Dawn of a New Era

[Ranuu]

Fallieth was, as always, one for a big entrance. As he came from between directly in the path of the sun from the Weyr, the dragon bugled a triumphant message of arrival to the watchrider. The sunlight gleamed off of his well-oiled hide, and his eyes shone a vibrant bluish-green. Overall, he meant for his entrance to be quite intense, though in all truth, it probably wasn’t all that special.

From atop his bonded, T’ran observed his new surroundings. He had never been to Dark Moon Weyr before, though he’d heard stories. It was wet below, as if it had been raining heavily, and there were many places where water stood. A heavy level of destruction around the Weyr suggested that it had been hit by some sort of catastrophe, probably a hurricane, and T’ran wondered why he hadn’t been told about that before he left Fort.

It was also a lot warmer here than it was at Fort. That was a pleasant surprise. But, then again, the water all around made it humid. Blech, T’ran hated humidity, and the sweat it always produced. Perhaps it was a mistake coming here, T‘ranmine. This place seems much dirtier than the last Weyr.

I know, I know. But we have our orders.

And so the eternal façade continued. They swooped in toward the bowl of Dark Moon Weyr, where Fallieth landed gracefully. Vaulting from the saddle in a well-practiced manner, T’ran landed on the floor of the bowl and looked around. Surely, he’d be greeted by someone. The transfer orders should have preceded him, but one could never be completely sure. It was possible that the task had slipped the old Weyrleader’s mind. If that was the case, he’d have to go and find the Weyrleader of Dark Moon and explain the situation himself.

[Akki]

"Looks at this place Ebs, it's a disaster." Akki groaned, pushing her hair back with her hand as she gazed about. The hurricane had ripped everything apart, bits of pieces of who knows what was now littering the ground. Dark Moon had turned into a junkyard in one night, and it wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing. The hurricane had ripped whatever it could apart and threw it as far as it could it seemed, many things were overturned thanks to the strong winds.
I don't see why you would mind so much. I'm pretty sure our weyr is dirtier than this since you never pick up after yourself. Ebbeth said with a huff and a draconic smile as he nudged a piece of debris with his snout.
She frowned and elbowed the blue. "Our weyr is perfectly clean." She sniffed. It was a lie of course, she wasn't able to keep her attention on cleaning for very long unfortunately. Attention span and cleaning were some of her weaknesses, she was willing to admit it - well, sometimes she would admit it. She and Ebbeth had decided to scout out all the damage that had been done but she wasn't expecting it to be like this. She knew the candidate and weyrling barracks were flooded, storage rooms were now the temporary ones and she could see how easy it was for the barracks to be ruined.

Sand is sticking to me. I am wishing I stayed in the weyr now. The blue said as he wiggled his body, a futile attempt to get the wet sand off for it clung to him and seemed to grow everytime he took a step. He stopped his shaking and lowered his head, as if whispering into his riders ear. So when should we acknowledge those two? I do not believe they are from Dark Moon, correct?
She looked up from a piece of wood that she was kicking about, and cocked her head to the side. How did she miss the large bronze and the rider? She was paying too much attention to the wreck around her that she hadn't even heard the bellow from the bronze. That was slightly embarassing she couldn't help but think, wondering if she should get her eyes and ears checked. "I say we acknowledge them now. I do like my meeting with new people and we have seen enough wreckage for today, right?" She walked over, skirting and jumping around the obstacles that now littered the Weyrbowl. She stopped near the two, arms behind her back as she rocked on the balls of her feet.

"Are you lost or a couple of new kids?"

[Kino]

The day after the hatching, feast, and hurricane found Tanwen spending the candidates' and weyrlings' few days of break heading out of the Weyr and into the areas they were allowed in. She was wearing a pair of khaki-colored cloth pants that ended at her knees, and a plane golden-brown short-sleeved shirt. Her feet were bare, but there was a pair of wherry-hide shoes set off to the edge of the weyrbowl. Her hair was tied back with a strand of hide, except for her bangs and the few clumps that hung loosely on either side of her face. There had been a lot of frustration and disappointment the night before; partially because, yes, she had been hoping on impressing even if she hadn't gotten there very long before the hatching, but a lot of her annoyance this day had much to do with her dance partner the night before.

Another thing the dance last night had reminded her of, though, was how refreshing it was to go through the movements of that half-dance half-fight style that she'd learned so many years before. It wasn't that she'd completely stopped training at them, but almost the entire turn before she'd been searched her Uncle had been putting a lot of pressure on her in her glasscraft training. He'd kept insisting that she try to move up to journeywoman, and when she continued to decline he'd just piled more apprentice work on her as an incentive of some sort to make her move up. The only thing it'd accomplished was to get rid of most of her free time.

The weyrbowl had seemed a good enough place to go for a wide open space of solitude - and when she'd initially arrived, it had been. Tanwen was panting by now, continuously moving to follow through with her own momentum. She kicked at the sand underfoot and ran at the stone wall, when she got close she turned so that she was going at it diagonally, lurching forward off the ground and running a few steps along the surface before bending her knees and grazing the surface with her fingertips.

Before gravity had a chance to pull her down she followed her momentum and jumped off the wall, throwing her hands forward and pressing her palms against the ground. She followed her momentum into a handstand, bent at the elbows, and then threw herself feet-first as if moving into a flying-kick at an invisible opponent. She followed through the movement to land on her feet, bending her legs into a crouch and - as soon as one foot had hit the ground - swiping her other leg around into a sweeping, circular kick along the ground. A breath later she jumped back to her feet, sent another high kick into the air, turned, punched at the air, and stopped with one arm extended as a bellowing dragon burst into the sky above.

Tanwen looked suddenly up into the sky, breathing in a pant at this point from the activity, and let her arms fall down to her sides. She wasn't near the center of the Weyrbowl or otherwise in danger of being landed on, so she stood there and watched as the bronze dragon made his way down into the bowl. A moment later she heard someone call out, and noticed the bluerider - Akki, she thought - moving forward to great the bronze. Tanwen just remained where she was to finish catching her breath. She'd no idea who this guy was, but she needed a break anyway and was curious enough to stand by and watch.[/size]

[Ohjeez, sorry for all the movement description guys xD Got bored, I guess.]

[Ranuu]

Sure enough, someone came around to greet him. T’ran was surprised to see that it was a blue-rider, but thought nothing of it once she asked the question. It seemed that this Weyr would be a bit friendlier than Fort, where everyone focused on their job and left the greetings to the watchrider. Heh, he thought, more to himself than to Fallieth, she’s not bad looking. I’ve always been a fan of blondes.

Probably because you are one, T’ranmine, Fallieth replied in a ribbing tone, reminding his rider that the dragon was listening.

Remind me not to let you enjoy yourself later, T’ran retorted silently.

Of course, this conversation went by in under a second, traveling at the speed of thought and all of that jazz. Beyond this girl, standing all innocent-like in front of him, T’ran noticed another blonde, this one with a reddish coloring to her hair, panting in the background. Either he truly was that attractive, or she had been doing some strenuous exercising before he’d arrived.

The first option, definitely.

Looking back to the girl who’d approached him first, T’ran produced a large, winning smile and bowed in the style of ancient times. As he came back up, he spoke. “My lady, I am T’ran, and this is Fallieth. We were ordered here from Fort Weyr in hopes of reinforcing your dwindling supply of riders. Consider me a gift, a very valuable gift, and know that I will do all that is within my power to assist. I am quite honored to make your acquaintance.”

Very nicely done with the bow, T’ranmine, Fallieth said to his rider as he himself straightened up a bit to look his most majestic.

It was quite good, wasn’t it? T’ran replied. I was quite fond of it myself.

[Akki]

Akki stared at T'ran for a moment, an awkward pause ensuing as she did. "Did you know that you're actually quite pretty?" She blurted out without a second thought, something she did often unfortunately. She couldn't help it, but T'ran was rather pretty looking. Did males like being called pretty? Whoops, too late to worry about that now. She untucked her hair from behind her hair before grinning widely. She placed a hand on her hip, jutting it out slightly as the grin turned into her infamous crooked smile. "I can tell you right now T'ran, that I am no lady. So don't go getting your hopes up."

The idea of her being a lady was quite humorous actually. She was too blunt, loud and often crude to be considered a lady in her opinion. "I'm Akki, by the way. I'll consider you a reasonably priced gift until I see you in action, deal?" With G'han returning and the addition of T'ran, it seemed the amount of bronzes was beginning to grow once again. Which was perfect, Dark Moon was lacking a bit it seemed. She chewed the inside of her cheek before throwing him another smile, "Nice to meet you too kid." He was obviously older than her, but that didn't stop her from deeming him 'Kid'. Another bad habit of hers.

And I am Ebbeth The blue introduced himself, eyeing the rather stoic looking bronze beside him. He turned his head down to Akki and said to her quietly, I think my manliness is diminishing everytime I look at the bronze.
His rider snorted and rolled her eyes, I think you're very manly Ebbeth. Don't worry.

[Ranuu]

She thinks you’re quite pretty, T’ranmine, Fallieth transferred to his rider with no end to the amount of amusement in his ‘voice.’ He knew that T’ran was very self-conscious about his looks, and always did the most to make himself look good.

Somehow, I think I could have managed to figure that one out without you telling me.

“Why… thank you, I suppose, for the compliment,” T’ran said, recovering from being quite taken aback in a manner that he thought was quite successful. It could have been terrible, though. “I will accept for you to call me a reasonably-priced gift for now, if you accept me calling you Lady Akki until I see a reason not to. Deal?”

To the blue-dragon’s welcome, Fallieth sent back a response that was genuinely happy. After all, attention was being paid to him. And I am Fallieth. It is very nice to meet you, Ebbeth.

[Akki]

Akki laughed as she clasped her hands behind her head. "Oops, sorry. I guys don't want to hear that they are pretty. So change pretty to handsome, alright?" She apologized sheepishly with a smile. She hoped that her comment didn't offend the bronze rider. If he got mad and decided to go back from where he came from, Dark Moon would be down another rider. And Akki was willing to bet Christae wouldn't appreciate that and would probably smack her.

"Ha! Give me one sevenday and I'll give you plenty of reasons as to why you shouldn't call me a lady Mr. Reasonably priced gift." The blue rider promised with a laugh. The idea of anyone at Dark Moon considering her a lady was quite humorous. Anyone who ever considers her a proper lady soon realizes their mistake and changes their mind. She gave T'ran credit though, he was able to handle her personality almost right away with little to no hesitation.

Ebbeth gave the large bronze a polite nod, Nice to meet you too. He slightly wondered if he could puff himself up to look bigger. But what if Fallieth took that as a challenge and mauled him? Hmm, better stay small.

"Where are you two from anyways?" She asked as she looked to the side and noticed Tanwen. She flashed a smile to the girl, but wondered if she could see it from that distance.

[Ranuu]

Though T’ran wasn’t too off-put by the mixup of compliments, and being called ‘pretty,’ he did appreciate the girl in front of him changing it around to call him handsome. Of course, to an ego like his, that couldn’t do anything but help. “Why, I’ll take that as a compliment then. And you are quite pretty as well, if I do say so myself,” he replied, his smile turning more into a wry grin.

“A sevenday, you say?” he asked, though the questioning was unnecessary --Yes, T’ranmine, she did say a sevenday; I know that, Fallieth. It was a figure of speech.- he enjoyed repeating things. “Then I will do my best to prove myself a valuable asset to this Weyr in that amount of time as well. You have a challenge.” He was enjoying talking to this girl. If half the people at this Weyr were as fun as her, he could imagine appreciating the transfer more than he had at first glance.

I have never been to the Southern Continent before, Ebbeth, Fallieth said, finally relaxing and sitting back. First impression time was over, and everyone who cared to see him surely already had. Do you eat the cats here? I heard that the meat is stringy.

T’ran noticed as Akki looked toward the girl in the background. He wondered momentarily why she didn’t come closer, to talk to him, and then had a horrifying realization. Fallieth, he thought. Maybe she’s not into men.

I’m sure you can convert her if that’s the case, T’ranmine, Fallieth replied, only half paying attention.

It was comforting, to realize that he could change a girl’s sexuality just by talking to her. But there was something… something faintly familiar about the girl. Either the way she held herself, or the general look of her, something was ringing a bell in his head. And it wasn’t a wedding bell. More of a recognition bell. But it was probably nothing major… maybe he’d seen her in passing in a Hold somewhere. Probably Fort, considering how large it was. He’d make sure to ask her later, if she ever came up to him.

About that time, Akki’s question came around. Where he was from. “Oh, yes, of course. Fallieth and I are from Fort Weyr, up north. I’d ask you the same question, but I assume you’d tell me you’re from Dark Moon, unless you’ve been leading me on all this time.”

She hasn’t been untruthful, T’ranmine.

It was a playful joke, Fallieth.

[Akki]

Akki was a physical person, she always was and always had been. She never noticed if she was touching someone, it just happened without her thinking of it. This was a perfect example as she reached over to T'ran and swatted him playfully. "You're going to give me a big head T'ran. And truth be told, people have already been telling me that I have a big one. So really, you're just making it worse." She wasn't really used to compliments, especially when they were from people she had just met. She also received some of those comments that you weren't sure were an insult or compliment, such as 'You would look good if you lost some weight'. Those ones she never knew how to reply too, whether with a thank you or a fist shake.

"I will enjoy this challenge. And I will warn you beforehand T'ran - I have no intentions of losing. So I might even start a fist fight with someone just to prove how unladylike I am." She said with an affirmative nod and pantomined a few punches. Wait, did she really want to prove that she was not ladylike? Ah, too late now.

The felines? Ebbeth repeating before grinning draconically. Actually, we had a hunt for them just a while back. There was a herd that was getting out of control. They tasted...different. I'm not sure if they are my favorite. He admitted. They weren't all that stringy, but the taste was different - something he was not used to.

"Fort Weyr? I've been there a few times, it's a pretty big place." She grinned remembering the few times she visited. Truth was she rarely left Dark Moon so it was easy to recall where she visited when she did leave on occasion. "Haha, yeah, you caught me. I'm from Dark Moon, normally from a small Hold but was searched. Been here ever since. My life story is lacking a bit, right?"

[Ranuu]

“Hey,” T’ran replied to the playful push and the slightly bashful-sounding comment, “if the situation warrants for a big head, then who am I to stop it? I’m just calling it like I see it. I’m a firm believer in delivering compliments where they are deserved.”

“Well,” he continued about the challenge he had issued. “I’m sure that if you want to win that badly, you probably will, but know that I won’t give up until it’s over. Also, I certainly hope that you wouldn’t start a fight with me. I’m afraid I’d be utterly helpless. The obvious strength of you is utterly terrifying. I’m literally shaking in my boots right now.”

I will have to try it sometime, then. Sometimes, when dragons from this continent would visit Fort Weyr, they would speak to some of my kin about it. I was interested. What other interesting things do you do down here? Naturally, to fit in was to gain attention, and that was what Fallieth was usually most interested in.

“You’ve been to Fort Weyr?” T’ran asked. “I’m afraid that it’s hard for me to believe that someone like you could have been there without me seeing you. When did you go?” In the back of his mind, T’ran knew that he was getting off track, and that he really should be introducing himself to the Weyrleader, but he was almost fascinated by this girl’s magnetism. She must have a lot of friends. There was just something fun about her. “And no story is lacking. You just have to know how to tell it.”

[Kino]

[all right, enough conversation for Tanwen to have listened for awhile xP]

Tanwen had stood there catching her breath while the bronzrider and Akki talked it up. Because of the way the Bowl was shaped, and how empty it was, she could hear them just fine. Every pompous word that the bronzerider spoke, actually. She was half surprised a few moments after they'd started talking when she found herself glaring at him, and she shifted her gaze down to her hands - which had clenched back into fists.

"Figures," she muttered, not really all that surprised that the new Bronzerider Dark Moon seemed to have picked up would be a stuck up full-of-himself man. If the world was kind, this guy would at least be amusing half of the time, as L'der often could. Even with that thought she felt her frustration rising again. Tanwen decided she really, really didn't like this guy. It wasn't even that he was just annoying and full of himself in the way L'der was; just from what she'd seen here of this bronzerider, she really hated him.

Tanwen let out a short growl under her breath, lifting her foot and turning quickly to kick at the air. It figured. She'd finally gotten the frustration of the past night out of her system, and then this guy shows up. Deciding to ignore the two now, she went back into her movements of kicking, punching, leaping, and other such things.

[Didn't feel like describing it all this time xD IMAGINE.]

[Akki]

"You know T'ran." She started, tapping her foot on the ground as she crossed her arms across her chest. "I truly believe this is the start of a very beautiful friendship. Feel free to agree." She paused, letting her arms fall to her side. "If you disagree though, feel free to scoop some sand up and throw it into my eyes. It's a good chance to run away." She added, pantomiming the actions as she said it. Mind you, she'd really rather keep her eyes sand-less.

She took a step back, hands in the air. "I promise not to fight you. I have to give newcomers at least a sevenday from when they first arrive until when I can fight them. It's a personal rule of mine, see?" She had to wonder how many people she had fought at Dark Moon. She couldn't recall many, except for the stranger at the hatching feast a long time ago. But he deserved that. Other than that though, she thought she was pretty good at not fighting people.

I'm not entirely sure what we do that differs from Fort Weyr to be honest. We do the normal stuff but most dragons can be found at the lake when we can find time to relax. Ebbeth informed Fallieth. He never really thought much about what the dragons here did, it was just normal for him. What happens in Fort Weyr? The blue asked with curiousity. He had never been there long enough to meet other dragons really.

"I've never stayed there for long." She admitted with a grin. "Just a quick drop by, it's different from Dark Moon so I always wanted to go see it. I haven't visited in a while." She leaned in towards him, "I don't leave Dark Moon much. It's pretty fun here." She leaned back and laughed loudly, "I'm not so good at telling stories unfortunately. I get confused and distracted easily." Even now as she spoke, she was staring at Tanwen - already getting rather distracted. "Gosh, I don't think I've exercised that hard. I think she may be making me look bad without realizing it!"

[Ranuu]

You will not be scooping sand up and throwing it into her eyes, will you, T’ranmine? As always, Fallieth was brilliant with his deducing of his rider’s future actions. Letting his eyes only deliver an exasperated look for a moment, T’ran was quickly back onto the subject of Akki and her interesting way of offering friendship. Of course, he didn’t mean to scoop any sand up… and not just for the reason that it always stuck to his hands and made them gritty, which was annoying for a good ten to fifteen minutes afterward. “I do, in fact, feel quite free agreeing with that sentiment, Akki. You have no need to fear sand appearing in your eyes,” he replied, grinning one of those winning grins that he was so infamous for back at Fort.

“Good, good,” he continued on to the subject of fighting. “I always find it best not to get into fights with people I don’t care to fight. Not to mention that fighting me for the sake of winning is not really winning at all, but just proving your lady status by showing your competitive nature to win. And you wouldn’t want to lose for such a silly reason, I’m quite sure.” His wink surely said it all.

Fort Weyr is utterly boring, Fallieth replied, remembering back to the stone parapets, the perfect corners cut into everything. And nobody knew how it happened. If the mysteries that it held were solvable, I’m sure that it would have been much more fun for T’ranmine and myself to stay amused. As it were, the other dragons would speak of how clean their weyrs were… I want to do something.

“That’s apparent,” the bronze rider replied, still having no recollection of ever meeting the girl in front of him before now. “Then again, seeing as how, eh, friendly,” --he nodded in the direction of the girl kicking and punching ferociously at the air to prove his sarcasm- “everyone seems, I’m not surprised that you don’t leave more often. After all, if Fort weren’t a bunch of old-timers chatting about the glory days, when the Weyr was popular with the people, I might have stayed there as well.

“But, then,” he continued, his grin settling into more of one that would accompany satisfaction, “I’ve yet to regret volunteering for the transfer so far.”

The girl exercising was finally brought up, so T’ran didn’t feel so awkward asking about her. “I could see her glaring at me for some time while you and I were talking,” he continued in a lowered voice, hoping that the distant girl couldn’t hear him. The Bowls were designed to carry sound, so he wasn’t sure on the success of his attempt. “Is there something about me that you can see that she would outright hate? Because I have no memory of ever meeting her… or any girl,” he continued back in his normal voice, “that exercised quite that much. Just so you know, by the way, she's not making you look bad. She's just showing me that you don't have to exercise like that.”

Actually, T'ranmine, if you exercised like that, you might have been in better shape to withstand the force of that woman's slap at the Hold that one day. What was her name again?

Her name was Emily, Fallieth, and thank you for reminding me.

((Yay =D finally, a not-sucky post on my behalf.))

[Kino]

This wasn't working.

Turning in another side kick, Tanwen brought her foot down into the sand, sending a spray of sand out to that side. She let her arms fall down to either side and stood panting, staring at the ground once more. Maybe it was just that she spent a lot of her life listening to people from the back areas of the fires at the glass craft that she was able to pick up on the lowered-voice comments of the bronze rider, but she'd heard them either way. The whole point of her going through these movements was to vent frustration, and now with that guy there the point was completely lost. The more she stood in there, the angrier she got. And the worst part was that she had no idea why she hated this guy so much, she only knew - without a doubt - that she did.

After taking a few moments to catch her breath, she lifted her head up, set her shoulders, and turned to walk towards the entrance into the Weyr from the weyrbowl. Akki and this bronzrider seemed to be hitting it off fairly well; she might as well let them have the bowl to talk to each other. Then he would go off to talk to the weyrwoman and with any luck she wouldn't see him again, or at least not for awhile. She was a candidate; the only rider she regularly came in contact with was the candidate master. Even as a weyrling she wouldn't be seeing too many riders. If she put her mind to it, she mightn't have to see the bronzerider's face for turns. Maybe by then she'll have figured out what about this guy ticked her off so much.

[Bla bla, not much of a post, but just starting her walking out xD]

[Akki]

"Does this make your first friend from Dark Moon?" She asked rather excitedly. She couldn't help it, she loved meeting new people and making friends. She was probably being a distraction, T'ran probably wanted to go greet the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader but she couldn't help it. She liked talking and it was hard for her to stop when she started up. Call it a disease if you must. She wrapped strands of hair around her finger and stared at T'ran before laughing loudly. "T'ran, I honestly don't know what you said. It was either fighting you ruins or makes my lady status. I won't find out though, you seem to fun to start pummeling." She promised, lightly patting his cheek with a grin on her face.

Well, welcome to Dark Moon then. Where our weyrs are always dirty! At least mine is anyways. But it's not my mess, I promise. The blue swore. He wasn't the slob in that weyr, oh no. That would be a certain girl, not him. If you're a neat freak, you may not belong at Dark Moon though. Ebbeth sniffed, teasing the new dragon.

"I promise T'ran, we don't go around beating the newcomers." Akki said with a grin as he noticed how 'friendly' Tanwen seemed at this moment. She rubbed the back of her neck with a crooked grin on her face and admitted, "I probably should get out more often." Part of her wondered that if she left, if she would come back to Dark Moon. She laughed loudly, "Come on T'ran. Old people can't be all that bad."

She scratched at her ear, frowning slightly as she examined T'ran. "Nope, I can see nothing that she would hate. I don't understand." She shrugged non-chalantly. Maybe Tanwen didn't like bronze riders? "I won't lie to you T'ran. I don't think I could exercise like that. I'd probably break something." She said with a snort, wondering briefly how high she could kick. She'd better not try. She watched Tanwen begin to walk off and elbowed T'ran slight, "I can find out why she's glaring at you though."

Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouted across the Weyrbowl to the girl. "Tanwen! Over here!"

[Ranuu]

At the girl’s response, T’ran became shocked. He didn’t have any friends at Dark Moon before her! Why, this was a travesty to the Weyr. “You are!” he said in response, the surprise evident on his face. “I have no idea how Dark Moon got along until now without a friend to T’ran-”
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And Fallieth.
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“-and Fallieth!

“Well,” he continued, collecting himself and becoming the very picture of composure again. “Everything’s right with the world again. Now that we’re friends, I’m sure this place is saved. And don’t worry about what I said,” his smile became disarming, “I’m afraid I say things in odd ways sometimes. I don’t even understand it entirely.”

I understood what you said, T’ranmine, Fallieth chimed in. Yes, I realize that, and I know what I said as well, but I can’t be helping her in a contest, my friend. I would lose, and you know that cannot happen. It most surely cannot.

As the dragon turned his attentions back to Ebbeth, his demeanor became more jovial, as opposed to the obvious point-outs he plagued his rider with. You need not worry about that. I am not fond of clean Weyrs, but T’ranmine insists on keeping it in order so that he can impress the leaders. I fear that T’ranmine is obsessed with his appearance to others.

Fallieth was starting to like Ebbeth. Though the blue wasn’t as large as him, or as good-looking --in Fallieth’s opinion, anyway- he was friendly and seemed to be interested in the bronze’s thoughts. Not that Fallieth had ever met a dragon that wasn’t interested in him, but Ebbeth got points for being the first one at Dark Moon to appreciate him. Good going.

“I’m afraid you don’t know how annoying they can get,” T’ran continued in response to the girl’s response to his comment about Fort’s other riders. “It’s fun for a while, and you can learn a lot from older riders, but when they just retell the same old legends about Thread again and again, you tend to get bored.”

T’ranmine, Fallieth warned, his eye colors turning a bit warmer than they were before, the scary girl was just invited over. Should I get ready to take off?

Plan on it, T’ran replied, his eyes betraying the fear he felt for that scary, karate-kicking girl who could possibly annihilate him with one hand tied behind her back. If I say the phrase ‘Toodle pip’ to her, immediately grab onto the back of my shirt and take off. I don’t want to risk dying.

[Kino]

When she heard her name called across the weyrbowl Tanwen stopped, heaved a very large sigh, and then turned around to look back at the two riders. She was holding her shoes by the laces over one shoulder, and her other free hand was hanging down by her side; she flexed and unflexed her fingers a few times, sighed again, and then walked towards them. She wasn't exactly very social, but she wasn't stupid; if a rider calls a candidate, they're supposed to listen. It wasn't as though she had a problem with Akki anyway. Just the dimglow she was talking to.

"Yeah?" she said when she reached them, shifting her weight onto one foot and dropping her shoes onto the ground next to her feet. While she waited for their response she lifted one foot to slip into a shoe, and then did the same with the other. Didn't bother tying them just yet though, she instead folded her arms across her chest and looked between Akki and the bronzerider. Tanwen blinked at the expression on the blonde guy's face, lifting an eyebrow at how downright scared he looked. The corner of her mouth actually quirked into the barest hint of a smile at that; not a friendly 'how are you' smile, mind, but rather more of a satisfied smile at the fact that whoever this guy was, and whatever reason she hated him (she really had to decide on a reason), he was scared of her. That at least meant that with all his pompous attitude, he wouldn't be flirting with her the same way he had with Akki.

[Akki]

She grinned, "The Weyr was in shambles without you dear T'ran and Fallieth." She exclaimed dramatically, fanning her face with her hand as if she was a damsel in distress. She had the feeling that T'ran was a bit full of himself, but she supposed that was natural. He was a bronze rider after all - oops, was she being a bit stereotypical towards bronze riders? Oh well, too late to worry about that now. Besides, with or without his ego Akki was glad that she had befriended him. It was one more person to hunt down if she ever got bored and wanted something to do. "T'ran, this is why we are friends. I don't understand some of the things I say too." She replied, casting the bronzerider a rather flirtatious wink. Oh dear, was her boundary line blurring again?

Your rider is obsessed with his looks while mine is not obsessed enough. Ebbeth mused with a draconic grin. Unlike her, I care about my looks. Perhaps I'm a bronze in blue hide. He contemplated. It would be interesting with Fallieth around. All though Ebbeth was not the largest or most important dragon at Dark Moon, he still considered it to be his Weyr. Well, not just his. His and his cluth brothers and sisters, they were the original dragons at Dark Moon now. The rest had dissapeared.

"I haven't heard many legends about Thread." She admitted. She heard some, but just the basic ones that everyone knew. She had not heard any interesting tales, right from an elders mouth as they told their tale. She wanted to hear about people fighting the silver Thread, what the adrenaline rush was like. It was one of those things you wanted to try out, but also you didn't want to try it. It was complicated.

She happily turned to Tanwen, "I wanted you to meet the new guy." She explained simply, nodding her head towards T'ran. "We need to be welcoming and all that." She said rather happily. Was T'ran feeling threatened by Tanwen? Too late to think about that now, the girl was already here. Akki was almost immune to awkward situations, they didn't affect her. She was blissfully ignorant.

[Ranuu]

By the look she is giving you, T’ranmine, there is a 76% possibility that she is not attracted to men, and a 98% probability that she will try to harm you in some way.

Thank you for that, Fallieth. I think I can fix the first part, but I don’t even know why she hates me for the second. You couldn’t, I don’t know, eat her or anything, could you? That would solve a lot of problems for me.

Dragons cannot harm humans, T’ranmine. You know that already.

I was hoping you’d forgotten, dear friend.

Akki had probably made the wrong comment, even in melodrama, for T’ran’s ego. He practically swelled with amusement as she humored him, and he always liked people who humored him. This was definitely a beneficial friendship in both directions. “My dear, there is no reason to fret anymore, now that T’ran and Fallieth are here. We shall have this place back to snuff within the week! And then I will be an invaluable asset, instead of a moderately priced gift.”

Oh-ho, that wink had been a flirt, he knew it. “Perhaps,” he said back, grinning in a very flirtatious way as well, “we could help each other understand what we’re saying later on.”

Oh dear, the bronze said to his new blue friend. I am afraid that T’ranmine may be picturing some very indecent things happening in the future.

It was about this time that the other girl walked up. Shards, she filled the bronze rider with some sort of petrifying fear. He wasn’t even sure he could say toodle pip.

In that one word response, Tanwen had shaken T’ran. She had increased her intimidation factor -she really didn’t seem to like him, and he couldn’t figure out why- and she had proven that she was, despite it all, quite attractive. If he wasn’t so terrified of the figure standing before him, T’ran might take the option to flirt with her as well. But his arm would probably end up broken in that scenario.

It would be best if your arm were not broken, T’ranmine.

Thank you for your concern.

Before responding to the girl, Akki had finished up the other conversation with T’ran, however. “Oh yes, some of the legends of the Thread are very interesting, if not utterly ridiculous,” he said. “I will tell you some of them later. Did you know I was raised in the Harper Hall? They had some great ballads about the Thread as well.”

To the scary girl, he merely smiled and waved. “Greetings to you. My my,” he couldn’t stop himself, “there are many pretty girls here at Dark Moon, aren’t there? Why couldn’t we have had some of you at Fort?”

Too late, Fallieth chimed in. You probably should not have said that, T’ranmine.

[Kino]

"Oh, of course," she said to Akki, her tone (to anyone who knew her well enough) likely indicating that she seemed to be taking a different route to her usual demeaner. Anyone not listening closely would think her tone may have even been freindly, and she even turned a smile in the bronzerider's direction. Though it may have been the largest smile she'd given anyone at the weyr (except perhaps Z'ayr, but he was quite the exception), it certanly was the least friendly. Somewhat laced with the venom of one hundred thousand tunnel snakes.

Before she'd been able to say much else to the bronzerider, he'd spoken up again. She raised her eyebrows at his bravery; a flirt, even despite the terror in his eyes. Nobody had ever been afraid of Tanwen before. She was finding that she rather liked it, at least in this situation. "Well," she said in reply to him, and her smile was gone once more, her expression back to it's usual neutral state. "That's probably because they were all avoiding you." She lifted an eyebrow and looked him over once, as if regaurding some mishapen creature. "I can't say I much blame them." She turned her gaze back to him. "My name's Tanwen, by the way."