Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Sept 20, 2009 20:38:53 GMT -5
"Umm...I don't think it's on purpose. I mean, it's R'wign. He works when something's on his mind. Which is...pretty much always." R'wign probably didn't realize M'ta had noticed those quirks of his, but you didn't live with someone as long as he'd lived with R'wign - off and on though it might have been - without noticing a few things. Like the fact that the healer was terrible about remembering to eat on a good day. Thus the reason M'ta had taken to visiting the infirmary regularly with food ever since R'wign went back on shift. He'd had that problem when he first got here, but not so much anymore. He still didn't eat a lot, as he wasn't a large person, but no one would scold him for his appetite.
M'ta smirked slightly at her comment. Yes, it was a definite smirk, and the brattiness came out right after, on cue. "Yes. People have two ears." Had she been R'wign, he might have added, 'Did you learn that in your anatomy classes?' but she was spared the full brunt of his sarcasm. The smile faded, M'ta cocking his head to one side. "Mmm. I'm sure R'wign has some lying around somewhere. He's got all kinds of strange jars filled with noxious smelling nastiness."
Swinging up onto the rock, he poked her lightly in the arm. "And why would you? You've got two brownrider slaves to help you out if you need it. The creche is unnecessary." Jingth may have stopped batting that word around, but M'ta found it too amusing - in retrospect - to forget. "Yeah, it can be a little busy at times. But there really aren't that many people having kids around here...at least who don't foster out to the holds or something. You. K'lir. Ciara. S'rei. Aliscia." He paused. "Oh, Savitri. Um. Yeah. I think that's pretty much it? Not too many given how large this place is, and not all of the kids are in the creche at any one time."
Clearly, he'd spent more time there than most realized, if he knew all the parents.
The little salamandyr took the suggestion immediately, scurrying up before he could be knocked off and nestling behind the knot of muscle that was her wing. Behruth turned his side into the water, growling playfully at the smaller dragon. (Not for long, but he was enjoying the time she was still smaller than him and refused to admit that would ever change.) And here I just took the trouble of helping get you clean, little queen. Now you've got mud on you. Only a little fleck, but that was more than enough excuse. He reared and came down, sending a good amount of water streaming her way. Much better, came the cheerful comment.
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Sept 21, 2009 18:50:04 GMT -5
“I’ll try and make him eat…” The promise wasn’t very hopeful, truth be told; Meira didn’t really see exactly how she’d make the brownrider eat without following him around and flailing at him, especially if M’ta was already bringing food and…having it ignored. Meira didn’t want to come off as being an annoyance, especially not to R’wign. “Have you tried pie…?” Because pie would work, of course; she hadn’t forgotten the stack of empty pie tins when R’wign had Impressed Crash and it wasn’t like the Healer’s…addiction to pie…was any secret. “And…um, when can I expect to have to trail around after him demanding he eat…?” Yeah. Definitely refining that plan. How, she didn’t know – she just knew that there was no way she’d just follow R’wign around and wave her arms without feeling downright stupid – and it didn’t help that the brownrider was older than her by…three? Turns; Meira had never liked fussing at anyone, let alone those who were her elders.
Her nose crinkled slightly at M’ta’s comment, and the goldweyrling sniffed slightly, though there was no real haughtiness behind the slight lift of her chin before she half-turned to look at M’ta again. “What I meant,” and though the emphasis was there, the indignation was not, “was not to let it get infected – but yes, R’wign would have half an Infirmary in his weyr…” Although that really was kind of hypocritical; the room she occupied in the Weyrling Barracks had its fair share of bandages, disinfectants, and so on too. Originally, it hadn’t, but since Riaren had moved in, she’d added a good deal – just in case something happened and Riaren needed it. The baby didn’t seem to be accident-prone, but that wasn’t saying a good deal seeing as he’d been alive only a month and wasn’t on his feet yet.
“Slaves that can talk back…” Meira half-glanced at Jingth; the gold hatchling really did consider most of the dragons and Theirs as ‘slaves’. Oh, she was fond of their company, but make no mistake; they belonged to her and therefore were slaves, right? At least she was diplomatic enough not to go around calling dragons and Theirs ‘her slaves’ after Meira had explained that it could be perceived as an insult. The not-so-helpful response she’d initially received was ‘but it’s true’. “And I don’t know if Jingth will share or not anyway…” Actually, the gold had also claimed Riaren as ‘her hatchling’ – ‘her clutch’, and that Meira had allowed; it was cute, the level of affection Jingth held for Riaren, even if Meira was consciously aware it was little more than a mirror of her own adoration for the baby; had she not loved Riaren so much, likely Jingth would have viewed him as a possession and little more than that.
“Kaegan, too,” the weyrlingrider added, glancing sideways at M’ta curiously; she couldn’t have listed all of the people with children. Savitri, K’lir, and Kaegan, she knew – but that was about it. “Kai’s younger than Riaren is, though…” Not by much, but still younger.
Another splash. Jingth ducked, throwing up the wing that was not being used as a hiding place by PMS to shield the salamandyr further; the first transparent lid closed over her eyes as the water splashed over her and the gold ducked her head instinctively, shaking her head and spraying water across the ground again before she flipped her tail playfully, sending a tiny spurt of water at the brown. You needn’t worry so about me, ‘ruthmine, she commented sweetly. After all, I’m mostly clean anyway and you certainly /aren’t/; you need a bath much more than I do, don’t you? /I/ think you do… Because her word was law, of course. The hatchling would have flopped directly into the center of the River to send up the biggest splash she could manage at Behruth had she not had PMS to worry about; the last thing she wanted was to drown the Salamandyr. She liked him (and she’d also claimed him as the only nice Salamandyr there was). She settled for flopping onto her belly into the shallows and using her tail to spray water at the brown instead; it served the purpose just fine.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Sept 23, 2009 21:29:06 GMT -5
"Just reminding him would probably be enough. As I said, I don't think he does it on purpose," M'ta responded mildly, already beginning to regret having mentioned it to her. R'wign didn't really need to be badgered about it. He was just forgetful. Oh well. What was done was done. It wasn't really his business, how the two interacted with one another, particularly out of his sight. The brownrider couldn't help but smile a little at the thought of throwing pies at the healer. Yes, that would probably work, but it wasn't at all healthy. And R'wign wasn't nearly as active as he probably should be, given how busy the man was. He needed to be watching what he ate so he didn't get sick too regularly. With such bad breathing problems, that could well be disastrous.
He cocked a brow at the girl. "Considering that's more than most people have, I think you can put up with a little snarking. It would be unbearably boring if we were just obedient, silent slaves, wouldn't it?" he questioned teasingly, half-sprawling across the stone and clearly enjoying the warmth of the sunlight. After all, it was drying out his clothes, which could leave you a little chilled even in this weather, strange as that was to fathom.
Glancing up at her, he wrinkled his nose. Subconsciously leaving the woman he'd vomitted on out? Of course not! "Ah. Right. And Kaegan." Admittedly, he hadn't been in the creche recently enough to see the newest of Selenitas's babes, but she likely hadn't taken the kid there yet, anyway. Kaegan didn't really do anything, after all. She had plenty of time to look after an infant while pretending to lead the Weyr. Ka'rys was pretty much the one doing all the work...and possibly the other wingleaders. Maybe Savitri a little. He didn't really care, as long as things were still running fairly smoothly and he didn't have a bunch of northerners trying to gut him and the other riders around here.
"Just let her claim the entire creche. That should make her happy." M'ta smiled to ease the bite behind the words. Really, he liked Jingth, mostly. It was the fact that she was a gold that he didn't like so much, seeing as how that put Meira - and R'wign by extension - in more danger. And because Behruth seemed to absolutely adore her. He wasn't really worried about anything coming of that, given Behruth wasn't shiny and he was far too small to really challenge bronzes anyway, but M'ta would bet that he'd chase her. And the other gold dragons, too. It would be better if Behruth didn't look at a glowing dragon and immediately think shiny.
P.M.S. was making little happy sounds that were markedly close to squeals, clinging to her and enjoying this game. He was connected to Behruth through M'ta, so it was almost as if he was having a splash war with himself - in which he didn't get wet. The best of all worlds!
The brown was hardly unaffected by the joyful little mind bubbling in his. He twitched to one side, arching his neck playfully in challenge. She'd missed, silly gold. Then Behruth jerked back at her flop, shaking out the water with a flare of beautifully gleaming wings. He was a rather pretty creature, shiny even if he wasn't metallic, like carefully polished wood. Having a damp hide only increased that effect. The larger dragon pounced forward, jumping for the aggravating tail that was winning their splash war. (Mostly because he didn't want to drown P.M.S. either, or he might have tried dunking the weyrling instead.) Jingth queen, this is my normal color...I'm not dirty!
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Post by Avu on Sept 24, 2009 19:43:24 GMT -5
“When?” One word question, which was, after a second, elaborated on: “Like, lunchtime – noon? Or when?” Hmm. She still kind of liked the pie idea, if just as temptation. Like: ‘If you eat this, then you can have pie’ or something. Bribery! Too bad bribery was bad – and, on a much more random note, were pies hereditary? The thought of Riaren scarfing down pies was amusing enough to make Meira half-smile before she bowed her head slightly, pushing the thought away for Jingth’s sake; the gold hatchling didn’t like how often the baby intruded upon her thoughts, especially when she had a perfectly good reason for Riaren not to be. Company and Weyrling Lessons both counted as these situations.
Her smile was quirky, but amused nonetheless before she shifted, dropping her legs to sit cross-legged instead, a decidedly more comfortable position, bracing her elbows against her knees. “Friends are the ones that are allowed to snark,” she corrected softly. “Slaves are supposed to be silent and obedient; didn’t Jingth tell you that?” Not that Jingth would actually tell anyone anything; she’d never bespoken anyone else except for that once when R’wign had stopped breathing when he’d been sick, and that was more out of necessity than because she was actually fond enough of M’ta to do it on a regular basis. The queen certainly was too vain to go around chattering to anybody who wanted to listen; she stubbornly refused to do so unless something happened where she thought it was necessary. Other peoples’ opinions? Not worth it, unless they were Hers or those she had claimed, and the latter was debatable.
“Kai’s really cute…” The observation was more absentminded than anything else; Meira didn’t really know Kaegan very well, but she’d still been in the Infirmary when Kai had been born and she had seen the baby, and he was cute. Riaren was cuter, of course – though Kai was more the stereotypical baby, with blonde hair and blue eyes, while Riaren had very dark hair and startlingly green eyes. But then, she was biased, wasn’t she? “Mm, it’d make her happier if she could pick which people to enslave” – a crinkle of her nose indicated her thoughts on the use of said word – “she’s pickier than you’d think. Apparently it’s an honor to be…um, enslaved, claimed…?” Did she mean R’wign should be honored that Jingth had seen him originally as not a person but a couch? Noooo, of course not.
Jingth’s amused croon was undeniably playful; the gold sprang forward, awkwardly splaying out one wing to keep herself as balanced as she could. She would have loved to throw out both wings, instinctively, but that instinct was kept in check as not to send PMS flying; the blue’s excited sounds were very much audible and it amused her as much as the water-war did. A conspicuous lack of dignity, every movement of the queen’s, but Jingth had never really cared how dignified she looked – and she still was a hatchling, after all. Behruth’s comment made Jingth draw herself up, flipping her tail sideways tauntingly. Is that so? Well then we must fix it. We can’t have people thinking you’re muddy, the gold declared, nodding firmly – though Behruth looked just fine to her, he did. We will make sure you do not loose your shiny and paint you purple. But we must make you clean first – her tail flicked sideways again – Or else the paint will look odd. The water was slapped towards the brown, and then Jingth scrambled sideways to drop her body behind a nearby rock near the edge of the river. Couldn’t get her now!
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Sept 27, 2009 21:28:28 GMT -5
"Yeah, that's usually when I stop by," he responded easily. Though he thought that R'wign was probably eating then. Hopefully. If M'ta found out he wasn't, he was going to get griped at. The short brownrider was already badgering him as often as possible to eat during other times, because the healer was much, much too skinny. The threat to use R'wign's ribs as a washboard certainly wasn't an idle one. No, the older of the two Tidal brownriders didn't have a build like M'ta's, and would always seem a bit on the slight end, but he was still fairly strong and this wasted look bothered M'ta.
The man shifted slightly to give Meira a bit more room, glancing at her with an amused expression. "Then I guess I'll just cash in on my former status...unless you've always seen me as a slave and have been harboring a secret golden arrogance in there somewhere?" His tone made it clear he thought that rather ridiculous. He did pause to regard her curiously, however. Behruth was, outwardly, a good deal different from M'ta. Sometimes. But there were enough glaring similarities that he just had to wonder. "What is it that attracts golds to you, Meira? I think you've been holding out on us."
M'ta glanced over at Jingth for a moment, brow furrowed. It was true he didn't tend to give golds much consideration - a lingering bias that didn't extend to Meira for obvious reasons, but Jingth hadn't escaped, despite Behruth's obvious enjoyment of her. Thinking about it, though, he realized that the gold really didn't seem to claim all dragons as she did Behruth and Checkoth. An honor to be enslaved. Interesting concept. He would term it 'chosen,' if it was anyone but a gold performing the action. "Behruth certainly doesn't mind," M'ta responded dryly. "But he loves everything. Especially anything young, naive, or cheerful. Or playful." Which really didn't explain M'ta much, but...eh. Some things couldn't be explained.
Oh, he'd missed! A playful growl issued from his throat. The male prodded his little bonded - and yes, even he had to admit that P.M.S. was more his than that of his rider's - making a suggestion that the cheerful blue was all too willing to take. Ruth leapt up onto the rock above Jingth, wings outspread, and P.M.S. suddenly bounded up the gold's snout, jumping onto the rock, skittering up Behruth's leg and down the tail that whipped to one side so he could curl up safely on a nearby rock and watch the festivities. At the same time, the brown let his wings fall, the water weighing them down splashing in two large streams over his young playmate. You shouldn't play with me...it gets you all muddy, too, and then I have to give you a shower, the brown returned cheerfully.
Do we have to paint me purple, though?
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Post by Avu on Sept 27, 2009 23:23:09 GMT -5
Noon she could do. Meira nodded in acknowledgement, agreeably, before she chuckled at the idea presented next. Because, yes, of course she was ridiculously arrogant. Her head bowed slightly, an almost instinctive response to hide the amused smile, before she tilted her head, one hand rising to pull her hair over her shoulder and out of her face. “Don’t worry; it’s Jingth’s fault, blame her…” The idea of replacing ‘friends’ with ‘slaves’ had never honestly occurred to her before Jingth had come, but the gold made it sound so matter-of-fact that Meira had been torn between amusement and despair; Jingth didn’t understand why slaves couldn’t serve just as well, if not more loyally, than a friend could. Hard enough to convince her not to call them ‘slaves’ outright. Progress had been made! Her playfulness faded at the more serious question that followed, though, and Meira turned to glance curiously at M’ta before she dropped her chin onto interlaced fingers again, staring momentarily at Jingth and Behruth just in time to see the gold get completely drenched. No need for bath now…
“I don’t know,” was the final answer after a second of hesitation; the three simple words were quiet, honest; her eyes flickered away from the hatchling and towards M’ta. “Sometimes I don’t think I should’ve Impressed either – Jingth or Zesa.” That she could say the firelizard queen’s name without cringing outwardly marked how much Jingth’s presence had helped. The first few days Meira couldn’t stand even looking at Ellie or at the whers (fortunately not a common sight since she’d switched her sleeping pattern almost immediately, but that had actually been an attempt to avoid seeing them to begin with), much less mention the names of firelizard and wher. “I’ve asked Jingth why, before,” she added, and then shrugged. “It’s what they call draconic logic, I guess, the answers I’ve gotten.” The first answer she’d gotten had been a matter-of-fact ’because you’re Mine’. The most precise had been ‘because you fit’, which still wasn’t exactly a helpful statement.
“’ruth’s adorable,” Meira replied; the words came almost instantly, without hesitation. Because the brown really was adorable – he and Checkoth both. “He – he’s also going to get painted – purple…” she added, the note of curiosity in her voice very much audible as she blinked at the pair before her gaze flickered back to the brown (soon to be purple!) rider and she echoed – “Naïve, playful – explains why he Chose you, doesn’t it?” The soft teasing wasn’t intended to be insulting at all, though it amused her to hear those words applied (if indirectly) to Jingth. Young, playful, maybe. Cheerful? Only sometimes; she was usually more concerned about trying to make LoveHers cheerful when they were alone. Naïve? Meira didn’t think so. Naïve wasn’t a word she’d use to describe the gold, even if it suited some of her clutchsiblings. Speaking of – “Has he met any of the other Weyrlings? Most of them seem really sweet…” From what she’d seen, they were, though Jingth had been the one interacting the most among the new Weyrlings of the pair; she…didn’t have the time to.
Jingth looked up at Behruth, still semi-crouched, before she slunk backwards a step so she wasn’t directly beneath the brown before she gave a low mrrrrr sound; the noise was more feline than it was draconic, but the gold didn’t seem to notice. Now, if she could just get him back a few more feet…her hind foot stretched backwards carefully, feeling for the underwater rocks, and she made to step backwards before PMS moved and the queen offered a startled squeak, sticking out her muzzle to allow the blue to scamper off to safety. Oh, that meant…and, as expected, water poured on top of her; Jingth ducked, both wings splaying outwards, before she shook vigorously. PMS’s leaving, though, had opened up an entirely new set of options, and Jingth mischievously squirted a mouthful of water at the brown before she crawled onto her own rock, facing the brown for a second before she flopped bodily into the river; both wings stretched to produce the biggest splash she could. Certainly we must paint you purple, Jingth informed him cheerily, allowing herself to float, claws barely scraping the bottom. If we did not, then there would be no purple dragons. And why did they need purple dragons? Answer: They didn’t.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Sept 29, 2009 23:24:25 GMT -5
He hadn't really been thinking, had he? Bad topic to bring up, what with Zesa gone. He wasn't sure how the flit had left, but he knew that Jabari was still a sore point for him, and he'd suspected...pretty much since he'd awoken. The brown had clung to him initially, yes, but the sadness was always there. (Part of M'ta was still rather bitter that apparently he wasn't enough to keep the brown here. It wasn't an easy abandonment to stomach.)
"Still not sure how I Impressed at all," M'ta commented cheerfully, to get her mind off of it. He grinned at her. "Must have been wearing something shiny at the Hatching. That's all I can figure." Actually, he and Ruth really weren't as different as it might appear. It still amazed him sometimes, though, that any dragon, much less one as loving and solid as Behruth, would want him. He remembered how frightened he'd been, frightened that, once chosen (if chosen) he wouldn't be wanted anymore. But Behruth accepted him fully. When he was terrified, the paranoia, everything. He couldn't imagine life without Ruth. How could a man crawl back into the dark hole he'd lived in for half his life after discovering what things could be like if he just ventured above ground? Nothing, no one had loved him so fully - or known him so intimately. It gave him some hope, truly. And hope was a frightening thing in its own right.
M'ta laughed, the laugh fading at the mention of...purple. Purple? Why purple? But Behruth didn't seem to have any better idea than he did. That was definitely a little odd. The brownrider's nose wrinkled. "Young fits, anyway," he commented cheekily. He wasn't yet twenty, as far as he knew. "Ummm, I don't think so. He's been worrying over Checkoth and R'wign until just recently," M'ta stated soberly. And after that the brown seemed to sleep for days at a time, making up for all the sleepless nights. Behruth didn't tend to show distress outwardly, but he definitely slept a lot once things calmed down.
Behruth flinched back, planting the feet that wanted to slide off the rock and flapping his wings vigorously to maintain balance. That was a bit unexpected. He watched her, ignoring the stream of water dripping from his snout. Behruth turned his shoulder into the splash, flicking his tail forward to send another wave at the weyrling. We can't have no purple dragons. Ah...but Jingth-queen, I am small. If you painted me purple, they might think I am a blue. Not that he had anything against blues, but they'd already all decided that browns and golds were best, and it would be sad if he was no longer on the same level as Checkoth and Jingth.
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Post by Avu on Sept 30, 2009 15:41:13 GMT -5
She smiled despite the usual hurt, a hurt that had faded almost entirely away. Jingth and Riaren had been the biggest help for the loss, but Checkoth, the firelizards, had been, too, Stumpy especially among them, and Meira was aware of the fact that losing Jingth would hurt so much more, that she wasn’t the only one who’d lost mindmates. Jabari – and Collision (she only liked him at all because the blue had been Zesa’s hatchling) and Accident – and worse, for others. “Well, I seriously considered Jingth coming over to me because she wanted to enslave you and R’wign, if it makes you feel better…” She remembered distinctly the gold’s first words, though the gold had used the term ‘servant’ then, not slave. “And one out of four isn’t exactly good,” she added, crinkling her nose mischievously. That M’ta could list off what Behruth did and didn’t like was more than she could do for Jingth, though, besides the fact that the gold didn’t like other vain creatures, and she liked to be flattered.
Ah…of course. Meira nodded slowly, swallowing before she dropped her eyes to the pouch of wooden toys. “Right…” R’wign’s being sick had affected Jingth as well (though almost definitely not to the extent it had Behruth), but they’d had Weyrling Lessons even so, and though that didn’t provide much time for actual socialization, it had provided Jingth with ample opportunity to pass judgment on her clutchsiblings. She had hated going to lessons during that time, when everyone was sick. So many Weyrlings were absent anyway because they were sick…but that was so hard to think about. “R’wign said something about you knowing – Merridan – before?” Something about the Benden attack – and Jabari; she didn’t remember exactly, though, but she did know that Jingth approved of Chaoth from what she did know about the brown; was it normal for a gold to be so fond of browns and dislike the one bronze she did know…?
And when you’re done splashing around – do you need me to bathe you, or has ‘ruth got that covered?[/b] I don’t need a bath, but you /will/ oil me, won’t you, LoveMine? We can go back to the Barracks to do /that/, though. I’m sure Weith is gone by now. I do not think he’s smart enough to claim anything, or enforce any claims. Which meant she could take them over, of course. The words were distracted at best, though, and Meira crinkled her nose thoughtlessly before she nodded at the two dragons. “Once they’re done playing – unless you wanted to stay out longer – Jingth’s okay with not being bathed again; d’you want to go back…?” Even though this spot was nice; just because M’ta didn’t have shifts at the Infirmary or chores or anything didn’t mean he had nothing that needed to be done at all, and it wouldn’t do to make him wait for her.
A wave. Jingth spread both wings to help float, bobbing up on the wave and then giving a little undignified squeak as, upon coming back down on the other side of the wave, she snagged a forepaw on a rock beneath the surface, effectively dunking herself. A little squirming kick brought herself back to the surface and Jingth stood up, squirting another cheeky mouthful of water at Behruth before she crooned at the brown reassuringly. I don’t think you should worry, but if that’s the case… Mm nope, mustn’t let ‘ruthhers be mistaken for a blue. Blues were fine, but they weren’t the best. Perhaps we should paint Checkoth purple, she suggested. He’s big enough, is he not? We can paint you…hmm. Yellow? You can be gold, like me. And of course, purple was the best too, since purple was actually brown. Well – it made sense to her, anyway. We shall have to suggest it to Checkoth the next time we see him, the gold added. She’d decided; she was already planning, very carefully, how the painting of the two browns would be accomplished, even if she wouldn’t actually do it.
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Post by Requiem on Oct 6, 2009 20:45:17 GMT -5
"I don't know how I feel about riding a yellow dragon," M'ta commented mildly, flicking an amused glance in the direction of the young dragons. Behruth was in the process of ducking behind a wing at that moment to avoid Jingth's most recent splash. He clicked his tongue lightly, P.M.S.'s head popping up from beneath the lip of rock he'd ducked under. He made a little peeping sound and quickly skipped over the rocks to take refuge in M'ta's hair, peeking out just long enough to give Meira a cheerful little trill.
"If Jingth chose you in order to claim us, that would be a bit silly..." He chuckled. Not to mention the idea was out there anyway. M'ta knew he wasn't a better person or choice or whatever by the time the sixth Hatching rolled around. Thus he believed that your dragon was your dragon, meant for you and you alone. Hadn't the poor green Betweened because Hers wasn't there, making Behruth the first to Impress? Hard to argue with the love of his brown, or the fact that there had been plenty of others to choose from at the beginning of the Hatching. "Though it would be effective. Neither R'wign nor I are going anywhere anytime soon."
Running his finger down the blue's spine, P.M.S. crooned, his small tail sliding over M'ta's hand, twining for a moment. "I may not be that innocent or playful, but everything I Impress seems to be. Maybe Behruth sensed that," he commented jokingly. As if Ruth would ever do something just to use someone. "He definitely doesn't stop badgering me about going to hatchings." Needless to say, M'ta didn't go. He was two-for-two as far as pets went, and the bonds he formed tended to be deeper than that of the average person.
Ah, but I would make a very poor gold. I am not nearly so dignified or beautiful. But the words were stated mostly to distract his younger companion, as he chose that moment to pounce her from his rock, careful not to be too rough. Got myself a little queen, he rumbled happily to her, nuzzling her neck. I think we are both quite clean now, wouldn't you agree? We shall have to return soon and ask Checkoth. I'm sure he will turn whatever color you want him to be.
"Yeah, there are things I should probably be doing." He'd promised to help out at the main hall again today. Nothing wrong with having drudges around who favored you...the perks were nice.
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Post by Avu on Oct 7, 2009 19:58:54 GMT -5
Yellow dragon. Meira pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, glancing questioningly at Jingth. The gold hatchling was very much distracted, though, and she didn’t press it; Jingth wasn’t too often completely happy, because she was too busy trying to make her happy. Glancing at M’ta, the weyrlingrider commented with mock reproof, “’ruth would make a lovely – er, yellow dragon…” PMS received a quick smile, and then she added, more seriously, “If it makes you feel better, I doubt Jingth’ll ever get around to actually painting them any color, but if she does, I’m sure you can wash it off. Maybe. If you’re lucky.” One thing about Jingth – her plans usually worked, and she could be quite thorough when she wanted to be. If she wanted Behruth permanently yellow and got the brown to comply, he’d likely be yellow for quite a while; and the same went for Checkoth being painted purple. Well – at least yellow and purple were pretty colors…?
“Do you think she’d let you or R’wign go?” Meira inquired, crinkling her nose slightly. “After she’s claimed you?” Still, the idea of loosing either of them was uncomfortable; both of them had been sick quite recently and so close to dying. They weren’t allowed to die. That thought, she knew, was spurred by Jingth’s possessiveness; she wouldn’t have worded it as such – but it was still true. Meira half-smiled, glancing up towards PMS, at the amusingly accurate character analysis of both mindmates. “How’d you get to the Hatching PMS Hatched at, anyway?” Just because Behruth could ask it didn’t mean M’ta had to comply unless the brown picked him up and carried him there or something, and ‘ruth didn’t seem likely to do that, in her opinion; too sweet, if that was possible.
Oh, but you –
– are. That last word never was offered to Behruth, though; it dissolved into a verbal squawk of surprise as the brown pounced on her and Jingth flipped back to expose her stomach to the brown, very much the undignified hatchling, both wings splaying out to keep her above the water. The young gold reached up to rub her head against Behruth’s leg, folding her forelegs against her chest and crooning. The brown’s attention and implication that she was beautiful and dignified (though she knew the latter didn’t really apply when it came to how she flopped around) made her very, very happy, and he wasn’t Weith; she was fine with him winning. I suppose you did, she acknowledged, wrapping her tail playfully around his hind leg. She didn’t pull, though; she just liked knowing she could. Very well. You win. Then she paused and gave a low rumble of amusement. You didn’t tell us Yours was supposed to be busy, she commented. But won’t you stay with Mine and LoveMine if you can? She could oil you, too.
“Why didn’t you say so sooner?” The look that flashed across the weyrlingrider’s face was one of dismay. “I wouldn’t have minded leaving before…” She slid off of the rock, scooping up the pouch of toys (plus earring!) as she went, before she turned towards the two dragons – and paused despite herself, amused by the pair. “’ruth…you won’t mind if I steal that hatchling from you temporarily, will you? Jingth…” The gold turned her head to peer at Hers and then crooned, squirming awkwardly in an attempt to get out from under the brown dragon. As soon as she’d managed to clamber onto the bank and shake out her wings, Meira half-glanced back at M’ta, crinkling her nose guiltily. “I don’t – nobody’s waiting for you, are they…?” Maybe it wasn’t necessary for her to feel guilty, but she did, even though she had been aware that he must have something to do.
Don’t worry, LoveMine, Jingth commented, cheerfully shaking again before she turned to croon at both Riders pleasantly. Liked playing, she did, and she was looking forward to being oiled, yes she was~
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Oct 9, 2009 10:07:50 GMT -5
M'ta merely regarded her with an expression that grew more and more amused as she spoke. He didn't care what color Behruth was. (Nor was it at all surprising that a gold would be possessive, but his point had been that both brownriders were fond of Meira, so they'd likely always be around. Somewhere.) He snorted mildly at her question, though. "Behruth and I were out flying, and Showoff had his most recent clutch in a pail full of 'shinies' out on the weyrledge. You can imagine how that went," he finished dryly. At least Ruth hadn't just taken off with it. One salamandyr was more than enough (and he'd Impressed a nice one, which was decidedly rare.)
He shifted his legs to either side of her body, so as not to make a Jingth flatcake. (Nevermind the fact that their sizes were not really so different by this point, and it was unlikely he would squish her.) Crooning at her affectionate nuzzling of him, he arched his neck downward, rubbing his head along the side of hers in equal delight. Behruth loved anything young - or older really, but the young ones were so much fun! - and willing to play or cuddle or just chat with him. Very social critter, the brown.
Bending into his knee a little when her tail found his hind leg, Behruth half expected to be floundering in the water himself in a moment, already preparing to not fall on the hatchling. Wouldn't want to hurt her. But apparently she liked just...holding him there. Ruth was fine with that. He's not really in that great a hurry, the dragon responded, openly amused. Her suggestion drew another croon from him. Oh, I'd love to join you, he replied honestly, nuzzling at her again. But Yours probably doesn't have the time to oil both of us. I'll gladly keep you company while she loves on you, though.
In truth, Behruth preferred to be oiled by His. Jingth's did a wonderful job - she'd done so frequently when His was having the icky fever dreams that he didn't much like - but it wasn't the same as having your mindmate so close, thinking only of you as he worked the oil into your hide. And Ruth's hide gleamed with health like finely polished wood - doubly so now that it was wet. He loved those quiet times of intimacy. Behruth liked being in company, but being with his lifemate was a coveted time. That it most definitely was.
He moved aside a little, too amused at Jingth's squirmy escape to release her to Hers entirely.
Two cheerful mindmates (one currently washing him with enough adoration to make him faintly giddy) resulted in a very unusual M'ta. Or maybe not so unusual, given he'd been much like this when half-starving on the streets of Bitra. Being comfortable around Meira, there was nothing to offset their delight. He'd bounced down off the rock (there was no better description for it) and sauntered after Meira, ending up much closer than she'd likely expected when she stopped to speak to him again. "Don't worry, sweets," he responded, shooting her a wink. "I said I'd be back to help fix one of the tables. Didn't give them a time, and it shouldn't take long."
He was good at fixing things. Mostly because he tended to know what was wrong intuitively, and problem-solving definitely wasn't something he was bad at. "I'll just tell them I was with a beautiful woman, they'll titter and make little whispering comments to one another, and that will be that." He wrinkled his nose at her playfully. It was true, of course. Meira was beautiful, and it wasn't his fault if the drudges drew the wrong conclusions, now was it? "Maybe scold me." Now that would be interesting. As if he was a rogue or something.
Not that he wasn't capable of giving off that impression, as he did now with the jaunty, teasing grin.
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Avu
Weyrleader Ce'thian Rider A'emi Handler Sena Harper Matteo Weyrbrat Riaren
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Post by Avu on Oct 10, 2009 22:16:49 GMT -5
Shaking her head sent a fine spray of water in every direction, dampening the dirt beneath her claws and turning it into mud. Jingth snorted in quiet dismay at, lifting her feet high as she made her way to a small patch of grass instead. Mustn’t get dirt on her, no no. It wouldn’t make her any less gorgeous, of course, but it would make her claws all sticky and uncooperative, and if she slipped and fell later it would make her look bad. She would be very, very careful about that, Jingth would. She still paused in her cautious scanning of the path to make sure there were no ungainly patches of mud to slip in to croon at Behruth, though, decidedly happy to have the brown keeping her company. Nothing better than one of her slaves around, especially one that she actually bespoke on a regular basis. I suppose you’ll be flying back? she inquired, slightly disappointed. Oh, she’d prefer to fly, too, so she wouldn’t blame ‘ruthhers, but…she couldn’t and she’d be left to go with Hers and the humanslave. You’ll have to, won’t you, so you don’t scrape your wings?
Fretting, she was, but the – what, nickname, term of – of endearment? – distracted her completely, Meira blinking at M’ta before she half-smiled; it didn’t really occur to her to take it seriously, especially considering the wink that followed it. Regardless, it did make her feel better, that nobody was waiting for the brownrider, nobody would be upset with him because of her, because he’d had to come get her. The thoughts were kept away from Jingth, because undoubtedly the gold’s response to such would be that she was worth it, that nothing was more important than she, and far from making her feel more confident, such proclamations always made Meira feel smaller. Not what Jingth intended, of course, but still how it came across.
Her nose crinkled slightly, though, and she flushed, turning her face away from M’ta to hide the reddening automatically; as soon as she was sure it had faded Meira looked back at him. “I’d like to think there’s some way that won’t make you the Weyr’s newest gossip,” she commented wryly, though she was somewhat resigned by now. Gossip spread like wildfires, it seemed; even she, who didn’t like to listen in to gossip, eventually heard everything, primarily from the Drudges. Still, M’ta’s grin was answered, if a little more reluctantly; she was still slightly annoyed with herself. Hrm, had to remember next time…Meira knew she had a tendency to think in terms of Infirmary shifts, which just wasn’t fair to the people who weren’t Healers, but that unfairness didn’t usually register on her given that she didn’t have much time out of the Infirmary.
“Jingth – come on,” she added (aloud, for M’ta’s benefit, given that the gold’s chosen spot was behind him), beckoning for the hatchling to join them before she turned in the direction of the Weyr. “We just came following the river – unless you know a shorter way…?” The words were directed at M’ta now, even as Jingth uttered a low grumble of anxiety; didn’t want to get near the river too much; it would get muddy and muddy was bad, see? Very bad, hrmph…nevertheless, decidedly a leader and not a follower, the gold trotted a few yards ahead in the Weyr’s direction before she turned and cast a patient look back at the others; weren’t they coming? If they had to leave, then they ought to (she thought) do it quickly so they could get back and get her oiled. The longer the walk, the longer it would be till she was oiled, after all.
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