Laketime Review

[Dragon]

Looking at the calm, still waters from his vantage point, a lone bronzerider sighed inwardly. He sat beside his dragon companion for quite some time, content with staring at the lake's surface. Why the sigh? One might ask. He was lost in thought, in memories. It had been so long ago to him, a life time even. But those memories were as clear as day.

G'han finally stood and walked slowly to the lake. He could remember it all vividly. The days he'd spent lounging at the lake with his friends and fellow dragonriders. How many swimming races had he participated in at this very lake? He couldn't really count, but he was sure he lost to Akki a time or two. He paused at the edge of the lake, his feet dipped in the very shallows of the water. He smiled and shook his head at the thought. Ah, it was so good to be back home. Yes, home. That's what this place was to him. No other weyr would suffice. This place always lingered in his mind, in his heart. This place was truely his home.

A new wave of energy and feeling swept over him, G'han ran through the waters in nothing but an old pair of trousers cut to his knees. When he got deep enough, he jumped up and forward, diving into the cool water. For several moments he was not seen above surface. One would start to worry, as he made no appearance. However, he reappeared with a loud gasp and a furious shake of his head. He then leapt back and floated on his back lazily. What a great day it would be today. Or so G'han thought.

Gerenanth sought no interest in piercing the lake waters. He was content to lay on dry land and watch his rider's antics from a distance. It was an obvious change from the Gerenanth who once dived head long into the depths of the lake and tried to hide beneath it's surface like Ebbeth, and often failing. Oh, it was a stark contrast. One would hardly recognize Gerenanth if personalities were compared.

[Akki]

If you think for two seconds, that I'll let you get away unharmed if you throw sand at me, you are surely mistaken. Dinayth warned as the small blue and Z'ayr made their way towards the lake.

Just like most people had predicted, Dinayth had become quite conceited with the way he looked, more or less telling his rider to oil him as soon as he suspected his hide was getting dry. He was a blue with the arrogance of a bronze, with a certain amount of flamboyancy that almost matched Z'ayrs, which few probably thought possible. The two had agreed to take a short break though they didn't do much to deserve one, and to come down to the lake to relax a bit. It took longer to get to the lake then expected however, Dinayth made a fuss about how his mines cot looked. The tiny blue expected everything to be in order, and would have it no other way and he did not approve of Z'ayrs lack of attention to detail. Don't get the lad wrong, he paid attention to detail but only when it concerned his own appearance.

"I know, I know. And if you get my hair wet, I swear I will let your hide get all dry and cracked." Z'ayr retorted, already used to their flamboyant bicker.
Do that, and I will muss up your hair as you sleep. Dinayth replied with a mock growl as the duo reached the lake, only to notice other company there already. Z'ayr blinked, and drummed his fingers across his arm for a second, grinning down at Dinayth. "That guy is kinda cute." He whispered to the blue with a slight grin, who in turn made a snorting noise. The near-black critter knew Z'ayrs secret almost right away, it wasn't hard to tell that the boy preferred guys over girls. However, Z'ayr had so far said that every guy in Dark Moon was good-looking so it didn't surprise the dragonet that this man was no different.

Mine thinks your rider is quite the looker. Dinayth told Gerenanth without hesitation, not letting Z'ayr hear this rather blunt and to the point conversation. Dinayth respecting his elders didn't exactly come easy to him. He still had troubles introducing himself first, asking how they were, etc, etc. Oh, I'm Dinayth. Charmed to meet you.

[Kino]

[Right. I wanna rp...and rather than start a new lake board, I figured I'd just jump in here xP]

There was another young dragon-weyrling pair at the lake that day as well, having already been there before people started arriving. It'd been a nice enough day, and the two had thought it was as good a time as ever for a bath. K'ris had gone with Queroth out to the lake to wash the hawk eye's hide down with a good scrubbing of sand and lake water. After that, they both decided that they might as well enjoy the fact that Weyrling chores hadn't been divvied out yet.

They were laying on the sand a good 10 or 15 feet from the water's edge. K'ris was laying on his back on a sloping part of the sand with one arm up and resting behind his head, and the other hand resting on the back of Queroth's neck. The dragonet was using him as a pillow, which wasn't entirely strange considering that K'ris and Queroth were the same size (K'ris was five feet tall, and Queroth was five feet long from nose to tail tip). The hawk eye was laying on his stomach with his wings unfurled on either side of him to soak up the sun and dry up his hide. The blue tunic that K'ris normally wore over his white undershirt was in a pile nearby, and the stark contrast of black-blue on white was something to see. The contrast was repeated up near his golden blond hair by the little flit named Twil whose hide was also so blue it was practically black. The flit was curled up in the sand and leaning against K'ris' head, spreading a bit of the boy's hair around him in a part-sand-part-hair nest of sorts.

It wasn't long after the trio had settled in that the bronze and his rider had come over, but either they hadn't been noticed or the other pair was content to keep to themselves. And not long after that, Z'ayr and Dinayth ambled into the area. K'ris, who had his eyes cloesd up until this point, now opened them to blink into the sunlight as he caught one side of the approaching conversation.

It's my clutchbrother Dinayth, and his Z'ayr![/color] Qeuroth informed K'ris halfway through the exchange, lifting his head as he did so to look over towards the blue and the weyrling. His tone was excited, as Qeuroth was rather sociable, but he was rather content in staying right where he was with his bonded.

"Oh, cool," K'ris said. "Tell them we say 'h..." he blinked his eyes open once more as Dinayth went on to inform Gerenath of a certain fact of his bonded's thoughts. Well, there you go. Being a HAD was bound to get awkward at one point or another, why not now rather than later? K'ris had a feeling he hadn't been intended to hear that bit of exchange, so he...figured he'd just go on as though he hadn't heard a thing.

Queroth didn't need K'ris to finish his thought in order to understand what he wanted to say, and so he went on to do just that without a second thought. Greetings, Dinayth! Mine says to tell you and Yours 'hi' as well. He looked down to focus his eyes on K'ris once more. Though if you can hear my clutchbrother, I do not know why you don't just say 'hi' for yourself?

K'ris squinted an eye shut. "I think some people might think it's rude, Qeuroth. I don't wanna take any chances," he said quietly. Now that he'd bonded with Queroth it was much easier to keep his thoughts in check and not send them off to other dragons, but speaking out loud still made him feel a bit better when others weren't in hearing range.

Ohh. Queroth replied, letting his head down to rest on K'ris chest once more. But...don't some others also think that not standing up to say hi is rude, too? K'ris looked over to his dragonet with only his eyes, not wanting to move his head and disturb the flit there.

"If they come over, I'll get up," he said. "But I've got a flit tangled in my hair right now. It'd be a bit hard to sit up."[/size][/font]

[Dragon]

G'han hadn't noticed either weyrling pair on the scene. Infact, G'han was oblivious to most of the world around him as he floated idley in the waters. He looked so relaxed as he closed his eyes and seemed to sleep, using the water's surface as his bed.

G'han may have been oblivious to the ongoings around him, but Gerenanth wasn't. Infact, he didn't have the option. That was taken out of his dragonic claws by a bold weyrling-age dragon, freshly hatched from Kaith's clutch. Gerenanth snorted at the young dragonet's statement. This one seemed quite rude, addressing him so casually. Yup. Gerenanth was being a bronze alright. Compliment noted, young Dinayth. Are you always so casual to the higher ranks? G'han being a wingleader at Telgar didn't help the bronze's ego either. The tone was authoritative, yet held no sting like it should have. The bronze also didn't bother to disturb his rider. He looked too peaceful to disturb.

[Akki]

Ooc|| Haha, oh man, K’ris being at the lake just made me so happy. Accidentally hearing all of Z’ayrs secrets~

Dinayth’s eyes whirled contently as he peered over at Queroth, tail flicking. Greetings clutchbrother. Tell yours we also send our greetings to him. Dinayth replied, in a pleasant tone. He really had no idea that K’ris had just heard his statement, and he knew Z’ayr didn’t know of it. He didn’t understand why the boy hid it as he did, it simply just didn’t make sense to him. Z’ayr followed Dinayth’s line of vision and grinned when he saw K’ris, walking over to the boy. “Isn’t this just a totally fab day? It’s so nice out.” He said as he neared, nodding his head up to the clear sky above them. “Eh, I see all flitts like to curl up in hair then and it’s not just mine?” Z’ayr asked, thinking of how at night Aesa had a habit of making a nest on top of his head.

“I finally got my gold to at least vaguely listen to me.” Z’ayr admitted with a crooked grin. As if on cue, the tiny gold popped out of Between and perched daintily on his shoulders. He frowned slightly at the critter. “She listens to Dinayth more than me it seems. It’s quite unfair, really.” He sniffed. It’s because I’m prettier than you. Dinayth replied back with a snicker, showing off his slightly flamboyant side. Z’ayr looked over his shoulder and jerked his finger towards G’han.

“Who d’you think that is? I don’t think I’ve seen him around before.” Z’ayr asked, unaware of what K’ris had heard earlier on. Poor K’ris, the boy had to pretend to never have heard the new weyrling’s secret, a hard thing to do when it was as gossip worthy as this one was. Dinayth turned his attention back to the large bronze, cocking his head slightly. No. Maybe. Yes? I have never thought about it before. I just thought it would be a nice tidbit of information for you, you see. Dinayth’s voice was smooth and innocent, he didn’t really know what he did wrong. Didn’t everyone want to know a juicy tidbit of information?

[Kino]

[xD Good, I'm glad he happily fits into the rp =P And for the record, since K'ris is still learning his telepathic speech is likely to be picked up by any dragon who wants to hear it xD In the future, when he learns, I'll differentiate between what he's publicly sending and not. But for now...he's still a rookie]

Qeuroth tilted his head to look at his rider's face at Dinayth's response, his eyes giving a quick whirl. Mine, you heard my clutchbrother, yes? He says 'hi' back. The dragonet lifted his head as the other pair started over, pushing himself up into a seated position. They're coming over, K'rismine! he informed the boy. K'ris opened an eye against the sunlight and looked over to confirm the fact, lifting his hands towards Twil just as Z'ayr started talking about the little flit.

"Good to know it's not just mine, either," he said, working to disentangle the flit. He ended up sitting up with the blue still on his head, perfectly content to nest even more in the boy's hair. K'ris sighed. "I'm guessing mine's the only one that likes to do it constantly, though." He squinted an eye and looked up at Twil. Twil, he thought, Off. The flit creened a little in protest, but when K'ris tugged him down this time the flit complied, and the boy put him to rest on his shoulder as well. The boy looked over to Z'ayr at the comment about his flit listening to Dinayth more, blinking once and offering a shrug.

"I think it's the way dragons talk," he said, having made this discovery himself. "The flits listen a bit better to the telepathic stuff." That's when the question on the other rider came up, and he looked over. The bronze replied to Dinayth at that moment, and K'ris recognized the voice from the hatching. "Isn't that the Weyrleader's bronze?" he suggested. "Pretty sure I saw him with Kaith during the hatching."

Mine doesn't like me telling Others some things either. Qeuroth said. I don't understand why they keep so many secrets! Won't Others eventually find out anyway? he was sympathizing with his clutchbrother, though he didn't know what Z'ayrs secret was, of course.

[messing with colors...
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tessstt for the usual color ]

[Dragon]

(OOC: Pass me over guys. My post with G'han wouldn't be very big anyway. So. BUMP FOR AKKI.)

[kestrel]

Ooc: thought I'd hop in here, maybe liven it up a bit. ^^

T'kal walked along the edge of the lake, keeping his pace slower than normal. After all, the dragonet beside him wasn't exactly up to par with keeping up with other dragonets, let alone him. He shortened his strides, taking in the beautiful scenery that was the Weyr he lived in. Truthfully, he hadn't had any expectations about impressing. At the last, he had pretty much assumed that he'd be left standing, and it hadn't really concerned him. What had been his primary concern was getting the eggs to safety. However, here he was, with a dragonet of his own...odd though it might be.

Whites were a definate rarity on Pern, even with mutations that had shown up in Dark Moon. They rarely if ever survived, and if they didn't hatch out then they were usually assumed dead. He wondered what would have happened to Sarcth if he hadn't gone beyond regulations and rules and chosen to pick up the egg to save it. He didn't like to think about it.

The dragonet was unnaturally small. Two feet in length, he was the size of a firelizard full grown. True, he had a dragon build, and merely looked like a shrunken dragon. It was just...odd. Even the little Hawk's Eye dragonet that K'ris had was as big as K'ris, pretty much. Sarcth seemed healthy enough, he supposed. Only time would tell how he fared. He realized that he wouldn't graduate from Weyrlinghood with his fellow Weyrlings. They'd graduate in two years...he'd be waiting two or three more. Four years as a Weyrling...he supposed he'd be a Weyrling with the next bunch to impress. The thought was a bit odd, but he couldn't bring himself to mind it too much. After all, he'd impressed a white, so a white he now had. The sacrifices seemed small, really. Whites also didn't fly, did they? He wasn't sure, but he doubted that most of them ever did. Not that that was a concern of his. It almost made it easier, because any relationship he did have would be of his choosing.

Suddenly, he heard voices and looked up ahead to see the unmistakable form of a bronze dragon he'd never met yet, as well as K'ris and his dragonet. He thought he saw another there, but perhaps he'd been mistaken. He had to keep his pace with Sarcth-he knew walking and excersizing his muscles was good for the young dragonet, so he didn't pick him up or rush him along.

*Sorry, mine. I don't mean to slow you down so much.*

T'kal looked down at the small dragonet whom he'd impressed, and said with a small smile, "it's not your fault in the least, Sarcth-there's no need to apologise. Besides, I'm not in any rush. We'll get there soon enough."

Sarcth seemed to accept this, and it was true-before long they'd reached the others. T'kal didn't recognize the bronzerider, and so, "hello, bronzerider, and bronzerider's dragon-I'm Weyrling T'kal, and this is Sarcth." Then, to K'ris, "fancy meeting you here-how's it going?" He had impressed along with K'ris-they'd been the last, and their ordeal had been somewhat a shared one. T'kal remembered fondly how they'd piled up the sand and then picked up the eggs, trying to get them to safety. Who knew the eggs held their own dragonets? The irony was rather a nice surprise, though!

[Kino]

[Sorry if this is a bit bleh. I wanna get a post out, but it's midnight and I haven't been in a writing bit xD i'll do my best though]

K'ris had gotten up to his feet and was working to brush various bits of sand off his clothes when the other two came into the area. He picked up on Sarcth's voice first, standing straight and looking over towards the pair at the same time that Queroth did. The boy smiled and lifted a hand to wave at T'kal, Twil took the opportunity to stand up on the boy's head and launch himself at the lifted arm, clinging to it with his claws and wrapping his tail around down to the shoulder. He was, luckilly, not holding quite tight enough to draw blood. K'ris smiled and brought his arm down slowly, though the flit didn't change position and ended up hanging on the boy's arm upside down.

"It's...going," he replied, grinning lopsidedly down to the flit on his arm, then looking back.

Greetings, Clutchbrother Sarcth! Queroth greeted, scrambling to his feet as well and walking over to stand beside his bonded. Hello to Yours, too.

K'ris nodded in agreement with his dragonet. "Yeah, nice seeing you both again. Sarcth's looking a lot more awake than he did at the hatching. Though..." he trailed off, and smiled lopsided, bringing his non-flitclung-hand up to rub at the back of his head, "I guess I was pretty much passing out that day, too."