You will get no cooperation. (open)

[Tashe]

The terrain was unfamiliar, the people even more so, and nothing seemed tangible. The air, the plants, and the beings that inhabited the weyr were too clean, to nice, to... gentle. There was nothing to do with his time, at least at Benden he had been kept busy, between chores and training there had been little time for dallying. Hooking one of his thumbs through the loop in his belt in which his dagger had once hung, the Brownweyrling continued to place one foot in front of the other, slowly making his way to Farnath knows where. Of course he had ditched the guard that the resident Weyrlingmaster had instructed to follow him, he had just been another annoyance tacked onto the thorn in his side. "Ismaroth. Come." Stepping over a particularly soggy patch of land, E'rro noticed that his brown had lagged behind, and at the moment his presence was the only thing keeping the boy here. If it wasn't for Ismaroth's unyielding decision, the Brownweyrling would have rather gone back to Benden, at least there things were familiar. /You should really try and accept it./ Silence. I've heard enough of your idle chatter... we will talk about it later. /Mhmhm.../

Frowning slightly as the Weyrlingdragon responded in such a lax manner, E'rro silently avoided another slushy piece of land. Ismaroth had decided to side with the enemy, the very people he had fought... and even killed on occasion. Right now that transgression weighed heavily on the Brownweyrlings mind, he could try and force his dragon back to Benden... he'd done it before, so why not again? It would take some planning, and some cunning on his part, but it could be done eventually. The truth was, the unknown frightened him, and this alien Weyr was stocked full of it.

Not to mention all of his clothes and personal belongings, what very little there was of it, was still at Benden. Ismaroth had told him in a very human like way 'to deal with it', but E'rro was struggling. Selenitas seemed like a social Weyr where everyone knew everyone else, and frankly, the Brownweyrling was nothing short of anti-social. He disliked emotional contact with other humans, and to top it all off, he absolutely hated physical contact. The people here looked and acted as though clapping someone's shoulder or touching their arm was a law, were as at Benden Weyrling Barracks, you kept your hands to yourself unless you want a fight... or something else unspeakable. Shaking his head with a very unamused shiver at the thought of physical contact, E'rro grunted as he made a sharp about face before dropping himself down against a tall tree. From this point on the Jungle's edge, the Weyrling could see and inspect a good portion of the Weyr.

"Soon. I will leave this wretched place."

[kysseh]

The mud squelched beneath her boots, and Fiona wrinkled up her nose a bit, fastidiously avoiding the squishier parts of the ground. Much as she loved a good mudfight, she was not in the mood to get filthy or to get stuck. She ducked to avoid a low branch, earning herself a squawk from Ego, who was forced to cling tighter to her neck to avoid falling off. The bronze flitter was supremely annoyed at being so rudely awakened from his nap by Raiyth's enthusiastic insistence that they go for a nice walk in the jungle. Fiona's attempts to teach him manners so far had fallen on deaf, uncaring ears--or just an unconcerned little flitter mind, as it were--to the point that the little creature was wholly untrained. Fiona adored the little thing, besides his perverse stubbornness. Had his care been left solely to Raiyth, he would never be trained. She would simply spoil him rotten.

Come, Mine! You're so slow! Raiyth insisted, making her way on ahead. She was small enough still to navigate the more overgrown trails with a bit of squeezing and winding back and forth, but the green weyrling largely stuck to the open spaces as much as she could, not wishing to get stuck. I'm coming! was Fiona's response as the young woman made her way after her dragon.

Raiyth was the first to spot the young man, and she came to an abrupt, awkward halt, tilting her green head to one side and staring at the human. Mine, there is a /person/ here. Do you think he is nice? He does look a little scary... the green confessed, eyeing the boy with mixed feelings of curiosity and wariness. He looked familiar. Where did she know him from? He had not Impressed one of her clutchmates, no. MINE!

"I'm coming!" Fiona called aloud after her insistent dragon, making her way around the motionless hunk of green to spy the lone person. He seemed... unhappy... to be there. Perhaps he was lonely? Before she could inquire, though, Raiyth nosed at her shoulder, and Ego immediately began to scold the dragon with hisses and chirps for disrupting his perch. Fiona sighed. Well, there went a good first impression.

[Tashe]

Bending his right leg at the knee while keeping his other straight and on the ground, the Brownweyrling balanced his arm upon the knee. Life had never been fair to him, and it seemed as if life never would be, she was a cruel mistress that never felt like throwing him a break. Closing his eyes so that the black surrounding his lids combined to make a solid, unbreakable line, E'rro growled threateningly to no one in particular before letting his face and body calm. Twitching the fingers on his right hand ever so slightly as his senses picked up the trespassing of a large body through the trees, the Weyrlingrider roped his Dragon's mind in and received an answer without even asking for it. /A human and a young dragon. Both female... I see no possible harm coming from either of them. They look too happy./

Furrowing his brows ever so slightly, E'rro continued to listen as the crunching and snapping of the twigs grew closer, not in the right mood to move from his spot to avoid a possible confrontation. Even if it would be a peacefully one, at least in the eyes of the passing woman and dragon. The woman's voice disrupted the silence that had, for the most part, settled in and around the Benden pair. As if her annoying voice wasn't enough, the shill chitterings and scoldings of a Flitter joined in after a few moments. Frowning slightly, E'rro opened and closed his hand in a fist before slowly opening his eyes into narrowed slits. The dark black lines broke to reveal the sharp hazel orbs that lived behind them, as cold and indifferent as they were bright. He would give the woman the chance to move on without stopping, he would at least do that, yet even that was a strain on his nerves. He hated the people here, each of them was simply a notch of dislike in his belt...

[kysseh]

Momentarily alarmed by the sharp black lines drawn around his eyes, Fiona simply stared for half a second, briefly afraid he was going to turn out to be aggressive. His eyes seemed so cold to her, and she had to fight to keep from being discouraged by his indifference. He was not social, it seemed, so she would have to work a little harder to get him to talk to her. Already, they were off to a bad start. She flicked her eyes over the scene in front of her, over him and his body language, the way he was looking at them. She decided the best approach was not cheerfulness. He did not like her, and he was probably very cautious of her, a barely hazarded guess based on the dislike fairly radiating off him.

"Sorry for disturbing your peace," she said, her voice a touch more subdued than normal. Her smile was genuine, though, for she was curious and eager to make acquaintances for as much as she kept her outward demeanor contained. Wild flailing and bouncing were not the approved solutions to this situation. She was aware of that, at least. "Can't say I'm sorry to run into you, though. I'm Fiona of green Raiyth. That's Raiyth. And Ego," she added, gesturing at herself, the curious half-grown green dragon, and the daintily-preening bronze flit. She pushed some of her wayward curls from her face, tilting her head to one side and waiting for a reaction of... any kind, really. She wanted something positive.

//He doesn't like us.// Raiyth stated to Hers with a sad croon, her eyes whirling more slowly and her wings drooping noticeably. She knew that Hers was sensitive to other's moods and such, and it made her all that much more sad to see Hers have to not be herself to get the boy to be nice. Couldn't he just be nice?! They were being nice to him, and Hers could use some good company to talk to. //Is he a weyrling? Where is his dragon?! I don't recognize him! You should ask him, Mine.// the green chattered loudly, not bothering to keep her comments private and directed solely at Fiona. The boy could not hear her anyway.

[Tashe]

/I told you./ Shut up. /Why should I?/ Because I told you to. /Mhm./ Flicking his eyes from the Young Green Dragon back to the girl, E'rro was fast enough to catch the girls reaction to the small action of opening his eyes. Drawing the tip of his mouth into a knowing smirk, he did that to people no matter if it was his scar or his appearance, he always seemed to startle them. Not that he complained, he disliked people and his menacing appearance tended to keep the smart people away. Lifting an eyebrow slightly as the girl studied him very obviously, the Brownweyrling clenched his fist again before releasing. Apparently this Weyrling had no intentions of leaving him alone, for she then proceeded on to speak. Her voice held no place in his mind, although he let them float through it, catching only the most amusing sentences in his head. The two females had to be thick in the head, they didn't notice that he still wore his Benden Knots, and they surely didn't come from Selenitas. The boys stuck out like a sore thumb in the place, E'rro's scar and Ismaroth's tan hide, it wasn't as if they looked like normal inhabitants.

Snorting slightly at the girls second comment, the Brown Weyrling shifted very slightly before letting his face fall back into an indifferent stare. "I wouldn't say that. You might regret saying those words in the same sentence." A glare interrupted his placid face, the girl was beginning to annoy him, just her presence was enough to spark dislike in his chest. "I think it would be best, if you went along on your way." /Can't you be at least a little nice?/ No. I get nice, they start to like me, I hate them all over again.

Shaking his large head slightly as he heard the Green, Ismaroth snaked his head around the tree to view the two females. Removing his body from his hiding place, the Brown drew himself to his full height and stretched his wings slightly. He wasn't trying to impress or deter, he was just simply stretching his sleeping limbs. /I am right here, we are Senior Weyrling's, and I doubt you've seen us but once before./[/i]

[kysseh]

Watching him look back at her from Raiyth, Fiona tilted her head to one side, bemused by his smirk. Was he going to be a snob, or was he just pleased to have disconcerted her? She could not tell at first, until she saw his hand clench into a fist again. Oh... no, he was just happy to have caught her off guard. He probably enjoyed scaring people. She belatedly caught sight of his shoulderknots and froze, eyes wide for a moment. He was from Benden?! She knew some of the Benden weyrlings had volunteered to stay, but she had not met one as of yet. This one was certainly not a very good representation of his fellows either.

She was slightly upset by his dismissal, but she managed to take it in stride, giving him a bit more tentative smile this time around. "I don't regret meeting new people until they hurt me. If they let you stay, you can't be all that bad. Just trying to strike up conversation; you can't have made many friends here, can you?" she said, tilting her curly-haired head to one side and abruptly sighing as a few wayward curls fell back into her face. Honestly, she wanted to chop it all off at times. "What's your name?" she continued, heedless of his suggestion to move on. She was not that easily chased off, not when she sensed someone in serious need of a bit of emotional healing. If he was from Benden... the poor, poor boy.

Raiyth started a bit at the sight of the head coming out from around the tree. She recovered quickly, though, and trilled happily in greeting, moving forward to investigate and tipping her head up to look at the brown. //I haven't seen you before... or at least, I don't think so. I'm Raiyth. You're lucky to be a senior weyrling and able to fly. I can hardly wait...// the green said almost wistfully, flaring out her wings a bit as she stared up at the brown. He was big! Then again, compared to her, nearly every male dragon could be considered large, though she cared little, so long as they were nice.

[Tashe]

Finally, the girl had caught sight of his shoulder knots... and yet even after a small fit of tensing muscles, she still persisted in speaking to him. "Let me stay! Ha! I am being forced to stay here." Using the tree as leverage, the BrownWeyrling rocked himself to his feet, drawing himself to his full height. Walking forward until there was not more than a pace between them, E'rro furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes. He wouldn't hurt the girl- no, this woman could not have been trained for battle, she wasn't worth the effort it would take. "Friends. I don't need friends in an Enemy Weyr. I don't need friends period." Turning on his heel in a sharp pivot, the former Benden Weyrling crossed his arms behind his back and returned to the tree. Tossing his hair with a small flick of his head, E'rro reached for the tree with one of his hands and brought it down the bark in a slow motion, keeping his remaining arm behind his back. "What makes you so sure, that I wont hurt you?" His name he kept to himself, the less people knew of him the better... the more likely he'd be left alone and to his own devices.

Flapping his wings once before folding them at his side, Ismaroth wound his tail around the trunk of a small tree before inspecting the green before him. She was one of the smaller Weyrling Greens he had seen so far at this Weyr, though she definitely wasn't one of the smallest he had ever seen in his short life. Nothing was particularly lovely about her build, rather normal if he was to describe her in a word or two, but her coloration was certainly nothing to wag a wing at. Her patten held his fascination for a small while, but it soon faded away to simply not caring what she looked like. /I am Ismaroth. If I had grown up at your Weyr, I would be a Junior, such as yourself. I not only know how to fly, I know how to Between also. You will be able to fly soon enough./

[kysseh]

"Even so, you can't be all that bad. You're not locked up or anything, after all," Fiona pointed out, secure in her logic despite the boy's apparent contempt of her mental capacities. His tone suggested that he thought very little of her, and while she did not claim to be the brightest glow in the basket, she was nowhere near the dullest one either. His efforts to be scathing only reenforced her attempts at kindness, and she was only slightly afraid as he stalked closer to her and looked down. She returned his intense scrutiny with an open and friendly one of her own, head tilted first one way and then the other.

After his hostility, Fiona was only a bit surprised to find that he still thought of Selenitas as an enemy. Were the riders here that bad?! None had ever seemed like it to her, though some of them she could have done without. Some were just.... ornery! Yes, that was a good word for it! But they were not cruel. "I'm sorry you have to think of us as enemies. I promise we're not so bad once you give us all a chance," she said, watching him walk away with a bit of disappointment. The instinct to just walk up and hug his problems away was nearly overwhelming, but she kept it in check, for the moment. "Oh, I never know for sure if people won't, but I don't think you'd be hurtful unless you really had to. And I'm not hurting you, so why should you?"

Actually, she was sure he could cook up several reasons, but as she idly dug her toe into the soft ground, she wondered if maybe he was beyond her capacity to reach out to. Her shoulders very nearly slumped at the thought, but she recovered her composure quickly enough. "You never did tell me your name. If you don't tell me, I might have to give you a stupid nickname or something," she said in an apologetic tone. "Or else you'll never know when I'm talking to you. Oh, and hello, Ismaroth," the weyrling added good-naturedly, smiling up at the brown as Raiyth generously relayed the dragon's name. "Sorry... didn't see you there before."

Undaunted by his apparent indifference, Raiyth sat back on her haunches for better balance and stared curiously up at him, unfurling her wings part of the way to better her stance. The mention of flying made her croon softly in regret. //I think I'd still rather grow up here and learn how to fly later. Benden sounds so /scary!/ Mine would not have been well there; she is very easily upset by things. Yours will not upset her, will he? I hope not. I do not want to have to scare him off.// The genuine regret in the green's tone was obvious, and it was readily apparent that she did not intend to be threatening in any way, even if it came off as such. She was simply too happy to be really frightening.