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Post by Avu on Nov 28, 2008 14:39:03 GMT -5
Aonith's movements made Tr'esn teeter unsteadily, his fingers closing tightly on her neck ridge as he flicked a backwards glance at Oquith, fearful of the tiny green - and even for a hatchling, she was tiny - being left behind. The little green, however, had no such fears despite the twinge of concern she felt from Hers, trotting easily alongside Aonith with her wings outstretched, her eyes flashing in happy shades as she glanced at the larger dragon and Hers on top. How delicate he looked, perched there, feet bare and hair falling over his eyes, twisted to watch her! Oquith raised her wings, stretching them to the cool wind, and then took a running leap, wings splayed as she half-glided, half-fell to the ground again, glancing with clear pleasure at Tr'esn and Aonith, her eyes skipping over Raylin - not as an intended insult, but merely because the girl made the dragonet slightly uncomfortable. She wasn't ready to talk to her, and thus, she ignored her.
When do I get old enough to fly? she asked wistfully of Aonith, her tail flicking at the thought, the smooth tip brushing lightly against her haunches. She wiggled her toes with a flash of unhappiness, glancing at her talonless left foreleg, and then her right hindleg, also lacking the distinctive, usually silver talons of a dragon, her eyes running the length of her tail. Spade. She didn't have that spade...Oquith exhaled, the sound strangely aged for such a young creature, and then shrugged. She'd pass that boundary when it came; like most, Oquith chose to live in the present, but that didn't mean she couldn't dream about flying, because she did. Mostly because Hers did, and they shared dreams; Tr'esn liked flying. The rush of adrenaline, the wind, the utter freedom - and she wanted to like it, too.
Oquith paused at Aonith's comments regarding Aberath, dropping her mind voice solemnly. He does not listen very well, I don't think. He upsets Mine. I don't want you to be upset. And I think he upset Reysalth and Hers during our first Weyrling lesson. The small green huffed with the exertion as she followed Aonith, wrinkling her muzzle at the thought of Weyrling lessons. She is very loud, the green said disapprovingly, meaning Reysalth's. So many bangs and clashes when Mine and Aberath's are trying to sleep. So very loud. Couldn't she just politely rap on the door or something? It would be so preferable to waking up to something that sounded as if a cart full of tin and metal scraps had just crashed into a wall or something equally drastic. Hers had fallen out of the cot multiple times due to the shock before he'd started getting up earlier.
Tr'esn had managed to stop from rocking on the way, and finally, when Aonith stopped and gave her approval on the site, he rubbed her tentatively in thanks and then dropped down from her neck, bending his knees automatically to take the impact in much the same way he moved to lessen the shock of being hit previously, and pulled himself up onto a rock again. He was much more comfortable when something cool and stolid was beneath him - or, if it had to be dragon hide, at least it could be his Oquith's instead of a strange dragon's, right? He reached mentally for Oquith, calling her over, and the green obediently pulled herself onto the rock, wings flared for balance, and then collapsed against him with a contented noise, between a purr and a sigh, snuggling against Tr'esn's side and tucking her muzzle against his neck, eyes solemnly watching Rukbat's slow ascent.
At Raylin's comment, Tr'esn gazed around at her, a slight solemn smile touching his lips. "Getting up so early? Yes." For more reasons than one, really. Of course there was the glorified peace and quiet thing, but then...there was the fact that if he was already awake, he wouldn't fall out of his bed when the Weyrlingmaster decided to start her cacophony of noises again. He absently wrapped his arm around Oquith's neck, the little green making another content noise in his ear as he dropped his head on top of hers, the tawny curls falling over the young dragon's face and eliciting an amused huff from her as she nipped playfully at the curls. "Is there a limit to how early you can get up?" he wondered aloud. "For Weyrlings and Candidates, I mean. Not Riders...?"
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Post by dragon on Nov 30, 2008 15:56:10 GMT -5
Aonith rumbled lightly, happily, as she watched the sun come up with her new cluster of youngling friends. This was peaceful, indeed. The morning breeze picked up as Rukbat rose, also getting a tad chillier for it. Why it got chillier right as the sun was rising, Aonith did not know. Nor did she really care. The magic of the moment was magnificent as the sky lit up with spectacular color, shining down and lighting up the tree tops as if they were all suddenly on fire.
When will you be able to fly? When your wings have grown enough and gotten strong enough to hold you. It is different for everyone. But generally ... I would say in a few moon's time, yet. You have some growing to do yet. Be sure to stay oiled ... your wings are going to be growing even faster than your body is. And you don't want cracked wings. Aonith told her, turning her head to look at the young dragon perched on the top of the rock, snuggled into hers pleasantly. For a moment, Aonith just looked at her happily. And then she noticed that Olqueth looked strange. Aonith's expression changed, as she leaned slightly to take a closer look. You have no spade. Aonith mentioned, concerned.
She carefully sat her haunches down, keeping her shoulders and neck steady so that Raylin wouldn't be unsteady as the green dragon shifted her stance. Aonith was glad that the young girl was staying near her for a moment ... Aonith rather liked contact with people. Unfortunately, for so long, Dorava was the only one that Aonith had trusted near her, or hers. Here, in Selenitas, things were far more relaxed, open, and trusting. And the green was enjoying it to the fullest! Now if only hers were here, too. That would be perfect. But no ... her rider was sound asleep.
As you get older, you will find more and more things that are not to your liking. Someone stinks. Someone is too loud. Someone is rude. These things happen. You cannot change that. However, you can still decide how you handle it. Aonith said, blinking slowly as she looked at the sunrise again as she spoke to the dragonet nearby. You can choose one of two paths. You can let it bother you. You can let it drive you insane. And you will never be happy with anything, no matter what the current circumstance is. Or ... you can not let it bother you. And then, no matter what is going on, you are always at peace and happy with your being. And nothing can change that. Every moment in life is a choice. Unfortunately ... I can't remember most of my moments. Aonith mentioned, rather embarrassed that she couldn't remember things that other dragons could.
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Post by Rei on Nov 30, 2008 17:24:22 GMT -5
Raylin felt Aonith shift and shifted her weight accordingly. They she replied to Tr’esn’s comment, “I am not sure if there is a limit, I always just sneak out but to tell you the truth I am not sure.” She turned her brown eyes to the Weyrling and his dragon. A pang of longing surged through her as she saw the two snuggling. Aslath was supposed to rise soon, she reminded herself, and you will still get your chance at a dragon. The candidate turned her eyes back to the sunrise and grew quite not sure what else to say. She stroked Aonith’s neck and hummed a song she used to sing while bustling around the kitchen in the morning. ((Wow that sucked but my Muse ran away ))
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Post by Avu on Nov 30, 2008 18:24:17 GMT -5
The slight, chill wind had Tr'esn tightening his grasp on Oquith, trying to press himself into the small green, soaking up her warmth until she uttered a slight huff, amused by how tightly he was hugging her, and he loosened his arms slightly, permitting a slightly wry smile to flick across his face as his eyes traced the horizon, the large grays narrowing slightly as Rukbat emerged, color splashed across the sky, glittering on the water of the river, and, far away and barely visible, that of the ocean. Sparkleglass, Oquith commented, enraptured by the sight as she twisted the tip of her tail absently around Tr'esn's waist, her eyes whirling faster in excitement as the great star climbed slowly up its track.
She started as Aonith spoke, twisting her neck to throw a quick glance at the green dragon. A few months, still? I'm two now. Two months, I mean. She paused, clearly trying to puzzle it out. The other Weyrling group, the Juniors, they were flying, weren't they? How old were they? But it evaded her, and Oquith settled for a slight, discontented huff. She wanted to fly, so very badly. How fun, how wonderful, it would be, to soar, to glide, to play on the wind, to defy gravity - and all with Hers by her side! How fun, how very fun. But merely a dream now. It would be fulfilled, though, Oquith was certain. She'd fly someday.
And - what? No spade. Oh, yes. Oquith tucked her tail around her haunches self-consciously, pressing her head shyly against Tr'esn's chin. I don't know why, she admitted. I'm special. Like Checkoth has two tails. I don't know. I don't have talons either, the green added twisting in Tr'esn's arms to lift her left foreleg and display said hindrance. It's very hard to tie knots, she complained mournfully. But Tr'esnmine does that for me, so I don't have to. It's a very nice arrangement. Reysalth's says that not having the spade might affect flight, but I don't see how. My wings are fine.
No limit? Surely there was a limit. There had to be a limit, or Candidates and Weyrlings would be up at 12:01 and start screeching around the Weyr, right? (Not that this was 12:01 or anytime near it, but - ) Tr'esn shrugged, absently pressing his cheek against the knob on Oquith's head, the tiny green wriggling closer into his lap and sprawling there with a slight huff, amused as she glanced at Aonith and Raylin. We're opposites, she pointed out brightly. As her meaning dawned on him, Tr'esn couldn't repress the slight laughter that slipped out of him, glancing at Raylin, a grin curving his lips and dimpling his cheek. "Yes, we are," he agreed solemnly, and, for Raylin's sake, explained aloud.
"Oquith says that we're opposites. I've got her on me; you're on Aonith." Not hilarious, and perhaps Raylin wouldn't get it, but it didn't matter. The amusement was not intended for her, really; Tr'esn was merely being polite and presenting to her the reason of his laughter. After all, she couldn't hear Oquith. He hesitated. It was unlike Tr'esn to press, but truly, the boy had never done so before and - not knowing - it really wore down his reactions sometimes. "What color were you hoping to Impress?" he asked cautiously, raising his gaze from the horizon to the girl on Aonith's back. "I mean, I know it's good to say things like it doesn't matter, but I'll admit I wanted to Impress green, and - I mean, surely you've got some preference." Too many Candidates said they didn't - so that the dragons they did Impress wouldn't be sad if they found out? But everyone had some secret desire, whether be it to be Queenrider or Greenrider.
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Post by Rei on Nov 30, 2008 20:01:54 GMT -5
Raylin smiled down at the pair and giggled before speaking in a light tone to the pair. “You’re quite right Oquith we are opposites. Clever and pretty, your rider is very lucky.” Her eyes shone with unsuppressed merriment. She turned her eyes again to the sunrise not pausing in her stroking of Aonith. The candidate turned again to the boy when he made another query.
Raylin tilted her head, her black still damp hair cascading over her shoulder. The candidate thought carefully before answering in a conversational tone. “To tell you the truth I didn’t know much about dragons at all until I came to the weyr. I came from Selenitas Hold you see. Now that I have been here and gotten to understand a bit about the way things work, I have begun to develop a bit of a preference. I would love to impress a gold but I doubt I have the temperament gold’s seem to prefer. I would be happy with a green though. Aonith and Oquith are so lovely.” She smiled at the Weyrling. “If you don’t mind me asking why did you want to impress green? Don’t most boys dream of bronzes just as most girls dream of queens? No offense intent Oquith” She added in case she offended the green.
Raylin settled in to await his answer if it took him awhile to speak or if he didn’t want to tell her she would understand. Everyone had secrets they wanted to keep, even her. She absentmindedly began to scratch a small peeling spot on Aonith’s neck.
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Post by dragon on Nov 30, 2008 23:07:42 GMT -5
Aonith rumbled pleasantly, enjoying the scratching her neck was getting. She twisted her head around slightly, to present itchier places of her neck to the girl, eyes whirling in pleasured colors. Thank you! Oh! That feels good... The green dragon said to her, happily. This little friend would bear some keeping around!
Having no spade will indeed affect your flight ability, little one. That is how you steer, while flying. While you will be able to fly without it, you'll have very little control over where you go. This might be remedied by a device, but you'll have to talk to someone skilled in inventing such things. You most definitely will need something to rudder with, if you're going to do anything besides fly in random directions.[/i] Aonith sighed, hating to be the bearer of bad news to such a nice little dragonet. And no talons either? Aonith sincerely hoped that Oqueth never would be forced into battle. A lack of talons was another horrible thing. What was wrong with that clutch, that these things happened? A hatchling with two tails? Maybe that one stole Oqueth's tail?
Aonith looked at those feet for a moment, wondering how in the world Oqueth had managed to not grow talons. Maybe they'll grow in yet. she said, hopefully.
Aonith sounded like she almost giggled ... as weird as that sounded coming out of something as big as a dragon. It sortof sounded like a giant purr. She found the conversation between the younglings highly amusing! She didn't bother to comment, merely listening with interest. But then even that got distracted as Raylin found that flake. OoooOOOOooooHHH! Aonith rumbled happily, squinting her eyes shut.
Apparently, it was time to have hers oil her again. Not flying and not going between rather messed up thier senses for when such things needed to be done.
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Post by Avu on Dec 3, 2008 17:23:35 GMT -5
The first remark went unanswered by Tr'esn verbally, though a smile tugged the corner of his lip as he glanced affectionately at Oquith. What would he be without her? Already, so soon, he couldn't imagine the stale life he must have once had without his lovely mindmate. There was no life without Oquith; she was His and he Hers and there was absolutely no loosing her. At all. A sudden pang of pity slipped into the small boy's stomach as he realized that so many people had never known the unconditional, eternal, unrestrained, open love, beyond any Joined pair, beyond mother and child, beyond - anything - that Impression brought to the lucky young one who found their lifemate encased in the fragile eggshells.
Her explanation had the boy nodding slowly, processing Raylin's words. Yes, he understood that most girls would want queen. There was power, people bowing down to you and sucking up for the favour of a goldrider, but - frankly, Tr'esn couldn't farther from jealous of them. A Greenrider could fade quietly in the background without anybody noticing; but could a Queenrider do that? No, he thought not. He nodded slowly. At least Raylin hadn't the blind greedy desire that most girls sported for the golden hatchlings - assuming that there was even a queen egg in the next clutch - as it got almost boring in its repetitiveness. Did every girl want a gold? The color of the dragon didn't matter when it came to the sheer ecstasy of Impression, did it now?
A slight smile dimpled his right cheek as he shrugged in response to her question. "I knew I'd never have a chance at bronze anyways," he responded slowly. "I always knew it, I guess. Too uncertain - and besides, there are advantages to being a greenrider that even queens don't have. And the first dragon I ever saw was green, too." He cocked his head at Raylin slightly. "Like, I don't like being in the spotlight. It helps when you don't ride a huge, shiny dragon that grants you more rank than a Lord Holder just because of the color; you can kind of..." He shrugged. "Fade away, I guess. Greens are a lot more agile, too, and they're usually the ones that keep the most Thread from Pern, if what I hear's right. Bronzes can't maneuver that fast."
Oquith cocked her head uneasily, pressing her muzzle into Tr'esn's cheek lightly. What? But...but she would be a wonderful flier. She'd outfly all of them, surely? She'd promised Hers that she would be a lovely flier. And if she couldn't, Qualuth and Wymeth could help her fly! And...maybe she could tie a rock to her tailtip, where a spade usually went? Oquith absently twisted to look at her tail, flicking it dubiously as it sliced easily through the air without the spade to offer resistance. But still, that uneasiness that had her snuggling unconsciously closer to Hers, seeking comfort in his warmth as she squeezed her eyes shut mournfully, devastated, her first set of lids fluttering over the swirls of anxiety now flickering through the jeweled eyes as her treble tones rose in a soft, upset croon, burrowing further against Tr'esn before she answered, her voice starting low and then rising in her panic.
How can't I fly though? Dragons are supposed to fly! I want to, and Mine wants to, too, and I want to make him happy! I can't not fly, it looks like so much fun and - and what good is a dragon that can't fly? A flightless dragon's as much a parasite as Thread is, she concluded miserably. A dragon had to be able to fly to fight Thread, to defend the Weyr - not that she could really do that either - and - and - how was it fair? What had she done to deserve - ? Another keen emerged from her as she pressed unhappily against Hers. I don't want to be a parasite. She didn't. She wanted to be useful, to help her Weyr and Pern and most of all, make Hers happy. I /am/ happy, Tr'esn protested, having swung around to pull Oquith entirely onto his lap and hug her against him, the green hatchling keening softly again. But you want to fly! she protested, agitation flashing through her gaze as she buried her head against Tr'esn's chest.
What good was a dragon without flight?
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Post by Rei on Dec 3, 2008 18:25:08 GMT -5
Raylin stayed silent through Tr’esn’s speech. “Makes sense being less conspicuous does sound appealing. You can get away with more that way.” The candidate grew quiet for a second. “Really no matter what color I got I would be happy.” The girl flashed a smile at the weyrling. “The weyr has become like a home to me. Whatever color I impress I will to do my best to protect and serve my new home.” The girl’s voice held a determined edge to it.
Raylin fell into silence and scratched harder at Aonith’s itch, concentrating on the colors of the sunset. Her peaceful mood was shattered by Oquith’s upset keening. The candidate dismounted Aonith flinching as her weak ankle gave protest. The dark haired girl had no idea if she could even help but it was an almost reflex reaction now. She hated to hear anything cry, she supposed it came from caring for her brothers. Anger she could deal with, sadness and pain was another issue.
“Is she ok? What happened” the candidate asked a note of panic in her voice. Raylin fought to keep from stroking the distraught dragon. She didn’t want to upset the beast further or alienate her new friend. Besides she was sure Tr’esn could comfort her. Still it was unnerving to stand and do nothing so she leaned against Aonith’s leg seeking what comfort the warm hide could provide her.
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Post by dragon on Dec 3, 2008 21:57:44 GMT -5
Aonith dropped her wing slightly in a partial hug type embrace to Raylin, before tilting her head slightly at Oquith. She hadn't meant to upset the little dragon ... but maybe somewhere deep in her heart she had known that it would happen ... that was what had made her reluctant to say it in the first place. But words said could not be taken back. Now what could she do?
I am sure that there are some brilliant people around that can build you a device that will strap to your tail, to function much like a spade. Aonith assured her. It's not anything that can't be helped. At least you have wings ... and the right number of tails. Your wings appear to be of the right size to carry you? Aonith offered, trying to reassure the weyrling with notes of what she had right with her. The missing spade was nothing that couldn't be fixed! It was just Aonith was not smart enough to be able to come up with the answer herself. She was only a green, after all. Maybe Dorava could think of something?
At the thought of hers, Aonith sought out Dorava's mind, searching for her rider. Was she really still asleep? The sun was up now! Though it was still quite pretty. Surely it was not healthy for hers to sleep so late?
But no! Dorava wasn't in her bed, still. In fact, she was on a foot path by the river ... what was she doing there? After a moment, Aonith realized that Dorava wasn't just on any path by the river, she was on THIS path by the river. Apparently, her rider had left thier weyr some time ago, and was walking to join them... in silence.
Why was Dorava trying to sneak up on her? That was a strange thing to do. Dorava didn't usually do that sort of thing. Aonith's head swiveled to look at the path they had followed to get here. There was no one visible there, yet, but Aonith knew that hers was there, would be there, shortly.
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Post by Avu on Dec 4, 2008 17:42:42 GMT -5
Tr'esn flashed Raylin a slight, shy smile, torn between sympathy and admiration for her determination. Protecting the Weyr, though - that might take considerably more than she first thought. Weyrling Massacre, fighting between Fort and Benden that had looped outwards to include Selenitas - and those drugs. The memory had Tr'esn scrubbing his palm against the rock awkwardly, wrinkling his nose slightly, but he hadn't much time to consider, for Oquith, though calming under his caresses, was still agitated, and he pressed his lips soothingly against the young green's head, twisting slightly to glance helplessly at Aonith, something like an accusation fading instantly in his pale gray eyes as he wrapped his arms entirely around the distraught green. Shh....
But she refused the comfort, scrambling backwards and looking at Aonith, clearly hurt, the older green's comments doing nothing to soothe her. I don't want to be a parasite. I don't want to...And I will be, if I have to get people to help me /fly/! Dragons are /supposed to fly/, not be /helped/ to fly. I can't...I can't fly right without help? I - can't I try? There was a note of panic in the Greenweyrling's treble tones, clearly audible to both Tr'esnHers and to Aonith as she shuddered, as if trying to shed off the layer of panic clinging to her, and then pressed herself back against Tr'esn with a cry of distress, shrinking away slightly from Raylin, her eyes clearly agitated as she buried her head against Tr'esn's chest, another shudder running the length of her body.
Tr'esn glanced up at Raylin, a note of panic in his own voice as they cracked dramatically. "She's agitated. She's scared she won't be able to fly because of..." He ran his hands the length of the tiny green's body, picking up the tip of her tail and displaying the lack of spade before Oquith gave a resentful mewl of protest, tucking it against her haunches. Don't show it to anyone! They'll think I'm inferior, they'll think I'm pitiful and they'll sympathize and I don't /want it/, Tr'esnmine! Tr'esn blinked apologetically, wrapping his arms around Oquith again as he pressed his cheek against her head knobs and concentrated on loving her, closing his eyes and pressing his lips over and over again against her head as Oquith whined softly.
You know I love you. You know I'll always love you no matter what. Would you love me more if I could fly? the green protested, sinking with a slight sigh into his small frame. I don't care if you're landbound, Tr'esn swore, flicking Raylin an apologetic glance. But you want to fly. Wymeth or Qualuth can take me flying if I really need to, but I don't. I promise. I love you, okay? But I want to fly, too. Then I'll get you airborne if it's the last thing I do. Okay? I promise. The green calmed; Tr'esn could feel the last shreds of raw panic leaving her as she snuggled into him, more for the contact than the comfort. I love you too.
The Greenweyrling looked up, glancing at Aonith and Raylin. "Sorry. I - she's never acted so scared before. I didn't know she'd react that - that way..." Soberly, he returned his gaze, now thoughtful, to the sunrise, his lips drawn downwards in a slight frown as he sighed. Emotional - merely because Oquith was female, and thus, to Tr'esn, more liable to emotional - moments? Or merely a phase? Or - or what?
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Post by Rei on Dec 4, 2008 18:18:06 GMT -5
Raylin murmured a thank you to Aonith as she partially draped a wing over her in the draconic version of a hug. Her eyes however stayed riveted on the distressed Oquith and her bonded. The poor dear, what had upset her so? The question was answered by Tr’esn who showed her the reason for the little one’s distress, his dragon practically screaming her protest at the revealing of her deformity.
There was no spade at the end of her tail. Raylin had no idea why this would render her land bound but decided for now it was best not to ask. It would just upset Oquith more and she was clearly upset. She waited as the green dragon calmed herself patting Aonith’s leg absentmindedly. She wondered what the older green thought of the problem. Couldn’t she use her wings to change direction? She had seen many dragons using their wings to turn although she had never watched what the back half was doing at the time. Tr’esn’s voice brought her back to reality.
Tr’esn’s apology shocked the candidate into speech. “You don’t have to apologize it’s ok everyone gets upset sometimes even dragons I would imagine. If you want to see a real tantrum you should come to my old home. My twin brothers were the kings of chaos.” She rolled her eyes. Maybe making light of the situation would make it less awkward.
“Besides Oquith dear when you learn to fly you will have mastered it better than any dragon. That handicap is nothing when you put your mind to it. Heck we can work on it together. I am sure with all our brains put together and your Tr’esn’s support we can overcome this obstacle.” She smiled at the little dragon and offered a hand. “Deal?” She queried cocking her head, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder.
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Post by dragon on Dec 5, 2008 0:56:40 GMT -5
Dorava ambled onto the hill quietly, listening to all that was being said, wondering vaguely why her dragon was this far away from her weyr, and why Aonith had said nothing about going. But she didn't ask at the moment. Instead she merely arrived, and leaned quietly on Aonith's other front leg, but more around to the front so she could see the other members of the group. She seemed most perceptive, paying attention to all that was to be seen.
Aonith dipped her head and touched her snout to Dorava's crown for a moment, before looking at Oquith again. It's not insurmountable. She assured the dragonet. You can still fly, without a spade. You just won't have the control over where you're going quite so well. She pointed out. Your wings function perfectly well, do they not? You can and will fly. You just won't be as agile as the typical green. As for being a parisite, you never will be that. Not so long as you can flame. There are ground crews ... if all else fails, you can work with the ground crews. That is not a parisitic job. Aonith assured her, wishing she had never brought the subject to light. It would have been better had someone more prepared to fix the problem been the one to tell her about that.
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Post by Avu on Dec 5, 2008 16:34:19 GMT -5
Oquith was calming down considerably under the combined attentions, though she kept her head firmly pressed against Tr'esn's chest, the hole that served as an ear against his heart, marvelling at the steady pulse unconsciously as she focused on Raylin, her tongue flicking out to lick Tr'esn's hand as he absently caressed her muzzle, the boy smiling slightly at the impulsive motion and then at the Candidate's comment, head tilted slightly as he nodded. "It was pretty chaotic where I come from, too," he agreed softly, "And even more so in the Weyr itself. I just - I don't know. Qui just isn't usually - not - " He bit his lip, shrugged. "Not as - agitated." He'd always veered easily to meet the tiny greeen's attentions; perhaps the reason she'd so little reason to become agitated? Another mild shrug as he rubbed his cheek absently against Oquith's, the green, whose eyes were receding to their normal clear greenish blue hue, crooning softly.
And - and - Oquith cocked her head, clearly torn between pleasure and wariness, at Raylin's gesture, eyeing her hand with curiosity. What do I do? she asked of Tr'esn. Put your h - erm, your foreclaw, in hers, if you want to agree. Oquith hesitated again, glancing down at her forefeet and tucking her tail cautiously around her talonless left foreleg and carefully lifting her right, green hide meeting skin in a gesture akin to a canine being taught to shake, the clumsy, uncertain insertion of her claws, carefully sheathed to prevent cutting Raylin, into the girl's palm. The motion lasted only an instant, for Oquith, having felt approval from Hers, withdrew her talon, clicking it against the stone audibly as she crooned again, nudging her Bonded under his chin. Say thank you, please! she suggested. A slight smile touched the solemn, drooping lips. "Qui says thank you," he said softly, swinging his legs to dangle from the rock again.
Then he twitched, visibly recoiling from the older Greenrider as he drew Oquith towards him in an undeniably protective gesture. Older people scared him; not because of their age so much as the - the aura of confidence that was especially noticeable in dragonfolk. She is Aonith's, isn't she? You should say hello, Oquith commented, accepting the possessiveness with a soft croon. ...that's not fair, though, that's one more person I've spoken to this morning than dragon /you've/ spoken to, the Greenweyrling returned playfully. Still. I'm hungry, too, the green added plaintively, her voice rising slightly at the latter, and Tr'esn absently massaged his own stomach, a light frown tugging down the corner of his lip at the hunger pangs that had grown more prominent. We'll go get some food...soon, Tr'esn added. Let's go now, Oquith pleaded. I itch, too.
Right. Okay. Let's go, then... Tr'esn reluctantly dropped his arms from Oquith, and the green slipped fluidly to the ground, nuzzling Raylin's leg with a soft croon and then Aonith, craning her neck backwards to meet the older green's eyes - or at least, attempt to - and said, Thank you. The words were utterly solemn, her sweet treble tones lowered slightly, and then her voice rose plaintively again. Mine and I want to stay, but I'm /so/ hungry and I itch, and Weyrling lessons will start soon, so we should probably go. Thanks! This said, she bounded to Hers again, fastening her teeth lightly around the tunic's sleeve and tugging gently as he flashed an apologetic glance at Raylin. "Qui's hungry, and she wants to be oiled," he stated explanatorily - and bit his lip as he swiveled slowly to include Dorava in it. " - um, thanks. It was nice...talking, and all...we should probably go, though." He inclined his head slightly, his curls dropping in front of his eyes before he spun on his heel, allowing Oquith to pull him away, back towards the Weyr and the waiting food.
((I'm leaving for a week, so I didn't want to slow up the thread by staying in. <33))
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Post by Rei on Dec 6, 2008 15:51:17 GMT -5
Raylin beamed obviously pleased as the little dragon put a fore claw in her hand. Great this meant the little one would give it a shot. “You’re welcome Oquith.” The candidate responded after Tr’esn translated his dragon’s thought. She raised an eyebrow in question at the sudden look of nervous anxiety In Tr’esn’s eyes. The Weyrling had drawn his dragon up into his arms and was holding her there almost possessively.
The girl spun around to see what had provoked such an expression and saw a female rider leaning against Aonith’s leg. It was probably Aonith’s rider finally coming to see what her dragon had been up to. Raylin opened her mouth to speak but closed it. What was there to say? Was the rider angry? They hadn’t done anything wrong, had they?
Her train of thought was interrupted by Oquith gently butting her legs. The candidate turned halfway around to look at Tr’esn not willing to take her eyes off the female rider. The dark haired girl stifled a giggle as Oquith latched onto the weyrling’s sleeve and proceeded to try and drag the boy out of the clearing. It looked rather funny. Sort of like the time their farm canine had latched onto her shirt and tried to drag her back towards the stable. She had been only three turns and had started to wander off.
“It’s ok Tr’esn.” The candidate said reassuringly in response to the weyrling’s apology. “I wouldn’t want to keep you guys from breakfast. It was nice speaking to you to. I will see you around I’m sure.” She waved until the pair was out of sight and then turned to the new rider and Aonith. She didn’t know what to say or how to start so she just kept quiet and waited for the rider to speak first.
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Post by dragon on Dec 7, 2008 20:24:59 GMT -5
Dorava watched the weyrlings leave, and then looked at Raylin again. She smiled slightly. "Goodmorning." She said, pleasantly. "I trust Aonith has been behaving herself?" she asked, with some teasing to her tone.
Aonith snorted, and bunted her rider with her leg, sending Dorava stumbling - and laughing - to a seat on the ground out in front of the dragon.
Of course I have been behaving! What an absurd notion. Aonith berated her rider. Of all the things to say ... and aloud so that someone else could hear, too! How embarrassing. That kind of comment was liable to make the younglings think that Aonith tended to be a miscreant!
Dorava collected her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them before looking at Raylin. "What's your name?"
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