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Post by Spirithawk on Jul 15, 2009 22:23:04 GMT -5
The little green looked at the people who had grown silent at her entry and then turned and walked steadily off to where a Candidate sat in the corner.
She set her forelegs aginst the chair and rose so that her wedge-shaped head was closer to her rider's face.
Elayne mine why are you all alone? You shouldn't drink so much. I want food please. You need some too. You will get sick
She pushed the mug of wine out of her chosen's hand and the dark red wine left a puddle on the stone floor. My name is Xaniith.
OOC: Color code = 228B22
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Rhia was wearing dress trousers and a silky blue top that emphasized her hourglass figure and set off her grey eyes. She had changed quickly after dealing with her new pupils and leaving them to get ready. Her hair was pulled into a twist that left the curls hanging in tendrils around her neck and the curls were pinned up at the top.
She saw the green entered and started moving to the entrance, ready to do damage control if she needed to.
When she saw the green stop by a Candidate and saw the tell tale rainbow of Impression she breathed a sigh of relief. No more maulings. She caught the arm of a passing drudge and asked that the man go for some raw meat for the hatchling. He took off running, not wanting to leave the dragonet time to cause mayhem. He returned shortly. Rhia took the meat and went to Elayne.
"She needs to eat. Don't let her gorge or she will bite her tongue through or get herself sick."
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Post by Ranuu on Jul 15, 2009 22:32:24 GMT -5
Elayne, at first, thought she must have drank too much. All she knew was that, suddenly, a voice was going off in her head telling her that she was going to be sick if she didn't eat. Well, that was common with alcohol, but when she was drinking, Elayne had never really told herself to stop. Until she started hearing voices, anyway. That's when she noticed that something odd was going on directly in front of her face. A little green dragon was looking into her eyes, and its eyes were all. . . rainbow-y. Maybe she had drank too much. The mug made a clunking sound against the floor. Well, I certainly didn't cause that, Elayne thought to herself, quite assured of the logic behind it. After all, if she had caused the mug to fall, she would have known about it. It was the little dragon hallucination in front of her. And now there was wine all over the floor! Somebody was going to be in trouble. At least she'd finally be noticed. Maybe someone would ask her why she'd drank so much. Besides this dragon. "She needs to eat." "Wha?" Elayne looked around, shocked that she was being spoken to. "Wh-who needs to... to eat. . . Gorge?" I am hungry, Elaynemine. We should eat. Xaniith does not want Elaynemine to get sick."Um... okay." ~*~ The crowd seemed to stop talking all at once. It was dizzying for the performer inside T'ran, who wasn't able to comprehend everything changing so quickly. Or maybe that was just the drunk inside of T'ran. Wait. . . was the drunk inside of him, or was it him as a whole person? That was a deep and personal conversation with himself that he would have later. But, for now, he needed to know what was going on. The curious person inside of him -or was it him as a. . . Shard it all- needed to know. "Who die-
Admin's Note:[/hr]" he asked, and was only interrupted as he tripped over the side of the table and fell to the floor below, flat on his face. "Ow." |
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Post by Akki on Jul 15, 2009 22:41:54 GMT -5
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Akki grinned, tapping her foot on the ground as she stared at T’ran who looked quite comfortable on the ground. She had shown up late, she had actually fallen asleep in her weyr and only woke up when Sargon began pulling on her hair.
She still had the bed head look. Her hair was mussed up but she somehow made it work, like ‘Oh this? I meant for it do that’ kind of work. She didn’t really need to dress regal, her hatching feast had come and gone a long time ago. She had quickly slipped on a light yellow dress, white embroidery of flowers and vines decorating it. The dress was nice enough to pass off as a dress meant for special occasions. Akki had arrived later to the feast, just moments after the unimpressed green – she wasn’t even aware that the creature was there. If she had, she’d probably run over to Elayne and shower her with ‘Congratulations’ before spending an hour cooing to the new green.
Instead of that, she found herself kneeling to the ground to stare at the fallen bronzerider. “You’re drunk.” She pointed out the obvious with a grin before offering the man a hand. “I’m stuck with babysitting duty then.”
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Post by Ranuu on Jul 15, 2009 22:50:19 GMT -5
The only thing that T'ran heard, naturally, was 'the mighty'. And he took the whole thing wrong. Because of his innate and all-encompassing awesomeness, he was finally winning her over. Not that he was surprised, of course.
Fallieth had called it in a long time before, and was snoozing back at the weyr, all the more peaceful in his slumber because of the shared intoxication. Whenever T'ran got drunk, it did seem that Fallieth got the good side of it.
Either way, here he was, with an attractive lady offering to babysit him all night. And she thought he was drunk. Ha! If only she knew just how much liquor he could hold! The idea passed through his head to show her; she just might be impressed. But what if he actually did get drunk, then said or did something stupid? Oh, that would be embarrassing. He was trying to impress her anyway, especially after the last couple of weeks.
"Why. . . hello, hello to you, too, pretty lady," he said, letting her help him up. "The joke's, uh, on you, because I'm not nearly as, uh, think as you drunk I am. Oh, oh, do you know the story, um, of how I slayed an entire raiding party the last time I was in the south? Or, or have I not told you that one. . . um. . . yet?"
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Post by Akki on Jul 15, 2009 22:59:00 GMT -5
Akki had to hold back a ‘Snrrk’ of amusement as T’ran took her hand and began to babble, his sentences fill with ‘Uh’ and ‘Um’. “Pretty lady? You’re quite the drunken charmer.” She grinned as she lifted him up off the ground and scrutinized him – oh, good, no bloody noses or anything from smacking his face onto the ground.
“Really? Are you sure? Because I’d say you’re pretty drunk right now.” She laughed. Any one who called her a ‘pretty lady’ was most definitely hammered. But she was amused nonetheless, the feast had suddenly just got a lot more interesting in her eyes. “I’ve overheard some people talking about your story of the large feline who bled gold, but I don’t think I’ve heard the raid one.” She was pretty sure it would be just as interesting as the one of him stabbing an animal with a spoon.
She leaned in slightly and whispered, “Did I tell you the story of how I wrestled a gold dragon to the ground?”. If he could tell wild tales, then she wanted to also. Of course she didn’t have the excuse of being drunk, but that was okay.
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Post by Ranuu on Jul 15, 2009 23:11:44 GMT -5
That was one thing about T'ran. When he was drunk, he was extremely flirtatious. And where he could be moderately charming before, if not horribly arrogant, he lost that mild charm when alcohol was involved. But sometimes, he got points for trying. Other times, he was just so funny that that in itself was a charm, and he still got lucky. The man's fortune was beyond compare.
Of course, he didn't believe he was drunk. He never did. Just like most men, he could always have another drink, and totally stomach it. "Yes, um... I am. I know this to, uh, be, be true and stuff."
It was good to know that his story had already made the rounds, and that people knew it.
While the story about the feline raid was probably amazing, even though T'ran himself had never heard it, he was enamored with the idea of Akki wrestling a gold dragon to the ground. His eyes grew wide with utter curiosity, completely forgetting about whatever he'd been looking for before, and he lowered his voice as well. "You didn't. I must hear it."
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Post by Akki on Jul 15, 2009 23:19:39 GMT -5
Oh Faranth, T’ran was past just drunk. He was completely out of it. This made things so much more fun for Akki though, of course. She could tell him anything right now and he’d probably believe it. It was a perfect opportunity to say something like ‘I’m pregnant with your child’. She wasn’t, obviously, but it’d be nice to see his reaction. But she could do that later.
She grinned as his eyes went wide with curiosity. “It’s true, I did.” She waved her hand in the air, setting the scene for her story. “It was a dark and stormy night. I was out for a walk when suddenly this massive gold dragon came out of nowhere, snarling and trying to bite me. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do; I ended up panicking and punched the beast in the face.” She paused, to let that part sink in before she continued. “I decided to make the dragon my own, so I ended up jumping onto it’s back and capturing it’s wings in my hands and wrestled it down to the ground. In the end, I had it pinned and won the match.”
She let her head bob up and down as she spoke before shrugging casually, “That dragon is mine now. But we disguise it as a blue – didn’t want to make people jealous of my gold you see.”
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Post by Kino on Jul 16, 2009 9:00:23 GMT -5
V'ael had looked over when Belior grabbed onto Faine, following his pointing over to the green dragon that had just wandered in. While Faine and Belior got to talking, he watched where the dragonet went to, nodding in agreement with Faine when she suggested that one of the dead dragons hadn't actually been dead.
"Looks like it's a good thing she didn't hatch right away," he said to Belior and Faine, nodding over towards Elayne and the newly impressed green. "I don't think I know her, but she wasn't at the hatchin, was she? If she'd hatched before, she might've gone between." He looked back over to the new pair, smiling a bit. "Looks like the little green has her hands full with that one," he said jokingly, turning once more back to the other two.
V'ael blinked once, then shook his head a bit. "Ach, I'm sorry. Belior, right?" He offered a smile. "Me name's V'ael, and this little one," he nodded down to the green still seated by his side, "is Aeydrith."
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Tanwen had turned her attention with the rest of the room towards the green as she stumbled in, watching with a bit of curiosity until the hatchling went on to find her bonded. Good luck, that one had. If she'd hatched sooner with Elayne not there (she didn't know her, but she'd seen her enough to know her name) she might've betweened. She looked back to Z'ayr when he started talking, rolling her eyes a bit at the 'girl cooties' comment.
"They only have cooties when they're throwing themselves all over you," she said. Then she shook her head when he asked the question about Vessayith's opinion of her. "Not really, she just heard Dinayth there calling you one."
Ohhh, She said, looking up to the two weyrlings just in time to hear the 'girl cooties' part of their conversation. I see, so Yours is an idiot. Mine, did you know that your friend was an idiot?[/color][/i]
Tawnen looked down at the comment, quirking an eyebrow but giving a short laugh. "Scratch that. I think Dinayth just convinced her of your idiocy." She put a bit more food on her plate finally, to finish her selection - at least for the first round. "Don't worry though," she turned away from the buffet. "Just means you're an idiot of a best friend, is all. I can live with that." She looked over to him. "Finished getting your plate?"
Someone nearby fell to the floor with a bit of a thud then, and she looked over to see who it was. When she saw Akki stepping over to a very drunken T'ran she narrowed her eyes a bit at him - not Akki, just T'ran. "Sharding man," she muttered. "Probably deserves to be that drunk. Kind of wish I'd be able to see his hangover tomorrow."[/size][/font]
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Post by Ranuu on Jul 16, 2009 18:40:30 GMT -5
(I'm amazed that I forgot to mention what he was wearing earlier.)
T'ran hadn't really worried about dressing up. He was wearing, at this moment, brown leggings, a black overshirt (with no undershirt, for shame), black boots, and a black long-jacket. The interior of the jacket was a purple material, which matched the sash that he had tied around his waist. The coloring was also accented in the cuffs and hem of the jacket, which matched perfectly.
Apparently, T'ran just couldn't go anywhere without dressing up, even when he wasn't trying to.
Akki's story was riveting; she could be a master harper, if she had wanted. T'ran was willing to believe that she was better than he was, if only for that moment. While she told the story, he hung with mouth agape in utter and complete fascination with the tale being told, hanging on every word. And when it turned out to be the very dragon that the girl rode-- Ebbeth- the man's entire world was turned on its head. She had had a queen all along, and Fallieth had poked fun at it? Oh, this was terrible.
"Ebbeth isn't angry with, um, with Fallieth for making fun of him, then?"
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Post by Shekru on Jul 16, 2009 19:35:23 GMT -5
The mirrored blush in Salina's cheeks made Dh'nen's grin grow wider. Less embarassed, at least, since his own cheeks weren't the only ones flushed. She was pretty, and judging by the little lights that caught in her eyes and hair, relatively sweet. At least, that was his first impression.
The commotion of the green had distracted him only briefly, though when the dragonet chose, he offered a quiet clap. Rodhaketh threw a warm welcome toward Xaniith, short and sweet. The green was concerned with greater things, and the blue knew it. Dh'nen mused momentarily on how many would be in the class he was in. Weyrlings all.
Ez'ki's little quip about liking brought Dh'nen back toward the two and he stuck his tongue out at the red-head. "Yes, well, you were right. Does that satisfy you?" He chuckled before looking back to Salina and clearing his throat. "I don't suppose you might have a free space in your evening schedule to save a dance for me?"
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Post by Sparrow on Jul 17, 2009 1:04:25 GMT -5
“Yeah I’m Belior,” he said with a small smile, “I had to go deal with some stuff up at Telgar so I missed the hatching,” his attention was fully on the green dragon. He hoped she didn’t think him rude for watching the dragonet rather than looking at her whilst speaking. It appeared as if the green dragon had chosen a rather inebriated girl in the corner. Belior was sort of disappointed that the dragon had chosen someone else but at least it had been quick and no one had gotten hurt. From what he’d heard it had been quite an eventful hatching.
“Apparently one of the eggs still had life, I heard this Weyr had interesting Hatchings but those eggs weren’t even from the Gold Kaith. Perhaps the cold of between affected the hatchling a bit.” Belior nodded at the mention of the gold egg, “I heard. That’s really generous, are you going to try for the Queen?”
Belior turned his attention to V’ael when he began speaking and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and I wouldn’t know about her missing the hatching I was gone too. I would’ve felt incredibly guilty if any dragonet had gone between.” He sighed, thankfully that hadn’t happened. “And you’re correct,” Belior replied with a smile and another nod “I am Belior. Congratulations on your impression, V’ael. Aeydrith is a fine dragon.” He grinned down at V’ael’s olivegreen companion.
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Post by Minajerie on Jul 17, 2009 20:52:19 GMT -5
Rayn couldn't help but laugh out of happiness. "But that is my favorite part. The whoosh! Of the twirl is so... exhilarating!" As she was twirled her dress flared out, it was the perfect twirling dress!
Oh yes. And mine looks so pretty dancing, she is pretty when she isn't scowling. Smiles suit her so much better. Your's seems to be enjoying himself as well.
Rayn smiled and pointed at the green as she impressed what appeared to be a drunk or close to drunk, girl. "Look! The green impressed!"
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Andilay caught the Healer Ragule's attention to thank him again and ask when she should see him again for a check up. Afterwords she headed to the feasting tables. She was rather famished and nabbed a meatroll to nibble as she looked over the selection. A familiar laugh brought her attention to the dancefloor. It was Rayn, dancing with the young healer who had helped out Ragule as he stitched her up. Andilay smiled. It was a good thing, Rayn mingling with others, especially the males of her weyrling class. If she got to know them, she wouldn't think that every time they tried to talk to her just because, that they were trying to hit on her. Hopefully she would see them as friends, and pick one to like... later.
Andilay shook her head and turned back to the food- perhaps a little too quickly for her wounds on her chest stung and she winced a little and lightly touched the area.
Well, food then a table. She could observe and eat and drink and hopefully- be merry. Though, unfortunately, no dancing this day... well, maybe not a lot.
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Post by Akki on Jul 18, 2009 3:11:22 GMT -5
Z’ayr frowned slightly as he watched the green Impress. The girl seemed familiar but at the same time she didn’t. Was she one of those people that were just overlooked? He’d have to delve into that, his attention was caught.
“Girls often throw themselves at me. Just the other day, someone showed me their chest.” Z’ayr said with a grin. Okay, Andilay’s chest wasn’t aimed at him – it was meant to be making a point. But Tanwen didn’t need to know the small details like that. “Ahh shards.” He moaned as Tanwen confirmed that Vessayith thought he was an idiot. He shot a dirty look at Dinayth who looked back, acting all innocent. His dirty look disappeared though as he looked back up to Tanwen, “I’m your best friend?”. This was so exciting!
He nodded and gave her a thumbs up, grinning at his plate that was now loaded up with food. He looked over as Tanwen made a comment about T’ran and grinned, “I bet he’s drunk enough that I could go back to his weyr with him. That’d be a shocking surprise for the next morning.”
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Akki was teasing T’ran far too much, but she couldn’t help it when his mouth fell open – making it obvious that he believed her tall tale. Faranth, this man was going to have a massive hangover the next day. She frowned, pretending to think as he made his last comment before nodding. “He was kind of ticked about it to be honest, so you better make sure to apologize to him next time you see him.” She warned, wagging a scolding finger at the man. She had to wonder why she still had friends when she pulled their legs like this. Something was clearly wrong with people.
She slung an arm over the man’s shoulder, “Anyways T’ran. I heard about a rumor that should catch your interest.” When she spoke, she leaned in close as if she was sharing some deep, dark secret. She wasn’t of course, just another lie to keep her amused during the night. “I heard some drudges talking; they said that some girl here has a massive crush on you. Don’t know which one though, I suggest we find out.” The night would probably end with some sort of humiliation for T’ran…but Akki was okay with that. He was drunk and wouldn’t remember much in the morning, so hey! Let’s have some fun!
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“I can’t remember if she was either.” Faine admitted with a bashful smile. She had been to focused on her friends to recall the unknown girl. “I don’t think Weyrlings can get drunk. But do you think candidates can?” Faine asked almost innocently even though there was a slight twinkle in her eye.
She nodded as Belior spoke about Between, “Oh that’s probably right. You’re smart Belior!” She praised with a smile before laughing loudly at his Queen comment. “Oh, no! Definitely not! I’d probably lose her or something.” Faine said with a casual shrug. She’d be worried if she got anything high ranking – wouldn’t know what to do with herself. Plus she thought some of the candidates here seemed quite suitable for the gold egg while she was not. She had too many disorders in her opinion and that rendered her incapable. She peered around the room and looked back to the people she was talking too, “Do you guys mind if we go talk to Zigana? I want to congratulate her.” Okay, she didn’t know the girl very well but in Faine’s mind they were already friends. Poor Zigana!
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Rayn’s laugh seemed to be quite contagious because soon K’ael was also laughing. He couldn’t help it, she seemed to enjoy the spinning quite a bit. And her dress would lift off the ground and flare out in what seemed to be a perfect circle – it was quite a sight. “I’m glad it’s your favorite part then! I’ll be doing a lot of them tonight.” He grinned, spinning her the other way this time.
Yours is quite pretty, even when she is not dancing! But yes, I agree. Her smiling face is much better. Osaith crooned, handing out the compliments. She didn’t have a problem with saying them since she thought they were quite. And it did seem like K’ael was enjoying himself quite a bit.
“I hope I’m not stealing you away from someone tonight.” K’ael said with a bashful smile. Weyrling relationships were not allowed, he knew that but girls sometimes had a thing for someone still and vice versa. He’d hate to find out that he stole Rayn away from someone she actually wanted to dance with. “Also please apologize to your friend for me later on! I feel bad that I’ve somehow managed to snatch you away from her company.”
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Post by Xennai on Jul 18, 2009 15:01:23 GMT -5
Salina was watching the green Impress, her longing for such a moment evident. Extremely so. The way she was watching the two as if it were the only thing that mattered...Well, it was embarrassing really. The girl snapped back to herself, another flush rising. She turned back to the two males she was with.
"Oh." Her eyes widened and she blinked. That was certainly unexpected. Extremely so. She looked high up to the two grinning weyrlings and elbowed Ez'ki in the stomach. "Yes, of course." Her smile brightened, turning quick and happy. Dancing was good. Dancing was distracting. Especially when your partner was rather good-looking.
"The only other invitation I've gotten is from this buffoon and the last time we danced was, well, rather interesting." She laughed, winking up at Ez before turning her attention back to Dh'nen. "So, yes, I'd love to."
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Post by Minajerie on Jul 18, 2009 19:44:13 GMT -5
Rayn waved away his apologies. "My time is free to be taken, stolen or borrowed. You need not worry about any man getting angry at you for dancing with 'his girl'." She enjoyed another twirl before speaking again. "As for Andy, she always encourages me to socialize. Why would she feel jipped by you dancing with me? She'll do fine on her own- after all, she is ranked a master swordswoman. At least I think she is, if she isn't she needs to be, that girl's got skills!!"
At this Rayn lightly laughed again.
The fallow brown simply nodded his head in acknowledgment of the compliment to his mine. Greens were such cute creatures.
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Post by Spirithawk on Jul 19, 2009 17:57:06 GMT -5
Christae smiled. “I am glad you are so understanding. Not all are so accommodating. Kaith becomes quite annoyed when her prey escapes as well so I can relate.” She took two mugs of chilled fruit juice from a passing drudge and offered one to the Wher handler.
“Fruit is one thing that we are never short of here in the Southern Continent. Things are rather tight. The hurricane damaged a good bit of the outer structures of the Weyr. Both barracks need repairs and it’s looking like the Weyrling Barracks are going to need to be rebuilt. A skybroom tree got blown into it and the foundation looks cracked, possibly even from before the storm. A lot of the holds that look to us were damaged as well. Our riders have been busy helping. We also fear that our newest crops of Weyrlings won’t be ready when Thread falls and our weyr will be unprepared for Threadfall.”
She gasped when she noticed the hatcling green but breathed a sigh of relief when she found her bonded. "I'm glad that went without a hitch. Another mauling would not have been good.
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Post by Akki on Jul 19, 2009 18:51:54 GMT -5
A relaxed smile took over K’ael’s features as the girl spoke. “I am glad to hear this.” He laughed before lowering his voice slightly, “I’m afraid I am not the best fighter.”. This seemed almost ironic considering who he was dancing with – a swordswoman. If he said the wrong thing, he could easily have his right ear lopped off. “One day, you’ll have to show me the skills you and your friend have.” He said with a nod of his head. He was quite interested in it, normally swordspeople were men. And old ones at that. So these girls must be quite skilled to be swordswoman, especially at this age.
“How many of the other Weyrlings do you know?” So far, he really only knew Rayn. The rest of them were unknown to him and he wasn’t quite sure who would be up for a good conversation if Rayn left. There was a rather sulky looking boy sitting by himself but the Journeyman wasn’t quite sure if that would be the best decision. Most of the others seemed to be in groups though so he was glad that he had talked to Rayn when he did before she was swallowed up by a large group. “The few people I know are from Caspian so they won’t be sticking around for ever.” He laughed.
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Post by panther on Jul 20, 2009 13:32:07 GMT -5
Danae smirked, “I can’t imagine prey oft escapes Kaith, for unlike Danask, she can fly. If Danask could fly, she’d chase her Prey to the ends of Pern itself!” She laughed, taking the fruits juice that was offered to her, drinking it gratefully.
Danae shook her head, hands clasping about her drink as she looked a mild version of distraught as the Weyrwoman told her of the Weyr’s problems, “Well Christae, we might only be Wher handlers, but if there is anything we can do to help, despite Wher’s being no better at building than Dragons, I’m sure we would oblige, if you called.” Danae offered to the woman, knowing it would likely be turned down. But the offer and the thought ere both present.
Danae was shocked to see the green entering the feast, “Shouldn’t she have hatched with her brothers and sisters? Why would a Dragon egg hatch late?” It was almost common in Whers, Whers, being the peculiar genetic dysfunctional form of Dragon, “Yes, another mauling wouldn’t be good” Again, you were expected to bleed to impress to a wher, but that was not civilised in Dragon-culture. She mentally rebuked herself for thinking derogatory dragon rider thoughts
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Ez grinned, then looked offended, “I refute that comment! I was young, and I didn’t know how to dance.” He informed them both, “Also, she made it worse, I’m not totally to blame for this.” He shook his head, crossed his arms, and looked off to the side, rather indignantly. But as always, it was a farce.
He rubbed his belly where her elbow had connected, “Go on then, the pair of you go dance – I’m sure I can whisk you away later” He said with a smile to Salina, then he turned, as though walking away from Salina, towards what faced Dh’nen’s back. But as he walked past, he gave a warning look to wards Dh’nen, and not that he thought he wouldn’t, but Ez added, “Play nice.” As a minor warning.
He spotted the healer lad talking to the new female brown rider. He placed on his most charming smile and approached them, “Hi there, you two both impressed this time round, right?” Recognising the fact there were two groups of weyrlings at current, oh wise was he, “I’m Ez’ki, of Brown Garisath, same colour as yours right?” He smiled as he looked to the female, tone raising inquisitively.
Garisath had followed him, looking to his new found bonded, Hello! The brown chortled to the other dragons, I hope we’re not intruding, the other two are to dance, and we decided we’d be better off in new pastures Something about the browns tone had a constant smile to it, happiness and sunny-ness that was almost abnormal for a dragon of brown. He looked up at his bond, tan stripe on his face showing prominently as he did so.
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Post by Minajerie on Jul 20, 2009 20:05:36 GMT -5
"It would be an easy thing, we would do our routine we do at the job fair. Very complicated, and very dangerous for someone who doesn't take the point of a sword seriously or takes it's value to lightly. But since we are us, there is no need to panic."
Rayn thought about his question, and could only think of two people she knew at the weyr. "Well, I know werling Z'ayr of blue Dinayth and Dragonrider 'G'han of the bronze rear thorn Gerenanth'. Or so he introduced himself." Rayn shrugged and smiled as she got ready for another twirl and step... but then they were talked too.
Rayn's eyes went from a happy glitter to an accusatory glare as she turned to look at this new comer to their pair.She glanced down at his offered hand with a look of distaste and ignored it. She listened to what the other red headed brown rider had to say, then replied. "Yes, I impressed this hatching, and yes, of course, my Llanwreth is brown." The way she said it managed to mock his intelligence- as if to say he couldn't recognize that her dragon was the color brown.
Since this other brownrider had stopped their dance, Rayn crossed her arms and lifted a hand to stroke the scar on her cheek. However, the aura emanating from her as she did it seemed to say, 'Irritate me too much and my scar will look beautiful next to all the ones I will give you'.
Llanwreth looked at his mine with a developing sense of unease. Oh dear. I'm not too sure if our mines will get along well, clutchbrother. She does not like the opposite sex much... she only got along so well with Osaith's mine because he had helped out hers. Yours has no such thing going for him... um.. unfortunately. The fallow brown seemed to look apologetic for a second, sure his mine would berate the man even more.
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Post by Shekru on Jul 20, 2009 22:26:14 GMT -5
Arm offered to Salina, Dh'nen bowed at the waist formally. His customs were a bit different than those seen in Weyrs, but they were still respectful. Ez'ki's warning received a raised brow, and the bluerider did not respond. Instead, Rodhaketh shared the man's thoughts with Garisath.
Mine wishes for yours to know that he has only the purest and best intentions for the sun-haired one. She seemed sad, and that does not sit well with him. If he can dispell that sadness, then he will be happy. There was a mild air of irritation in the blue's tone, as though he were offended on his rider's behalf. Dh'nen was honorable! Rodhaketh's chosen would never do something untoward.
Pale eyes danced with joy as Dh'nen spun Salina around before him and positioned his hands in waiting for her own. Gentemenly, at least, Dh'nen was.
"You have my permission to kick me in the shins if I dare step on your toes accidentally. My aim is not to wound you."
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