Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Mar 29, 2009 20:06:02 GMT -5
On R'wign's signal, Farryl leaned into Checkoth's body. She was careful to avoid his neck and still put as much weight into it as possible. She doubted she was strong enough to hurt him in any way and she trusted his rider to tell her if it was too much for him. Hopefully this would work. She hated the idea of the poor brown being stuck any longer.
On the other side, Peppeth clutched Checkoth's rear leg and pulled with all her might, which was to say, not much. In truth Behruth and M'ta were probably doing all the work. But the little green was trying her very best to help as much as she could. You can do it, Big Brother! she called forth encouragement.
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Post by glamourie on Mar 31, 2009 4:56:11 GMT -5
And -- SUCCESS! With a really loud squeaking noise like leather peeling off of wood, followed by an equally loud thump, Checkoth was lodged free of the doorway. The brown weyrling crooned in excitement as he stumbled backwards, his head bopping the side of the doorframe. He was lucky, too, for as he waddled back, he landed right on his rump, narrowly missing M’ta in the process. His wings flared at his sides, two tails sprawled on the ground behind him spreading in opposite directions, and his eyes whirled very blatant confusion. The brown weyrling looked very frazzled, and nothing short of hysterical, covered in soap suds as he was. The fact that he was trumpeting as loud as he could to announce his freedom to the whole Weyr (that evil doorframe tried to eat him, it did!) only served to accentuate how funny the whole situation was… and Checkoth, unfortunately, was completely oblivious. He was just happy to be free, free at last!
Through the doorway R’wign stumbled, one hand coming up to his face as his eyes went wide. Then he fell forward and reached over to grab Check’s foreleg to avoid hitting the ground face-first. Hysterical laughter quickly consumed him and he wobbled, falling to the ground on his knees. Even though he, too, was relieved, he couldn’t deny that it was hilarious. “Checkoth. Bad Checkoth. No trying to fit through doorways anymore,” he said with a wide, cheeky grin that would almost certainly have been offensive if it were to anyone else. As it was, he could do no wrong in Checkoth’s eyes, and the brown rumbled good-naturedly. He didn’t see what was so funny, but since R’wignHis was so amused, it obviously was, and that meant he needed to laugh at it. Right?
“Tell them thank you, Check.”
Thank you, Peppeth, Behruth, Peppeth’s and Ruth’sShorty! Unaware of how offensive the nickname ‘Shorty’ could be, Checkoth broadcasted for all of them to hear, his eyes swirling pleasant blue-greens. And thank you, R’wignMine! I am free from that horrible doorway. I think we should have it removed though because places you can fit that I can’t go are very unhappy places. Especially the smelly place. I think Peppeth and Ruthcluchbrother will agree with me on this. His two tails wagged enthusiastically, obviously convinced this was a very good idea, and one that should be implemented immediately. He would obviously have to talk to Corinth about it. He had a feeling that Corinth would like the idea as well because no dragon liked Theirs going places without them. Right? Right.
Rolling his eyes, R’wign looked back at M’ta and mouthed ‘Shorty’ at him. His expression was a very wide, undeniably cat-who-got-at-the-crème smile. “Thank you both. Have you met proper? I forget if I introduced you. Farryl, M’ta. M’ta, this is Farryl. Checkoth thinks M’ta is short, as you obviously have heard. Don’t worry, you’ll probably both get the nicknames ‘Rescuers’ before the turn is out. He likes giving nicknames, he does.” There was a definite fondness as R’wign spoke, and he couldn’t suppress a grin. “So… who wants to go swimming to get rid of the suds?”
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Mar 31, 2009 16:45:32 GMT -5
Behruth skittered back at the loud screeching, out of the way. M'ta, however, found himself sliding back and clung to Checkoth's leg. It was Behruth who caught him by the back of the shirt and yanked him out from under Checkoth before M'taHis could go squish. The short teenager let out a short cry of protest at being half-tossed across the ground. He tried to climb to his feet and ended up falling flat on his rump, the surprised look on his face rather priceless. M'ta never fell without some sort of help. "What just happened?" Behruth huffed in amusement and nosed him. You're slippy, M'taMine, he stated matter-of-factly. "I know I slip- oh."
Yes. Oh. All the suds had gotten on him when he was tugging on Checkoth. Behruth caught him by the shirt again, lifting a bit too high, M'ta's legs kicking above the ground. "Stop that already," the boy hissed, trying to be quiet about it in the hopes that R'wign was too caught up in laughing at Checkoth to notice. Then stop the squirmies. You'll just fall again. Frowning, the boy crossed his arms over his chest and went still, Behruth setting him back on his feet. M'ta glared at the brown, then softened. "Thanks."
He wasn't exactly sure what R'wign found so funny. Yes, his dragon had gotten stuck, but M'ta did not appreciate almost being sit on by a nearly full-grown brown, thank you much. Dying as a pancake after eighteen turns wasn't exactly his idea of hilarious. Stalking forward, he was just about to do something really nasty - 'really nasty' most likely having something to do with kicking the healer in the shins to shut him up - when Checkoth made his little announcement. We will always save you from the evil dragon-eating doorways! Behruth responded gallantly, also broadcasting. Perhaps because he found the whole exchange very fun.
That's when M'ta had his hissy. He'd chased Behruth across half the weyr because the brown insisted on flying alone, swam the river, helped get Checkoth out of the doorway, nearly got squished by said dragon, and was now being insulted by him. The brownweyrling usually settled for glares and sharp words, but this time he jumped up and down, quite literally flailing at Checkoth. "Just because you think I look like I'll make a good cushion doesn't mean I'm short, you overgrown excuse for a whe-" The boy never finished, because his feet promptly went out from under him and he sat blinking up at everyone again.
Which of course was when R'wign decided it would be a good time to introduce them. M'ta shifted uncomfortably. He'd completely forgotten about Farryl and Peppeth. "Um. Hi." Shooting her a sheepish grin, he glared at R'wign until he felt the dragonbreath behind him. "No, Ruth." Behruth stepped back, still greatly amused. M'taMine does not like to be picked up, the brown told his two companions, dragon laughter rippling through his mindvoice.
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Rowana
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Handler Roivao Rider G'tor Rider Merridan Rider T'ke Rider N'rik Handler Porita Rider Farryl Rider Kyr'n[/color
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Post by Rowana on Apr 10, 2009 16:59:48 GMT -5
This time Peppeth avoided nearly being squashed by her brown cousin. She bounced nimbly out of the way. She looked at Checkoth with awe. He was big, now she could see all of him. Peppeth was impressed, but what a silly thing to try and get through the door. Peppeth could still do it, maybe it wasn't so bad being small. As if to prove it, she hopped through the vacated door to butt Farryl playfully. We did it! I helped! Did you see?
Farryl chuckled and patted her head. "I didn't exactly see, but yes, Pep. You were great." Peppeth crooned, and turned back to talk to her new friends more easily. Checkoth is welcome! she practically glowed with pride. She had helped even though she was small. She could do anything! Peppeth can still go through doors, but some day she will be big! she declared brightly. Then Peppeth will hate doors too! It was clear she only said as much because Checkoth had suggested it. It wasn't really in her nature to hate anything, inanimate or otherwise.
Farryl stiffled a giggle at M'ta's attempts to stand. "Looks like we could all use a swim," she agreed with R'wign. "Before M'ta gets anymore slippery." She grinned merrily. The two boys were clearly going to be a lot of fun to be around. Between Checkoth's "nicknames" and Behruth's habit of picking his up, their dragons certainly would keep life fun for a start. Farryl expected that Peppeth would probably pick up a few habits before long, but at least she wasn't big enough to pick her up like that. Thank Faranth for small blessings, and small dragons!
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Post by glamourie on Apr 11, 2009 10:53:00 GMT -5
Checkoth tilted his head at M’ta as he was addressed - and any response he had to Peppeth and Behruth was immediately forgotten. His multifaceted eyes quickly turned uncomfortable shades of pink and yellow, embarrassed, and he ducked his head before backing up a few steps - putting some room between himself and the angry little person. His tail flicked animatedly and he looked back from M’ta to R’wignHis repeatedly, as though questioning. The brown was obviously confused and he crooned, very softly. Even to the casual viewer it was obvious that the wheels in his head were turning. The weyrling spent a good minute and a half trying to deduce what he had done so offensive as to merit being yelled at (and he termed M’ta’s outburst as yelling). Each second his upset steadily grew, before he leaned over and butted his best friend’s rider with his nose. Both of his tails flicked behind him, each twisting in opposite directions, sinuous as snakes. His little claws dug into the ground.
But you are short, clutchbrothermine’s. You’re not small because you’re bigger ‘round these - he nudged M’ta’s shoulder to emphasize his point, than R’wignmine, but he’s much bigger in other places like upwards and he tells me that means you’re shorter than him, so that makes you shorty. And I don’t think you look like a good cushion. You are very noisy, and a cushion should not be noisy. You also got too many bones. Cushion should be soft, unless it’s a couch, and R’wignmine tells me your bones are in bad places so you’d make a very poor couch too. You shouldn’t get mad, ShortyRuth’s, because being short isn’t so bad. Phremath is very small, like Peppeth, and Behruth is smaller than I am, but being small is sometimes to advantage. Didn’t you see Peppeth go through the evil doorway? I can’t do it, but she can. I bet you being a shorty is useful. Silly shorty. To him that response was perfectly logical -- even though even as he offered it, Checkoth was growing more and more worried. He really hadn’t meant to upset Behruth’s. He didn’t even know what he’d done! It was an accident, whatever it was. But I’m sorry for upsetting you. I don’t know what I did, but I won’t do it again. His tails moved to thump against the ground, and he ducked his head slightly. Each of his statements was broadcast. It didn’t even occur to him not to include Farryl and the other dragons in his discussion. Privacy, what was that?
R’wign’s good mood sizzled. Checkoth being upset sent an irrational anger through him. He smiled; it wasn’t at all a pleasant expression. The brown weyrling stalked up beside Checkoth and quite neatly grabbed M’ta’s wrists as he flailed his arms around. A slender black eyebrow raised, and he ignored his brown’s words in favor of replying verbally, “Do grow up, M’ta. He calls Marra ‘WenchYours’ - to her face no less. He has no idea anything he says could be taken as an insult,” or he didn’t until R’wign said that, as the brown immediately inquired privately to his rider what he’d done so wrong, “and he definitely doesn’t mean it that way. Compared to me, you’re beyond short. It’s natural he’d think you’re short. He calls Ka’rys short. He calls KALIERRE short. Everyone shorter than me is short, and if he’d meant to sit on you, he would’ve. He’s sat on me twice now. You can drop the attitude, or I’ll pick you up and carry you to the river then pitch you in myself. Behruth might be willing to carry you about but I bet it’s a lot less graceful being slung over my shoulder, eh?” Were M’ta anyone else, R’wign wouldn’t have lectured. He’d have just walked off. But he wasn’t anyone else, and though R’wign was seething, he didn’t think there was any merit to storming away. He’d rather just verbally bop the other brown rider. It would probably get him further than brooding.
Most people who knew M’ta would probably not have dared such a ‘threat’ either. R’wign, however, was fearless when it came to other people. Perhaps it was arrogance (which he possessed quite a lot of) or genuine confidence; whatever it was, he knew that he wasn’t in any danger of being hurt. Yelled at yes, but hurt, no, and heh, R’wign was more than a little experienced at tuning out yelling. Gifted at it, he was, and M’ta was no where near as skilled in that department as Marra. How did R’wign know? Simple logic. Marra was Marra. Everyone who knew her dreaded having to listen to her shriek. Except R’wign. He actually liked seeing the harper get fired up. Crazy? Perhaps.
Checkoth weakly crooned over to Behruth before inquiring, Have I offended Yours so badly? Behruthclutchbrother, I did not mean it, I really didn’t. I’m sorry. His tails flicked again and he waddled over to nudge Peppeth. Is Yours mad at me, little sister? I did not mean to upset-- please tell Yours that I am sorry. I am. I didn’t mean to upset everyone…
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Apr 11, 2009 22:59:53 GMT -5
The short boy merely blinked at Checkoth rather blankly as the young two-tailed brown proceeded to explain...everything... He shot a glance back at Ruth for help, but his dragon was finding his distress amusing. M'ta wasn't upset at Checkoth, really. The weyrlingrider simply was venting, and that last comment had been the perfect outlet. Well, actually, he was a little upset at Checkoth, though more because for some reason Behruth was willing to do very stupid things because of this other brown. It really had scared him when Ruth decided to fly on his own like that when they'd just started flying, and M'ta knew that his mindmate wouldn't have been so quick to do something that foolish if it wasn't Checkoth.
He didn't like it when Behruth did things like that.
"I'm no-" But before he could do much of anything to reassure Checkoth, R'wign had latched hold of his wrists and M'ta recoiled with an audible hiss, the glare he directed at the other weyrlingrider reflexive and feral. Not that M'ta could really go very far. About six different instinctive reactions slid through his mind, involving broken bones or very incapacitating kicks to inconvenient places, but R'wign's voice arrested those reactions before they could manifest. Fortunately. The lecture was hardly necessary, and M'ta again considered actions that would inspire his very swift release from R'wign's grip, but...well...it was R'wign. Which meant his irritation manifested in a sneer and nothing more. The attitude had already been dropped and he hardly needed the healer nagging at him, either to explain what Checkoth had already explained or to get him to behave. Only the fact that this was R'wign and that M'ta would likely have been similarly angry if anyone upset Ruth kept him from spitting at the tall healer right then and there.
It didn't, however, stop him from twisting his arms inside R'wign's grip and breaking the holds, the boy glaring up at his former roommate in open defiance. "Don't touch me," he growled. "You don't need to turn denmother on me. I was going to apologize, you know." Or perhaps R'wign didn't know. No matter. Straightening the doused clothing, he turned on a heel, coming to where Behruth had pressed up against Checkoth reassuringly. He just gets like a hatchling sometimes. Mine does not like being scared, Ruth stated, crooning. He isn't mad. "I'm not upset. Call me shorty all you want..." Probably a bit confusing since he'd just thrown a fit, but M'ta wasn't about to light in on Behruth in front of everyone, and there was no real way to explain it.
Notably, though, the smaller male didn't take his eyes off R'wign, a wariness behind them. He really did not like being touched, especially in an aggressive manner. The healer was very, very lucky M'ta hadn't stuck him on pure instinct. His gaze flicked toward Farryl and he attempted a smile. "Maybe it would be better if we just...left you two to it."
Behruth, however, wasn't interested in leaving. He'd caught his rider up again, and very neatly dropped the writhing boy into the river. Yes. Let us swim!
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