Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Sept 21, 2010 7:21:23 GMT -5
Harperlove pricklyface is, the golden worm scolded, dropping from his ear to his shoulder so she had something smoother to rub against. "Am I?" A hand came up to rub at the short stubble still left on his chin, and he snorted softly. "Forgot to shave. Raebeli won't mind." Dementia mind. Bellebelle nice. "You don't know her." Harperlove remember much, remember Bellebelle box many shiny cloths, remember ugly bald flyscreecher hatchling, remember save Harperlove bad man from. Dementia know what Harperlove remember. "Okay. Raebeli's nice. That's why she won't mind." Dementia mind! Viper lady no come if Bellebelle like Dementia's Harperlove. How like pricklyface? "Is that what this is all about? Elysia's at the feast, Men...and even so, she's too proud to come chasing after me. Raebeli's an old friend." Better is. Harperlove mine, Bellebelle no want for mate and keep Viper Lady away far. Best is. "I don't think 'Bellebelle' can protect me from 'Viper Lady' without needing a protector of her own, so let's keep that genuis plan of yours locked away until we can refine it, hm?"
With his crooning gold coiled about his neck as far as she could go, the wherhandler stepped briskly through the halls toward the weyrling barracks. Despite the fine stubble (he was still too young and too naturally clean-faced to develop more than that, even after sevendays) and the scarring that was impossible to conceal, Dmitri had taken the time to make himself more than presentable without Dementia's insistance. Not that she hadn't been pestering at him for the last candlemark regardless. He'd layered up, starting with a long-sleeved shirt of harper sky-blue, the sleeves tapered to cuffs to make it easier to lace up the brown leather bracers that extended from wrist to just below the elbow. White, fingerless gloves covered his hands, masking some of the deformity in the right.
The blue shirt left entirely unlaced, had he worn only that the fine tight muscle of a man who spent half his nights loping after a certain wher would have been quite prominently on display. As it was, it frothed over a tight, high-waisted leather vest, dyed pure white and embroidered in gold scrollwork down the left beside the laces. Add to that a dark blue waistcoat left to hang open, also sleeveless, and dark brown calfskin pants blousing into his boots, his belt and dagger slung low on his hips, you could almost be fooled into thinking he wasn't thin as a reed. The softness of boyhood and easy living had hardened into something lean and hungry and predatory, all angles, and the tight damaged muscle that kept his face in a perpetual forced smirk did little to detract from the impression.
Nevertheless, there was a tiredness to the dark grey-blue of his eyes, just the barest touch of vulnerability. He hadn't thought Raebeli would agree. Nice though she was, he'd neglected her entirely. For years. First it was being a wherling and adjusting to the night schedule, then, in the last year, he'd beem weyrmated to a woman easily inspired to jealousy. And vicious enough to do more than spit words at her. It occurred to him that Elysia may well still be a problem, but Raebeli was a new weyrling and he'd taken pains to not shove it in Elysia's face - despite the suspicion that the woman's current behavior with the brownrider had at least something to do with him - so hopefully common sense would win out.
He found her door, knocking lightly on it. Not that it mattered. Dementia felt the need to announce their presence, fluting an affectionate Bellebelle! at any within earshot. Dmitri rolled his eyes. Of course the only time she'd actually be sweet to another person, especially a female, was when she was driven by ulterior motives. "I'm not out to win her, you loon," he whispered to the mandyr. Harperlove's favorite loon, the gold returned, and licked his earlobe. He sighed.
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Post by Lotty on Sept 22, 2010 0:53:49 GMT -5
It was probably good that her roommate was nowhere to be seen because Syrene most likely wouldn't appreciate the cheerful humming emanating from the perky little mindhealer as she primped and readied in the vanity. This didn't mean that Raebeli was completely devoid of criticism however, because she was after all in the weyrling barracks for very good reason. The woman had accidentally side-stepped candidacy and Impressed to the little green Quixoth who was calmly curled up on her couch and watching her bonded with wide, blue-eyed curiosity. This one was not the type to miss a single thing, that was for sure, and commenting on Rae's odd behavior was not beyond her And you say this makes you look pretty Raelove? I took you as you were, and you should expect no less from anyone else... "I'm doing this for myself Qui, not for anybody else dear," she explained while reaching for a stick of kohl Cap'n had held out for her in his hooked beak.
And what does this do for you? All the silliness you put on your face and hang from your ears? The green's head canted in genuine curiosity; these kinds of persistent questions had not been uncommon since their first meeting, but as the mindhealer was one accustomed to asking questions, it was a nice change of pace to be able to answer them for a change, "It just feels good to do something once and a while, and besides, I want to surprise my friend!" She was not shy about adding a good natured chuckle either before turning back to the mirror and attending to the final touches on her hair and make up; pinning back a chunk of her dark tresses with a decorative clip. Well I want to meet this friend then, if you are taking such pains to fancy yourself up for him. Oh geeze... Maybe, Raebeli assumed, the young dragon would get it eventually.
It was about then that she heard knocks against her door, followed not long after by the salamandyr's calls. The voice - and the nickname, Bellebelle was a new one - was oddly sweet considering the rumors she had heard of the wrathful personalities their species tended to hold, but suspicions didn't hold the woman back from swinging the door open with exceptional gusto. "Demi!" Arms spanned out wide open in a clear warning before she draped herself over him in a hug, "It has been too long you know, I was beginning to worry that you had forgotten all about me," and that was no exaggeration, after the turns had passed she assumed that the wherhandler was in too deep with....whatever he was involved with. She heard rumors but in the effort to stay objective the woman never really heeded them. The stuff of gossip also said she was a whack job, so how could she believe what ran rampant about her friends?
Rae stepped back from the harper after a moment, giving him a chance to take a gander at her outfit, appropriately colorful as always for her with the floral print skirts the weaverhall was cranking out and a slouchy white blouse that hung off the shoulder. The summer months allowed for leather sandals and her own brand of mix and match jewelry accounted for the rest. Little did she know however that Quixoth had stalked up from behind and poked her pale head out the door to steal the show. She was serious when she said she wanted to meet the friend that had inhabited her bonded's memories.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Sept 25, 2010 10:44:25 GMT -5
Wide eyes gave way to a genuine smile, Dmitri recovering from his surprise swiftly enough to return the hug just as warmly, if not quite so...flamboyantly. His small, golden shoulder adornment found her way into Raebeli's hair, draping herself down the woman's nose and prodding at her face in what could only be interpreted as an inspection. "Men.." Dmitri reached for the little nuisance, but she darted back up to make Raebeli's hair clip her throne. Is pretty, Dementia announced. Can touch Mine if good. Harperlove Dementia's mate is. Bellebelle understand? "She gets strange ideas into her head," Dmitri offered apologetically, narrowing his eyes at his gold. Strange like smart cuddly. "Are you trying to say fox?" Dementia say smart cuddly, Dementia mean smart cuddly, the salamandyr responded haughtily. "Riiight. You look very nice, Rae," he commented. Name is Bellebelle. Dmitri sighed. "Would you be happy if I called her Belle?" Dementia thought for a moment. Is acceptable.
He eyed the gold for another moment to see if she would continue to interrupt him, but she seemed to be entertaining herself by fluffling up the mindhealer's hair for a pillow, folding her legs in front of her sphinx-like and crooning her approval of this meeting. Dmitri, not for the first time, wondered what had possessed him to go to a hatching of wild firelizards and salamandyrs. And he really didn't know why Dementia had any interest in him, though she'd thrown an absolute fit when that green had started...great. He attracted female salamandyrs. Pushing that thought aside, he glanced down at the head peeking out around Raebeli's hip. "You must be Quixoth. I plan on taking Yours outside, if you'd like to come with us," he stated lightly. Hatchlings didn't bother him like full-grown dragons did, and he'd been getting used to Onyth. Who now wanted to eat him, most like, but whatever.
Offering Raebeli his arm, he murmured, "I know it's been a long time. I'm sorry about that. Elysia's...honestly, she's kind of neurotic, but I think it'll be more enjoyable on the river away from all the noise and press, anyway." Not to mention his ex was less likely to create a scene if she didn't see him with Raebeli. She wasn't the sort to listen when he said this was just something between friends. They had a lot of catching up to do. "I got you something." Bending down, he picked up the small bag he'd been carrying, loosening the drawstring to reveal a pot with a small box at the bottom. "Since you've a tendency to burn water, I thought we might work on that," he offered teasingly. "Soup is easy, I hear. We can learn together." He tightened the drawstring again. The box was for later.
He urged her outside, waiting to see if Quixoth would follow. Dmisk had followed him everywhere when he was young, after all, and Dementia had taken to claiming him every moment of every day again now that Elysia was no longer a factor. Crazy mandyr.
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Post by Lotty on Oct 2, 2010 17:10:28 GMT -5
Normally a girl would be bothered by their perfectly groomed and fluffed hair being mussed by anything much less a haughty little pet, but then... Rae did not fit the description of a normal girl however, and should we even start on the ways she wasn't then we could all very well be sitting here all day. No instead she took the show as a compliment rather than any act of dominance and red tickled her cheeks, her hands coming up only moments later to hide the rosy hue. "Pretty?" She asked incredulously; surely the mandyr was referring to her hair piece and not actually her. Yes, of course that was the best explanation, since the comb was shiny enough for pets and children alike to adore. Never mind the fact that Dementia's proclamation was followed shortly by Demi's own remark that she looked nice.
Cutely she curtsied for the wherhandler, her eyes squinting closed as she smiled big and broadly, feet bouncing onto their tip toes with a dancer's grace, "Why thank you! You look ravishing yourself you know...and," Quixoth butted the rest of her body through the door to give a soft croon and rub against her bonded's side. Without missing a step the weyrling was able to mindlessly run her hand along the pale jade hide as she carried on with her babble, "Yes, yes this is Quixoth. She does say hi." It didn't even take anymore prodding than that and the green had an earful for the group. Luckily she knew her manners well enough and was pleasant above all else, Hello....I can come? It wasn't at all her begging, instead it was clarification. She cocked her head and looked up at the two humans trying to decipher exactly if she was wanted where they were going and not just invited, If you want me so. I really should go regardless though, to keep you two in line...
Rae couldn't help but be amused really. Her Quixoth had quite the personality indeed, and after sparring a wink to the little weyrling she turned her attention back to Dmitiri, "Who would've thought you know? All the handlers I knew and a dragon of all things came and picked me out, right from the stands," she was not a shameless creature though, and felt somewhat guilty about the whole thing. Candidates came to her day in and day out over the pains of being left on the sands, of wrestling with the rejection, and here she gets Quixoth without even trying, They will find theirs soon too. If it is meant to be that is.
Enough of that then, she reached to take the harper's arm but paused in the process remembering the gold mandyr that sat atop her head. Oh yes she had been warned about this! "I'd take your arm, but I believe that your mistress has permission to grant first," she didn't dare point or gesture, but her blue eyes did shift north causing her to scrunch her nose goofily and laugh before being distracted by the bag and falling into a fit of the giggles again. A cooking pot? Oh goodness would she never live that down? "Ok, ok, fair enough. What is life gone unexamined?" Learning to cook without disaster was probably a good thing, and being the sport she was stepped out fully into the hall with Quixoth not far behind. She was willing to start any time.
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Post by Requiem on Oct 7, 2010 17:30:45 GMT -5
"Of course you can come. Dementia is, so why should we not..." He broke off, squinting down at the hatchling incredulously. "Keep in line?" There was nothing to keep in line, unless Raebeli had some secrets of her own she wasn't sharing. His eyes turned to hers questioningly, but Dementia interrupted that. No need little fire-belcher guard. Harperlove Demenita mate, keep in line no necessary, not at all. This was followed by a very scathing look down through Raebeli's head, as if she could stare the woman into submission without the mindhealer even seeing the look. Dmitri should have apologized, but instead he just found himself chuckling; there was a reason he'd named the little menace Dementia, after all.
The pot had gotten the reaction he'd hoped, and the harper felt some of the tension melting from the knotted muscles in his shoulders. Despite Raebeli's forgiving nature, he'd been worried that the long time without seeing each other would make this meeting awkward. He wasn't exactly the same energetic, goofy little snot he'd been when they first met. Now he was just a taller, thinner, dour snot. Running his fingers through his short hair - thereby removing the elbow she hadn't taken so as not to throw Dementia into fits - Dmitri fell in beside her and the pair and their escort made their way out and down to the riverbank.
The fire was just as he'd left it, high enough to give off warmth while still not being that lively. Fish, wrapped in bay leaves, lay baking in the embers and spiced cider simmered over the flames. It was a pretty simple set-up, but really was about the limit of his abilities, and he hadn't wanted to put any more pressure on the kitchens while they were preparing for the feast. Logs had been rolled around the fire and he smiled at Raebeli, nodding for her to have a seat while he poked at the fire to stir it up a bit.
"When I first came here, I wanted to see what it was like to Impress to a dragon. Professional curiosity, you could call it. How can you write any songs about things you don't know? So Eikane and I, being curious and foolish, decided we'd join the candidate ranks so we could get a really good view. But, of course, not only was it a wher hatching instead of a dragon hatching coming up, but we managed to Impress to whers." He snorted. "I'm still very curious as to what it feels like to Impress a dragon, even though I've heard it's not dissimilar to 'mandyrs." His eyes locked on Raebeli's, the curiosity clear in them.
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Post by Lotty on Oct 20, 2010 16:27:51 GMT -5
Rae felt like the luckiest lady on that half of Pern. This was much better than whatever was going on at the main feast, and she was not even for a second regretful for not going. It was argued to her that the feast was in honor of the new hatchings, and she having Impressed to one was expected to, if not obligated, to go. She wasn't exactly of the same mind though; all those feasts and gathers and such...well they just got so busy and people were so caught up in the celebrations that they never seemed to remember what they were celebrating anyway. She was convinced that her presence would not be missed...and that was more than fine to her.
She got a nostril full of it first before she even saw the fish wrapped up or the cider simmering but that didn't make her any less surprised when she did see their meal on the verge of readiness. Quixoth of course noticed it too and lightly pushed past Dmitri and Rae to investigate the offerings. Not that she had any designs of eating it herself - Qui had been faithfully fed and oiled and taken care of earlier that evening, before Cap'n even which swelled her with pride - but her pale muzzle did poke awfully close to the food and took in large sniffs, It looks good the way it is. Dinner time. "Silly girl you can't let fish go uncooked like that! And be careful won't you? You'll burn your nose that way."I don't see why not. If it smells good, and looks good, and sounds good than it must be good....but if you insist...
The dragonet turned from the little set up, curling her impressively long tail carefully as not to accidentally knock anything over or catch her limb in the fire. There was a subtle plopping sound as she settled into place on the riverbank - a dry spot as she was all cleaned for the night - and rested her head on a foreleg as to properly watch the two of them...and Dementia because why not? The crazy gold was crazy and she was fascinated by her, even if she would never mention it to anyone.
Raebeli parked her behind right on the log bench, but only after carefully smoothing out her skirt and going through the ritual primping that as a female she couldn't help but do. Weyrlinghood would not rob her of that, she could wear the pants and throw on the boots, she'd run the laps and everything, but she never had any delusions of masculinity unlike a few of the weyrlings who the weyr has churned out before her. Stay what you are was saying that she had been keeping in mind lately, no matter how hard it seemed in her rapidly changing life.
In a final show of comfort she folded her hands in her lap and tilted her head in her habitual way to listen to Demi's story. She remembered him showing up to the Weyr, but never remembering even inquiring exactly into how he had managed to get himself a Dmisk. Question answered clearly, and she couldn't help but bubble underneath a collected cover at how proud she was about learned that little bit more about someone else's life. Especially when that someone else was a friend of hers. Laughing she shrugged for the handler, "I wish I could tell ya, I don't have a mandyr, I don't think we have any common denominator in terms of lifemates..." she attempted a description however, trying her best to say what she meant and mean what she said, "But it feels like the little shocks from fuzzy sweaters...only all over your body..." she blushed and looked down feeling embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I'm not a poetic type like you..."
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Post by Requiem on Oct 27, 2010 8:08:02 GMT -5
Dmitri remained crouched by the fire, watching Quixoth with curiosity. It didn't upset him that she seemed just a little too interested in the fish. After all, it might not even be a bad thing if she decided to eat it herself; Dmitri's cooking skills were only moderately better than those of 'she-who-burns-water.' Fortunately, cooking meat wasn't difficult as long as it wasn't undercooked or burned to a crisp. Though some people liked it crispy, too. No matter, regardless, if it didn't work out for whatever reason they could always filch something from the feast. No reason to get upset about it regardless.
The wherhandler poured some of the simmering cider into a couple of pewter cups, glancing occasionally at Raebeli as she spoke. Dementia apparently had found a comfortable spot in the girl's hair to settle in by this point. Her eyes were all but fully lidded, tailtip twitching lightly. No like big flyers, the female commented, with no real regard for the fact that one was right near them. Threaten, then nice, then threaten again. No like games. "I don't think all dragons are like Ony," Dmitri stated quietly. Even so, he knew that Dementia's problems with the large flyers weren't restricted to Onyth, any more than his were. Ysaloth had attacked Dmisk (not on purpose, but still) and there were the flaming dragons when Fort attacked, plus Dmitri was uncomfortable with them anyway.
Almost as uncomfortable as he was with fire. There was a reason this fire had been reduced to mere smolders. He got weird around open flames. Knew it was an entirely irrational thing, this fear, but it didn't make it go away. At least no one really knew about it. Dmitri was...very good at not showing things that he didn't want seen.
The teenager settled on the log next to Raebeli, offering her a cup before extending his hand for Dementia. The gold stepped onto the back of his hand and curled up into a ball, just barely fitting coiled like that. He moved his hand carefully to his lap. His look was amused and surprised. "Poetic? I don't think anyone has ever called me that before," he commented, bemused. Granted, he had a gift for words like most harpers did. He just didn't tend to use his in any way that most people would deem 'poetic.' "I don't suppose it's really the same thing for everyone anyway. Dementia was like getting hit by a wher at full speed; she had so many emotions going on when she Impressed to me I think my brain must have broken for a few seconds." There was affection behind the words, even if the tone was definitely on the rueful side.
"A wher, though...they don't feel like much to start with. A little tug. Once they blood you it's different. Dmisk doesn't let me feel him, his thoughts or emotions, directly. He's very...closed. But I can feel his presence there all the time now." A shrug. He didn't often talk about the more personal aspect of his mindmates, but he thought it only fair if he was asking Raebeli about her dragon. Cold spot. A smile twitched on the edge of his mouth at Dementia's input. "Yeah, kinda like a cool spot." The gold licked his gloved hand. Make minds fix, yes, Bellebelle? Can tell Harperlove should mate be?
Dmitri rolled his eyes, taking a sip of the cider.
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Post by Lotty on Oct 31, 2010 22:35:09 GMT -5
The weather was good, the company was good, the cider was very good. Well, at least she was guessing it was. Too afraid of burning her tongue - and still trying to hide her blush - the woman was busy blowing at the top of the cup, but the little rivulets of steam only would disperse for a moment before rising again from the hot drink. Hmmf, well sometimes patience was a virtue, and she set aside the pewter cup to a place at her feet where it could properly cool...carefully though, he knew not to tip her head and send Dementia rolling off.
After all she already had the fact that she was bonded to a "big flyer" working against her. She admittedly wasn't on the up and up when it came to salamandyr language, but as soon as Demi said Onyth she knew that the gold certainly was in a tizzy over dragons. The mindhealer didn't know the green in question at all, or how she 'threaten, then nice' over and over, but was she knew of Quixoth wasn't similar in the least. The green was at least consistent and level headed if a bit funny, but was she about to protest? Nah. There was no special medal for winning an argument with a mandyr after all and she was quick to turn her attention away from the talks of dragons.
"Of course you're poetic. You were a harper weren't you? Are a harper..." she shrugged, she knew not all of the harpers specialized in the same things, much like not all healers took interest in the same disciplines, but she did make some generalities and one of those was that a journeyman harper must surely be able to use their tongue spectacularly.
Now, now...Raebeli was generally the innocent sort, and with a still young green attached to her, of course the notion was pure in intentions. She was the type after all, to be able to look right past any preconceived notions of what a date was and think of a meal on the riverside as being one hundred percent normal and platonic. The mindhealer was regarding the whole shindig as nothing more than the reuniting of two long lost friends. Two friends who had so much to talk about. Case in point: Impressing Dementia. The woman definitely wasn't around for that, and giggled at the description of the experience being like a getting hit by a wher.
"A cold spot? Hmm," quite curious. She didn't quite know what to make of that, but if it what was comfortable and right for them then there was little room for interpretation. Despite all the inquisitiveness in the world sometimes things just were the way they were. Finding 'Harperlove's mate' was a totally different thing all together and the woman very outwardly looked confused with a quirked eyebrow and a slightly aghast expression. What do you even say to that? "Yesss? But...I thought you said you were Harperlove's mate?" she addressed the gold directly, before looking at Demi with a pleading face. Get her out of this weird conversation please!
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Post by Requiem on Nov 1, 2010 9:18:32 GMT -5
"Were a harper is probably accurate enough," Dmitri intoned dryly. He still practiced his craft, of course, but there was no way to advance in it here and the Night Sentinel had taken over his life as it was. He actually didn't mind much, though. His talent was composition, but that had merely been a way to get his foot in the door with the higher-ups to practice what he'd really been trained in: politics. The teen much preferred his current life. "I won't argue any further against a lady's compliment, though," he added with his incurably lopsided smile.
Dmitri was too busy swallowing a laugh at Raebeli's pleading look to be of any immediate help, so it was Dementia who responded first. Bellebelle listen, no hear. Tired must be. Headsponge no work right. Oh, she must want something from Raebeli to be so nice about it. (If saying Raebeli's brain was dysfunctional could truly be considered nice.) "She did," Dmitri replied, when he was no longer in danger of laughing at his friend. "She wants you to 'fix' my brain so I chase her like a proper mate when she Runs." The concept of disparities in species and size didn't seem to penetrate, and Dmitri had long since stopped trying. Think Dementia. Harperlove no is Dementia. Headsponge broken, Bellebelle see. Good Bellebelle, for Dementia fix, yes?
The wherhandler couldn't help but smile in fond amusement at his odd little pet's notions, lifting a shoulder in a nonverbal that was part apology and part 'what can be done?' "We'll bug her about 'fixing' me later, 'kay, Men?" 'Kay, later, but will fix, the gold agreed with a definite note of stubbornness. "My girl is very prone to jealousy," Dmitri added, by way of explanation. He sipped at the cider again and turned his gaze to the river beyond. "I've hardly seen you since you visited me at the infirmary after Fort attacked. You were at the latest wher Hatching, weren't you?" His eyes flicked back to her. "What have you been doing? Making the world a happier place one 'headsponge' at a time?"
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Post by Lotty on Nov 2, 2010 21:24:55 GMT -5
Guh. How do you even begin? She was willing to put aside the fact that she was just told her brain was broken - or at least she think thats what was said - but that still left her with the question of what are you supposed to say to a mandyr about the whole thing. She thought that maybe saying bestiality is bad to a human would be a clear enough and straightforward answer but telling a mandyr this was just beyond everything that she even imagined. Her mouth quivered as she for once was rendered completely speechless, a sensation she thankfully didn't have to deal with for long as the wherhandler finally stopped grinning long enough to save her from the awkward exchange with Dementia. To that she took a great big sigh of relief and took a drink of the cider that had finally cooled.
"Later," she agreed, but by later she meant never. There was no way that the mindhealer was going to brainwash the young man into wanting to chase a gold wormy thing and that was that. As for what she had been up to this whole time? Now that was a subject that she could shed some light on in the hopes that Demi would in turn divulge a little bit of his goings on too. Hey, she was an awfully curious creature, and though gossip was generally not the motive she did like the power of having knowledge, "I was at the last wher hatching. Up to no good mostly, I hung on Nautic because I saw that you were...busy," with some woman in lingerie. Rae had not bee disappointed...no not at all, "anyway, people think of me as awfully forward, but I am not one to go intruding on people's conversations."
After taking another sip of the cider and nodding in approval at the taste she kicked her sandals off as if it was instrumental in getting comfortable enough to talk about the events that transpired in their time away from each other, "I guess you can say I have been working on quite a handful of headsponges, and when I am not trying to fix them I'm...or I was busy compiling everything that I've learned...come up with," she held up her hands in front of her face and held them apart a good couple of inches apart, "I have about that much in the way of hides I could send back to the healers at Fort," and honestly she had thought of inquiring about a return to the place soon...but Quixoth had a paw in stopping that. You act as if that was a baddd thing. Never sweetheart.
"I don't know what all I can do with it now that I have Qui over here. I'd hate for turns of work to go to waste though..." She was currently sitting on it as it was, but she figured that as time progressed it would all become more clear. Returning her hands to where they could prop her up on either side she asked, "How about you? Certainly something else in your life kept you busy other than the one I hear is called Elysia."
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Post by Requiem on Nov 8, 2010 21:54:30 GMT -5
The queen was finally drifting off to sleep, and Dmitri was thankful for the respite. He was thankful that Raebeli seemed to be willing to humor the gold. Trying to argue with her about what should and shouldn't be and what could and couldn't be done was bound to result in nothing but fits. His salamandyr wasn't the most logical of creatures, even if she was wickedly intelligent at the most inopportune of times. Right now he could feel her mind fading, slowing against his, the creature curled on the back of his hand and crooning contentedly. Not much of an escort, was she? Not that they needed one. Dmitri wouldn't do anything to hurt baby dragons, even if the adult ones scared the shit out of him half the time. The idea that Raebeli would want anything to happen was just...ludicrous.
Up to no good, huh? Dmitri was very tempted to ask just what the mindhealer was about that was apparently so wicked, but his mind sidetracked at her next words. Busy keeping Dementia and Harmony from killing each other, no doubt. He preferred to use other methods to get his salamandyr to behave - perhaps because she was one of the few 'mandyrs who actually did obey Hers blindly - but sometimes there was no opportunity for that. Dmitri couldn't help but despise people who couldn't control their own mindmates, though. If not through an order, through manipulation. Bribery. There were plenty of options.
Dmitri listened to Raebeli's problem, head tilting slightly to one side. "Couldn't you just...send it with someone else? I mean, Fort Hold is neutral because of Harper Hall and Healer Hall. No one should harrass any dragonriders who go, and then your research could get back to them." He could understand wanting to take it herself, but, if that was the case, she could leave Quixoth for a short time, just to go with the rider. Not now, of course. The green was still too little. But soon it should be all right, shouldn't it? Dmitri mentally shrugged. Raebeli was a smart woman; no doubt she'd figure it out for herself.
A slight wince accompanied Raebeli's comment, and his hand went to scratching at the back of his head. "Yeah, I kinda dropped the ball on that one, didn't I? Elysia's something of a long story. I doubt you've any real interest in it. But no, she wasn't the only thing going on. Dmisk has...well, to be frank, he and Quintresk have made the entire area around Selenitas their territory. Driving out felines, wild whers, making it safe for their sisters and for the rest of Selenitas as a kind of afterthought. They wanted to restart the Night Watch. Now it's the Night Sentinel. Been pretty busy reorganizing that and helping Dmisk. It's a lot of land to cover, you know, especially with so few whers."
He smiled wryly. "I doubt that makes you feel any less neglected, but at least it wasn't all being wrapped up in some woman?" Yes, Dmitri could laugh at himself. Sort of. He didn't really find Elysia funny but he did know he'd been something of an ass to everyone else while with her.
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Nov 19, 2010 15:35:44 GMT -5
"I suppose I could send it along, but I guess I have something of an ego...just wanted to see myself turn it in you know?" Of course with the return there, she also hoped that there would be some sort of spark of nostalgia and that she would decide to stay. After all she had a good run at Selenitas, but her friends and acquaintances remained in the north there. Of course there was her family too, and she missed her father. All in all Raebeli didn't think she was static enough to stay in one place forever, which was exactly why she was so elated to become a journeywoman in the first place all those turns ago.
This obviously was not even an option anymore. Not that she would want to leave Quixoth anyway. Just the thought of the dragon sent a brief glance off in the slumbering green's direction before a slide of her eyes back on to her company. There was another good thing about the South. She had her first of those Selenitas friends back again. His presence reminded her that though friends come and go, the best ones will always return, "You're right, I have little interest in her, I merely mention her to prod at you a bit..." which wasn't exactly true, but he didn't seem too open to telling any tales, and she wasn't about to ruin a good evening.
Nonetheless she didn't let up with the act, and wiggled a finger at him teasingly, ending with a poke at his nose and giggling. And yes, even as he talked about something somewhat serious - the good doings of the Night Sentinel - she still had that general rosy cheek bemusement, "Its a wonder there are as many whers as there are though. I don't recall ever hearing about there being as many other places...aside from maybe mines. You don't have to deal with that sort of business do you? Mining?" She indirectly had to...saving crazy weyrling boys from their darkness phobias.
"I'll buy your explanations though, even if it is easier for us girls to go around blaming other women when their friends run off on them," she laughed again trying to imagine herself being the jealous type...the kind of woman who would go around slighting others, maybe even sneaking poison into Elysia's drink. Haha, not a chance that this would ever make a believable image, and for another laugh she threw out a threat, "Pull a move like that again though and I'll come and get you...hypnotize you or thwack you over the head again and have you thinking you're a black lizard."
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Nov 21, 2010 1:29:28 GMT -5
Dmitri nodded at her admission, the lopsided smile he couldn't avoid giving if he tried turning up the corner of his mouth on the unscarred side. Couldn't say much about egos. His was...probably a bit too healthy. Though the bluehandler found that it was good to have some. Otherwise you just turned into an annoying, whiny, self-destructive ninny that made everyone else tempted to throw you in the nearest body of water in an attempt to shock you out of it.
Nose pokeage? Tch. Everyone liked treating him like a kid around here. (Nevermind that he technically was one. Even if he was almost eighteen. He thought he had done rather a lot for his age, thank you much.) Dmitri let the irritation slide, though. This was Raebeli, after all. It would be weird if she didn't act like this, now wouldn't it? Teasing him had always been one of her favorite pasttimes.
"Me personally? No. Nautic deals with the mines, and I'm sure some of the younger whers will end up there. One or two. I doubt Dmisk would like being stuck in caves all night after spending his entire life outdoors." Neither would he like having to give his territory over to someone else to hold, though Dmitri didn't mention that. No, if he'd even thought to, the idea was arrested by what Raebeli said next.
For the longest time, the teenager simply stared at the woman, a small furrow forming between his brows. "Again." Clearly, he wasn't focusing on the point of her statement here. "You told me that it was some man who hit me and fled. But it was you who hit me?" For a moment it looked like he might be angry - or maybe that was just the nature of his scarred face at work. Then, though, he covered his face with a palm. And laughed. "Shards, but I was pathetic. Defeated by furniture and a sandals-wearing mindhealer? If Els had only seen that, you wouldn't have had to worry about any 'running off.' She would have stayed well away from me. Shards. Really?"
Peeking out over his fingers, he finally lowered his hand to his lap and shook his head. "Ah, but you're in trouble now. I know you're a liar." He imitated her earlier motion and wagged a finger at her. "Won't be so easy to trick me next time. And no hypnotism. I don't really believe in it anyway, but I'd rather not take my chances."
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Nov 21, 2010 20:27:57 GMT -5
"Oh good, I can't imagine you in the mines either....though I would have never guessed Nautic hung our in there either. Something about that blond hair you know, makes him seem....sunny!" Of course that was the assumption people had about her, but she was notorious for having spent turns at Selenitas working the long night shift in the infirmary. It worked out for her on one hand since the wher handlers proved to be her best friends, but then again all the real mental maladies seemed to happen in the middle of the day...when she was napping. To think the girl actually went without her beauty sleep from time to time. At very least it didn't reflect on her appearance too much, she was much the same in appearance as when she got here...her hair may have been a tad longer though, she was subconsciously growing out her own to make up for the long locks that Demi had lost long ago.
She was not ashamed to say she had been a big fan of those golden curls. Jealous almost.
Things were going all well and good until Demi had caught her in a lie. A three turn long lie, but a lie nonetheless. She had really told him that a man did that? Ohhhh... yeah she did, and the girl shifted her eyes side to side as she tried to think of some sort of cop out. Should she tell him that it was actually a Fruedian slip? That in all honesty she had wanted to hit him but didn't? No, the damage was clearly already done and she grimaced as his smile went awry and all the scars on his face seemed to turn into down stricken lines. Oopsies! She leaned forward instinctually with her hand to mollify her statement, but after a moment her hand recoiled back to a relieved gesture resting on her chest.
He thought it was funny.
If he was fine with it, well then she would be fine with it too, and she laughed herself, nodding along with her answer, "Really. I mean, it was a pretty heavy scroll, and I really thought you were....I didn't know it was you!" Pulling back ever so slightly the mindhealer grinned real big and jokingly flexed her biceps, not that there was a whole lot there, she was a slip of a thing compared to many of her fellows, "I might be a liar, but maybe I have more secrets though! Maybe I have super strength...maybe I'm a double nought spy..." but for who she would have no clue, "I have come to this weyr to read all of your minds and run off back to Fort with all of your knowledge! That is the true nature of my studies..."
She had dropped her arms by now and resumed her coy smiles. If she was a spy, then she had the best cover in the history of all of Pern. Who could deny a face like hers!?
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Nov 21, 2010 20:58:45 GMT -5
Dmitri snorted at Raebeli, a definite half-smile taking over his face. Even the scarred half twitched upward a little, though that only made it even more lopsided. A brow rose as she demonstrated her prodigious 'strength,' and then he shook his head at her. "Careful, Raebeli. You might tempt me to actually test that super strength of yours, and then you'll be outed for sure." He reached over and poked her on the nose. Long arms had their uses, at times. Dmitri was even getting out of the lanky stage a bit now, despite the fact that he probably still seemed pretty skinny compared to before. Broadening a little instead of just climbing ever heavenward.
"Okay, then, Miss Mindreader. If you're so good at this that they sent you here to steal all 'our' knowledge, why don't you demonstrate this ability? What am I thinking right now?" he questioned, his eyebrow raised teasingly. The young man settled his arms over his chest and leaned back slightly with a decidedly smug look on his face. Raebeli would never guess it right, he was sure. Probably think his mind was on their conversation, when actually it was on the food. About time to get the fish off the fire.
After a moment, he crossed his ankles, too, eyes drifting out over the riverbed, listening to the quiet lap of the water in its banks. It wasn't moving so swiftly at this spot as it was right near the waterfall. Actually, considering it widened here quite a bit, the water was relatively slow. He liked the peacefulness. It made him think of writing another song, actually, and his fingers moved lightly against his arms at the melodies and harmonies playing through his head.
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