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Post by Kisha-Ra on Apr 10, 2010 17:17:42 GMT -5
Hrrrm, Darya rolled over onto her front and let her head fall onto her crossed arms. Basking on a sunwarmed rock by the river did have quite a bit to recommend it, she decided, no wonder dragons spent so long at it. Speaking of dragons… ‘Why’re you so amused?’ Darya muttered, flopping over onto her side so she could look up at Azrath, perched on his own, much larger rock. Though he was currently silent the blue had an amused air about him, and his eyes were a dizzying whirl of bright colours.
You don’t… Oh dear.[/color] The dragon finally let out a low rumble, wriggling as he did so. Oh I don’t think I’ll tell you, you seem to be in such a good mood. I suppose I don’t need to find a green to chase after all. A shame, some of those green weyrlings should be rising soon…[/color] The dragon moved one of his forelegs a few inches as he spoke, revealing Darya’s green firelizard, and bronze salamandyr, twined around each other in a very intimate fashion.
Darya gave a heartfelt groan and rolled back over to stare at the sky resentfully. Well that did explain quite a lot, she decided, including why she was lying, totally nude, on a rock by the river, when her last clear memory was of arguing with Azrath on a topic that had nothing to do with swimming. She just hoped her clothes were around here somewhere, and that no one was too badly traumatised by the sight of her running around naked. Although, she really couldn’t be bothered to actually get up and look for either her clothing or anyone she might have jumped under the influence of salamndyr lust. Okay dragon, you’ve totally ruined my relaxed mood. Now what? And stop plotting to chase our greens Azrath, that’s totally inappropriate.
But you admit they are ours. Therefore we should claim them.[/color] Azrath stated, absentmindedly fishing up Darya’s shirt between the talons of his right hand and dropping it on her chest. And now? We laze around and forget work for the day?[/color] The blue suggested hopefully.
Sounds good to me… Darya replied drowsily.
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Post by Requiem on Apr 10, 2010 18:03:05 GMT -5
The pants were mounted on the end of his staff like a streamer, a pair of boots clutched in the other hand as he strode cheerfully along the riverbank, silly straw hat that he had such an unusual fondness for slanted slightly to one side in F'ur's typical careless fashion. And who said that nosy dragons didn't have their uses? Most unprofessional, Inocenth commented with wicked delight to His. Jumping poor defenseless weyrlings when their dragons are still too young. Unseemly. From what I saw, he didn't seem to be complaining too much. Too overwhelmed by the travesty to react appropriately. And overcome by her incomparable beauty, too, no doubt. Quite!
Coming within sight of Azrath, he carefully switched his staff to the elbow of his other arm, putting a finger to his lips conspiratorially, before creeping along barefooted toward the rock with Darya sprawled across it. Angling to come in from the direction of her blindspot, he removed the pants from the top of his staff and ever so delicately...poked her with the end in the tush. "Weyrlingmaster!" he exclaimed loudly at the same time, straightening and putting on his 'I didn't just poke you in the ass with a stick' face. "It's terrible! Mandyr owners are running amuck, jumping your weyrlings and forcing them to do wickedly enjoyable things! But...oh no! Not you too!" Hand to mouth in a way-overdone shocked expression. "Those evil mandyr owners must be punished." He pounded his staff into the ground once to punctuate his point.
Grinning unabashedly at Darya, he tossed her the pair of pants he'd retrieved after making sure the kid was okay - considering the green hadn't so much as stirred from her position on the weyrledge, F'ur wasn't too worried - and braced his foot on the rock beside her. "I wonder what Sel'n will say, when he hears about you sleeping with one of your weyrlings. With any luck, you may just get out of all that paperwork yet. I must say, this was more entertaining than my smashing Dorava's face into the wall, though I think you lose a couple points on creativity." He turned just enough to wave to Azrath, a silent thanks for not tattling on him.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Apr 11, 2010 14:17:47 GMT -5
Azrath flicked his tail idly and turned his attention to a new arrival on the scene, now there was piece of clothing he recognised, the dragon thought as he noticed Darya’s pants were the latest in staff adornment technology. What Inocenth’s rider wanted to sneak up on his? Well that should be amusing. The blue lowered his head in exaggerated acquiescence.
Sure enough Darya objected to being poked with a stick by squeaking in a manner she’d be mortified about in a moment or two. Azrath rumbled happily, she did make the funniest noises sometimes.
Urgh. Yelling. Darya wriggled around on her side so she could give the speaker a look over. Oh, it was F’ur. Darya looked mildly disappointed and dropped her head back to the rock, carefully of course. No chance of second round there, honestly, why did the person who wandered along in situation have to be F’ur? What was he blathering about anyway?
Darya belatedly started paying attention to what F’ur was saying, and eviedently he found it oh so very entertaining, whatever it was. ‘Why don’t you start with yourself then? That sense of humour needs eradicating.’ Darya grumbled without making any effort to move further, or actually put her shirt back on. A slight frown crossed her face as she thought over what F’ur said, then she dismissed the issue with a snort. ‘Oh most amusing. I’m sure I could actually scare my entire class into attending a lesson if they saw me walk around like this.’ Darya gestured down her body, which she didn’t really think was that bad, maybe not what it had been twenty turns back but it was the fact it was attached to her that made it horrifying to, er, most people probably.
Amusing indeed.[/color] Azrath chose that moment to put in slyly. Considering someone was telling me to leave off the greens I think it’s very hypocritical of you to claim the riders. Although if you want to claim a few more greens for us I won’t mind.[/color] The blue rumbled softly in what was clearly his equivalent of a sly chuckle. It was disturbing enough to make Darya sit up and fix Azrath and F’ur with an alarmed glance. ‘Are you two being serious? Because if you’re winding me up with this so help me I am going to make both your lives hell.’ She threatened, taking her pants and wondering where the hell her underwear had ended up, surely it ought to be nearby?
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Post by Requiem on Apr 17, 2010 9:12:09 GMT -5
That squeak was certainly gratifying, though the general lack of response otherwise...not so much. Hm. Maybe she'd been more aware of what she was doing than he'd first thought, in which case the joke wasn't so much a joke, now was it? The middle-aged bluerider couldn't resist a dark chuckle at the thought. Flying a weyrling intentionally, Inocenth commented. That sounds like a stunt you'd pull...I don't believe she's clever enough. Your devotion is twisted...but endearing.
He wrinkled his nose slightly as she drew attention to her as yet still unclothed body. The woman was admittedly well-formed in the way most older dragonriders were - which was to say an active lifestyle kept things from going to flab too quickly. Still, not to his taste. (To be truthful, though, his taste had more to do with the accompanying factors than the looks. Women loved to cling and throw their emotions around, something he found to be quite taxing, particularly since they expected you to listen and validate feelings that simply were not valid. No, he hadn't always been strictly homosexual.) "You might. It's certainly worth a try. Do me a favor though, will you? Have Azrath tell Inocenth so we can enjoy the show." He flashed a quirky grin at her.
Flinching back with a hiss as Darya suddenly sat up, F'ur made a clawing motion at his eyes. "Shards, woman, put those away! Lethal weapons, by Faranth." He sneaked a glance at her, but no, still very much flashing him. Reaching with his staff, he snared the shirt and held it up so he didn't have to look. "Much better. I might keep my sight." Tsking, he allowed himself an amused smile at Darya's expense.
At her threat, he laughed aloud. "Oh, I wish I had come up with something that good ages ago. No, no, it most definitely happened. You've still got it Darya, even with the sagging. Or, at least, you've got it enough to take a kid by surprise and give him a good ride." Lewd much? Could you really expect anything different from F'ur? "The pretty little one, if you're curious. I haven't been keeping track of names...something suitably unpronounceable, if I recall." Lowering the staff just enough to see her face, he smirked outright at her. "I know I'm stunning, gorgeous, but I'm very much taken by another bluerider. Do hurry up and get yourself covered so I can stop waving my stick at you."
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Apr 20, 2010 3:04:24 GMT -5
Darya thought something highly uncomplimentary about F’ur as she caught sight of his expression, however she knew, just knew that anything she said in defence of her body would be taken, twisted, and thrown right back at her, and since she really didn’t have a head for witty repartee at the moment it was wiser to fume silently. Azrath rumbled quietly to himself, confident that his muzzle was out of reach of a vengeful fist.
‘I think the cries of horror will be enough of an announcement for everyone.’ Darya replied. ‘They’ll probably beg you to come back after that.’ Darya’s mouth curved up into a twisted sort of smile at that.
Darya sniffed and folded her arms, undoubtedly making things a bit worse. ‘You’re only doing this because I don’t have a penis aren’t you?’ she said, abruptly tired of all this, basking on a rock was only good when you weren’t being tormented by F’ur. ‘That’s got to be the reason, I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason these qualify as breasts anyway.’ It was true; Darya had once regarded that lack as being tragic but it seemed to matter less now. In fact, most things did, the only shame was that these days she had a whole new set of worries instead.
A grim smile twisted Darya’s mouth at the back handed compliment. ‘I barely have anything to sag, just ask Azrath, he loves to point out my failings.’ Then the smile was gone and only the grimness remained, as F’ur continued. Azrath? she questioned the all too amused dragon with a dangerous tone. Eveyth’s[/color] The reply came tinted with smugness as well as the amusement. Darya groaned. This could hardly get worse.
Reaching up Darya retrieved her shirt and gave F’ur a raised eyebrow look. ‘Anyone would think you actually liked my clothes, with the way you keep picking them up.’ She commented, pulling the garment over her head. ‘Now if your sensibilities are less offended, and Azrath can contain his amusement for two seconds, does anyone have a sensible suggestion for what I can do about this? Preferably one that doesn’t involve maiming myself, tempting as that is.’
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Post by Requiem on Apr 20, 2010 3:58:17 GMT -5
"Oh, I doubt there will be much begging until Dorava's nose stops looking quite so crooked," F'ur responded easily, the self-satisfed smile on his lips indicating his complete lack of remorse as far as that was concerned. In all his turns here, he'd never had so interesting and completely unprompted reaction as the greenrider had given him. And it didn't matter what anyone else said, either; he was not about to let a ballsy Amazon greenrider attempt to brain him against a wall without some sort of retaliation.
F'ur merely shook his head at her many comments regarding her body, not bothering to respond to any of them. What, did he need to draw her up a sign with lettering in clear block letters stating that he was not interested in either looking at or talking about her body? He would have thought the childish clawing at his eyes would have gotten the message across adequately enough. Well, you know, not everyone speaks F'ur-speak. You don't come with a convenient little translation book. Make a note, Ino: when we come into wealth, the F'ur language must be catalogued and published. Duly noted. Anything else while my mental scribe stands by? Yes. If olives are left off my afternoon sandwich again, a drudge is finding his final resting place in the latrine ditches. The appropriate people shall be informed, the blue stated flatly, doing a fair job of keeping the amusement out of his mindvoice.
Without skipping a beat - these conversations were, after all, quite commonplace as far as the bluepair was concerned - F'ur nodded solemnly, setting his staff in the earth beside his feet. "If I didn't know that I don't throw my clothes all over the Weyr, I would have sworn it was one of mine. Certainly about the right size...do you own anything remotely flattering? A shame. I'm sure there's someone somewhere who would benefit from your almost feminine wiles." Then, just because the opportunity was waiting there so nicely before him, "Oh. What am I saying? Someone just did." Cue smirk.
Let's see...useful suggestions for a Weyrlingmaster breaking one of the fundamental rules of weyrlinghood...go drink herself into a stupor. Wear a paper bag over her head and hope no one recognizes her. Tell the little weyrling that if he doesn't keep it quiet she'll eat his spleen. Set a fire and hope everyone forgets the lesser event while they try to put it out. Go live out the rest of her days on the side of a mountain as a hermit. F'ur couldn't help himself; he laughed aloud. "She said useful, Ino," he commented aloud, so as not to leave Darya and Azrath out of his amusement.
He flashed a grin at the woman. "Well, you could at least do a little damage control and check up on the greenpair." He shrugged. "Or there's always the close your eyes and fervently wish it never happened. A most amusing, if somewhat ineffective, method."
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Apr 23, 2010 7:09:08 GMT -5
Darya sniffed, less than elegantly expressing her opinion on Dorava’s nose, and other opinions on that subject. She hadn’t much cared for the greenrider on the few occasions when they’d met, so as far as Darya was concerned, punching her in the nose might well be a totally reasonable reaction to anything Dorava said or did. ‘Great, it’ll probably heal that way.’ She commented idly.
Darya gave F’ur a disbelieving look. ‘I like this shirt.’ She answered defiantly with a stubborn set to her jaw. However, much as she liked it, the shirt, like the most of the rest of her clothing was dark and hard wearing rather than anything else. With a rather exaggerated sigh, designed to indicate that her patience was growing thin. ‘Leaving aside the issue of my possible feminine wiles, and the fact that I’d really just look like I put on the wrong clothes if I tried to enhance them, don’t you think that’s slightly out of order? Oh wait, you don’t think, do you?’ Darya retorted.
Azrath shifted slightly on his rock and flexed his front claws against the rock thoughtfully. I have no useful suggestions to add.[/color] The dragon commented, still sounding amused by the whole situation. However if the situation comes to need a useless one I have several.[/color] No doubt you do. Darya’s response was dry enough to turn the river to a desert, but her dragon just sent his amusement along.
‘If your dragon was anything like as helpful as mine I don’t even want to know what he said.’ Darya told F’ur firmly as she stood up and pulled on her trousers. ‘And here was me thinking that since you’re here, with my clothing no less, and making jokes, that you might have a little information on that score.’ Now fully covered, if not actually decent, Darya stood with her arms folded and gave F’ur an inquiring look, she’d save closing her eyes and wishing everything would go away for plan B, or maybe even plan C.
Azrath flexed his talons again and snorted softly. Humans. So useful and yet so stupidly complicated. Darya didn’t need F’ur for information, not when she had Azrath, who didn’t even need to move, although he would mock her just as mercilessly. Eveyth?[/color] The blue queried.
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Post by Requiem on May 2, 2010 2:39:52 GMT -5
Cocking his head to one side, he eyed Darya with something that might have been distant curiosity. She just said out of order, didn't she? I do believe she did. Darya believes I have an 'in order' mode. Quite interesting. This specimen should be brought back for further study. Such queer ideas she has. Ah, but we don't have the facilities in place to handle such an unexplored psychosis. What if she breaks free? If we allow her to wander unchecked, the damages could be still more disastrous... You do have a point, my good dragon. Ready the strait jacket! Contact the bird woman! We have a strait jacket? ...shhhhhh. Spies, Ino, spies.
He clucked his tongue lightly at the hands-on-hips stance. So serious. Then the bluerider shook his head sadly. "I left him in poor straights, I'm afraid," he stated woefully. "You know how these eighteen-nineteen-twenty something weyrbred greenriders are nine months in. Terrified of all the women running around just waiting to overpower them. Your epic skills were so stunning he was rendered speechless, and in a sea of inadequacy crawled off into a forgotten corner of his weyr, curled up in fetal position and began counting the grains in the floor. When I mentioned that stone floors don't have wood grains, he merely sighed, stating that now he had to start all over. Even an offer to let him practice his skills on me went unanswered by anything but a sad smile. You broke him, Darya. How else could he resist this?" The bluerider gestured to himself grandiosely.
Tucking the staff back behind his shoulder, he bent into his knees slightly, sliding his arm around Darya's thighs and lifting her easily with the one arm. Slight woman, even if she was somewhat tallish. Turning, he began strolling down the riverbank back toward the Weyr. "You miss my point entire there, Miss Glare and Sigh. Going to check on him is a matter of courtesy, not an attempt to gain information. You think he'd be left alone if you really had destroyed him with those monster thighs of yours?" F'ur may be many things, but completely irresponsible wasn't one of them. Even if he was lugging the Weyrlingmaster around without her consent. Giving her a bounce for emphasis, he hummed a completely out-of-tune phrase or two.
"Next time I shall most certainly remember this most important lesson. Retrieval of Darya's man-clothes is to take priority over weyrlings who have been jumped by our erstwhile Weyrlingmaster. Thank you, missy. If I'd had a Weyrlingmaster like yourself a couple decades past, I most certainly would have known the correct protocol already and not made so horrendous a blunder. You will forgive me, I hope."
AzrathteacherMine? the green responded, in a decidedly sleepy, contented tone. Did you want to Fly me like Yours did Mine? It seems like such fun. The green yawned on her ledge, saber fangs catching the light, and her tail flicked idly. Within, X'rx had piled into his furs, snuggling down into them after having thrown on just his longer shirt. The rest of his clothes lay in a pile near the foot of the bed.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on May 5, 2010 15:59:14 GMT -5
For a moment worry flashed across Darya’s face, right up until the second sentence that was. Then she began to grow exasperated, was there nothing this man could take seriously? Darya took the gesture as in invitation and ran a critical eye over F’ur’s body, as if the other rider was a beast she was thinking of buying from a fast talking dealer. In fact she didn’t even notice the shift in F’ur’s stance until it was too late and she was lifted up with another squeak of objection that didn’t become any more dignified for being turned into a growl halfway through.
With another long suffering sigh Darya flopped bonelessly over F’ur’s shoulder, making herself a more inconvenient burden. ‘It’s wonderful body F’ur, and I’m really getting the best view of it here. Sadly it comes with you.’ She answered the previous question anyway, with amusement in her voice, avoiding the salient topic for a little longer. ‘In that light, it’s very easy to resist you.’
‘You had a point?’ Darya asked in mock surprise, but subsided with another sigh as F’ur continued. ‘Well I don’t know, I can never tell with you.’ Darya admitted, once again diverging from the topic that she going to have to face any moment now. ‘Are you certain that dropping me back on his doorstep is courteous? He might well want to cower under his bed and tremble in peace you know.’ She might have been exaggerating slightly there, but she was pretty sure she was the last person X’rx would want to see right now. On the other hand, she thought, ignoring the humming as well as she could, this was probably only going to get worse the longer it was left. By forcing her to take immediate action F’ur was doing her a favour that she didn’t like, damn him.
Darya sniffed, being called missy like some kind of errant child rankled, even over the rest of the situation, still when she spoke it was with light amusement. ‘Well, yes, they do protect your eyes after all. I’d hate for you to have to go through all that theatrical eye clawing again.’ Then the amusement faded rather suddenly, to be replaced by a shiver and an irrational urge to whimper like a kicked dog. ‘I don’t suppose you’ve got any bright suggestions for what to say?’ she asked hopefully. ‘Because I have a feeling ‘um sorry about jumping you there, I hope you’re not scarred for life’ is not going to go down well.’ Much to her dismay the attempt at humour only heightened the suppressed hysteria in Darya’s voice.
Azrath’s eyes narrowed contentedly and picked up speed as he watched his rider being hauled away with a mild sort of curiosity, most of his attention was on Eveyth, analysing her mental tone as well as listening to what she was saying. Not only was he utterly delighted with her question, he was also quite content that the young green showed nothing more than mild curiosity over her rider’s fate. Not right now, I do have a little more patience than Darya.[/color] Azrath responded, amused by the question. I shall wait for your Flight, and see if I can catch you then.[/color] With his intentions made clear the lue gave his chosen a mental poke. Oh Darya, you’ll never guess what Eveyth just asked me… oh she seems fine by the way.[/color] Darya, who had incredibly good instincts sometimes, just whined.
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Post by Requiem on May 6, 2010 8:29:00 GMT -5
Heh. Surprised her a little there, hm? Good. The man snorted softly. "I'm not as bad as all that, now. Perhaps just mildly irritating, in a I really wish I could kill you but that's likely going to land me in not so pleasant positions so I'll just tolerate you and pretend you're midly amusing sort of way," he responded cheerfully.
F'ur clicked his tongue mildly, but didn't bother to defend himself any. People learned after awhile, or they didn't, and he didn't feel it was his job to enlighten them. After all, F'ur preferred not to be relied on, when it came right down to it, and people only did that if you acted semi-responsible. Weyrlingmaster wasn't the worst job he'd ever had to undertake, but it did force him to cut out some of the games, and this was a mask he'd worn far too long for him to feel comfortable shedding it. (Partially, at any rate. F'ur was naturally playful, if rather a good deal more serious and analytical than he tried to come off.)
"Really, Darya, the lack of confidence. I promise I won't let anyone know just how much of a wimp you're being," he picked at her teasingly. "I'm sure you're not so bad that he's cowering under the bed in shame. Nine months is a long time to go without, you know. Rest assured, you probably seemed divine to him after such a long dry spell." Just a touch vulgar, perhaps, but he meant the majority of it despite the phrasing. Really, people needed to chill out over this whole sex thing. F'ur had never seen it be a problem after the first few months except when the rider was upset about it. One month early certainly wasn't going to kill anyone. (Nevermind he'd had a lover of his own six months into weyrlinghood, his first and only real love until F'lix. Another...thing he wasn't likely to talk about to anyone. Other than the kit. Maybe.)
"How about: you can thank me now, or later. I accept cookies. Or a couple hours of work on paperwork. Your choice." F'ur bounced her again, just for the hell of it. "Seriously, though, if you act like what you did was terribly wrong he's probably going to take the cue from you." Ah, so there was a reason for being a callous jerk. Sometimes. (Yes, that statement was very much something F'ur might have said in the self-same situation. No one ever said he was compassionate.)
All right. But you must promise to come chase or I shall be most annoyed, the green returned, in what would have been a severe tone had she not sounded so - satisfied. As if she'd remember Azrath's promise tomorrow. Eveyth was a very intelligent and logical little green, true, but her memory was heinously short. That wasn't to say she wouldn't remember that she wanted to Fly, but the details of why would fade very quickly unless X'rxHers decided to dwell.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on May 14, 2010 13:18:30 GMT -5
Good description, Darya thought, her opinion highly coloured by the current situation. For a moment she wondered if it was possible to strangle F’ur from this position. probably not, she concluded, she wouldn’t be able to get he hands around his throat from around here, and since he was easily carrying her, despite her efforts to become heavier, an attempt to kill him off would probably go badly anyway.
Darya had long since developed a repertoire of sighs for every possible occasion, and the one she exhibited now was drawn out, and totally resigned. ‘You’re the one who was going to poke his own eyes out just now.’ She felt compelled to point out, it had absolutely nothing to do with the central issue but she felt like she’d at least slightly bested F’ur by pointing it out. ‘And that almost sounded like a backhanded compliment, careful or I’ll start thinking you like me.’ She added blandly. ‘Although I’d say your capacity for exaggeration is just as great as mine.’ Further thought on that line took Darya back to her own weyrling days, ah yes, it was a long time to go without when you were a sex crazed adolesant wasn’t it? And you aren’t sex crazed now? the mild inquiry broke into her line of thought. I’m in good company with my sex crazed mindmates. Darya shot back. Not to mention a little more patient these days Oh really I hadn’t noticed.[/color] Darya gave up on arguing with Azrath and fumed silently for a moment, it came to something when you couldn’t even win an argument with your own dragon.
The stark absurdity of F’ur’s answer startled a laugh out of Darya. ‘Well aside from anything else, he probably still can’t read, so he’ll be useless on paperwork, unless I want Eveyth to shred it all again.’ She replied flippantly, thinking that it might not be a bad idea to have her paperwork slashed to bits again. ‘You know I’m beginning to think I hate you more when you make sense.’ Darya mused, wriggling around in response to being bounced. ‘You could probably put me back on the ground now.’ She added. ‘I’m not likely to run off and try and drown myself now, and in any case, where is there to run to? The next continent is hardly going to get me away from my dragon, and I’m sure you’d find a way to annoy me there too.’ The news that Eveyth wasn’t unduly upset, even with the news that an immature green was propositioning Azrath, was comforting enough that most of Darya’s hysteria had deserted her, at least enough so that she didn’t feel quite so much like either screaming or shoving her head in a wild feline’s mouth to disguise her identity. As galling as it was, it was possible F’ur had a point.
Of course I promise, I would hate to miss your Flight.[/color] Azrath responded calmly, leaving out the part where he wouldn’t want to miss any of her sisters’ Flights either. This assurance was for Eveyth alone, it wasn’t worth mentioning the others.
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Post by Requiem on May 15, 2010 18:18:13 GMT -5
"You sell me ever so short, Miss Gusty Sigh Extraordinaire; I'm quite certain my capacity for exagerration outstrips yours by a good few dragonlengths, even taking into account you've had a handful of turns more than I have to hone the ability. Here is where you sigh again. Come on now. Don't miss your cue."
The laughter was gratifying. Much as he liked to annoy people, he liked to make them laugh despite themselves even more - possibly because he knew they really didn't want to. Though, to be fair, F'ur was something of a clown and half the time he wasn't really trying to stress anyone out. Strange how so few people seemed to know how to deal with him here though, hm. Resisting the urge to drop her flat on her tush and keep walking, he instead swept her off his shoulder in a gallant gesture and threaded an arm through hers, figuring that would be more irritating in the long run. "Oh, I don't know, Weyrlingmaster. People aren't known for being sensible; you could well make the attempt despite knowing it's completely futile." Thus the need to keep her well-captured. Clearly.
"Tell you what, though. In the sense of fairness, since you're stuck with me until I'm certain you don't hop an ancient mossy bathtub to row yourself to the nearest northern port by way of an old and rusty ladle filtched from the kitchens, I promise not to make any more sense today. Then your hatred can simmer at a familiar and manageable level." Ah, stairs. He stepped lightly down into the bowels of the weyrs, squinting for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light. "You'd think that they'd have found something other than glowy fungus to light the tunnels by now..." he commented conversationally.
This is good. Cue yawn. Mine says Yours was being bad, by the way. Should take her little runs somewhere where there aren't a lot of pre-pubescent virgin teenagers running amuck. Not exactly sure what pre-pubescent means, but apparently it's something like young.
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on May 17, 2010 15:15:59 GMT -5
‘I was born old.’ Darya replied with only a slight sigh. ‘And I’m only going to get older. Unless something very strange indeed happens.’ What might cause reverse aging Darya didn’t know, but she’d like to be hit by it, up to a certain point anyway. Going through puberty again, backwards, was not an appealing thought.
‘Why thank you kind sir.’ Darya fluttered her lashes at F’ur in a way that looked totally unnatural on her, and snuggled up to him as if she was some moonstruck girl, two could play at the irritation game. ‘Once again you have a point.’ Darya’s voice was anything but moonstruck. ‘I have been known to try futile things, teach a class, catch up with my paperwork, stay sane through it all. That kind of thing.’ The statement came with a crooked smile.
Darya snorted, partly amused and partly exasperated. ‘A bathtub? I’d prefer something that floated in fact. But please, don’t make any more sense, I beg you. My hatred may totally overwhelm me and force me to flog you to death with your own bootlaces.’ Darya dropped her head against F’ur’s shoulder and left it there, since he was pretty much the right height to be comfortable to lean on like that, and if that wasn’t worrying him, she didn’t know what would.
Despite the attempts at humour and annoyance, Darya fell silent as she was led into the dim corridors. The change of lighting appeared to provoke a change of mood, back toward the apprehensive. So much so that F’ur’s comment only evoked a shrug. She barely noted what was lighting the place s long as it was working.
I shall pass it along.[/color] Azrath replied, flicking his tail idly as he did so. She said to ask if yours means Dy’shi.[/color] The blue reported in a confused tone, quite unable to understand why his rider was so amused.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on May 24, 2010 21:43:20 GMT -5
"Born old? That would lead someone to believe that you'd actually get younger with each turn." He tsked softly. "Though I suppose I've only been here three turns, so you could well be chronologically eight while physically...what, sixty? A most unfortunate genetic disease." Which was a brilliant thing to be talking about within easy stabbing range, of course, but F'ur trusted that the teasing note in his voice was obvious. He didn't do anything to hide it, after all.
The woman's words and demeanor actually made him chuckle. F'ur didn't really have an objection to females touching him. He didn't like sleeping with them, which was more a result of the emotional clingyness that seemed to inevitably come after what was supposed to be a one night stand. Give that over a decade to develop, and yes, his bisexuality had turned into blatant homosexuality, to the point where he associated the female form with everything else he didn't like about women and sleeping with them made him feel dirty. But no, he didn't mind talking or touching. If Darya thought it was going to get a reaction out of him, she was in for a disappointment.
In response to the bootlace comment, F'ur lifted a leg, displaying his very bare foot, and lifted a brow at the head resting on his shoulder. "Oh, I'd love to hear the rumors already floating down the hall from one drudge's lips to the next. That old female bluerider finally got herself a catch, and look how young he is! She must be paying him to stay with her." He smirked slightly, pausing outside the door and rapping on it brusquely.
A door that opened almost immediately to a weyrling wearing only a pair of trousers, the boy stepping back to allow both inside. "The answer to the question you had Azrath ask? Yes. That's a good example of who I mean." His eyes flicked briefly from one to the other of the older blueriders before he nodded to the couch. "Food? Klah?"
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on May 27, 2010 15:06:42 GMT -5
Without actually bothering to untangle herself much from her new leaning post Darya’s hand snaked down to deliver a good hard pinch to F’ur’s side. ‘You could lose something important saying things like that.’ She commented, without actually sounding too annoyed, she was fairly used to it after all. Although if she found it was F’ur who started the rumour about her being some kind of living dead he was getting venomous tunnelsnakes in his underwear.
Darya snorted, ignoring the bare foot presented for her inspection. ‘If you’re talking about yourself,’ she replied with a faint smile, ‘They’re far more likely to be saying ‘oh look Darya cornered someone almost her age this time.’ Although really I think something involving vast amounts of alcohol would be a more likely rumour.’ She added truthfully. What rumour would have to say on just who had been drinking the alcohol was anyone’s guess though.
Before Darya had any time to fret, bolt, or indeed do more than step back slightly behind F’ur (human shields were a great tactic), the door swung open. All things considered it was just as well X’rx hadn’t taken too long to get to the door but Darya still gave him a hard look, or at least tried. More than likely she actually looked like someone hit in the back of the head with a board, she certainly felt that way. ‘What were you doing, standing behind the door? And is he even in this section?’ Darya asked both irrelevant questions without pausing for an answer.
Behind the screen of a flippant answer, albeit in the form of questions, Darya’s eyes scanned over what was visible of X’rx’s body, checking for damage, while firmly reminding herself it was her student she was looking at. She did not, however, attempt to meet the weyrling’s eyes, she knew without the attempt that she wouldn’t be able to. With a mental shrug Darya stepped away from F’ur, he probably wouldn’t help anyway, and perched on the edge of the indicated seat. She would actually have preferred to stand, to project a little dignity and authority, but that was an utterly lost cause at this point given why she was here. ‘Oh curse it, I could really use some klah.’ She admitted. ‘I would ask you why you’re taking this so much better than I am, but I’m not really sure I’d want to know the answer.’ Darya commented without really thinking about the hundreads of ways she was leaving herself open for smart remarks. Her eyes had already flickered around for a glimpes of Eveyeth’s hide, as if that would tell her anything. I told you, she’s fine. Behave yourself.[/color] Azrath’s comment was sharp enough to make Darya flinch slightly.
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