A Woman's Problems [Ae'on]

[Shiny]

((Erm, here's hoping the dragons still live /inside/ the Barracks with the Weyrlings... xD))

Finally curling up after much agonized shifting on her bed, Syrene wrapped her arms around her midsection and let out an annoyed huff of air. Hurry up. I feel like I'm dying. You are not dying. It is a natural occurrence for all human women.[/i] Whether her low moan of pain was uttered due to Wridelth's Captain Obvious statements or due to the very real pain in her abdomen was unclear. Raven black strands fluttered in a huff of air that acted as an attempt displace them anywhere not Syrene's face, but to no avail. Only releasing her aching abdomen for a second, she viciously grabbed the offending hair and stuffed it behind her ear, the opposite wall being the recipient of her laser-hot glaring.

Wridelth's somewhat grown form trotted down the hallway smoothly, the icon of perfection. His pale, nearly-gliding body was like a phantom in the darkness of the Barracks. The only sounds he heard were those of snoring and shuffling as he passed the rooms of his fellow classmates; it wasn't past curfew, but it was certainly late at night. Most others would be asleep by now.

He'd been sent to retrieve some kind of damp, warm cloth for His. "You're a genius, you'll think of something," Syrene had said before mentally shoving him from their room. Not one to object the needs of his Bonded, Wridelth left without much resistance, despite having no clue how it was a dragon would obtain such an item.

Have you found anything yet? Normally, Syrene was not quite so bitter to Hers, but she couldn't exactly help it. A large wave of annoyance from Wridelth hit Syrene, and she frowned. Surely it wasn't her causing such a reaction... Her sigh sharp as a whip, she forced herself from her bed, her almost-jagged movements angry and abject.

It was safe to say that Syrene was not in a good mood.

Her socked feet stomped silently down hallway that Wridelth had just recently traversed. She climbed down the staircase, eyes squinting dangerously because of both the dim light and her annoyance at having to move. Peering, the blob she was approaching came into focus.

Do get off of me.[/color] Sfeylth had his pale brother pinned to the ground, making Syrene nearly twitch in annoyance. Wridelth's eyes were their usual cold white, but his annoyance was clear in the sharp, cat-like flicking of his tail. He was clearly not amused.

[Ember]

He was getting decidedly too big to be recklessly running around the weyrling barracks but that would probably never stop the trouble-magnet Sfelyth. It was fun and there weren't many people not in their rooms at the time so there ought to have been no problem with it. The blue didn't count on running into a Wridelth, though. To his credit he didn't actually run into his clutchbrother. No, he turned his almost crash into a perfectly executed pounce. He had jumped through the air towards Wridelth with an energetic I've got you now, Wridelth!

He preferred the company of his green sisters but he could make do with a Wridelth. It's not like he disliked the blue. Besides, if he had another dragon for company then His wouldn't insist on returning to their room immediately. Hopefully. Wridelth's demand brought a falsely confused, But why, dear Wridelth? from the youthful blue. And you didn't say please! I'm shocked, Wridelth. I though you were more polite than thaaaaat. Sfelyth easily spotted Syrene and crooned. Hello other humanling~!

Ae'on, who had long since discovered that running after Sfelyth was a waste of his energy, approached the place Sfelyth had run into Wridelth at a much more sedate pace. He couldn't even be bothered to be angry at his dragon anymore. That too was just a waste of energy since half the things Sfelyth did previously set him off. So, to be more accurate, he was angry he just wasn't screaming his head off about it. Not to mention he had more common sense than his dragon did. People were trying to sleep. Sleep was important, especially as a weyrling. Just a month longer and he'll have a weyr to himself and he could yell at Sfelyth again, albeit quietly.

When he rounded the corner and saw the pile of limbs he paled slightly. A collision! He'd expected Sfelyth might get into trouble (really, it seemed to follow him everywhere) but he hadn't expected another to get involved, and possibly injured. Relaaaaaax HealerMine. We're both fine. I think. I'm fine, at least, and Wridelth probably would have said something if he was injured. Oh great. Wridelth. That meant dealing with Syrene. Or perhaps Wridelth was out and about on his own? "Sfelyth, get off him before the ice bitch comes." Ae'on couldn't see Syrene over the dragons, not that he really cared if she heard or not. She'd been rude to him and for no reason and he was already annoyed because of Sfelyth. Too late! The blue commented cheerily. Poor His.

[Shiny]

Claiming that you have 'got' me is an illogical statement. You indeed do not 'have' me, brother, for I could easily rebut your efforts.[/i] Cold and intelligent was Wridelth naturally, cold and intelligent he would remain while pinned by his younger brother. Unintentionally annoying with his smarts, too, seemed to be a permanent trait. Speaking words that are conventionally polite is supererogatory, while simply-constructed sentences are ideal for quick communication with little to no misunderstanding.[/i]

Syrene blinked at Sfeylth's croon and decided that she was in a bad enough mood to ignore it. (What was she supposed to do? React with a "hey, Sfeylth!"?) He was between her and cramp relief, after all, so in a sense, he got what he deserved.

Syrene stilled her breathing as a shadowed figure rounded the corner, hand immediately going to her belt - correction, her empty belt. Shards. She must have been really out of it to leave her room weaponless. Staring the figure down as he came into focus, she slightly relaxed. It was just Screaming Boy. She mentally corrected that to Ae'on, since she hadn't caught him screaming in a while (which was quite shocking, given who his Bonded was). She would have to come up with another pet name for the boy at some point.

Syrene's thin eyebrows disappeared into the fringe of her hair as Ae'on spoke, her suddenly thinner lips stretching into a smile that was so foreboding, it put thunderstorm clouds to shame. O ho ho ho. You picked the wrong day to mess with me, boy. "Ice bitch?" the ominously slow repetition easily told of her new-found desire for him to keel over and die. Ice bitch he called her, ice bitch she would be. Turning the thermostat of her voice down to sub-zero, she spoke, hints of the angry smile now gone. "No, Sfeylth. Stay where you are. I don't want you to get in the way of my blade when I throw it." Of course, that was all talk seeing as she didn't have a weapon on her, but perhaps it would scare the boy off. Her (for once!) kohl-free eyes narrowed as the cramps came back full-force, and she wrapped her free arm around her middle, trying to act nonchalant.

Your original statement seems to imply that you wish to bring about my death. If your threat is genuine, I have no choice but to defend myself against you. If the flirty Blue was trying to kill him, he surely would have done so already. Wridelth would react in the same manner, then. Exerting a strong force on the Blue that had pounced him, he aimed to reverse their positions. He wouldn't hurt him; he would do just as Sfeylth had done. Pointlessly pin the target to the ground.

[Ember]

Sfelyth cocked his head as he listened to Wridelth speak. His pride as a male spiked a bit at what he considered a challenge but he preferred to let others start things if they must. Made it all the more fun if he could put them in their place afterwards! You speak a lot of big words, Wridelth brother, Sfelyth commented cheerily, but basically you don't necessarily mean to be impolite. It is simply easier to say it rudely, yes? And then the blue licked his brother's neck in a rather suggestive manner.

Ae'on sighed inwardly when he realized what Sfelyth's last words to him meant. Greeeat. Well, even he was allowed his foot-in-mouth moments, right? When she parroted his insult he winced slightly - why yes, he did have some sense of self-preservation - before getting angry. "Are you retarded? Never mind, don't answer that," he snapped, moving so he could see her clearly. "Don't order my dragon around." He could take it up a notch and make fun of the bond between her and her own dragon but...he wasn't a cruel person. Just easily pissed off.

"Let me just remind you that attacking Healers is generally a bad idea. Especially if you're dumb enough to injure yourself with your ow- " He paused mid-sentence as he noticed her body language. Healers were trained to observe people. Not everyone was cooperative, after all. "What's wrong with you? Stab yourself again?" While there was no actual concern in his voice (he was simply doing his job as a Healer, something he actually did enjoy) it had lost its biting edge.

Sfelyth gave no resistance as Wridelth moved to change their positions. In fact, all he said was, Ooh, pinning me to the ground, how exciting! But really, where did you get the idea I was threatening you? If I was truly threatening you I'd make it more clear. It was then that a slightly dangerous edge slipped into the blue's mindvoice but it was gone the next time he spoke. Silly, Wridelth!

[Shiny]

The emotionless Blue simply stared blankly at the sibling that had him pinned as he calculated the situation and the response he would give to the words offered. I do not find my dialect to be belligerent, but you are correct in that I squander not my time.[/color] Wridelth's pale blue tail began to swish across the stone metronomically in response to the fresh trail of dragon spit on his neck. No matter what angle Wridelth looked at that action in his mind, he could not comprehend any reason for it to have occurred. Perhaps this was another social convention he was unfamiliar with?

Syrene growled and grit her teeth as Ae'on moved closer and bitched. How dare he call her retarded? She wasn't stupid. She was probably smarter than him, even. Who isn't? the words stung angrily in her mind, but she didn't bother to reply. She wouldn't humor him.

The grinding of her teeth grew to an almost audible level as she picked up on where Ae'on was going with that last comment, but as she opened her mouth to shout something offensive, the younger boy's attention turned to her very painful problem. Syrene wrapped her arm around her waist more completely, as if doing so would prevent her classmate from seeing her weakness. "No, I did not stab myself again," she sneered sardonically, eyes trained on him in a kohl-less glare as she bent inwards and wrapped her second arm around her middle. "That was completely not my fault anyway, what would you know about it." Another wave of strong cramps hit her and with a wince, Syrene broke her angry stare to sink into a crouch. Ohhh mother of Faranth, it hurt... "I'm fine." Ae'on's sudden lack of an icy tone resulted in the girl forfeiting barking at the Healer to go away because it wasn't any of his business. Her voice still had a threatened edge to it, but it was better than the one she had been using up until now. "You wouldn't understand, anyway." Not to mention she didn't want help. (Well, she kind of did, but she would never admit it.)

Wridelth was somewhat surprised at the ease of flipping Sfelyth's position with his own, but the lack of resistance only proved that this was not a fight. The younger Blue's sudden changes in tone only served to confuse the socially-retarded dragon more. I do not understand the crux of this interaction, brother.[/color]

[Ember]

Sfelyth mentally snorted. Was that so? Silly brother of his. At any rate, he seemed to have stopped the other blue from saying anything further with that lick. The thought that he might have confused the ever unruffled Wridelth amused him far more than the conversation had so far. You are unpopular, aren't you? With the females, I mean. Really, females require time and delicate speech to woo. Of course you do not possess the necessary natural skill to do so. A pity, really.

"Oh, so you've actually learned how to use one, then?" He sneered right back. Ae'on hadn't much cared for a roommate but now he was increasingly glad that his roommate had been Y'kiro and not anyone nearly as annoying as Syrene. "Not your fault you say? Even assuming you were dueling against someone, you should make sure you're skilled enough not to get injured before doing battle." To him, that was common sense. Why bother fighting just to get injured or die? He didn't understand that about others. All the same, he'd be there to heal them when they were too stupid to realize they shouldn't have fought at all.

When she actually told him that he wouldn't understand what ailed her, the boy laughed mockingly. "I'm not a Healer for nothing. I don't pretend to know everything but I'm certainly I'd understand whatever's ailing you. Of course, if you just want to go on suffering than be my guest. If you're able to walk about and snap at people you're healthy enough for me to just ignore it," he said dismissively. He didn't care enough to offer unwanted help to Syrene when she wasn't seriously ill or injured.

Sfelyth crooned in faint amusement at the other blue's admission. No, I didn't suspect you would, Wridelth. Although, it is nice to simply have a normal conversation once in a while, no? And...would you be so kind as to get off of me now? Spending prolonged time in this position is not an apepaling prospect, if you know what I mean. He didn't think the other blue did know what he meant but oh well.