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Post by Rowana on Oct 13, 2010 16:12:43 GMT -5
It was too much like a horrible dream, an unending nightmare. Farryl was curled up against Peppeth, Hobbs tucked into her lap. In her sleep, she relived the Benden Siege: her roommate and friends dead before her eyes and Tille's little broken body in a sea of mud and blood. Even worse was Zellos, still and hot to the touch, having just slipped away over night. Now, new horrors invaded old nightmares. The cries of her dying wingmates mixed with blood in her own weyr.
Farryl jerked herself awake, unable to stop the tears. She wiped them away quickly, hating more than anything to show weakness. "Shard it." Farryl-mine? Peppeth's nose snaked around to nuzzle her rider. She hated seeing Farryl so sad and upset. It hurt and she didn't understand why anyone would want to hurt them. "It's nothing," Farryl pushed her away. It is not, Peppeth insisted. You miss him?
Farryl turned away so Peppeth couldn't see her cry. Isshun was gone. He'd been loud, annoying, and a horrible pain to care for, but she had loved the little wretch. The Wastelanders had come. One who had come to check her weyr had woken her deformed fire lizard and he had, of course, started screaming. Then the man had killed him, right there without a second thought. Farryl hadn't even had time to move. She'd almost attacked the man in a rage, but Peppeth had held her back. If she hadn't, they might both be dead now.
"I don't understand why. He wasn't hurting anyone," Farryl's voice choked as she spoke. Hobbs woke and starting crooning sadly. He rubbed her hand with his nose, trying to comfort her. His dear Farryl should not be so sad when he was still here. Farryl looked at him, her face pained. "Maybe you'd better leave, Hobbs. I don't seem to be safe to be around." Maybe she was cursed. Everything she loved seemed to end up dead. Her friends, her pets; only Hobbs and Peppeth were still with her. How much longer before she lost them too?
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Post by Requiem on Oct 14, 2010 20:41:05 GMT -5
Why were there locks on doors? Locks are for keeping annoying people out. They don't discriminate. I'm not annoying. That, my beloved simple rider, is in the eye of the beholder. The hall is empty. There is no one here to behold me. Or are one of those sneaking draconids around? Cue paranoid sweeps of the immediate area with his eyes as he paced in a rough circle. Ykkith was too busy trying not to laugh at His to correct him. I think you would have discovered any spies, Ur'hMine. Locks are just a suggestion. Now Ur'h was getting the distinct impression that Ykkith was toying with him. No, Ykkith, he returned exasperatedly. They are real. I turned the handle and it didn't budge. I mean, if you want to get in they cannot keep you out. A lock is like hanging a sign on a door that says 'Please knock.' This time Ur'h caught himself before looking for a sign. The word 'like' he understood to mean simile which was one of those things people used because they couldn't talk straight. Ykkith liked to imitate it solely to be annoying. Such he firmly believed. That means I should knock? Ykkith sent him the equivalent of a mental shrug. Only if you want to?
Ur'h thought about that for a moment. It seemed like an unnecessary extra step. Knock. Wait for someone to answer. Respond. Wait for person on opposite side of the door to open it. Go in. He wasn't sure why people knocked, anyway. The polite thing was kind of foreign to him. It also made no sense. To be polite you must knock, but for them to be polite they must let you in. Again with the extra steps. He had too much to do today for extra steps. Though he would be polite enough not to bust down the door, since it took effort and resources to replace. Pulling out a set of picks, he worked at the lock for a few moments. There. Crisis of politeness averted.
The wolfishly lean brownrider cracked open the door enough to make sure no nasty surprises were behind it, then slid in and shut it behind him. "You are crying." Trust Ur'h to state the obvious, though the edge of confusion to his tone at least took the judgment out of the comment. This girl was very young. And not out of bed yet. "Did someone take your clothes?" He'd come because she was now part of his wing - made up of people he mostly didn't know - but crying women befuddled him. It was also useless to be rough with them because they only cried more and made even less sense. Anyway, missing clothes would explain still being in bed at this hour and the tears. Ur'h removed his jacket and moved across the room to offer it to her. Too hot here for riding jackets anyway. The South was much too hot for his tastes.
"You should stop crying. You're Farryl?" Then, because he wasn't known for tact, he stated, "You're mine now."
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Post by Rowana on Oct 15, 2010 14:28:10 GMT -5
Peppeth tensed under her rider. Someone comes, she warned softly. Farryl shrugged and didn't turn. They can't get in, she pointed out in a sulky tone. She didn't feel like visitors right now. The door opened and Farryl, Hobbs and Peppeth all stared at it. He can! Peppeth declared in wonder, her eyes shining with interest.
Farryl scowled at the man. He was a stranger and an enemy, in her opinion, no matter what Kaegan ordered. "Don't teach you manners where you come from?" she asked darkly. She started to stand, feeling for her knife under the pillows. Clothes didn't matter much, she still had her nightshift on at least. Someone needed to teach this creep not to enter a ladies room unannounced!
Hobbs curled up to her shoulder, offering the newcomer a halfhearted chirp of welcome. Farryl rolled her eyes at him. Trust Hobbs to be friendly to everyone. Farryl pushed the offered jacket away, knife rested easily in her hand. She was very tempted just to make a pass at him, but she knew she wasn't that good. Getting killed wasn't on her list of things to do today. At least it might make him think twice before doing anything though.
"Why shouldn't I cry?!" she demanded. The tears were dry, but had left stains down her face. "You monsters killed my friends!" Farryl-mine! Peppeth started, her tone pleading. Please calm down! No more fighting! Farryl fought to hold her temper, for her dragon if not for this man. "I don't recall ever being yours," she went on in an accusing tone. "How do you know me?"
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Post by Requiem on Oct 15, 2010 15:54:11 GMT -5
"Always start with the outmost silverware and work your way in?" He wasn't sure what table manners had to do with walking into her weyr, but women were on the whole a little crazy. Just go with the flow. I believe she meant picking the lock on her door instead of knocking. You said I didn't have to. You didn't. Ur'h scrunched up his face. It would be mannerly to do so though. "I was just saving time," Ur'h explained, eyeing her knife curiously. These southerners had a thing for knives. He still had that weyrling's knife in his belt, come to think of it.
Oh, one of the little spy flyers was chirping at him. He cocked his head to mimic the angle of the miniature dragon. That was when the woman decided to do what most women did when they were crying: have hysterics. Cue mental sigh. What was the process again? Right, right, step one: look her in the eyes. Her eyes were very watery and wide, he noted. He wondered if her face hurt from keeping her eyes so wide. Process, Ur'h, process. Step two: nod slowly and make hmming noises. Step three: listen. Or was step two listen? Bother, he'd gotten it backwards again. Best just forget the steps for now.
He raised a finger, readjusting the jacket she'd discarded to drape it over his arm. Once it seemed that she'd finished talking, he answered each comment or question in order. "Crying makes you look weak and should be done in private. It also makes it hard to think rationally. I did not kill anyone here, so I'm not sure what you're talking about. I said you're mine now, not that you were mine. And I don't know you. Your name is on my list. I think I have it somewhere..." He dug through his pockets, coming up empty. "Must have left it on the desk. Bother. But anyway, you're on my wing now. My old wing got dispersed." He gestured widely to show they were all over the place now.
Ykkith was too busy being amused to be of much help, but he did finally take pity enough on his rider to brush Peppeth's mind lightly. Good morning, little one. I am called Ykkith, and he is Ur'hMine. He forgets little things like that quite often. Please tell Yours to calm down and put away the weapon. Mine is not dangerous, not to wingmembers. It would be unfortunate if he was forced to defend himself, though.
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Post by Rowana on Oct 15, 2010 16:43:40 GMT -5
Farryl's eyes narrowed at the man. She was seething inside. How dare he just barge in here and tell her how to act in her own room. It was just too much after all that had happened. Farryl-mine, Peppeth snuggled her gently. He is trying to be nice. Well, he's not doing a very good job, Farryl retorted, glaring at him.
"Last time I checked, this room was private," she reminded the man coldly. "Unless you plan on changing that?" First curfew and now room inspections maybe. Well, it wouldn't be her fault then if they walked in at a bad time. Sighing, Farryl relaxed a little and put the knife away. It wasn't doing any good anyway. She didn't necessarily believe he hadn't killed anyone, but he hadn't been the one who got Isshun anyway. That was a start. She picked up a handkerchief to wipe her face. So she was in his wing? Wonderful. "Lucky me," she answered sarcastically. "Do I at least get a name, Wingleader?" They are Ur'h and Ykkith, Peppeth supplied hopefully. Great, we're on speaking terms now? "Ur'h then," Farryl went on. "Are you always this rude? Or did it come on you just now?"
Good morning, Ykkith! I am Peppeth and this is Farryl-mine! Peppeth chirped in reply. She loved meeting new dragons, even if Farryl didn't always like meeting new people. I am sorry about Mine. She is sad because our little, blue brother is gone. She is better now. Do you think we will be friends? I like it much better when we are all friends. Childlike, the tiny green's voice was wistful and full of hope. She knew that most of her old friends were gone, but she would much rather have more than make enemies. Violence was against her nature.
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Post by Requiem on Oct 16, 2010 17:37:17 GMT -5
Ur'h glanced around the room. Well, no, it wasn't a public room, but he hadn't meant the room. She'd asked why she should stop crying, hadn't she? Now he was confused again. Was he the one not making any sense? "You mean do I plan on tearing down the wall and making it into a common room?" He knocked on the stone lightly with his knuckles. "I don't think that's in my capabilities. I must have phrased it poorly. You see, I meant you should be crying when you're alone, not that you should cry in a certain room." His eyes fixed on her more hostile ones with the familiar half-lost curiosity behind them.
The man didn't noticeably relax when the knife was put up (probably because he hadn't been tense to start with) but it did give him one less thing to keep track of. This was good, considering Farryl kept on throwing such odd, nonsensical questions at him. His face twitched up into a tentative half-smile that slid off it like it didn't really belong - and it didn't. Ur'h was not a man who smiled often. Yes, yes, he thought she was lucky. He was not very harsh, at least not as harsh as some. Some wingleaders would not let people talk to them like Farryl was talking to him. Most would have reacted violently to the obvious threat of the knife. The brownrider was not a product of C'leon, however. He'd been in his early thirties when the man first became Weyrleader, twenty before he Impressed. If anything, he was a man of Vintner Hall and Benden Hold more than the Weyr.
"You want me...to give you a name?" he echoed incredulously. "I don't think there is anything wrong with Farryl." Nor could he think of anything for her but girl, woman, or feisty. Hn. He blinked at his name. Rude? Ur'h fidgeted. "It's probably just that I'm not used to Southern customs," he offered after a moment. Peppeth says that one of their mini dragon spies was killed, and that is why she is so upset, Ykkith supplied helpfully. "I'm sorry that you lost your...flitter...thing." Was that the right word for it? "Would you like to come have breakfast with me? I'm hungry and you don't look like you've eaten yet."
Mine just doesn't know how to speak human, Ykkith offered ambiguously. I'm sure they will be fine. People usually like him once they get used to him. I think we are already friends, Peppeth-little. I plan to keep you and not let you get hurt. Isn't that friends? If you will help me play tricks on Ur'hMine, though, we can be bestest friends.
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Post by Rowana on Oct 17, 2010 19:06:27 GMT -5
Now Farryl just stared at him in confusion. She was still angry, it would take a while for that to burn out at this point, but she wasn't entirely sure she was angry at him anymore. Did he always take everything so literally? His reactions would have been sweet, if she were in a better mood. She almost wanted to laugh at some of what he said. It was almost funny how mixed up he was getting. Well, she supposed it was possible she might not be making much sense in the state she was in. She would give him the benefit of the doubt for now, but only because Peppeth wanted it.
"I was alone, before you barged in," she pointed out irritably. "Least ways for Peppeth and Hobbs." Instinctively she hugged the fire lizard close again. Good thing he didn't mind the attention or he might have struggled free by now. She gave a long sigh. He was trying so hard to be nice. Isshun's loss still pained her dreadfully, and it was true she hadn't eaten since then. "His name was Isshun," she told him quietly, fist clenched. "Apology accepted." Have breakfast! Peppeth urged. You should eat and it sounds like fun! Farryl rolled her eyes at the dragon then looked back at Ur'h. "Peppeth thinks I aught to try to eat something," she agreed reluctantly then she made a face. "I might want to dress first."
Not speak human? Peppeth sounded horribly confused. What does he speak then? I thought all humans talked the same. I am so glad we are friends, Ykkith! I hope Farryl-mine and Yours will be friends soon too. Mine really is nice, honest! She was so happy to have a new friend, and one so willing to help her too. I want to be bestest friends too! she bounced. Does Your Ur'h like tricks? How do I help?
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Post by Requiem on Oct 18, 2010 23:28:03 GMT -5
Ur'h watched the girl in silence, for once, not sure he was quite following her but understanding grief, if nothing else. He wasn't sure what these pets were to people. Not at all. He'd lost two sons, though. Drowned. So he understood her a little, even if losing a pet probably didn't really compare to having his sons drowned by his wife. Women were...crazy. And once they became too crazy it was just best to put them down before their crazy hurt anyone else. Ur'h supposed that here they would call that murder and give him the evil eye. She was his, though, and she was not functioning properly. He missed his sons. Pushing that aside, Ur'h nodded at her acceptance.
Then his face took on a slightly awkward look. "Um. The weyrling girls didn't like being naked in front of me. I can leave." It was clear by how he said it that Ur'h didn't quite understand that at all, either. Nudity was pretty much nothing to dragonriders and women didn't exactly have much in the way of privacy at Benden Hold. Though, to be fair, before he came to reside at the Weyr permanently the only woman he'd had any real extended contact with was his wife, so privacy wasn't an issue. "When you're finished I'll be waiting outside the door?" He slipped out, then leaned against the wall and glanced around to check for more little spies. (He still wasn't fully convinced that wasn't what Ykkith had meant. The brown loved messing with him.)
Oh, I just mean that he and other people don't understand each other a lot. I tease him by saying that he must not talk human, Ykkith explained, amusement shivering behind his mindtone. It might take a little time. Yours does not like that we helped take over this Weyr. We really didn't have anywhere else to go, though, you see. I will show you the Weyr all of us came from, if you like. There are no trees or grass anywhere, no water. It was not easy. Thank you for sharing your Weyr with us, pretty Peppeth. Ykkith stretched. As for Mine, well, he doesn't dislike it. And he is very funny when he is confused. Do you have any ideas?
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Post by Rowana on Oct 19, 2010 8:55:23 GMT -5
Farryl watched him go and shrugged. At least he'd understood that, well enough. She didn't always bother with modesty, but she didn't feel like changing in front of someone she barely knew. She supposed she aught to be grateful he acted the way he had. She'd heard some of the Northerners could be quite harsh to women. It didn't take long to slip out of her night grown and pull on breeches and a blouse. A quick come through her hair and she was done. Maybe not the prettiest she'd ever look, but it was only breakfast.
Hobbs on her shoulder, the little blue was determined she go no where alone, Farryl came out to find Ur'h waiting for her. Hobbs whistled cheerfully at him, delighted that someone was getting his Farryl to come outside. Farryl rolled he eyes at the fire lizard before turning back to the brownrider. "Shall we?" She waved a hand down the hall, trying not to scowl. Really she didn't want to eat and she wanted company even less, but Peppeth had insisted. It might be a good idea to get to know her Wingleader better anyway.
That is strange, Peppeth said thoughtfully. She never had trouble talking to other dragons, why would humans have trouble with humans? Oh well, it was a mystery she probably wasn't going to solve, so she ignored it. Farryl-mine is angry you are here, she agreed sadly. But I am glad to meet you! Our Weyr is nice. We have trees, and tasty beasts, and a waterfall! Have you seen the waterfall? It is such fun to play in! Peppeth crooned happily with the attention. She was pretty? People usually only called her little. I will think of a good trick for Yours, friend Ykkith! she declared with determination.
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Post by Requiem on Oct 23, 2010 11:00:10 GMT -5
Ur'h blinked at her. "You don't look as bad now." I think we need to work on your compliments. What? I wasn't trying to compliment her. Clearly. Do you remember that odd woman? The one who liked to slap you? Yes. She seemed to like it when I slapped her back, too. That is why I call her odd. But this is why she was slapping you in the first place. For telling the truth? Ykkith considered for only a second. Yes. You should never tell women the truth.
Ur'h considered this for a moment. How did you just not say the truth? It seemed like so much...work. It is easy. Just take what you would say and say the opposite. Um, okay. "Actually, you look worse now. Shall we what?" He squinted in the direction she gestured. It started as a low rumble, ending in full on amused dragon laughter, the brown covering his head with his wings. He was so not correcting this. Priceless! Ur'h poked a finger into his ear and twisted it, as if that would help get the dragon out of his head. "Let's go...not eat...now." He scrunched his nose. This was pretty awkward. He wasn't sure he liked the say the opposite of what you mean to say thing.
I have indeed seen the waterfall. I don't think there are any others like it. Certainly not at Benden or Wasteland. Selenitas is very lovely, he added wistfully. He liked the other Weyr, the one he was hatched at (so many interesting things to watch), but he would miss the river and jungles once they got their home back. I am looking forward to your ideas. Would you like to join me on my ledge? Ykkith poked his head out of the cave that housed his couch, looking across to the neighboring ledge. Yes. They were neighbors. Small overlooked detail.
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Post by Rowana on Oct 25, 2010 20:39:18 GMT -5
Farryl stared at Ur'h with a blank look on her face. Was he trying to insult her? Or was he making fun of her? He seemed so confused, that it was really hard to tell. He was certainly blunt, she'd give him that, and very literal. She didn't think she'd ever met anyone quite like this and it was hard to know how to answer him. It many ways, it had been easier when she was furious, now she was just irritated.
Blinking, Farryl rolled her eyes at him. "If you're trying to confuse me, it's working," she said curtly. "If you didn't want to eat breakfast, you should have said so." She walked past him in the direction of the Main Hall, expecting he would probably follow even if he wasn't hungry. She glanced back, trying to be patient, but hungry was starting to creep in. "Coming?"
Our waterfall is beautiful, Peppeth agreed happily. She rarely went that far from Selenitas except to fight thread or search and no where had she seen another like it. I am so glad you like it here. Will you stay forever? That would be best! Nothing was worse than saying goodbye to a friend you'd just met. Perking up with interest, Peppeth leaned out on her ledge. Ykkith was indeed right there next to her. Wasn't that just lovely? Crooning, she hopped nimbly over the gap. Thank you, friend Ykkith! So kind to invite me! Maybe we can get the little flyers to help with tricks? They are very good at them!
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Post by Requiem on Oct 29, 2010 8:42:48 GMT -5
She did not seem at all amused by the results of Ykkith's advice - unlike Ykkith himself - and Ur'h frowned slightly. "My dragon is playing with me again." Am not. "He said I was being rude and should say the opposite of what I mean, but I think that's just confusing." Only because you do not know how to tell little polite lies, Ur'hMine. It is supposed to sound normal and nice, not like a proddy green with no brains who can't make up her mind. I'm not a green. No, you're more like a wingless pink. ...Does this conversation have a point? No, not really. Oh, okay then.
Ur'h had, indeed, fallen in to trail behind her, looking just a touch sullen. Ykkith always managed to make him look...well, stupid really. Not that he wasn't most of the time. Still, it would be nice to have the brown on his side for once. Sigh. When they reached the dining hall he collected enough food for two and wordlessly picked a table, placing the trays down and pulling out Farryl's chair with a certain mindless habitual courtesy. Ur'h seated himself across from the greenrider and took a bite of fruit, the expression on his face suggeting it to be the best food he'd ever tasted. After a couple bites he focused on his companion(?) again. "How old are you and Peppeth, Farryl? You two seem very young."
I don't think all of your fellows would want me here that long, Peppeth, Ykkith responded gently, greeting her with a croon and a nuzzle. Our home is at Benden, and we're trying to get back. That's why we came here. If some of your friends are mad and want us gone, tell them to help us. Though I'm sure you would be welcome at my home once we get it back, if you wanted to come. The brown gave her a light, playful tap of his tail. Mine thinks they are little spies. He will not hurt them, but he may try to hide from them. Wouldn't it be fun to see if we could get him to run around the Weyr playing hide and seek?
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Post by Rowana on Nov 1, 2010 11:40:09 GMT -5
At the mention of dragons and their games, Farryl actually gave a small laugh. That explained a lot. Peppeth was always suggesting odd things, but she usually knew enough not to listen to them all. "That's an odd thing to suggest," she told Ur'h. "Don't you talk to people much where you come from?" It seemed odd that he would be so inexperienced that he'd accept suggestions from his dragon on blind faith. Was the Wasteland really so sparse of company? She had to admit, she didn't know anything about it, or the people.
Well, even if his word choices left something to be desired, someone had taught him manners. Farryl wasn't sure the last time a man had got her chair for her. "Thanks," she said in surprise. She sat, and started to pick a roll apart. Every once in a while a piece made it to her mouth, but not often. Ur'h seemed to be enjoying his fruit a great deal more. Did they have fruit at home? The question jarred her from her thoughts and she blinked. "Oh," she made a face. "It's rude to ask girls their age, you know," she pointed out, but she gave him the benefit of the doubt. It had been an honest question, after all. "I'm twenty-one turns. Peppeth is nearly four."
Peppeth crooned sadly. Why not? Ykkith is such a nice friend! she cried in distress. Why wouldn't they want him to stay? Peppeth, mature dragon or not, had a fairly naive view of the world. Still, she could understand wanting to go home. I hope can go home someday. I would love to see it! She wasn't really sure why they couldn't go now, but she didn't ask. The subject of tricks was far more interesting and fun. That would be fun! I know little brother Hobbs would help. He loves games! Peppeth used to have more little brothers and sisters, but only Hobbs now, she finished sadly.
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Post by Requiem on Nov 2, 2010 9:21:35 GMT -5
Ur'h blinked at the laughter, surprised that she went from irritated to amused so quickly. (And for what reason he couldn't begin to fathom.) Her question was even more curious. "Much? No more than is normal, I suppose." Though perhaps somewhat less than normal. It was difficult to have unnecessary conversations with people who didn't really understand you. Nor did Ur'h find it the slightest bit odd that the people - his wing, for example - who were forced to talk to him often usually understood him better than anyone else and understood him well. Of course you better understood people you spent more time with. The notion that said people simply had become accustomed to his peculiar set of oddities never once crossed Ur'h's mind.
Another blink accompanied her statement, but he saved the question for a moment. "Twenty-one." His youngest son would have been her age. The general lack of motion behind his face was replaced by a fleeting sadness most probably would miss. "What have you been taught on the wings here?" He knew that Selenitas had never officially been part of the war, and he knew the rumors. But they were only rumors. Surely Selenitas was not completely helpless, surviving attack after attack on luck alone? Of a sudden, he could no longer contain his curiosity. "Why? Why is it rude to ask your age?" Maybe this was another one of those weird southern customs.
We are not always nice, little Peppeth. You and Yours will not be, either. When others want to hurt you, sometimes you have to hurt them first so Yours and friends aren't hurt. Many dragons here do not understand, and don't like us. There are also some dragons who like to hurt. They make those of us who don't look mean. Bad. Your other friends probably do not like me. Ykkith never left a question unanswered, a habit because His always wanted an answer, no matter how rhetorical the question sounded. The brown crooned reassuringly to the little green. I am sorry about your littles. Maybe we can find you some more, if you would like. Hobbs may want a friend or two.
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Post by Rowana on Nov 7, 2010 16:05:08 GMT -5
Farryl raised an eyebrow at the next question. True, it was a reasonable one. Ur'h was going to be wingleader, so he would want to know how much they knew. He was a strange man, to be sure, but that didn't mean she should trust him. Still, it wasn't like she and Peppeth had done much that was really secret anyway. She shrugged away his confusion about women's ages. "Not sure," she admitted. "The Hold woman were always saying it."
"As for the rest, Peppeth and I have learned thread fighting, of course. Most of what we do is that and Searches, so I can't say much about the others. Self defense has been important of late," she frowned meaningfully and toyed with her food. Not that it had helped much. All those fighting wings and they were still pawns in a war that was barely their own.
Not nice? Peppeth sounded sad at the thought. People had come to hurt her and Farryl before, so she guessed she could understand. She couldn't recall being mean, though, it was such a distressing idea. It was all a bit more than she was used to dealing with. I wish no one had to be mean. It would be better if we were all friends. She perked up suddenly. I bet brother Garaeth will like you! He is always happy. Except once, but Peppeth couldn't recall that. Maybe Yours can get Farryl-mine more little dragons? she suggested hopefully. She says she is cursed and will not get more.
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