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Post by Minajerie on Aug 2, 2009 21:14:07 GMT -5
Andilay chuckled again. "Well, my friend, I believe this one is done for the night, and as the person he fell asleep on, it means I must take him back to his weyr... but first I have to find out where that is..." She shrugged at the task at hand and lightly took G'han's hands from around her waist. She then turned him over so that his body pointed upwards and then drooped to pick him up, lightly jostling him to get his head to nestle in her shoulder.
"Well, at least he isn't too heavy." Andilay looked for a nearby rider who might be of assistance and spotted Akki, the ...blue rider, if she remembered correctly.
"Excuse me, blue rider, could you perhaps tell me where I might find G'han's weyr? He's rather catatonic and can't tell me himself."
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Post by panther on Aug 3, 2009 15:12:34 GMT -5
Ez’ki smiled gently, amused by her comments in retaliation to his calling her “lady”, oh, how but such a small thing could make one go off on such a tangent! He smirked and looked towards her, “Well, I’m not sure I’d claim you, that sounds a little bigoted, and I’m many things, but not bigoted. But, I think, ordinarily” He looked sideways towards Garisath who was looking aimlessly at the ceiling, focus beyond the room, Ez obviously implying that there were external factors standing in the way. “Ordinarily, I would likely attempt to take you up on that offer, however, as I can’t, and you are not exactly showing the will, and the fact we’re both to be brown riders, likely I’ll not.” He reassured her.
He turned to the lady of the rain comment, “See I’m not certain on that one, Brown is as much the colour of rain as blue, for I do not see crystal blue when it rains, I’m not sure about you, I’d believe grey is more the colour of Rain, but either way,” He shrugged, “So your name is to do with the Rain? If I am to stop calling you by ‘my Lady’ I’d suggest your name would be advisable, but if you wish to play games, I’m more than capable.” He smirked, suggestion intended there.
He arched his brow at K’ael, then grinned like a fool, “I guess it does! But, that was not quite what I meant on this instance, for once. I did intend the use of that word amiably, then, perhaps that is because I, unlike you maybe, think on the Weyrling mistress in nothing other than a professional manner?” He smirked, turning the tables on K’ael now, and implying a sexual association with the Weyrling mistress – in jest of course! – “Well, then riding green, would limit your choice of women to… two in fact. Oh no, pardon me, four? I think that’s correct, two brown, including our lady of the Rain, or mud, what ever is appropriate, and then two female blue riders?” He pose the question to Rayn.
He looked affronted for a second, then smirked to K’ael, “Disinfectant buddy?” He shrugged again, “Perhaps, perhaps, who knows, if I appreciate, I won’t say no, disinfectant or otherwise” He smirked, a dirty smirk, filthy and rather crude, but he could be when he wanted.
Returning to Rayn – “I’m not sure I give off that vibe, I’m not needy, I just like to appreciate beauty. And I thought I was restraining myself quite well actually, but perhaps not – oh well. But yet, you do not seem adverse to my company? You know I do find it odd – “ He paused then fell silent, realising he was getting himself into a bit of a hole, then decided to change the subject, “You know I’m quite looking forward to the Gold hatching,” He smiled, he hoped it would be some one he knew well who impressed, but you could never quite tell.
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Danae – despite being emersed in conversation with the Weyrwoman – which was (at least in her opinion) going unexpectedly well – had not failed to notice the fact that the Harper and the bronze rider were talking… She furrowed her brow a little, so perhaps the rhumours that were told within the walls of the Wher hold were true, Danae’s denial of him and turned him to another source, and no lower ranked neither! Shards a master Harper! She could hold no torch to that, the only draw she could possibly have upon him now was the fact that she was the handler of a gold, and he a bronze, something inside her dropped, and she didn’t like that. It made her uncomfortable, far to conscious of him, and indeed of her, and of herself. She straightened her dress and ruffled her skirt a little, feeling small once again, an incredibly tiny little dull orange fish in an ocean of larger, grander and brighter coloured varieties, all so similar but much better in all respects.
Morale killing in place, she hesitated with conversation with the Weyrwoman, but tried to smile harder, trying to keep the façade if nothing else.
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Post by Spirithawk on Aug 4, 2009 8:22:12 GMT -5
"We will certainly keep that in mind Wherhandler Danae. Our Weyrling barracks do not seem sound anymore. We are worried that we will have to build the thing over again and we have been looking for a good place to find the stone to rebuild it. The roof had some wood in it and we cannot have that with Thread coming near. Perhaps while you are here, you could have one of your beasts look at it? I would hate to be rude to a guest and ask them to work but it would save you a trip back here."
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Post by Xennai on Aug 4, 2009 15:46:31 GMT -5
Alder smoldered at Hester, there was no other way to explain it. A light smirk lined his lips and his seemed full of a dark, banked fire. He was not working on her, not in truth, but he didn't mind playing the game with her. They'd danced and tangoed the once before and what an experience it had been! He wouldn't mind trying again...And maybe, they could join in that most ancient of dances...
"I would love to hear you play the harp, Hester," he murmured. Head tilted to once side, his hands folding. Long fingertips supported his chin as he watched her, taking in her person and her outfit in one sweeping glance. Men could never be subtle when they were looking a woman over. He thought it fortuitous as well as rather unfortunate, depending on the situation. At least he knew this one, though he wouldn't mind testing a few other things out on the Master Harper.
"I am well." He took a sip of the wine and set it back down. "I am finding Southern very hospitable and the people quite kind, for the most part." A scowl lined his tanned features as he thought of that one exception. He shook it off after a moment, returning to the conversation. "The wher Hold is doing very well and Aldesk is happy. I have excellent company and the wine isn't bad." He shrugged, laughing lightly. "What more could I want?"
The way he looked at her seemed to indicate something else he could want. But then his glance slid over her head to a certain redhead who was talking with the Weyrwoman. The look on his face deepened and turned slightly wistful before he tuned back into Hester and a smile lit across his mouth. "How are you, my dear? I haven't seen you in quite a fair while. Anything of interest to report?" He leaned closer, the curiosity and interest evident.
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Post by panther on Aug 4, 2009 16:20:47 GMT -5
Danae bristled. Visibly so. She glanced at Christae, and realised she had not meant it in malice at all, but she still did not look best pleased. She pulled a hint f a smile, but only managed to look displeased and a little angry, “Weyrwoman Christae, with the greatest of respects do not call a Wher a beast, that would be to suggest they are unintelligent, or uncivilised, and I can assure you, they are anything but those.” She paused, reclaimed herself from her minds wanderings of cursing Dragonfolk and their ignorance of Whers or disapproval of them. Then she carried on,
“But certainly, we’ll have a Wher look it over before we leave, they’ll tell you if it’s stable enough for you to move it, and generally, I’d reckon if it was stone built? No thread would touch it, and with deep foundations, it should be sturdy enough for a hurricane to blow right on through, though I think It might be beneficial to have a stonecrafter around, he would know more of the land than we do, a Wher can only tell you so much Lady Weyrwoman.” She told the woman opposite her, “And nevermind us working when we are guests, I’d prefer we were help to be availed of, as opposed to ignored.” She was careful with her ords again.
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Hester grinned peacefully ignoring his dark and intense gazes, barely returning them with the slightest alteration of bad language. She ignored his gaze over her aswell, for she didn’t feel pretty or sassy tonight, she was in travelling clothes, clothes that were also well made for playing all manner of instruments, her hair was pulled back from her face on one side, and she was feeling particularly unfeminine.
“I am very glad to hear you are enjoying Southern, some do not find it to their tastes, we seem to have a much lower pace down here than the Northerners find comfortable.” She replied, a smile graced her lips, “And Aldesk is well also? Well that is a relief, a happy wher makes for a happy hold as they might say,” She grinned, She casually ignored the question of ‘what more could I want’ presuming it (likely falsely) rhetoric.
“I am well, thank you so for asking Alder, Busy as always, quite tired from my journeying over here, and how I worried about my harp! I hadn’t imagined quite what an ordeal it would be to bring it here, next time I think I shall request that a Bronze take it, the blue seemed a little on the small side for it.” Her brow furrowed neatly with concern for her harp which had already been safely transported one way.
“Aside from my Harp – which by the way you will be hearing soon enough, your judgement accepted either way – “ She waved a hand, indicating that to be aside from her line of thought, “Caspian is well, I’m finding the Weyr quite intrepid by comparison, the colours and marvels this place holds is second only to the Wher hold I’m certain of it. Though, perhaps it would only be correct of me to compare, once I have seen the Wher hold properly.” She spoke softly, eyes cast surreptitiously towards Alder.
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Post by Spirithawk on Aug 6, 2009 9:45:02 GMT -5
Christae raised an eyebrow. This was certainly unexpected. No dragon had ever balked at being called a beast. It was not a derogatory word in a dragon's mind. "Even our dragons do not have any qualms about being called a beast. For that is what they are, whether they are intelligent or not. I had no idea that whers were so sensitive to a term that even dragons don't bother being upset by."
There was the slightest hint of disdain at the way the Wherhandler had overreacted (in Christae's opinion) about a mere term, but here was also a bit of surprise. Perhaps the whers were more sensitive about words like that because they were constantly being referred to as the dragons' ugly cousin? Christae had never understood why society insisted upon comparing everything to dragons, but then again, dragons had become central to survival, so of course things would develop around them
"I intend on having stonecutters come in, but whers are renowned for their skill in detecting unstable stone masses. If the barracks will come down on us, I would rather a wher tell us that before we start going in there and shifting things. Part of the roof collapsed on the Weyrling Barracks so we are a bit concerned about going into the Candidate Barracks just in case the structure isn't sound. The Candidate Barracks were built completely out of stone I think and just has some water mess inside that needs to be scrubbed clean but we are being careful. We can't afford to lose either Candidate or Weyrlings. Also, when we go to collect the stone we need, a wher's help would be great in determining if the mines we hope to use are safe to delve in to get the stone we need to build a new Weyrling Barracks.
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Post by Minajerie on Aug 6, 2009 20:16:25 GMT -5
Rayn shrugged and dismissed the matter, she was starting to get irritated again. She knew he didn't mean too, but perhaps they would always be at odds with each other. That didn't mean she'd try to eat him or anything, though.
Rayn tapped her hip in frustration, she wouldn't hit the man- oh no, that would be terribley uncalled for- and uncivilized. She instead broke down and decided to make the obvious more so, by just straight out telling him her name. "Rain- Lady of the Rain, Rain Lady, Lady Rain... My name is Rayn. Short and simple, and slightly refreshing."
Rayn shrugged again. "I wouldn't know. I suppose, if those are the only female riders that are paired with male dragons, then yes, four choices. I'm sure there may be more at another weyr. If you dislike the selection, you could always transfer, K'ael. Though, it may sound terribly personal in your request."
"You are rather odd, and while your company isn't repulsive, it is not the best I've enjoyed... but you are tolerable." Rayn nodded absently. "Andilay will be standing, so I hope for the best. I believe one of your friends is also standing for the queen? I wish her well."
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Post by Xennai on Aug 9, 2009 1:14:48 GMT -5
Alder was not overly concerned over Hester's seeming lack of interest. That was all part of the game they played. Or at least as he understood it. He and the harper were much more understated about their interest. It was not there in looks or bold words, but more understated and subtle. It was more of a feeling, a knowledge that the other person was eyeing the hook you'd set, wondering if they dare take it.
"A slower pace it may be, but I am enjoying it." He smiled slyly, taking a small sip of the wine in his hand. He'd get Danae a new one. She'd undoubtedly want a new one. From the quick look he took, she seemed angry. It was not an outward sign, but he saw it; saw it in the stiffness of her body, in the way her face seemed clenched and the way those amber eyes seemed to flash in the Weyrwoman's way. Oh shards. He did hope that she hadn't gone on some rampage against the Weyr. He knew the gold handler to much more tactful than that but he knew her temper could get away from her...
Alder tuned back into the conversation with a mental wince. His attention had drifted. That was unforgivable. He nodded, mmm'ing slightly in agreement. "Your harp is big then?" he questioned, frowning. For some reason he had thought it a small instrument but apparently his assumption was incorrect. He nodded again, much more eager now and leaned forward. "I would love to show you the wher Hold," he enthused. "It's not near as grand or full as the Weyr but it's its own little place with its own style. It holds it's own." He grinned, looking like an eager little boy. "I have to warn you though, the whers are not near so pretty as dragons are. I'm sure you've seen them before, but they are just as you have seen, all of them." He shrugged, finishing the glass.
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Post by Akki on Aug 9, 2009 16:20:10 GMT -5
K’ael lifted a hand in a small ‘I surrender’ gesture, and deadpanned “I’m caught. I think of the Weyrling mistress in every way but the professional manner.”
He tucked his hands behind his head and grinned, “Thankfully I have a bit of time before I have to start worrying about Osaith’s flights.” He was glad for that too, it would be a turn and a bit before he had to start thinking about that. Flights just seemed to be another term for awkward meetings. “Ah? What’s this Rayn? Are you trying to get rid of me already?” He asked with a slight, fake, pout.
He had just met people at Dark Moon! He didn’t want to have to leave and meet people all over again. He laughed loudly at Rayn’s last comment, “You have a way with words Rayn.” She had no problem with bluntly saying exactly what she was feeling – she made it quite clear to Ez that he wasn’t on her list of favorites.
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Faine grinned at Relina, raising her hand slightly to wipe away the one small tear that was slowly sliding down the girls cheek. “You can’t cry while dancing!” She laughed while taking the lead. She guided them slowly, turning so they simply spun in a circle for a moment. She was glad that Relina was enjoying herself now.
Plus there was a smile on her face, the first natural looking smile Faine had seen so far.
“We can swap stories?” Faine suggested with another grin. Her past was nothing exciting to be honest. It consisted of kitchen accidents, spending time counting things and a sister who wasn’t too fond of her. Boring stuff really. She spun them around once again, eyes scanning the dance floor.
It may have looked like she was simply seeing who else was dancing but in reality she was quickly counting everyone. Four, five, six…
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Post by catilena1890 on Aug 10, 2009 15:14:22 GMT -5
Faine wiped away the tear that slowly went down Relina's cheek and told her that she shouldn't cry while dancing. She closed her eyes and shook her head, still smiling.
"Forgive me, this is the first time I've ever really enjoyed myself." Relina explained as Faine twirled them in a small circle for just a moment. When Faine made a suggestion to 'swap stories', Relina nodded slowly. "Yes, that we shall. I suggest we go to the Lake and 'swap stories'." She said, wondering what kind of past her friend may have had. Where had Faine come from? Was she from a wealthy hold? Has she been to all the Weyrs as Relina's sister had? Did she have any family? All of these questions, among others, popped into her head one by one. Relina groaned from the sudden burst of curiosity clamoring into her head and she let go of Faine and rubbed the sides of her head in an attempt to get rid of the curiosity-induced headache.
Zorn, come, help. She commanded her Flit. Zorn appeared on her shoulder and entered her mind, as did Soranith, who was very confused.
Mine, what happened?[/color] Soranith asked.
Give me a minute. Relina asked, Zorn siphoned some of the information and questions from her mind and Relina felt the pressure ease. She took a deep breath and looked at Faine, grinning.
"Sorry if that scared you my friend. I got a sudden burst of information and when that happens it gives me a headache. Shall we continue?" Relina asked, not sure if Faine had noticed her momentary lapse of pain, for she looked everywhere at the people around them.
You asked too many questions, and that gave you a headache?[/color] Soranith asked.
Yes, that is part of the reason why I like having Zorn around, he helps ease the pressure of my mind by absorbing the extra information. Relina explained, grabbing Zorn and hugging him slightly. She could still feel the presence of Soranith and Zorn in her mind, and she felt a sense of security, being surrounded by her friends, she knew nothing could hurt her. She took a deep breath and let Zorn go, who flew around in little circles before landing on Faines shoulders, chittering at the girl. Relina giggled, something she never thought she could do.
"He likes you. He trusts you because I do. You should be thankful, Zorn is not usually that friendly toward others." Relina explained.
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