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Post by Avu on Nov 11, 2009 12:16:49 GMT -5
So he could do it. Oh, she’d picked a good bronzeslave. Jingth’s eyes narrowed in quiet approval, tail curling around her haunches again before it uncoiled like a fern, gleaming golden in the sun. His question was met with another slight flick of her tail – good bronze, very good, leaving the actual planning and decisions to her. He’d make a very good minion, he would. There was no thought behind the answer, though; Jingth knew instantly what it would be. Of course they didn’t want anything too public; that was silly. Not too private either, though – she wanted it known that she had staked her claim on Kierjaarth. And people and other dragons mustn’t know what they were doing…Not here, the gold stated calmly. Too public. Salamandyrs broadcast. There is another spot by the Weyrling Barracks…? The image was supplied to the bronze, a light brush. It wasn’t secluded, easy to go to without arousing any suspicion, shaded by trees next to the river by the Weyrling Barracks. A place Jingth knew well and liked very much; she knew just how to get comfortable there, did the gold – it was nice here, too, but this spot by the Barracks was right in the sun and it was so easy to be spotted. Not at all her intention. Once you get your slave from Yours, let me know and I’ll be sure to meet you with /my/ slave.
Doppelganger was tempting him, being that close. Mimic crooned at his brother, and when the other brown leaned down, the Salamandyr stuck out his own neck to swipe his tongue across his eggmine’s nose in a blatant display of affection; if Salamandyrs could giggle, Mimic would be: He was just that happy, that excited, about their game. So much fun. Mimic go, he agreed, rolling to his feet as his brother’s weight disappeared from on top of him – inwardly, the brown was delighted his twisting had worked so well. He’d much rather be pinned down than smack into a wall or something because he was too proud to end up on the bottom. He loved his brother; he wouldn’t make fun of him for it! His forequarters lowered playfully, tail actively swinging from side to side, before Mimic pounced at Doppelganger, ‘roaring’ enthusiastically. Grahhgggrrroooaaar, caught yoooooouuu~ Maybe. Given that he’d just barely left the ground (or table, to be precise) upon uttering those words and was in midair, he hadn’t technically caught Doppelganger yet…but he would! …hopefully?
“Oh…” The word was murmured in a mixture of surprise and sympathy at the bronzerider’s comment; Meira blinked twice. She’d always assumed that bronzeriders showed each other some civility – politeness, even if it was obviously fake; apparently not? Bronzeriders in general just weren’t friendly, but surely to other bronzeriders…hum. Her chin came to rest on Riaren’s head as the baby pressed back against her comfortably, gaze still focused curiously on Mimic and Doppelganger; he had the sense not to grab for the two Salamandyrs for the moment. “Not very nice of him…” Or very truthful; Mi’rah’s stories weren’t boring. Actually, they were quite short, and Meira did honestly care about how Holds operated. She supposed she’d have to know, too; what exactly did Junior Weyrwomen do…? She’d have to ask Savitri sometime, because Meira honestly had no idea; Weyr politics had never concerned her before.
His explanation made her head tilt curiously, trying to picture it – she’d been to Selenitas and Blossom Holds for Gathers, of course, but that wasn’t generic Hold life. “Oh…kay…” The word was drawn out curiously before she bit her lip, glancing down at Mimic and Doppelganger for a moment. “Most of the Holds in the North – are they okay…do you know…?” Of all the places to be born, Benden Weyr certainly didn’t top the list as the best; she was vaguely curious – Mi’rah had apparently been born in a Northern Hold and it had been nice there – sounded nice – at least, for a boy it had been nice. A girl…?
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Post by Lotty on Nov 12, 2009 18:48:04 GMT -5
The Weyrling Barracks? It would have to do. Of course the bronze would feel a little silly being anywhere near the barracks since he was so old…a veteran really, and to be near the goof off weyrlings who could barely fly meant the risk of being mistaken for one by proxy. Ew. Nevermind the fact that Jingth was very much a weyrling still and he had absolutely no qualms with being around her, proof that sometimes it helped to be shiny. Oh well, couldn’t leave the lady hanging now could we? That would reek of hesitation, and he knew she wouldn’t take too kindly to that at all. Very well then we shall get started in the afternoon as soon as possible… You had to indoctrinate these salamandyrs while they were still younger and their brains malleable. Right now they were just lumps of clay but the two of them would mold those slavetwins into something valuable.
Doppelganger was valuable already though. Very valuable to his Mine, and equally important to his eggmine who was so yum! Yes, as if that hadn’t been covered a hundred times now. He was bouncing in place while Mimic tried his attempt at a roar. A very good first try! Best first try really… and so caught up by his approval of the other mandyr’s roars, he sort of…forgot what they were playing. Before he knew it, his favorite clutch sibling was in the air and about to land right on him! EEEK! EGGMINE! Doppel was only able to fit in one more quiver of fear before his brother could flop right on him, but no harm done, he was made for this kind of stuff. Caught meeee! Love youuuu!
“Oh,” was his initial reply back to her. He – for a moment – felt confused. He didn’t think of his wingleader being unkind…of course telling him that his stories were boring and generally treating him like a total weenie wasn’t exactly examples of being nice either, but Mi’rah was always under the impression that was just what men did. That was how you acted. N’na never beat him, never asked of him something he couldn’t do, didn’t throw things at him (like some people who would go unnamed), but he did do and say some weird things, and Mi’rah was always willing to forgive him of that for the simple fact that he had protected him weyr politics for so long. He thought about this for a moment…the people in that wing, they were his friends, and they were all gone now, “I just…I don’t. I mean I don’t think it was that bad. I mean…he was just trying to help me out…”
Grinning nervously, he tried not to drift back into memory, saved by the question of other northern holds. Oh no. Some of them were bad. Really bad, “Not all of them, no…. Bitra…Bitra is a place you never want to go, it’s no place for a nice girl like you…” it was sort of ironic coming from him. As if he had never visited Bitra…ha. He paused for a moment as he thought some more, where were some other places he could discourage her from visiting? Well, “Nothing is quite as bad as Bitra, but I think Lemos was so nice because it was so far away from the Weyrs…maybe?” Oh he felt a little bad for saying that. Dragonriders weren’t supposed to be so disparaging about their places of Impression.
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Post by Avu on Nov 12, 2009 20:37:05 GMT -5
Yes, Jingth was lazy. Yes, that was why she had chosen the spot she had. It was a place she knew well, yes; somewhere she felt safe discussing such plots with Kierjaarth, but it was also a short walk/glide for her. So convenient. The gold dragon’s tail tip was in motion, flicking one way then the other, while the majority of her tail was completely still – her likeness to a feline had never been as obvious as that moment, sprawled on her belly with her wings folded neatly, head lifted and her eyes half-closed. Very good. As soon as possible. Her head tilted before the female curled; was there anything more to say? As far as Jingth was concerned, there wasn’t – only to be considered, plotted, thought out carefully, and she very well couldn’t do that as deeply as she would like if she was talking. Until then, I shall be thinking of what we can use them for. I hope you’ll be doing likewise? The words were in the form of a request, but as far as Jingth was concerned, it was less request and more order; Kierjaarth would, wouldn’t he? One idea is a start, of course, but it’s better to have too many than too few…
Mimic squealed as he hit Doppelganger from above; his frill fanned out enthusiastically on instinct as he wrapped both forepaws around his brown eggbrother and clung tightly, determined; he’d caaaught him, he’d caaaaught him! Excitement! The brown flopped across his brother affectionately, leaning forward to rub his head against Doppelganger’s, though this time he didn’t lick him – he knew his eggmine was yummy, after all. Roaaaar, he stated happily, positively cooing the word and very neatly stealing away any fear associated with the sound. Caught you, I did. Roaaaar caught! And then, on sudden inspiration, Mimic leapt off of his brother and darted away as fast as his legs could carry him, calling out, Tag! Tag lovemine iiiiit! Is it! He leapt, both wings fanning out, into the bowl of meat, his momentum carrying him smack into the other side of the bowl; it teetered unsteadily, but Mimic didn’t notice in his excitement, simply scrabbling upwards, glancing behind him to see if Doppelganger was close enough to ‘tag’ him.
Not – what? Meira crinkled her nose without meaning to, absently shifting in her seat by crossing her legs so she could settle Riaren more comfortably in her lap. Personally, she couldn’t see any way that telling someone that their stories (and, by extension, them) wasn’t rude. Benden it might have been, but there was still a such thing as manners and it wasn’t something that she would have ever said. It just wasn’t right. “Umm,” she responded, slightly confused; maybe it had been voiced politely, but Meira honestly didn’t see how it could have been. “Well, maybe, but…” A slightly self-disparaging laugh; she didn’t know what she was getting at. “Um, I don’t know; it just doesn’t seem – polite, I guess.” Personal opinion was one thing; actually saying it out loud as another. A quick glance at the Salamandyrs at Riaren’s warning gurgle, and Meira quickly reached out to steady the bowl of meat, which had been wobbling dangerously; how Mimic and Doppelganger could play so enthusiastically with bellies so full completely evaded her.
The mention of Bitra made a startled look cross the goldweyrling’s face, though, and she bounced Riaren slightly, earning a pleased smile from the baby at the half-attention bequeathed to him. “Oh…I know about Bitra, yes…” Not a place she’d ever been, but it wasn’t exactly a secret, the corruption of the Hold. The term ‘nice girl’ made her blink before she glanced away again, slightly uncomfortable; it emphasized just how young she was. Seventeen Turns – as opposed to his – what? She didn’t know, but Mi’rah was obviously much older than she and it was strange to feel such an instant camaraderie. Thank you, Mimic. A slight shrug, and she added, “But yeah – that’d probably explain it. Kind of backwards in the South, isn’t it…?” Or – somewhat. Meira had the vague feeling that her geography wasn’t quite correct; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked at a map of the South. Blossom and Selenitas were the two closest Holds to the Weyr, though, and they were the most supportive…or so she thought. Maybe. Hmm.
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Post by Lotty on Nov 15, 2009 2:20:28 GMT -5
Of course I will come up with my best ideas for you my queen… A dangerous promise to make, but then again what bronze dragon wasn’t willing to stick his neck out there for a pretty gold dragon? Well, it didn’t matter, Kierjaarth would, and pleased with what he assumed was the natural conclusion to a conversation, again closed his eyes and fell into a shallow sleep. If Jingth had anything else to add he’d happily wake up for her, but as it was he felt tucked in by a blanket of warm sunlight and it seemed like a crime not to take advantage of a riverside nap.
Rub, rub, nuzzle. Cuddles with eggmine were good…really he didn’t like to be away from Mimic at all if he could help it, but that was probably due to all those days living in the same egg with him. Oh he loved snuggles with all of his loves, but Mimicloves were different. Different good….but hey! Where was he going? Run away I catch no hiding eggmine! And of course, the salamandyr bounded right after the twin. At the speed the little creatures managed to race around most probably couldn’t tell the two apart. Of course Mi’rah could, he sensed which one was his, he saw subtle differences, but that was beyond the point. Doppelganger dove into the bowl, and splashed about little puddles of left over juices as the bowl swirled around until steadied. Oh the good fixer did that! So helpful! Thank you! Love eggmine His. Now with their little world still again he could resume the game. He was so close to his brother he was, GOTCHA LOVE YOUS!
“It’s I just….um…it wasn’t a big deal, it’s all in the past…” but clearly it wasn’t, otherwise he wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. He absolutely worshipped his old wingleader and wingsecond…even if they had bad ideas sometimes they only ever said vaguely mean things. They just wanted to help him, he was convinced of this, but he didn’t have to convince anyone else. So he was willing to let Meira call it impolite. Everyone was entitled to their own opinion after all, unless you were a woman and you were up north, but good thing that wasn’t the case.
Bitra was a nasty place, but that was common knowledge. He didn’t really know a single thing about the south though, for all he knew there could be a hold that rivaled the seedy place…but he did know Blossom, if only because they were the ones with the wine right? He wasn’t going to mention that though, it would make him sound like a total lush, and he certainly didn’t think that his drinking habits were anything beyond moderate. No instead he’d talk about the “backwards” nature of the south, “Sometimes, maybe backwards is ok? Like, I – I don’t think of it as backwards, just different…” He rubbed his hands together mumbling something about how wishy washy he was.
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Post by Avu on Nov 15, 2009 13:55:50 GMT -5
Good bronze. Jingth closed her eyes approvingly, twitching her tail slightly, she gave a slight nod to display more obviously that she was pleased with the answer that Kierjaarth had offered. She didn’t bespeak the bronze again, though; he looked as if he wished to sleep and Jingth was fine with such an idea. It was a good one. The gold did not curl up to sleep; she was comfortable enough that she simply sprawled out longer, resting her head along crossed forepaws, shifting carefully. Her tail curled around her haunches snugly, and both wings spread to drape across the ground to better feel the sunlight all over. How she liked the warmth…but Jingth did not sleep. She dozed, yes; her eyes did close, the first two transparent eyelids completely shut, the third half-closed idly, and she was completely still, giving every appearance of being asleep, but she wasn’t. If Kierjaarth wished to sleep, she wouldn’t disturb or distract him (and she could stay still for impossible lengths of time) but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t eavesdrop on what LoveHers and the Mimicslave were up to…no point in wasting time.
The bowl spun dizzyingly – and oh! Looove you fixer! Mimic informed Meira, the adoration in his voice undeniable before he squealed, springing at the side of the bowl in an effort the escape being tagged by Doppelganger – too late to avoid it, and too late to stop his headlong leap; he squeaked in surprise before he actively tumbled, absolutely graceless, out of the bowl. Only by sheer luck did he manage to land on all fours, and spun around to look up at Doppelganger. Got me eggmine, got Mimic. Am it! Gonna getchu… Yes, yes he would. He gave Doppelganger a minute of pause to start running away before (whether or not he actually had run) Mimic leapt at the top of the bowl again, catching the rim with his forepaws and thrashing to get in. Unfortunately, his weight was too much for the almost-empty bowl and it toppled over, so sharply that Mimic squealed and bounced/scrambled backwards in surprise, frill fanning out; if Doppelganger was unlucky enough to be in the bowl, chances were he’d be catapulted out – or just fall flat. Ooh. So sorry! So sorry. Bad. So sorry…
A shrug was the only response to his wingleader’s comment; Meira still didn’t see how it could possibly be polite (though, ironically, had someone told her that, she wouldn’t have defended herself), but clearly Mi’rah didn’t seem to want to consider that it had been a rude statement, and – like he’d said, it wasn’t something could be fixed now. But…talking of Holds was strange to her. They weren’t – yet – something that affected her directly, though they might in the future, and it was just – odd, because she didn’t know, and Meira was aware anything she said would be lacking in conviction, would, in the end, just be what she heard from other people. It wasn’t comfortable. “Oh – no, it is good…”
Clatter.
Meira jumped visibly as Riaren squealed audibly; the baby’s green eyes were fixed upon the bowl, which rolled drunkenly on its side, spilling meat as it went, a certain brown Salamandyr bouncing alongside anxiously and squeaking as he tried to stop its path, tripping and leaping over pieces of meat, eyes whirling in shame. His fault his fault all his fault. His upset made Meira blink before catching the bowl; Mimic leapt onto her wrist, leaving smears of blood from his recent meal on her skin. Eggymine! Hurt not pleaaase fixerlovemine! Fix eggmine is hurt? So sorry! My fault, soooo sorry. Bounce, bounce; his tail slid around Meira’s wrist to secure himself. Riaren squealed softly again, in what was clearly an attempt at echoing Mimic’s previous squeal, reaching out to grab the Salamandyr’s tail gently, as reassuring as a baby could be. But the brown Salamandyr’s distress made Meira turn to look for Doppelganger, eyes widening anxiously before her gaze flicked to Mi’rah.
“He’s not hurt, is he?”
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Post by Lotty on Nov 17, 2009 17:55:04 GMT -5
"I - I...I don't think so?"
Though he did feel an intense pang of panic. Doppelganger should be ok....really he should. He was just a little...clonked out so to speak. A moment the salmandyr was just fine, really he was very excited that he caught his eggbrother. Enough that the little brown twin frilled excitedly and couldn't help but bet completely beside himself. Trilling he announced his victory - he wasn't a bragger, but he was prone to being a little caught in the moment. Caught you! Come get me won't! Try! Try! Oh the wonders of broken language. It was the sentiment that mattered, though, especially since he was quickly interrupted by what was to follow.
A young hatching wasn't gifted with knowledge of physics...of course the creatures wouldn't understand that weight on the lip of an empty bowl was not good news - that it would send the usually flightless creature airborne. Doppelganger didn't even think to flip open his wings, at very least his obnoxiously large frill was open to serve as a buffer, but his landing wasn't exactly softened by this. What goes up must come down after all, and the brown hit the table with a plop! When the dust figuratively settled there was Doppel sprawled out on the table and stars spinning around his head. He lifted his head with a drunken sort of lethargy and reassured his apologetic eggmine that it was all ok! Well, in a sort of goofy, dazed way, Hurt not...pretty pretty...looooooovvvvveee you? And he was out for the count again.
Mi'rah was quick to sweep his bonded up in his hands so that he could cradle him close and try and shake him - gently - back awake. Half worried and half amused the bronzerider prodded the salamandyr and tried to reason him back to consciousness, as if logic somehow had something to do with this all, "Doppel...Doppel," he poked a little more fervently, "stop fooling around....Doppel...its not...its not....pleaseeee..." but before the man could begin to fret over him little friend the brown opened his eyes again with a flutter to greet his most favoritest person...Lovvvvveeee Rahrahmine, no woorrryyy! And then there was a flick of salamandyr tongue, this was probably the first time that Mi'rah had ever been relieved to be licked.
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Post by Avu on Nov 17, 2009 20:22:56 GMT -5
What was wrong with him WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM!?
Mimic’s panic almost made Meira twitch visibly. She could understand the Salamandyr’s reasoning behind his upset, but having him so, so agitated made her want to panic too. Ironically, Mimic was never like this when it came to patients; the brown always helped calm her nerves when it came to the Infirmary. Doppelganger, though, she knew without words, was special the idea of his having hurt his eggbrother would have sent the brown into hysterical tears if Salamandyrs could cry and if Riaren, who had, grabbing the table, pulled himself into a standing position (Meira had shifted to allow his feet access to the bench beneath her) and tugged on the brown’s tail gently, crooning – there was no other way to describe the sound – at him, even if the baby wasn’t quite sure what was wrong; the alarm that was broadcasted from Mimic was reason enough to him. The brown’s upset faded to a more manageable level, and Meira wound both arms around Riaren, reassuring; she didn’t know whether or not the baby would be actually upset because of Mimic.
Mi’rah’s words made her glance anxiously from him back to Doppelganger in time to see the brown Salamandyr lifted his head up. And he – he looked drunk. Meira blinked twice, nervously, repressing the urge to reach out to him. She’d taken the basic dragonhealing classes, but she wasn’t good at it, certainly wouldn’t trust herself with a Salamandyr; the Healer healed people, not draconic patients: She left that to people who knew how to. Her fingers locked around Riaren’s stomach, the goldrider pressing her chin against her son’s shoulder. It was mostly because of her supporting him from behind that the boy was able to stand – otherwise, likely he’d still be sitting. He liked standing, though. Tiny fingers tugged gently on Mimic, the brown Salamandyr allowing the ‘petting’ to continue in a terrified silence as he goggled anxiously at Doppelganger and Mi’rah; the bronzerider’s attempts to get his favorite eggbrother ever (and only eggbrother ever, but that was beside the point) to revive made the Salamandyr writhe, positively frantic with worry, and then –
LOVE! The one word was squealed in an ecstasy of excited delight, and Mimic launched himself free of Riaren’s grasp; the baby half-fell and half-settled back against his young mother, who caught him and kissed his cheek absently comfortingly to make up for Mimic’s departure. The Salamandyr smacked against the table, throwing himself up at Mi’rah’s hand, and then promptly tried to curl up around his brother, licking him on the forehead busily, as fussily as a mother canine might her newborn pup. Scared Mimic, eggmine did. So scared, the brown informed Doppelganger agitatedly. So so scared. Never again, love you looove never ever ‘gain make scary. Never please promise? The brown paused, and then turned to lick Mi’rah, tongue rasping over his thumb pad. Thanks eggminefixer. Love you fix~ He’d fixed his brother, so he was a fixer too, right? Not like His – His was the best ever, after all – but a fixer, still.
The slave’s twin is not permanently damaged? Jingth inquired. It would be a lie to say that the gold truly cared about Doppelganger’s well-being past the fact that they certainly could not use a stupid Salamandyr (she and Kierjaarth, that was). I trust you will not take offense, LoveMine, if I say that was /quite/ amusing? And it was; not every day you saw a Salamandyr catapulted from a bowl of meat. Hmm.
The desire to laugh hysterically rose, a mixture of amusement at Jingth’s comment and a ridiculous amount of relief on Mimic’s part; Meira shivered slightly, still unused to the mix of emotions. She’d dealt with Meisk and Zesa before, but the pair were both so mild – neither had affected her to the extent that Jingth and Mimic both were, and certainly they’d never clashed so sharply. Her mind brushed against Jingth’s before she reached out to stroke Doppelganger gingerly along the back, glancing up anxiously at Mi’rah. “I’m so sorry.” The words were low, but blurted out. “I – Mimic didn’t mean to – he really is…and so am I; he’s okay now…? Completely okay…?”
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Post by Lotty on Nov 23, 2009 18:47:04 GMT -5
Mi'rah couldn't help but be....well the only word for it would be relieved. His Doppelganger was ok! He couldn't say he had ever felt so afraid for a bonded before. No belittling of his relationship with Kierjaarth, that would always be strongest after almost twenty turns together, but the bronze just wasn't a dragon that needed that kind of attention. He was scary smart, independent, and you just can't last that long on Pern and lose many fights. There had never been a time in their history when the man had to worry about the dragon - although the dragon certainly had moments of great concern for Mi'rah, if only because he was just as clumsy as the brown mandyr. No, Doppelganger was just so small and so innocent and so vulnerable and he adored the hatchling. He really did.
The salamandyr was just rising to it's little feet when Mimic bounced on over to share space on the rider's hands, much to the delight of everyone. Tilting his head, Mi'rah smiled mildly at the two brothers, how caring they were...Doppel was leaning into the licks from Mimic because his spit was something special. The brown promised again and again that he would never scare the brother again, though that wasn't a promise that really couldn't be made could it? So sorry! Sooooo sorry! No scare eggmine promise! Never ever 'gain Doppel promises~ The long serpentine tail of the mandyr reached out for his brother's, and once again twisted around tight, but this time it was different, they were shaking on this deal - tail swear!
It was funny to hear someone as apologetic as he was. What was this? Opposite day? Hmmm, well, it should be the least of his surprises since coming to Selenitas really, and how could he complain? It wasn't a bad surprise. If he had a hand free he would flick away the goldweyrling's concern with a wave, but as it was with the girl petting Doppelganger and Mimic still with his brother, he wasn't going to make any fast moves, "No, no. Don't worry about it, it was an accident and accidents happen right? I'm not going to be mad or anything about it," she wasn't concered that he was angry with her was she? "All that matters is that Doppel is right as rain..." and even if he wasn't he still probably wouldn't harbor an ill thought towards Mimic or Meira, "and I am pretty sure that those two will be back to plenty of antics..."
No worry goodfixer! Doppel no owwies!
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Post by Avu on Nov 25, 2009 16:41:41 GMT -5
He’d promised. And of course that meant that never again would another accident dare befall them – ever. Of course. That accidents could hardly be stopped (hence their being called ‘accidents’) did not dawn on Mimic; Doppelganger would never ever lie to him (of this he was sure) and if he promised that there would be no more frightening accidents ever again, of course there wouldn’t be. The logic made perfect sense to him, at any rate, and the brown Salamandyr cooed affectionately, still licking Doppelganger on top of his head soothingly. The quick rasp of his tongue across his brother’s hide served to calm his own nerves too; his brother was here. Still okay. Still loving. Still good. His tail twisted ever tighter around his brother’s, affectionately, fervently shaking on the agreement, but even after the up-and-down motion had ceased, Mimic didn’t let go. He didn’t want to let go of his brother. Ever ever again. Well…maybe just for a little while, anyway, because Riaren was holding out his fingers towards him hopefully, and Mimic couldn’t deny Riaren, ever.
Meira smiled briefly at Mi’rah’s assurances; it was mostly for Mimic that she’d been so upset – if Mi’rah had actually blamed the brown, it would likely result in Mimic being absolutely heartbroken. That would mean he couldn’t visit his favorite brother, wouldn’t it? And that would be distressing, so distressing, for Mimic. And Meira didn’t want the brown Salamandyr to ever be hurt, either emotionally or physically. So far, this had been remarkably easy – Mimic seemed to absolutely worship whatever she did and he had yet to feel even the slightest prick of agitation with her or Riaren. Clumsy fingers – one would have thought most Salamandyrs couldn’t stand them, but Mimic was so…laid-back. A slight laugh left her lips at the bronzerider’s words and her nose crinkled in amusement at the pair before she retracted her hand to wind both arms around Riaren’s midriff again, chin still pressed gently against her son’s shoulder. The baby’s hand was still out, supplicating, towards Mimic, green eyes solemn.
Doppelganger’s comment to His made Mimic lick his brother right across the cheek, pleased, as Meira flicked a smile at her Salamandyr’s twin. “Are you sure…?” she asked anxiously as Mimic turned in a small circle, licking Mi’rah once more, before he leapt from the bronzerider’s hand to Riaren’s, curling his tail around the baby’s wrist as Riaren retracted it and began to clumsily stroke “his” Salamandyr, the baby smiling silently up at Mi’rah and Doppelganger. Meira touched Mimic’s tail gently with her fingers before she went on, “I’ve got to go the Infirmary – soon, probably now – if you want me to take him and ask Kalierre if he’s okay, I can…I mean, he’s still a baby and – I don’t know, I’m worried.” The last two were admitted with a slightly self-disparaging laugh; she shouldn’t worry so, probably, but…she did. “I mean, you probably can’t come, but will he come with me and Mimic…? He can stay there and play with Mimic, probably, if you don’t want him running around by himself afterwards…”
And Mimic’s ecstatic croon made it clear that he approved of this idea. The brown Salamandyr was busily licking Riaren’s hands and rubbing against them, the boy leaning back against Meira, completely focused on the lizard, but Mimic could always spare a moment for his favorite eggbrother – always.
You’re going straight to the Infirmary? Jingth inquired, sounding slightly put out. I won’t get to see you. Or the hatchling. It isn’t manners to ditch Kierjaarth, you know, or I’m sure he’ll be most upset once he wakes. Her eyes whirled a slightly quickening shade of green at the thought, but Jingth wouldn’t; she valued Kierjaarth as a plotting partner above that, after all. At Meira’s slightly amused acquiescence, the gold huffed quietly. Do take a break at lunch, then, and come see me if Kierjaarth hasn’t woken up by then? He may be good company when he’s awake, but he certainly /isn’t/ when he’s asleep.
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Nov 26, 2009 20:48:14 GMT -5
When Mimic had jumped off and out of his hands the bronzerider couldn't help but pull his salamandyr back towards him; cradling the little brown in an odd way, and having a very hard time parting with him. My Doppelganger. He only relented after realizing how selfish he was being, he didn't need to keep his bonded all to himself, he already Impressed him and had his heart, what coud he possibly miss out on? Meanwhile, Doppel for all of his love of Mi'rah didn't like being kept away in the dark anyway - pinned between those hands and the chest was sooooo stuffy. Rahrah let go! See eggmine love!? Love you pleaseee?
Light crept through parting fingers in little strips of yellow warmth and the brown couldn't help but croon as he was able to pop his head out and get an eyeful of the world again. This was much better! He sort of chortled at Mimic knowing that His would acquiesce and was ready to pounce even before Mi'rah was able to sputter out an answer. The man's only reluctance now was his utter fear and anxiety. He had never spent a moment away from mandyr since he had gotten him, the creature even hung out in shirt pockets when at drills or other tasks around the weyr, and really he didn't know what to do without him. What kind of trouble would Doppel cause? What if he managed to hurt himself even more?
He had to convince himself that it would be ok. Meira certainly wouldn't let any harm come to him...and they would be in the infirmary anyway. Ah well, he pushed his hands forward again, but Doppel leaped off in an instant to land with relative ease on Riaren. Mi'rah winced for a moment hoping that the claws wouldn't be too much for the baby, but Doppel loved babies much too much and was incredibly gentle. He quickly cuddled up as close to Mimic as he could get and joined the croon. Playdate more? Love eggmine yesss! Well, that apparently settled that.
"Uhm..he seems fine...but um," what if he was worse off than he thought? He would feel awful with that on his conscience, so it was just better this way, "if you could take him with you? I mean, as long as he doesn't bother anything. It's just, I'll be thankful to know he really really is alright...." A gentle smile before he looked around and suddenly became aware of how the time went by. He felt horrible for keeping the girl for so long, "I'm sorry, you probably need to get going now...it was so nice meeting you Meira...and Riaren. I'm sure I'll see you again?" He didn't wait for an answer, he stood up and tried to escape before any further embarrassment, though managing to bump into before mentioned chair and nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. One last smile and wave though before he could truly be on his way.
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