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Post by Lotty on Oct 25, 2009 17:08:25 GMT -5
Other bronzes were unimportant in Kierjaarth's self centered mind. All of them were so so trivial. His lids started drooping down again over faceted eyes as he took in the warmth of the sun. That was one nice thing about this place. So warm, so sunny. All so very good. You know what else was good. Flattery. It had a way of working on the bronze. Ha! So those others were all unworthy? They all went without such lovely conversations with the gold? I see. He had nothing particularly bad to say about the weyr's other bronzes and he didn't want to try and floor the gold with a hefty acclaim about himself, but he could continue to offer his rider and the worm thing as slaves as well. His slaves were her slaves of course, It is. They get red stuff everywhere and all that mess would surely leave an ugly mark on your pretty hide. So yes, unsquished mine is good. You can use him. The slavetwin too of course.
Awkward. That was the word, the only way this could be described, Mi'rah just didn't know how to handle these kinds of situations and it really showed, but Doppelganger was very reassuring at least. He would always, always be loved by the brown (and probably by his twin too) and not that the unconditional love he got from his bronze was unwanted, but there was a different more bubbily sentiment that came from the Salamandyr. He liked warm and fuzzies and that is exactly what he little creatures gave him, for that reason he couldn't leave he just couldn't. So it was that Mimic's pleas didn't go unheard and he went about to reassuring him - and Meira to a degree - that he wasn't leaving, no not at all, "Oh, don't worry, I'm not taking him away...."
Grinning, always grinning, he looked over at the mother and child and re-established the notion, "We have nowhere to be but here," really that was quite truthful. There wasn't a whole lot for Mi'rah to do, it was something of a free day for him, his only excuse to leave would be to prevent him from making any bigger of an ass out of himself...but the problem was that he very much liked talking Meira. It was refreshing to talk to someone who was just a quiet as he was, who wasn't ordering him around. He stayed seated, and set the bowl of mandyr stew aside.
Doppelganger curled up even closer. If they could stay connected then that would be best yes. Maybe they could tie their tails together, then they would never ever leave each other's sides. Oh the idea had him so excited he could barely keep from bouncing around. Lovebrother! Love Rahrahmine kept us here yes yes. Then he pleaded with his brother Stay with eggmine? Keep tails tied? Good idea yes? and he twist, twist, twisted his tail even harder. If he tried hard enough it would stay stuck like that!
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Post by Avu on Oct 25, 2009 18:25:29 GMT -5
Claimed. So claimed.
Jingth’s clear gaze flickered over Kierjaarth before the gold offered him a low rumbling purr; perhaps bronzes could redeem themselves after all. Perhaps Weith was simply a fluke, a mistake. Yes, yes; she could very well see that happening, she could. The gold fluttered her wings slightly before she shifted onto her belly, winding her tail around her haunches and licking her claws thoughtfully as she agreed pleasantly, I would not wish to squish Yours even if he didn’t make a mess. It would be /most/ rude, after all, and I wouldn’t dream of offending. The smooth tone in which she spoke was courteous, polite; just because she was inwardly preening at being called ‘pretty’, Jingth didn’t generally demonstrate her vanity outwardly. She knew she was the best, after all, and those who complimented her knew it, too, so she simply didn’t feel the need to. There was such a thing as overkill, after all. Thank you very much. I assure you that you may use the little slave to your liking as well. Kind of. She wasn’t nearly as generous as she acted, Jingth; she kept her little slave very close. Kierjaarth would be hard-pressed to find a time when Mimic was not with her or Hers.
He didn’t need to know that, though.
The desire to stay with his brother, to cling to him and never ever ever let go – it made Meira slightly uncomfortable, trying to repress the desire in herself. How incredibly odd. She adored Mimic, sure, but this was just…weird. The positive explosion of joy that came from the Salamandyr at Mi’rah’s assurance made her blink so she wouldn’t actually twitch, before amusement passed across her face and she reached over to stroke Mimic gently, earning a low purr from the brown, who also paused to hop up (forget sleep, apparently?) and shift over to set to licking Mi’rah’s fingers seriously. Fortunately, the bowl was small enough that he could accomplish this while still touching his brother, or else Meira was sure that he wouldn’t have done it. Brother over His, after all! Meira crinkled her nose slightly before she smiled; the Salamandyr could always make her smile – before she glanced up at Mi’rah nervously, still slightly afraid that she’d accidentally offended him. Not her intentions at all.
Once Mi’rah released the bowl, Mimic went right back to flop across Doppelganger, licking his brother across the face cheerfully. Love rahYours, the brown informed his brother happily, before he set to actively rubbing his head against his brother’s shoulder, humming in quiet satisfaction. Stay, stay, always stay loveeggmine. Tail good! Good ‘dea, good lovemineeggy. Oh, now he was excited too – excited enough to start actually scrambling some of his words; where else could ‘lovemineeggy’ have come from? Always love. he added adoringly, before he turned to stare hard at his tail in order to twist it tightly around Doppelganger’s until brown overlapped brown so closely he, at least, couldn’t tell them apart. Tie now. Miiiiine, LoooooveMine. Tie? he called hopefully to MeiraHis. She’d help them, right right?
“Tie – what?” The look of confusion that spread across the goldrider’s face was comical as the shy smile that had appeared when Mi’rah assured her he wouldn’t be leaving was replaced. She looked down at the pair of browns before lifting Riaren up so she could scoot closer to peer over the rim of the bowl at the pair of Salamandyrs. Mimic lifted his – and Doppelganger’s – tail up to demonstrate how tightly they’d twined them, and then crooned, flopping onto his back and exposing his belly trustingly. “I don’t – will you be able to move…?” She blinked before looking up at Mi’rah and crinkling her nose again, amusement brightening pale eyes. “They’re really cute, aren’t they? I didn’t think Salamandyrs could be so sweet…normally they aren’t…” Except for PMS. But PMS was special, too.
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Post by Lotty on Oct 26, 2009 22:05:44 GMT -5
The little slave? Oh Kierjaarth didn't really need the little twin, but it was really a nice offer. No, Kierjaarth got everything he needed out of that loyal and willing rider of his. Ultimate slave - but he would never say that. No, he instead he rumbled in his masculine version of a croon. He was very pleased regardless, Well I'll remember your kindness... He was going to add that she was a most generous queen, but he thought that might be laying it on just a little too thick, What is it that you use your littleslave for? I can't see them doing much... After all, Doppelganger just bounced around like a jester and collected everything. Even lint. Ugh, hoarders....
Wet stuff...all over his fingers. No no, it was just Salamandyr spit, he couldn't believe that Doppel's twin had decided to lick him, but he was learning to expect the unexpected with these creatures. After all...what exactly were those two up to now? "I - I uh...." he was struggling with words since he so desperately wanted to help Doppelganger. He really, really did. The urgency felt when the little brown bobbed his head and begged to be helped - Tie tie tie! - well it was contagious. Nobody warned him about this, nobody told him that it would be such a strong bond; Faranth help him when the little guy decides to Chase. But all of this was beyond the point...he still didn't think tying together their tails was very smart no matter how cute Doppel was being. Look! He even held his tail up with Mimic's. This was important and surely His would understand this?
No. No. No. "Doppel, I'm...no...I just don't think that's a very good idea. It's just...it's it's not very safe and I don't want you to get hurt," here he was explaining himself like a scared parent whose little kid wanted to get on the monkey bars for the first time...and he just wasn't ready. Accordingly, Doppel acted very much like a little kid and pouted. This was so sad! Rahrahmine is not supposed to deny him! He still loved his, he knew no other way, but this was very upsetting, and he continued to cling to Mimic so desperately. No fun Rahrah...stilllll love. Love eggmine tooo! They would just find another way. Maybe he could collect something to keep them together...but whatever could that be?
"I...They're adorable really. I had only met one before, and it didn't like me very much at all...I was told they were all um...snots. I feel so lucky that I got him though," he nodded at the bowl and the doting worm inside who had managed to flop onto his brother, "and it's so nice that he has a twin to love too." He didn't want to admit it, but Doppelganger just made him feel so much happier than he had in such a long time, he hoped that Meira felt the same. He gave her and the baby another one of his pleasant expressions.
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Post by Avu on Oct 27, 2009 18:36:19 GMT -5
Remember her kindness. Would he now. Jingth cocked her head curiously, eyes gleaming in quiet shades of blue and green, before she crooned, a lilting countermelody to the bronze’s rumble. She was small enough, young enough, that the pitch of her voice wasn’t low and rich yet; instead, it was decidedly youthful, high-pitched, best described as a treble. But Kierjaarth, her bronze – her only bronze, funnily enough – he saw how kind she was, did he not? Best of all the golds, he had not said, but she knew it was implied. Had to be, for she didn’t claim anyone who she felt was stupid and it was, after all, very obvious. The question made her head tilt to one side thoughtfully, a habit she’d picked up directly from Hers, and Jingth flipped her tail slightly. I use the little slave for a hatchling alarm, she informed Kierjaarth pleasantly. Mine’s hatchling makes very little noise, so sometimes if we’re asleep we don’t notice if he wakes. The slave notices and can wake Mine. But I haven’t really experimented, I’m afraid. He was no good for spying – Ahth called his green the ‘little spy’ – but Mimic was too talkative to spy, hmm…
Mi’rah’s reaction to the requests of the two Salamandyrs drew a slight relief from the goldweyrling; at least she wasn’t the only one who was slightly flustered as to how she should deny Mimic the request. But she knew very well the bronzerider couldn’t be feeling the same stomach-turning panic at how hard it was to deny such a request – how on Pern was she supposed to refuse Riaren anything when he got older? He was already spoiled as it was…said baby was watching the antics of the two Salamandyrs intently, and when the bowl was placed on the table again – just out of his sight, he frowned, grabbing silently onto his mother’s sleeve with one hand and reaching for the bowl with the other. Automatically, Meira slid her hands around Riaren to let him stand up, both hands braced against the edge of the table for balance as her arms curled protectively around him. The baby was hardly standing so much as being held, but it worked and seemed to satisfy him.
Mimic, however, deflated very visibly as he spun to look from person to person. His frill drooped for a moment before he nuzzled against Doppelganger, honestly upset. Did want, he murmured softly. Not tie. Not tie. Okay…love you eggmine. Not tie love still. A low croon burbled from his throat before he licked Doppelganger – and then spotted Riaren. Come see baby? Babylove! Love much. So love. He kept his tail twisted tightly around Doppelganger’s for a moment, squeezing it once, before he released his tail from Doppelganger’s and squirmed out from under his brother to throw himself over the top of the bowl, splat onto to the table, and then scurry over to leap squarely onto Riaren’s head, turning in a careful circle and chirping happily. Say hi babylove Doppelmineegg! The only response he received from the baby was for Riaren to reach up, trying to pet him carefully. Mimic slid against the baby’s fingers, licking them cheerfully and squirming. See? So nice, wasn’t the baby?
Meira blinked down at Mimic before she smiled at the brown, pursing her lips in a silent kiss for the Salamandyr. Love you. The bronzerider’s words made her laugh softly, though, turning her head to look at him. “I used to hate Salamandyrs as a whole, too,” she admitted, crinkling her nose playfully at Mimic, who crooned happily back at her. “They’re really – the sweetest things ever, aren’t they…? One of my friends has a blue who’s really nice, too,” she added for PMS’s benefit, because the blue was adorable. Mimic seemed more intelligent, though, as far as his memory for words went. “But I mean – they are usually kind of…obnoxious…” A slight laugh, and then she glanced up at Mi’rah. “I – had a firelizard before, a gold,” she added, swallowing against the wave of loneliness that still rose despite Jingth and Mimic and Riaren. “Her hatchings – I don’t know, Showoff always dropped by, it upset her so much…” And she missed Zesa so, so much…the gold had always been so polite, honestly polite, unlike Jingth who was polite to achieve her own ends, so neat and undemanding.
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Post by Lotty on Oct 27, 2009 21:52:46 GMT -5
Well His didn't have a clutch to watch...so Doppelganger would have to remain useless. What a waste. At least Jingth made use of the little stupids around her. He really could have sighed as he realized this...wait...he actually did. So, so, sad. But he wasn't one to try and drum up sympathy, that would be very un-bronze like. This was just conversation to be sure, Mine has no hatchlings to watch....and the slavetwin can't watch me. I guess I will have to find something for him to do. Well if he was a hoarder, maybe he could train the little brown to collect certain kinds of things. Like things he wanted. If only the mandyr was big, big enough to bring food. Or, well here was an idea, Maybe I can get him to scratch my hide...with those little claws of his. Yes, Doppelganger would come to some kind of good yet.
Babylove!? Was it mentioned before that the salamandyr adored babies? Probably. Because he most definitely does and so there was no hesitation to bounce out of the bowl with Mimic and follow him over to the littlefixer. Doppel didn't quite dare to jump on Riaren's head. That seemed so beyond his limits, it wasn't his place, and what if he hurt littlefixer? No instead he stood before the child, on his hindlegs with his comically big frill flared open for all to see. It wasn't a threat, it was for fun, it was to make babylove make the silly noises. Doppelganger loved the silly noises and he knew that His did too, it's because everything babies did was so cute. Chitter, chitter and a wag of the tail, Babylove littlefixer make silly noise!? Chip, chrk, he tried to mimic infantile babbling.
"Very sweet..." Mi'rah agreed nodding his head and watching as his new bonded examined the baby. He was about to ask about those green eyes. They were so rare, and it made him curious, but he was distracted by more mandyr talk. Other sweet ones? He sorta liked the novelty that accompanied his assumption that Doppelganger and Mimic were two of a kind - one of a kind? They are identical... Bah. Technicalities. At very least the fact that there were more kindly salamandyrs sort of redeemed their species and Doppelganger was still special.
Just when things felt like smooth sailing again, he suddenly felt some kind of guilt for his warm feelings. It was suddenly wrong to be happy. How could he be happy when he talked about her lost firelizard. He was a little ignorant on firelizards just like he was with salamandyrs, a direct result of his northern upbringing, and he just wasn't ever exposed to enough of the creatures to know that you could um..."lose one". Yet the past tense, the finality in her voce told him that the gold didn't just fly off into the wild. They really died? He didn't know why he couldn't fathom this, he knew very well that dragons died, so why couldn't the little cousins? He tilted his head to the side in sympathy, "I'm really sorry to hear about that..." Should he ask? He wanted to... "W-w-w" those double u sounds always got caught on his quivering tongue, "what happened to her? If you don't mind me asking that is."
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Post by Avu on Oct 28, 2009 15:50:01 GMT -5
The bronze’s sigh made Jingth’s eyes whirl faster in shades of amusement before the gold actively squirmed against the sand to get at a tiny itch on her hide; it was so warm and comfortable in the dirt by the river, after all, and the company was quite amusing. Kierjaarth’s words made her head tilt to one side before she crooned quietly, tongue sliding out to lick her chops curiously. I expect that could be done, she agreed. Firelizards can help wash sometimes. Her forepaws were crossed neatly across each other, and a low purr of amusement crooned softly in her throat. I know a blue who uses his as a spy, she added helpfully – even if she didn’t like Ahth, it was true that he used his Salamandyr quite adeptly. Don’t expect ours would do so well at that, though. Much too excitable and talkative, if the twinslave is anything at all like the slave. Her eyes whirled a little more rapidly at the thought, and then she added thoughtfully, Of course, with the proper training, I assume anything is possible…
Babylove, Mimic confirmed, turning in a small circle and allowing Riaren’s fingers to rub against his back and wings clumsily in order to chirp happily at Doppelganger. The brown kept his claws carefully curled underneath him so as not to prick Riaren; the baby’s hair was growing rapidly and there was enough of the dark, soft curls for Mimic to cling to, but he didn’t need to and he was content to just perch on the babylove. Said baby was eyeing Doppelganger with keen curiosity in his eyes before he pressed one hand against the table and wriggled his fingers at the other brown in what was clearly a finger-waggling wave. However, he made no noise, even in response to the brown’s chirps and chattering. He just didn’t – occasionally, yes, but not often. Mimic leaned down to lick Riaren’s forehead before he informed Doppelganger, Babylove not make sillies. Quiet babylove. Best is quiet. The explanation was emphasized by his frill displaying widely, though it was far from aggressive, before he threw himself off of Riaren’s head to rub his body against Doppelganger’s with a happy purr.
Sorry to hear it…Meira half-glanced at Mi’rah, though her attention was still lingering on the two Salamandyrs and Riaren. She didn’t interfere with their chattering to Riaren, though; the baby seemed happy about it and he’d never been frightened in the least of dragons or Salamandyrs or firelizards. A quick half-smile that couldn’t entirely disguise the still very real twinge of sorrow flickered across her face at his question, though, a silent reassurance that she didn’t mind. Not really. She was comfortable around him (something she knew she owed to Mimic and Doppelganger), and Zesa’s loss wasn’t as devastating as that of Meisk’s. They were interlaced; thinking of one reminded her inevitably of the other, but if she focused on the happy thoughts, the sweetness of that firelizard…it didn’t. Not as much. One hand unwound from Riaren’s side, her other arm shifting to support his weight instead, and Meira ran one finger gingerly down Mimic’s back before she reached out towards Doppelganger hesitantly before she stopped her hand a few inches away, letting him choose whether or not he wanted her to touch him.
“When Fort attacked the Main Hall?” The words were soft; Meira glanced at Mi’rah nervously. “I don’t know if you heard…? They killed – everyone outside. She was…” And so was Meisk. They hadn’t gotten to go between; they’d just…been thrown to one side, piled neatly; she hadn’t the courage to look at them afterwards; she’d requested a Drudge to get her things from the Barracks, and she’d never gone back since. “It was…it was really, really unexpected.” Unexpected. That was as close as she would get to telling anyone that it was downright terrifying; even in the middle of the Main Hall there had been that sickening feeling of being completely alone. Had it been just the firelizard, though…? It wouldn’t have hurt so badly. She knew that; Meisk had been the more shocking of the two deaths. “But…” Her nose crinkled, forcibly dismissing the depressing thoughts. “It was awhile ago, so…yeah. Um…I don’t suppose you’d many firelizards from…?” Wherever he’d transferred from? She knew he had just recently come, but she didn’t know where from.
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Post by Lotty on Oct 30, 2009 19:18:57 GMT -5
An eye popped open to spy on Jingth for a moment and Kierjaarth took comfort in the fact that their eyes shared the same pleasure hues of green and blue. Shared emotions...always so good. He shifted ever so slightly before his eyes went closed again - content just to hear the other dragon - and went on A spy? Yes, Ours are much too noisy. If they learned to be quiet though...that alone would please me. He was willing to give up on chances of espionage if the critter stopped bouncing around the weyr and showing him his newest treasures.....hmmm Maybe a thief. They are little and innocent and can take things if we told them to. What exactly he wanted and did have was beyond him though. He was a well taken care of dragon, there wasn't really anything that Doppel could drag to him.
At first he was a little saddened at the lack of response -his frill going slack and dormant - the wave was nice but he wanted to hear noise! Good thing Mimic filled him in on the child's knack for silence...but still he was still going to say hello. HIIII Babylove-littlefixer! Well if he was a quiet one, that just gave the brown salamandyr all the more reason to yabber on and on. Riaren must certainly be a good listener if he couldn't talk. He was just about to wriggle his way over to be (sorta) petted by the baby when Mimic licked him and then bounced over. Doppelganger gratefully accepted the nuzzles, but still wondered Quiet babylove taste yum? Maybe he should go taste too.
"Oh," he was hoping to hear a more...well a tamer explanation. He didn't know what, but he didn't want to imagine that the firelizard was killed. He wasn't innocent of course. He was guilty of many things as was to be expected of a man who survived Benden Weyr, but he still thought of himself as something better than that. He destroyed many lives and severed many men from their dragons, but he never killed someone's pet. What a shining example of moral superiority. "I hadn't heard," a half lie and he knew he would get caught in it, "I mean, we all heard, nothing Fort did went amiss...I just...um we didn't get names..." he didn't know how to put it. Being in a foreign land removed you not only physically but mentally from the situation. Even if they had counted the losses and remembered the names it would have been a meaningless bulk of information.
How cruel it was to be a man in Mi'rah's situation, he could only do his best to put his sympathies into words, but there was no actions he could take to heal the wounds, and he had an odd feeling that what he was going to say next wasn't going to help any either. Wasn't it a dirty word here? "Benden," he tried to say it plainly in his reply....kept it neutral enough as not to deny his past or take any kind of elitism out of it at the same time. He had decided that when he arrived here his past would be a non-subject - you answer what was asked of you and nothing else.
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Post by Avu on Oct 30, 2009 19:55:33 GMT -5
Jingth tilted her head slightly, considering for a moment. A quiet Mimic…such an anomaly surely could never occur. The brown’s enthusiasm made Hers happy, though. Jingth would suffer the obscene cheer if Hers didn’t mind it; the instant that MeiraLove did, though, the slave would be made to stop. Somehow. Somehow…oh, Jingth had many plans as to how this would be accomplished; she only had to narrow them down to one. Perhaps sometime when Hers was occupied at the Infirmary and the slave was on hand she’d run the ideas by him and see which quelled that nauseating joy. Hmm. A thief would be quite appropriate, the gold agreed pleasantly. Bribery works, I’d think. What would the slavetwin bring? They /are/ ridiculously small… Hmm. Maybe drag a piece of paper around…? How strong were they, anyway? I have not experimented, I am afraid, with what the slave can carry. We shall have to do that someday. We. Yes, we. Enslaving a creature, after all, did not simply mean one meeting and then never another; she had to see Kierjaarth again, didn’t she?
Yum is very, Mimic replied agreeably, before he actively bounced back within Riaren’s grasp; the baby immediately petted the Salamandyr. Clumsily, with an intent focus that only a baby could pull off while still looking completely solemn, chubby, small fingers ran down the brown’s body. Carefully, carefully; he didn’t want to hurt the Salamandyr, after all. Mimic licked his fingers to demonstrate how tasty the baby was to Doppelganger, and then crooned. Taste see? You see, eggmine, see how yum babylove. So yum, babylove~ So yum – he was bathed regularly, after all; he came before Mimic did when it came to Riaren’s bath and Mimic’s oiling and Jingth’s (the gold was still growing rapidly and daily oilings were in order for her, too). Taste like…liiiiike…like yum, the brown decided after a moment of intense thought. In fact, His was quite yummy too and he was willing to bet that his eggmine’s person was, too. Because everyone there, he loved so so much, so that meant they were perfect. And that must mean they were yummy, too. Because clearly, someone who was perfect could not possibly not be yummy.
Mi’rah’s explanation more or less completely confused the goldrider, but Meira was diplomatic enough not to admit it; she nodded once, slowly, before she looked down at Riaren again, something that had become a ready habit and excuse for looking away from whoever it was she was currently talking to if she wasn’t entirely comfortable with them, and half-smiled at the sight of the two Salamandyrs ranging around him. Cute. Either way, it was easier to let Mi’rah’s attempt at explaining go, and she swallowed nervously before the bronzerider offered his origin and she glanced up quickly, surprised. Benden. Old enough, new enough to Selenitas, to have been there most of the war, and he wasn’t…oh. She ought to have recognized his name, she supposed; bronzeriders were supposed to be known, but she’d…forgotten, or something, because she hadn’t.
“Oh,” she said softly, without thinking. “I’m – I should’ve recognized your name. Sorry.” Her nose crinkled in slight apology, even though half of Meira was certain it wouldn’t be necessary: Mi’rah reminded her of none of the more prominent bronzeriders at Benden. Annnd…she wasn’t quite sure what to say. She’d known it would have been one of the two ‘original’ Northern Weyrs, most likely – those that came from High Reaches tended to be…drugged, and Mi’rah didn’t seem like he was. But Benden…hmm. “Well,” Meira commented with a half-chuckle, looking down at Riaren again nervously, “I wouldn’t have guessed you were from Benden…” Because bronzeriders there tended to have inflated egos. The last was not added out of politeness, though. It just wouldn’t come out right…
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Post by Lotty on Nov 1, 2009 12:54:25 GMT -5
Very well. The enslavement of the salamandyr race was to begin as soon as possible. Or at least when Kierjaarth decided to abandon his nice cozy spot on the sands. Which probably wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He was sooo gloriously comfortable here...and who would try and upset a bronze dragon such as himself? A bronze dragon who was with the best queen ever at that. Ha. Agree Jingth-queen...we should investigate this...but I am not letting Mine know. He wouldn't approve of it. He ruffled his wings and shuffled back into the indention he made in the sand. He loved Mi'rah but the rider was just...well he wasn't as fun as he used to be. A long time ago Kierjaarth would have gotten away with bossing around Doppelganger, but the creature came to them much too late in life. A pity.
Doppelganger meanwhile was enamored with Riaren. He loved babies and if this one was yum then that made this all the more perfect. He squiggled over to the babe and rubbed his body against his hands and tickled his tail along the bare skin. Then as to be expected of him, he scurried up an arm to get a good lick of the baby's face. Really it resembled something closer to a kiss than a taste but it was all delicious none the less. Littlefixer is very yumm! A very great assessment. Then he popped over to Meira. He hadn't tasted her yet! Taste taste! And he licked once more before bounding over to Mimic and flinging himself on the twin. Eggmine peoples is best. Yes yes. It was official. All the best people were all in the same room together.
Mi'rah was suffering though. She shouldn't feel bad that she didn't recognize the name - though he realized that how could she unless she was once of Benden origin as well - and tried his best to reassure her that it was all of no offense to him. His wasn't a name that was trembled out of fear on the battlegrounds. No his was whispered in the halls of the weyr. When nobody else would do it, it was where is Mi'rah hiding at... When push came to shove and Benden needed more than just their brawn it was oh Mi'rah where are youuuu? And he was never one to take credit for the 'good' he did, so keeping him a secret was good for business.
"It's ok really..." a sheepish look and a hand to flick away the very notion. He was surprised that when he arrived that S'rei even recognized him...but when fellow bronzeriders were so few and far between up north he supposed it made something of a difference, "I just...I kept to myself..." his lame explanation...she probably already had figured his awkwardness by the way he squirmed in his seat and with the perfect comment: I wouldn’t have guessed you were from Benden… Who would? He didn't look very much like a Bendenite and didn't act like most of the bronzeriders there. Well, he didn't act very much like bronzeriders anywhere. He shrugged, "Most people wouldn't guess that I was a bronzerider either. I like surprising people with that..."
He still needed to satisfy his own curiosities then, "So...how about you? Are you Selenitas born and raised?" Because he somewhat suspected that she wasn't.
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Post by Avu on Nov 1, 2009 16:09:19 GMT -5
Jingth-queen. Had he called her that before? Jingth certainly did not mind the addition to her name, though. ‘Queen’ emphasized her superiority to all, and that made her preen internally, the outward display coming in that her eyes whirled faster, deeper shades of blue and green. Vain, Jingth was; being called ‘queen’ pleased her. Queen of the Weyr – queen over Millieth and Hepaticath both. Queen over any other gold. Wouldn’t he? Even if it was in a purely scientific nature? Jingth inquired; there was a silky note to her voice that indicated the gold at her most devious. He will not be worried if the slaves begin to vanish away from him while they are in our service? I think we could convince him to let us… Our. We. Us. The words were deliberately used to indicate a partnership. That way you will not get in trouble with him later. He does not, you know, need to know the /full/ truth… Her eyes closed quietly for a moment before they opened, narrowed. Personally, I believe I shall see if we can’t get the slaves to help with a certain problematic clutchsibling… Weith, beware; Jingth had Salamandyrs…
Pet, pet, pet. A smile brightened those dark green eyes, Riaren running his fingers carefully down Doppelganger’s back. Not the Salamandyr that slept curled up on top of him, but one that looked like him and was nice like him. Riaren liked him – actually, Riaren just liked Salamandyrs in general, given that all he’d come in contact with were nice. PMS. Mimic. Doppelganger. The baby had little fear of the creatures – fear for squashing them was the only negative emotion associated with them. Riaren held completely still as Doppelganger bounded up his arm to lick his cheek, blinking curiously at the Salamandyr and then turning to watch him lick Meira, who jolted slightly backwards in surprise before she flicked an indulgent smile at Doppelganger; she couldn’t help but like him. Mimic adored him, after all, and even if he hadn’t, it was hard not to like him. So sweet.
Best is everywhere! Mimic replied as his brother flung himself upon him; the brown Salamandyr sprawled flat on his back and craned his neck upwards to lick the tip of Doppelganger’s muzzle again. He’d never doubted that His was the very best, but it was nice to have his brother’s approval nonetheless. Love mine love babylove love you love goldthing love bronzething love loveYours. In no particular order. The point was that he liked them all; anyone that his brother liked had to be okay! He squirmed on his back for a moment before he rolled out from under his brother and then, back to the ‘playing’ idea, actively pounced on Doppelganger, deliberately rolling over his brother as to cushion his fall; he didn’t want to hurt his eggmine, after all! Love you play now? he inquired hopefully, after he’d gotten to his feet again; his tail flicked tauntingly. Because playing was so fun~
Oops. She’d made him uncomfortable again, hadn’t she? Meira blinked before she looked down at Riaren to hide her own discomfort; she hadn’t meant to upset him at all and she didn’t like to think that she had. She wasn’t really used to talking to someone who was just as…as socially awkward as she herself was; she wasn’t sure how it worked – was it this hard to talk to her? The thought made Meira want to squirm, too, but he spoke again and she glanced up quickly. Well – it was true; she wouldn’t have marked him as a bronzerider, but she didn’t quite know how to say so without sounding rude. Just – definitely not Benden bronzerider; they all seemed to be…a little more – deadly? A nod was the only answer she was comfortable with giving – because a nod couldn’t really be taken as much, could it? She didn’t want to make Mi’rah any more uncomfortable than he already seemed; part of her desire to make the bronzerider happy came directly from Mimic’s absolute adoration of Doppelganger. His question made her pause before she shook her head slowly.
“Mm – no, I’m not; I was born at Benden…the Weyr.” Far from the most pleasant place to grow up. At least Riaren would have a decent childhood…
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Post by Lotty on Nov 3, 2009 0:35:13 GMT -5
Science hmmm? Now she was talking. Mi'rah would definitely fall for it, he just loved collecting tidbits of knowledge like that. His eyes opened again, mostly to show off the bright colors that were absolutely swirling around. All the colors of the contentment spectrum spun 'round and 'round. Ohhh you are so very right.... Very smart Jingth was. These were the types he liked to associate himself with. Delighted rumbles. He wasn't for lying to his rider, but half truths were ok and so he was on board with this devious plan. I am quite excited about this little plan... What was this about a clutchbrother though? Hmm maybe little pranks were good for the first steps, but Kierjaarth liked to think on a grander scale, The slaves will be good for your problem I think...but we can do so much more.. Exactly what he wasn't sure, but there had to be something.
A catalogue of all the greatness in this corner of the room? Oh yes, very appropriate. Doppelganger approved of this assessment and nodded along chanting Yes yes best best yes yes best! And then...play time. Playing is the best. Rolling on the ground he was quick to bounce onto all fours and bow into an invitation for more; body arching and long tail practically wagging. Lets play very! Love eggymine! So sweet it was sickening. After a cutesy kitschy flare of his frill he pounced and reached out for his twin with his forelegs. Catch youuuuu! Apparently Doppel had decided they were playing some kind of tackle tag. Interesting.
Mi'rah had taken to watching them with mild interest. Their unabashed innocence had a way of tugging at his heart strings - but even more importantly they calmed him down and reassured him that...that well everything was going to be ok. It was a good thing that the salamandyrs were so close..otherwise the awkwardness between the weyrling and the bronzer would be unbearable - one of them would have fled by now. Of course without the salamandyrs there was a good chance that the two of them would have never met anyway; Mi'rah wasn't a recluse, at least not intentionally, but he did have a tendency to fly under the radar and let the people come to him. It was no wonder that most of his friends (well, former friends considering most of them were quite dead) were much...stronger personalities.
"Oh so you were born in Benden?" even he wasn't a complete Bendenite, and he felt like he was that much better because of it, "That's no place for a little girl to grow up...but I'm sure you are that much stronger because of that," because what didn't kill you only made you stronger right? So lucky that she managed to find her way south, he reflected on the thought for a moment, "I was born in Lemos myself. I was searched so I got a little bit of a childhood." The hold was rather pleasant, and as the son of the steward he couldn't complain too much.
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Post by Avu on Nov 5, 2009 17:15:25 GMT -5
Kierjaarth seemed pleased – and so, by default, so Jingth seemed to be, too; the gold’s neck arched slightly, the only outward sign of her pleased smugness at being able to come up with something; how exciting this was. Enslaved bronzes; wouldn’t Weith be jealous? Now that the bronze had invaded her thoughts, Jingth couldn’t help the flicker of vanity. Silly bronze; didn’t he know he hadn’t the slightest chance of besting her? Ah well; seeing him fall would be all the better. Oh, certainly, the gold weyrling replied pleasantly. It is best to start out small, though, is it not? We don’t want them to mess up in the middle of something bigger, after all… Her tail flicked from side to side lazily, and then curled around her haunches. This, I feel, would be an acceptable start. Unless you have another idea? she added courteously, though Jingth was positive that if she could make Mimic and Doppelganger make Weith suffer, she would even if Kierjaarth didn’t approve; the gold had yet to loose her hatchling hatred of her bronzebrother.
Ooh, yes, they were playing! Mimic actively bounced backwards so he could ‘bow’ in the manner of a canine, tail flipping into the air comically, before Doppelganger jumped at him; Mimic squeaked loudly and then slithered under his brother, tumbling tail over nose before he rolled onto his feet and slid around to face Doppelganger in a matter of seconds; excitement and delight bubbled within the brown Salamandyr. Ne’er catch me! he responded playfully; he skittered sideways, hopped twice, and then corrected firmly, Catch /eggmine/, not caught. With which statement, the Salamandyr actually threw himself at Doppelganger again, somersaulting over his brother’s head and managing to land on his feet before he frilled at the other brown and then bounced back – a challenge. Ne’er catch me see can! Bounce, bounce. So much fun.
Riaren actually cooed quietly; both hands had returned to curling around his young mother’s arm, but his gaze was intent upon the two Salamandyrs. A smile touched the soft, decidedly feminine lips, before his head leaned against Meira’s shoulder again tiredly; the baby was always out and about when his parents were, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get tired; oftentimes he just went to sleep on Meira’s shoulder. Watching the two Salamandyrs play and scramble around – so interesting. So quickly did they move that the baby’s eyes had a hard time keeping up with each separate entity; he couldn’t quite keep track of each wing. It didn’t frustrate him, though; far from – it only fascinated Riaren further, made him focus even more intently on the pair, blinking slowly.
Meira looked down at the baby curled within her arms in some slight surprise at the soft noise, but he didn’t look at her, and she merely turned her attention back to Mi’rah after a moment. A nod answered his question, since it was more – as far as Meira could tell – a rhetorical question as opposed to an actual query. A slight smile made her look down at Riaren before she shrugged one shoulder, and she answered honestly, quietly, “I’d hope so.” It wasn’t deliberately enigmatic; it was the truth – Meira didn’t consider herself very strong. Not after everything had happened; not after she’d lost Meisk and Zesa – because wanting to die, wanting it so badly – couldn’t be strong. She’d resisted because of Riaren, but she still hadn’t been able to cope, wouldn’t have been if not for Checkoth. Not strong. Still, Benden itself hadn’t been too bad; she tended to keeping her mouth firmly shut all the time, sticking around the people she knew she could count on for protection, and trying to go unnoticed. Not happy, not something she wanted to talk about. “Lemos Hold – I’m not familiar with – what’s it like there? If – if you don’t mind my asking…”
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Post by Lotty on Nov 8, 2009 21:09:09 GMT -5
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes....this was going to be good. Of course hardly anything stirred the bronze all too much so despite his utter excitement he stayed the stoic course - his eyes still the only key to his emotions. In his opinion that was enough, no need to get jumpy after all. Oh no no.... I looove your idea Jingth-Queen. He would never argue with the gold...but even more importantly he would never admit that he didn't have another idea. His whole reputation would be ruined if he didn't come up with anything...even His would poke fun at him for that. Let's start small...but when do you want to start this? The salamandyrs were both under the watchful eyes of their people, but Kierjaarth suspected that if Mi'rah were to ever be left alone with them he'd let them slip from his grasps; his rider had zero experience baby sitting anything.
Just when he thought he had him pinned! Doppelganger spun around to see his brother frill and daring to prove that his frill was bigger and better (despite the fact that they were twins) he opened his up and shook his head comically. All the while his mouth was slightly agape and making an attempt at a roar. Look at that! He was one of those wild felines...the big ones with all the extra hair at that! [i/]Rahhhhhhhr! Get'chu![/i][/color] With that he dashed forward to try again at catching his brother WHEEE! So much fun. Soooo love. But this time he would get him, yes he would!
It was a good thing that the salamandyrs stopped concerning themselves with Riaren so much. Simply for the fact that the love the little creature radiated for the infant made Mi'rah want to pick him up...and nobody wanted that. He had never picked up a baby, and doing so would surely be a disaster. He didn't even really know how, not that he would ever admit this and since he refused to admit his incompetence in the area of children, he instead kept his attention on the conversation with Meira.
He assumed that she was being modest with her answer of 'I'd hope so', or at least he hoped. He didn't know what exactly she had gone through in life, but she assumed that anyone who made it out of Benden and then Impressed a gold had to be made of something special. Faranth knew it wasn't easy living up north, Mi'rah had a hard enough time and he was a man. Little did he know that he employed the same survival method that Meira had - keeping quiet and getting by with a little help from friends.
A twinkle in his eyes when the thought of his formative turns at Lemos. It was very nice - as far as he could remember - it was hard to say, since it was a long time ago and a lot of bumps to the head since then, "Lots of forests and mountains...though I prefer the hills...umm," what else could he tell her about it? He couldn't tell her about the times after he already 'left' the hold and he had to hide and wait in the underbrush for the poor unfortunate Fort Rider who dared get caught in Benden territory. There had to be a better subject. A thought popped into his head, "My father was the steward and I adored my mother. I had an older brother and we would beat each other up... Hmmm I don't know, what else do you want to know about it?
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Post by Avu on Nov 9, 2009 17:46:58 GMT -5
Oh, so he liked her idea, did he? Jingth closed her eyes in quiet satisfaction; clearly at least one bronze still possessed some common sense, even if the majority of them seemed to lack it entirely. See: Weith – and to some extent Ciceroth and Salenth for fawning over the other queens. Oh, she supposed it was to be expected, at least until she was old enough to Rise – but until then…back to the plan. Her head tilted slightly, eyes opening into narrowed slits, at Kierjaarth’s question, and the gold actively coiled herself up thoughtfully, claws absently shredding the ground underfoot. Her mind was busy, rapidly concocting a plan. Jingth liked plans; she almost always had one for anything, no matter how small, though she rarely actually mentioned it because it always ended up playing out the way she wanted without the need of mentioning it; why bother? As soon as possible, she decided briskly after a moment; her tail twitched minutely at the tip. Can you get your slave away from Yours? I can mine except at night and in the early mornings. I have Weyrling Lessons, and a slightly condescending note slipped into the last two words, in the mornings as well…the afternoon would work for you? Hers had to go to the Infirmary most of the time and she took the hatchling with her, and Mimic could stay with Jingth in that time. Surely.
Oblivious to being plotted over, Mimic squealed excitedly at his brother’s attempt at roaring; his frill fanned out again and he scrambled backwards in mock fear so rapidly that he actually tangled his tail around his feet and fell comically over – in time to have Doppelganger smack into him; Mimic latched onto Doppelganger tightly and wound his tail around his brother’s feet, trying to trip him up, too, though his body was twisted to make sure that if Doppelganger did fall, it would be him, not his brother, on the bottom of the pile before he thrashed (carefully as not to scratch his brother by mistake or hit him with a stray wing) and squeaked again. Scary scary love scary eggmine, the Salamandyr squealed, rendered only half-coherent in his excitement. Rahhhr scary loooove you! So scary, so love. Rahhr. Ooh, terrifying: roaring brown half-grown Salamandyr – absolutely horrifying, wasn’t he? Mimic squeaked again happily. So exciting.
Riaren’s gaze still focused intently upon the two Salamandyrs, small hands clasping together before one wormed upwards so he could suck on his fist curiously; the baby’s gaze never left the pair and the radiated emotions and words did not deter him in the least; he was used to them. Mimic was always around him and even though Jingth had never bespoken him, he was used to it coming from Mimic, so why wouldn’t the Mimic-twin do it too? The thoughts weren’t developed in so many words; it was just logic without intent of such. Dark green eyes blinked solemnly, watching carefully even as Meira shifted the baby gently into a position more comfortable for her.
The goldrider’s gaze flickered momentarily down to the pair of Salamandyrs, and blatant amusement flashed across her face before she looked down at Riaren and then back up at Mi’rah; the ‘checkup’ took little more than a second and it was purely out of instinct. She always checked on Riaren, even woke up multiple times in the middle of the night terrified that something had happened to him when nothing had. The description of Lemos Hold made her head tilt slightly in curiosity as both arms wrapped securely around Riaren, Meira pressing her cheek against the top of the baby’s head adoringly. “It sounds like it was nice there,” she commented quietly, idly – the only real forests she’d ever seen were the rainforests at Selenitas, but it was rare she went there for sightseeing; normally it was to access a shaded part of the river so she could bathe Jingth without being sunburned because she did burn hopelessly – see paleness. But a cool climate, a forest – it did sound nice. The description of his family sounded nice, too – not something that Riaren could have, seeing as she and R’wign weren’t a couple, but hopefully it wouldn’t be lacking given that they were friends.
His question took her by surprise, though; Meira blinked before she chewed on her lip thoughtfully for a moment before she shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “I – I’ve never been in a Hold for very long before – what’s to know?”
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Post by Lotty on Nov 10, 2009 21:08:38 GMT -5
Kierjaarth would make it work…one way or another. Sure, the salamandyr did have a habit of staying with Mi’rah at seemingly all times, but the bronze did not accept failure. He would have to find the time to meet the gold (and favorite gold at that) so that together they could enact the simply genius plan they were forging. Stretching his forelimbs out in the sand he cocked his head to the side thinking of the busy (not really) schedule ahead of him. Yes…yes I can do it. though it would no doubt be hard. The day was usually filled with drills, but after those were over maybe he could convince His that a dinner without the slave twin would be good for him. You know, a little rest and relaxation? Shall we meet here or somewhere else? Or rather, do we want to be seen? This should really be a secret, can’t have all the other dragons jealous.
Yes! Yes! Be very afraid Mimic! This was Doppelganger! Hear him ROAR! And then another ball of mandyr. The brown didn’t actually plan out what he was going to do besides catch his twin, so when he made contact and rolled around he could only eep. Unknown to him was his brother’s perfect maneuvering is what brought him to the top. With a half-hearted pin, the smaller of the two pushed his snout forward to come face to face with the other, Love you! You go!? It was only fair after all. You have to take turns otherwise it isn’t as fun. Frilling one more time Doppel rolled off Mimic and returned to all fours again with his tail nearly wagging. Love eggmine! Catch me! Eggymine it! You rahhr! He was positive that Mimic would make the best roar ever.
Mi’rah was oblivious to the family arrangements Meira had with R’wign. He knew better than to assume anything in a weyr, but he liked to think that whatever life the baby boy had growing up in the South would be a good one, and for that reason he made no sympathetic gesture, there was no need for one. Instead the bronzerider was more than happy to talk freely about whatever the weyrling wanted to hear – just so long as she was interested. He carried on, stalling in his thoughts when she reminded him that she had never stayed in a hold long enough to even ask a lot of questions. His hands clasped together and he leaned forward ever so slightly, “Thank you…it was nice. I was afraid I wouldn’t do it justice. I had a wingleader once who told me I told boring stories…” The man had been teasing when he had said that, but Mi’rah had a tendency to take the words of authority at face value.
“Umm. I guess there isn’t a whole lot to know about holds. Lots more farming…news gets there slower..everything moves slower,” oh geeze. He didn’t even really know where to start when it came to holds, “it’s just a different way of life, and I guess every hold is different. If you have a bad Lord then that makes a big difference…” but Mi’rah would never say a right out bad thing about one of them. He could only insult people in a very round about way.
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