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Post by Ember on Jul 30, 2010 21:27:18 GMT -5
Dsoleth was quite proud of the fact that he (and His) had brought the goldpair and the hatchling to their special beach with all of Jingth's praise for it. At her comment about sharing it he responded, Only with you and Yours, and the hatchling. As far as the brown could tell, His had never planned on keeping the place a secret. He had simply never thought to bring someone else there before. Dsoleth would make sure His knew the place was from then on that the place was kept for them and the gold's companions only.
Jingth's words made him rumble in amusement and he actively wound a bit more of his tail around the gold's pleasantly. Speaking of hatchlings though.... The brown lifted his head and he gazed at Jingth's belly for a moment. Is it uncomfortable being eggheavy? Mine says human women always complain about being eggheavy. It seemed somewhat awkward to have such a large belly. If he was ever asked how it made Jingth look Dsoleth might not have a diplomatic answer for her.
T'san chuckled softly at mention of cake. "Cake generally has that effect on me too," he commented with amusement. The brownrider didn't have an over-active sweet tooth but he did enjoy his cakes and pies on occasion. He actually preferred his meat over sweets, odd as that was to others. He really hoped there were some meat rolls in the basket. Or maybe some good meat sandwiches. Too bad humans weren't carnivorous like dragons. Although...bloody meat wasn't too appetizing.
T'san sat crosslegged on the blanket similarily to Meira, though instead of resting his elbows on his legs he reached for the basket when she pushed it his way. He opened it up but paused in looking to see what was in it at Meira's question. What about food...? Oh allergies. Right, right. "No, no allergies. At least, none that I know of. If I haven't eaten anything I'm allergic to by now I doubt I ever will." He tilted his head curiously as he pulled the contents of the picnic basket out. "Do you have food allergies?"
The contents of the basket were largely as Meira had expected. The brownrider claimed a meat roll right away and stuck it in his mouth while he pulled other things out. "Hnn," he hummed around the meat roll. He at least had the decency to take the meat roll out of his mouth before talking again. "Pastries are fresh. And the cake looks-" he jumped very slightly at Mimic's mind voice. He hadn't been anticipating it. His eyes followed Mimic's path to Meira's shoulder. He should say something to the brown. But what? Death related awkwardness aside, Aliene had been unable to properly carry a conversation and that gave him little to no experience talking to 'mandyrs.
He blinked when Riaren offered the shell to him. A gift? He smiled and took the shell from the boy. "Thank you," he said, turning a hesitant smile on Mimic, "the both of you." Awkward still. And he still hoped the brown didn't respond to him. He glanced at Meira before his eyes fell to the shell and he examined it. "It's pretty." He mentally coaxed Nevroti out of his shirt (Probably to the surprise of everyone else. Silent blue was silent.) and the blue perched on his shoulder warily looking down at the shell. Yes, it was pretty.
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Post by Avu on Jul 30, 2010 23:27:09 GMT -5
Preeeeen.
Oh, Jingth knew that she was special (in general) and that Hers was special to Dsoleth’s, but it was still nice to hear the proof of that. The gold hummed approvingly, nudging Dsoleth’s shoulder lightly with her muzzle. Mostly just liked touching, did Jingth; very often did she sprawl across ‘her’ males and Dsoleth was hardly an exception. His question, though, earned a low thoughtful noise. Eggheavy? She didn’t like it primarily because she couldn’t go between, but that was a mild discomfort at worst. It wasn’t like she’d ever gone between much anyway, not having Wing Drills to attend to.
It is bearable, she decided. I am accustomed to flying without /between/ because of the hatchling anyway. Sleeping is difficult, but not impossible. And it’s easy enough to ignore when I have distractions. Occasionally she had too many distractions (see: Feyrianth. Jingth had taken to literally handing her Riaren when the green’s company was no longer desired), but for the most part, it was welcome. Males are, in any case, lucky. And greens, I suppose.
Also humans, if only because Meira said they could feel the babies moving inside of them. And eggs didn’t move. Tch, disappointing.
“I don’t.” Meira shrugged one shoulder. “To my knowledge, anyway, like you said.” Riaren didn’t, either – she’d been very careful monitoring that. Asphyxiating due to his throat closing up or even something as mild as hives was not good. The goldrider leaned forward at the unloading of the picnic basket, snagging one of the meat-filled pastries for herself. Riaren would probably go right for the cake (apparently healthy eating habits weren’t genetic, who knew – or maybe they were; R’wign liked pie, didn’t he?) – and she was feeling indulgent enough to let him have a little first, at least.
“Welcome.” Riaren crinkled his nose, grinning at T’san. Whatever awkwardness there might’ve been – and the chance of Mimic responding, though the brown was more than occupied trying to get a piece of meat from Meira – was dispelled when he caught sight of the cake, and immediately sat down on the blanket, glancing up at Meira for permission before he pointed at the cake. “Can you pass the cake please?”
Meira passed it for him. Or rather, she passed the smallest slice for him, giving him a pointed look. “You have to eat other things too, you know.” She bit the end of the pastry off, picked out a piece of meat to hand off to Mimic. “You also have to share. There aren’t even any vegetables…are there?” The last was addressed at T’san, Meira adding an expressive eye roll for his benefit – Riaren and his cake. Actually, kids and their desserts, period, was probably the more accurate.
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Post by Ember on Aug 6, 2010 22:42:56 GMT -5
Dsoleth gathered that the gold was pleased with his response by the humming and physical affection. As long as she was happy and His was happy the brown had no complaints with anything. Well, perhaps maybe the cold weather. It was much nicer to bask in a bright, southern sun than the cold and frequently cloudy winter air. There were no serious complaints though. The brown listened to Jingth's explanation of being eggheavy though and he crooned sympathetically. Soon enough you won't have to carry them around any more. Then we can protect them together, yes? In a roundabout way he could protect them then too by protecting Jingth but it wasn't the same.
"Good to know," T'san commented lightly, smiling at Meira. Would he randomly cook something up for her and Riaren? Possibly. Generally speaking the kitchen's food was better but there was something to be said for specially cooked meals...right? Specially made cookies for namedays could be nice and it was good to know if there were any allergies relating to sugary stuff. Making her food for her nameday would probably be a better option than making her something else. Uncreative brownrider was uncreative.
The moment of awkardness passed as the brownrider watched Riaren ask for cake. Heh. Meira had been right, the little boy liked cake. T'san finished off the meatroll and grabbed another one, biting off a piece for his firelizard. The blue took it daintily in his paws and nibbled at it. The untrusting eyes were kept on the child though. Children liked to touch. If there was anything Nevroti hated more than not being near His was if others touched him. They had no right!
When addressed again, the brownrider peered into the basket again in case he'd missed anything. "Nope, no vegetables. Might be some celery or onion in the flaked fish sandwiches though." He hastily finished the meatroll and reached for one of the mentioned sandwiches to try it. One might think he'd choke on his food with how quickly he ate it but it was quite normal for him. He took a bite of the sandwich and his exopression changed to one of concentration. Celery, onion, both, none?
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Post by Avu on Aug 7, 2010 20:54:53 GMT -5
That will certainly be preferable to being eggheavy, Jingth agreed, pleasantly, amused. She wasn’t worried about her eggs terribly; she’d make sure nobody would touch them, but she wanted them to be admired, too, by Weyrfolk, Candidates – anyone and everyone. They would be beautiful, the gold was sure; how could they not, with such parents as she and Dsoleth? Oh, yes: Modesty, thy name is Jingth. I don’t suppose you or Yours is familiar with any of the Candidates…? It would be nice to know some of them before they’re permitted to approach the clutch. But I expect it is early yet, anyway.
Just because she wanted them to be ogled and admired didn’t mean Jingth liked even the idea of Candidates smearing their hands all over them. Hers hadn’t touched her egg (even though Jingth was unaware of the circumstances surrounding that particular fiasco, between the attempt at theft and the pregnancy) and she’d Impressed just fine, after all.
Hello, blueling? Mimic’s words were quiet, private, for Nevroti only; the Salamandyr didn’t leave Meira’s shoulder, but tilted his head and flicked his tail lightly in greeting. He understood that his presence made T’san uncomfortable, but surely he was permitted to make nice with Nevroti? Is good, yes? It wasn’t just about the brownrider, either, of course – Mimic liked the idea of having friends; he had a Doppelganger and a Lilitu but he’d love more anyway. And it was definitely an added benefit if Nevroti’s was going to be around so much.
“Ewww,” Riaren replied eloquently to T’san’s words, and crinkled his nose for emphasis. “Vegebles” – his tongue slipped across the mispronunciation comically – “’re grooooss.” He’d actually found vegetables generally agreeable for a while, until something happened, probably involving Kai or one of the crèche-children, and he’d decided that, no, vegetables weren’t good after all. He looked expectantly at T’san, though, as the brownrider took a bite of the sandwich in question. “Is there?” he asked, and the hopeful note in his voice was decidedly not in favor of anything green.
Meira bowed her head to hide the smile at Riaren’s response, especially as it was followed up by a large, defiant mouthful of cake. “I think your father might not approve if you didn’t eat vegetables, Riaren,” she commented dryly, “So you’d have to make up for it anyway at dinner.” Which he’d probably be spending with R’wign to make up for her stealing him for lunch, so it wouldn’t be that bad; Riaren still had something of a hero-worship going on for his father – and a near sibling rivalry with Terilyn. And on that train of thought – “I don’t think I’ve ever asked; did you have any brothers or sisters…?”
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Post by Ember on Aug 14, 2010 22:46:16 GMT -5
Dsoleth tilted his head, an action he'd seen people do when thinking about something. It seemed an appropriate action to copy. Trying to smile, however, sometimes had the opposite effect than intended, namely nervous looks and quick departures. Afraid not. It is hard to get to know the candidates when neither of us spend much time near them. I don't spend time with people I don't know without Mine. It is awfully hard to talk without a mouth piece, no? I shall see if I can convince him to talk to some candidates, though I doubt any are actually worthy.
Nevroti ducked down when the brown salamandyr noticed him. It wasn't any actual fear. This salamandyr was quite quiet and was staying over there. The blue remained his usual shy self among the smaller draconids though. The diamond-like firelizard let out a quiet, kind of raspy chirp in agreement with the brown salamandyr. His throat was very unaccustomed to making sounds. His rare shrieks (brought on by contact with others than His) were hardly enough to excercise his voice.
T'san was momentarily distracted by his firelizard's surprising reaction to Mimic but his attention was taken by Riaren again and he privately agreed that vegetables - vegebles, heh - could be gross. Not always, but some of them...he had no idea why they were eaten at all. At the boy's question he focused on the taste of the sandwich again and swallowed, clearing his teeth before speaking. "There are, but they make it taste better. And there are only a few," he commented lightly, trying to make make him interested. Veggies were good for kids, right? He glanced at Meira as if for confirmation.
The mother-son moments were cute in the brownrider's opinion. He wasn't entirely sure if that was because Meira herself was cute when she was in mommy mode or if it was the combination of the two. He was smiling faintly until Meira asked if he had any siblings and he paused. Mm. He knew he'd have to talk about himself at some point. Really, questions about his family didn't bother him half as much about more personal questions about his life so.... "No siblings. My mom was - is - kind of frail." His father did love his mother, that much he was sure of. He wouldn't let anything happen to her so he assumed she was still alive. "What about you?"
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Post by Avu on Aug 15, 2010 14:29:59 GMT -5
Mouth piece, Jingth echoed, amused. The concept was all too familiar, though; bespeaking other people was less than pleasant. She’d much rather have Hers do it for her, but Meira was loathe to interrogate Candidates purely because Jingth was (according to her) paranoid. The gold gave a thoughtful hum, and then – One of the Healers that works a shift with Meira is a Candidate, I believe – or at least, he has no mindmate and is eligible to Stand, as is the Mindhealer. There was also a Candidate in the Infirmary a while ago with a cut hand. He was quite dramatic. And…there is, of course, another Healer girl, but she has been a Candidate quite some time without Impressing. They are all that come to mind.
Maybe she could get Mimic to spy on some for her.
Oblivious to the queen’s plotting, Mimic crooned at Nevroti, as reassuring as possible. Shyness wasn’t off-putting in the least; the Salamandyr was nothing if not patient. He flicked his tail, head tipped to one side, and hummed in response to the little raspy chirp he received. Agreement (or at least, Mimic took it as such. He’d rather not get into an argument with Nevroti, all things considered. Arguments made him unhappy). The brown bit off a piece of the meat in his paws, and held out the other half to Nevroti, balancing carefully on his hind legs. Want try? Give, I can, he offered, flicking his tail to indicate that he’d bring it closer to Nevroti. Peace offerings in the form of food always worked, right?
Riaren sighed, very melodramatically, at T’san’s words, but he seemed to take the brownrider’s word. Upon finishing the cake, which vanished in an almost alarmingly small amount of time, he leaned forward until he could grab one of the fish sandwiches in question. He examined it intently for a moment, poking briefly before Meira nudged him lightly in reproof, whereupon the bite he took was positively miniscule, Riaren clearly putting serious thought into whether or not he liked the sandwich. Finally, he seemed to approve, and flashed a wide grin at T’san. “I guess vegebles are okaaaay…”
“Just ‘okay’?” Meira murmured, a rhetorical question; she caught T’san’s glance and grinned. At least Riaren was getting some vegetables, if not nearly enough. The answer to her impromptu question – at least he’d answered at all; given the suddenness of it, Meira wouldn’t have exactly blamed him if he’d been taken entirely by surprise or something – drew a contemplative nod. “Ah…I didn’t have any, either. I guess I could’ve that I didn’t know about, of course, but…” She shrugged her right shoulder; she couldn’t really remember her biological mother that well and had never known her father, so it was certainly possible they’d had other children.
It’d been long enough that any remaining distress she might’ve felt over that had mostly gone. At the moment her only interest when it came to mothers was how well she was doing with Riaren. She tilted her head, explaining, “I was just wondering about like – sibling rivalry and stuff. Apparently being the only child isn’t quite as rare as I’d thought, though.”
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Post by Ember on Aug 17, 2010 1:21:21 GMT -5
Dsoleth rumbled in amusement as he heard his own description of His said back to him. He supposed it was a bit of a funny concept. He listened to Jingth talk about the candidates - or potential candidates - that had been in and around the infirmary. It seems like you and Yours know quite a few possibilities already. I shall see if I can't get Mine to talk to a few. He doesn't mind talking to random people, the brown said once the gold finished. He wanted to be helpful to his Jingth. It also really wouldn't hurt to know some of the candidates. He was a protective and somewhat possesive brown.
Though distrustful in nature the blue did recognize when someone was trying to be friendly. Mimic was certainly trying hard. Nevroti watched as the brown bit off some of the meat and subsequently offered it to him. The blue stretched his neck towards the salamandyr though the rest of him remained unmoved. He quickly bobbed his head up and down once to signify a yes and began sneaking down His' shirt. There really was no other way to describe his movement. He had pulled his neck back in and moved with small steps towards the brown.
The kid inhaled the cake. Like...it was totally gone. T'san was baffled by the quick disappearance, convinced that anyone who hate that fast was either about to choke...or was superhuman. He blinked and wondered if Riaren always ate things he loved that way. It would take getting used to if that were the case. Then again...sugar was supposedly bad for people so if he loved mostly sugar filled stuff it probably wouldn't happen too often. He watched as the boy nibbled at one of the fish sandwiches and returned his smile. Well hey, he'd been a positive influence! Imagine that.
When Meira responded to his equally abrupt return question he nodded both in understanding and to indicate that that could have been the case for him too. Unlikely that his mother had another kid but not impossible. One or the other meanings of his nod could be lost to the goldrider but he didn't see a need to speak up just then. What Meira indirectly admitted was of more interest to him. If she didn't know that she could have siblings meant she didn't have contact with her parents either.
He hummed thoughtfully as the goldrider explained why she asked about it. He grabbed a meat pastry more to focus on than to actually eat. He didn't really like bringing up ancient history but he figured it might help Meira. "When I was really young I suppose I had something like a brother. We were super close as kids, but we fought a lot anyways," he said, frowning as he struggled to remember. He hadn't even been ten turns old at the time, so could you really blame him? he ended up shaking his head and taking a bite out of his food. He swallowed before adding, "I can't remember much about him though. I think his parents moved to a different Hold."
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Post by Avu on Aug 17, 2010 15:01:01 GMT -5
Thank you. And Yours, too. Jingth crooned, licking Dsoleth affectionately on the shoulder. Paranoid gold was paranoid; even if she couldn’t actually affect the Impressions, and even if she hadn’t gone through what Hepaticath had, Jingth still didn’t want just anybody Standing for her babies – albeit babies that would almost definitely have a mind of their own as to who they wanted. I would make Meira investigate Candidates too but she says it’s too early and, anyway, she doesn’t like the idea of ‘interrogating Candidates’. Perhaps I’ll ask the Mimic to help. Gullible Salamandyrs were good.
Gullible Salamandyrs were apparently very nice, too. Mimic crooned encouragement as Nevroti started to come towards him, the brown scurrying down Meira’s shirt to meet the blue halfway, scrambling over her knees in an awkward three-legged scramble. He sat upright once he was a little distance away from His – didn’t want to get too close to T’san, of course, but not too close to His, either. The Salamandyr extended his paws, the little piece of meat offered out to Nevroti. Is good, promise, he coaxed, and offered another encouraging chirp. Can get more if like, yes?
Meira watched Mimic go quietly, a little surprised but pleased nonetheless. Riaren seemed to have settled down with the sandwich, content to eat. He’d situated himself sprawled on his stomach, elbows propped against the picnic blanket. Meira rested one hand lightly against her son’s back, though her attention was primarily on T’san. They hadn’t really spoken about…the past, at all, before. She hadn’t ever told him about the circumstances of Riaren’s conception – not that it was something she would talk about while her son was right there – but it was something she kind of wanted to explain. It just…led into too much.
She hadn’t really told anyone about Meisk and Zesa that hadn’t known them before. The goldrider smiled slightly at T’san’s words, nodding in understanding. “That’s too bad,” she murmured, and – an eye for an eye, right? “I didn’t really know any other kids, but there was – ah, Benden’s watch-wher? It was an…interesting…friendship, I guess.” Meira shook her head, shrugged. “Didn’t replace humans, but…it was still nice.”
“Watch-wher?” Riaren echoed, and crinkled his nose up at his mother, hopefully. “Can I meet one?”
Meira stilled, hesitating as she glanced down at Riaren. She didn’t go to the wherhandler’s apartments – she doubted that a dragonrider would be welcome anyway, but it still seemed a little much. Wasn’t really fair to keep Riaren away from the whers just because of her, though. “Maybe, but…we’ll see.”
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Post by Ember on Aug 22, 2010 15:59:50 GMT -5
It might be a bit early, Dsoleth said consideringly. The eggs hadn't been laid yet so they didn't know how many candidates to screen. Still...It doesn't hurt to start now though. I'd convince the little blue to help but he is...less than useful. The brown didn't bare any ill-will towards the firelizard for being 'useless' though. Dsoleth was able to recognize that the firelizard had done a lot to get His past the evil Aliene monster. Nevroti was a much better...replacement for the salamandyr.
The brown was very nice, Nevroti decided. He remained nervous though. The blue was naturally a bit distrustful of others and easily frightened. The blue reached out with his paws as far as they could go to avoid putting his body too close to the mandyr to take the meat. When he took it he nibbled at it first before putting it entirely into his mouth. Mimic was right, it was quite good. He bobbed his head again in agreement with the brown. More would be nice.
Would you look at that...T'san never would have thought that Nevroti was capable of interacting with salamandyrs. If his tempermental firelizard could do it then he should be able to eventually. The fact that one of his mindmates wasn't quite as wary of Mimic as earlier helped him relax a little. Tentative trust, that's what he felt from Nevroti. All other judgements were being kept aside for the time being and that was most likely a good sign.
T'san blinked for a moment at the information he gained in return. He hadn't really been expecting it but he wasn't about to complain about it. Given his main friends when he was realyl young were runners and the like having a watch-wher for a friend didn't surprise him much. Where she was from, however, earned a mumbled "Benden?" that she probably missed because Riaren spoke up then. She didn't seem like the type that came from Benden. Then again...he didn't seem like the type that came from Fort either. They had a lot of getting to know each other to do.
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