her smile brightened as Minno came up to her, "Hi, Minno!" she said happily, it had been a few days since she had really spoken to the other weyrlings and she was glad that she would now have the chance. Although she was glad that Minno had kept a little space between them, she thought of getting sick was too strong. She smiled again as Sidheth crooned her grettings to Tertiath, she too was clearly happy to see one of her clutchmates. Aleerna had just opened her mouth to ask how Minno was when there was an almightly crash from the other end of the corridor, spinning around she was in time to see a boy flying through the air and crashing to the ground at Onie's feet. She saw Minno rush towards the boy and was hot on her heels a moment later. She stopped next to the group and watched as the boy stared at Onie with a strange look on his face, a look that didnt really change even as Onie dragged him backwards and propped him against the wall. "I really dont think doing it again is really all that smart." Aleerna commented, hearing the boys side of the conversation with his dragon, "I only saw the results but it doesn't look like it went well. And I always thought that bronze riders were supposed to be responsible?" She posed the last question more to Onie and Minno though she was smiling. Southernboll Hold Telgar Weyr Weavercrafthall
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 12:20 pm
As Onie propped Ch'har up against the wall, Minno found it rather odd that he hadn't really noticed her at all. Aleerna's last comment made her giggle. "I guess every one is beginning to get cabin fever," she said jokingly. Then she whispered to Aleerna, "I swear, I've seen that look one too many times back at Fort."
To Ch'har she asked, "What were you and your dragon doing anyways?" No answer. he just kept looking at Onie. To get his attention off of the queenrider, Minno went and snapped her fingers in front of his face. Like she'd do to some of the little kids back at Fort. "Escuse me?" When you've been kept cooped up for a while, you normally step out of your shell quite a bit.
Is your rider alright Tsareth? Tertiath asked, sensing his distress. Capna and Quith were hovering around chatting to Majesty about the current events.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 4:07 pm
Ch'har shook his head for a minute after flinching from the snapped fingers. He looked around in a slightly dazed way and seemed surprised to see Aleerna, Minno and the three dragons. Where did they come from? He asked Tsareth, slightly surprised.
They've been here the whole time... Tsareth said, trailing his sentence off, beginning to get a little annoyed. He butted his head up against Ch'har's stomach - quite a bump considering the bronze was six months old and much larger than a hatchling. Get your head on straight, please! He looked over at Tertiath, giving her a look rather like a strained smile. He seems to be, now I just have to get him to think straight! All he's doing is looking at this girl and I don't know what he's thinking.
"Oh you worry-wart!" Ch'har said, crossing his arms and pouting. It was a surprisingly adorable look on someone more than 18 turns old. "We built a slide, but he doesn't want a second try." Ch'har turned to Onie, a tentative smile on his face that was appealing in its hesitancy. "It was a lot of fun - maybe you guys would like a try?" He voice lilted up hopefully at the end and he tilted his head to one side. It was easier to compare him to a puppy with its ears perked.
Not smart, not smart... Tsareth mumbled warningly, grumbling to himself.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 7:22 pm
Onie and Yokaith
"The dragons are, at least," Onie said wrly to Aleerna with a small smile. She watched Ch'har carefully, looking for more signs of a hard knock on the head.
His proposal was shocking, but for just a moment she was slightly swayed by the look on his face. It was very . . inviting. Unfortunately for Ch'har, however, common sense quickly took over. "Oh, no, I don't think --"
And then Yokaith took over.
I think NOT. she said as her eyes began to whirl just a tad faster, taking on a reddish/orange tinge. It's perfectly alright for you and your bronze to come skidding in here in such a fashion but you will not involve Mine in your silly acts. She could very well get hurt and then it would be your fault.
"Yokaith, that's enough," Onie said quietly. "He didn't mean any harm." The gold dragon looked at Hers and instantly became apologetic. Crooning sadly she put her head down, an action that Onie could not stand to watch. Unashamedly she knelt before the gold and and hugged her, murmuring soothingly. "There, there, it's alright. You mustn't take everything to heart, love .."
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 7:32 pm
Aleerna frowned slightly as Minno's comment bought back memories of the same sort of expression on the boys of the weaverhall, "hmm," she muttered, staring at the boy, wondering whether he was aware of what he was doing. I do not think he means any harm. His dragon is confused and doesnt understand so I do not think he is doing it on purpose. Aleerna sighed and nodded slightly, she had been starting to think the same thing, especially as she saw him start when he saw her and Minno. She stared at the boy incredulously, "Are you stupid or something? We arent even really supposed to leave the barracks! And look at you, you went crashing to the floor, why would you expect us to do it?" Aleerna couldn't believe what the boy was saying. She sighed and took a deep breath, realising that she was taking out her frustration with being cooped up on the boy which he didn't deserve. "Ahh, sorry, what's your name?" she asked, hoping not to offend him; it was actually a nice change to see someone happy. She smiled as Majesty chittered with Capna and Quith, still perched on her shoulder, he had on paw on her ear to keep himself balanced. Southernboll Hold Telgar Weyr Weavercrafthall
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 7:46 pm
"I only fell because we didn't want to run anyone over..." he said, looking suitably ashamed and pulling a sad little face, his shoulders dropping slightly, "If we'd had a little more warning I wouldn't have fallen off..." He sighed a little sadly, disappointed. At Aleerna's question he mumbled a downtrodden little, "Ch'har," under his breath.
Oh don't be sad, they don't look angry; the gold one was only worried for her girl. I don't blame her, either. Cheer up, Tsareth said lightly, We could all have fun tearing the slide down - playing in the snow is always fun, His suggestion about the slide was said to the other three dragons present as well as to Ch'har, It was very fun putting it up this morning.
Ch'har smiled a little at the other two girls, aware now that he must have been ignoring them. "Ch'har," he said a little more loudly, "I'm Ch'har." He glanced back at Onie, a true smile on his face this time. So she was the new junior queen rider, then? He brightened a little, glad for her. "I'm sorry, young dragon," he said to her queen, aware that he should apologize for upsetting her. "I really didn't mean to cause any of you girls trouble. No one's been in the hallway all day."
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 8:02 pm
Onie and Yokaith
"Oh, it's fine, Ch'har," Onie said politely as she rose to her feet. Her rising was not exactly graceful but as always her movements were precise, and she stood with the minimal amount of extraneous action. Smartly she dusted her deep red skirts. "No one is injured. Are you sure you don't need a healer?" she added for good measure, wanting to make sure her statement was true.
She watched and listened with a very small, very faint smile on her pale face as Ch'har apologized to Yokaith. Inside it made her happy. Yokaith was a gold but she was not a senior queen, and so people weren't nearly as careful nor as respectful to her as they were to the older golds. The pale gold was on the bottom of the chain of authority, and weyrfolk knew it. No one so far had been outright rude, but yet there were passive slights that bugged Yokaith to no end and as a result aggrivated Onie as well.
Very well. I accept your apology, Yokaith said with dignity that was often belied by her small frame. Onie smothered a smile with her hand quickly before the dragon could see it. But I don't think we should go outside. Elenneth said to only of it was necessary. Besides, it's cold.
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