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Post by dragon on Mar 1, 2009 1:17:09 GMT -5
C'oar was by no means a dense lout. He sensed that something had raised all the hairs on Tre'sn, and subsequently those proverbial ones on Oquith. And he wagered a fair bet it had been something he'd said - or done - that had caused it. What it was, though, he couldn't say. So ... maybe he should halt everything he was doing? He didn't want to make enemies of another weyrling. But then, on the other hand, backing off could also be seen as rude, if that wasn't it. He was in quite a pickle, there.
I have no idea. I didn't participate in the flight. Frosstyth commented. That was a rather silly idea, actually, and an amusing one at that. Though he was fairly certain his would not approve of the idea. A brown dragonet chasing a golden flitter? Hilarious. Mine got the little brother from his pack, he told me. The egg just appeared there, one day. Isn't that an interesting way to acquire a little brother? From a magic bag? Maybe if you get yours a bag, too, it will get him a little brother ... or a little sister. The logic was skewed, but for all Frosstyth could tell, it made sense. After all. Why wouldn't it? Bags made eggs. It was obvious, wasn't it? Sure, flitters made eggs, too. But apparently so did bags. I can't say as we've met K'iel and Qualuth, either. Where do they stay? Frosstyth asked, curiously.
Storm sat up on his haunches again, lifting both fore feet up to place on Moth's face, pressing her whiskers back onto her face again. Poking her nose with his, Storm peeped very quietly. And then he started fingering her whole head, making her fur poke out in random directions from the attention. For the most part he was curious. How much of her was actually real, and how much was interesting looking fluff? He never pulled her fur, but he certainly played in it, searching and hunting through it with both feet and his nose. Snuffling in her fur, Storm worked his way over her face, across the top of her head, and down onto her shoulders. By this point, he was standing up as high as he could stretch his back legs, reaching over her head.
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Post by Avu on Mar 1, 2009 15:01:18 GMT -5
It wasn't all C'oar -- not really. Tr'esn didn't want to have any run-ins with Salamandyrs: They were reputed to be horribly rude, and the greenweyrling simply wasn't the type to find them amusing. "Cute" as they were -- he would admit that; they were cute -- they simply weren't the ideal pets. A fire lizard was -- while not as intelligent -- generally on the sweeter side. He already knew Moth was fine with fire lizards; it was the idea of Moth making an enemy of a Salamandyr that set him on edge. The lack of response from C'oar was unnerving Tr'esn slightly -- he much preferred being around K'iel and Vashti. At least he knew that they liked him -- and he wound one arm lightly around Oquith's neck, running one finger down Moth's spine absently. "I...sorry. I've -- I didn't mean to just come and start talking..." His smile was tentative, apologetic. "I'd -- I'd better get Moth back into our room." He still wasn't quite sure if Aberath and Ki'ner could be trusted not to rat, but he was hoping the bronzeweyrling wouldn't mind a kitten...he seemed friendly even if his dragon wasn't.
Oh, of course he hadn't participated in the Flight: She knew that. But she didn't see -- she simply didn't -- why any queen would choose an unimpressive suitor. She, herself, was aware that she would Fly, and though the idea was not regarded with anything other than a passive interest -- the knowledge that it would happen and she couldn't stop it was good enough for her; she had no further interest in the idea -- and Oquith, now that she thought on it, certainly wouldn't choose a male she didn't like. Or Qualuth. She loved him, but he was her clutchbrother and therefore could simply not be her mate as well. The green merely crooned in amusement, but his explanation puzzled Oquith. Frosstyth was young; perhaps that was the reason for his foolishness, but Oquith was not. Bags did not make flitter eggs: Fire lizards made flitter eggs. Oh. Perhaps so, she responded simply. It would take some thinking on, that...
The mention of K'iel and Qualuth made the green's eyes whirl rapidly in brilliant blues and greens. It escaped her notice that Frosstyth had used K'iel's real name instead of calling him "Qualuth's" -- an oddity, to be sure -- but in any case, she didn't see it as surprising: She had never, to her knowledge, ever called K'iel anything but that. That's a shame -- K'iel and Qualuth are lovely. Oh -- blueclutchbrothermine stays in the Weyrling Barracks over /there/...near mine and Aberath's. Her eyes whirled in slight amusement as she added, I want to share a room with Wymeth or Qualuth, but the Weyrlingmaster wouldn't let Mine and Vashti share a room and I don't know /why/ they wouldn't let me share a room with Qualuth...
Moth purred happily, accepting the exploration of her fur with good grace. The bronze fire lizard was allowed a thorough, uninterrupted search. Her scruffy fur usually stood up in an adorably messy way, so not much Storm did actually disturbed the kitten. Large green eyes solemnly appraised the flitter even as the flitter made his way through her fur, and as he pulled himself over her head to examine her shoulders, Moth playfully poked his stomach with her nose and then slid away to scramble up Oquith's neck, which was lowerered to an almost horizontal slant, plopping herself happily directly between the dragon's head knobs with a teasing mrow.
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Post by dragon on Mar 1, 2009 22:51:28 GMT -5
C'oar looked at Tre'sn for a moment, then shrugged. "Probably a good idea." He mentioned. "But don't worry about talking ... it was good to talk to you." C'oar assured him. "Maybe sometime we'll talk again." he offered. Maybe he'd get to know some of the people he'd be working next to before the work actually started, and things got locked down tight.
There are a lot of dragons and thiers' that mine and I haven't met. Mine stays so terribly busy between lessons, chores, and keeping my clutch siblings' mines out of trouble. Or rescuing them from it afterwards. I think it's silly. And then mine spends time making things ... but I think most of his things are almost finished now. Mine stays busy. does yours stay so busy? Frosstyth asked. Maybe sometime you'll have to show me some of these others, so I can meet them, too? Frosstyth asked, hopefully. He did love meeting others, and getting to know someone other than those he already knew.
Storm snaked his head under his own foreleg to follow Moth through, and then stepped over himself to turn around over, and under, until he was standing there facing the other direction. Tilting his head, he watched Moth perch on Oquith's head. He wasn't sure he was allowed up there ...
So he just sat down, collecting all his feet to himself and wrapping his tail around him tightly, watching the pale kitten. Only to get startled into an undignified squeak when C'oar picked him up off of the green's shoulders. He tucked Storm under and arm, securely, letting the little pest wiggle and squirm his protests. "Be still, Storm." C'oar issued. Storm went limp, haunches and tail dangling limply from behind. But his head and neck were still moving around, looking around. His pet was so strange ... he was visiting with the Moth, couldn't he see that?! Storm wanted to go back to visiting with the Moth!
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Post by Avu on Mar 2, 2009 14:18:35 GMT -5
The greenweyrling managed a faint smile in response, nodding slightly as he tapped Oquith on the neck. Lean down, please. Obediently lowering her head more, the green dragon crooned as Tr'esn gently lifted Moth from her head and cradled the kitten in his arms. "Maybe," he agreed, nodding slightly. "That'd be nice..." It wouldn't be long before he graduated from Weyrlinghood: If Weyrlinghood typically lasted fifteen months, he, with Oquith eight months, had only seven to go and had already bypassed the halfway mark. He was more or less certain that Oquith would always remain on the queen's wing due to her trouble turning in the air, and on the upside, Wymeth and Vashti, with the green's inability to feel pain, would probably also stay on the same wing, but it was reassuring to think that he'd know someone other than the two other Weyrlings, whom he was convinced had become his friends only because of their dragons' kinship. Well -- K'iel might have been his friend anyway: the blueweyrling seemed the type of person Tr'esn got along well with. Vashti less so, even though he was quite fond of her now, too.
Oh, Yours is very brave, Oquith commented, eyes wheeling happily. Mine wouldn't want to have to rescue people I don't think. Not many, except for perhaps K'iel and Vashti, but they don't need rescuing much. K'iel doesn't get in trouble and Vashti's always very, very busy in the Drumheights. Mm... The little green, relieved of her burden (head-wise), wiggled her tail thoughtfully. I don't think so. Not very. He doesn't have any hobby because he came from Lighttower Hold, he says. So he just does Weyrling Lessons and Chores, and we go flying lots. It's very fun. Her eyes were tinged with excitement at the thought of flying: It had been one of the things the little green had been looking forward to most. Hard though it was to turn, and nauseating her maneuvers became when she became to desperate, Tr'esnHers loved flying too; it was so fun to fly with him on her neck instead of having to glide and then wait for him. And of course! If Ours meet again, I can maybe take you to the Drumheights to see Wymeth and Qualuth.
Moth, who had by now wriggled into her new favorite spot, tucked inside of Tr'esn's shirt, head poking out of the greenweyrling's collar, mrowled in protest at Storm as the bronze was scooped up. No! Her playmate! She squirmed restlessly in the boy's shirt and her fur tickled against his bare chest until Tr'esn gently wrapped one arm around the tiny white feline, muttering, "Shh. Stop it." With one more wide-eyed glance at Storm -- Moth clearly expected the bronze to burst free at any second and come to play with her more -- the kitten desisted her wiggling. Oh, are we leaving now, Mine? Oquith asked, her head coming around from Frosstyth to blink at Tr'esnHers and the pet Moth. "Yes," Tr'esn answered aloud, touching her neck again for reassurance. Oh, that's fine then. Fair flying, Frosstyth! the green crooned to the young brown, and, as Tr'esn flickered one more brief smile at C'oar, she padded after Hers back to their room.
((Endthread. =3))
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