Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Nov 1, 2011 8:51:05 GMT -5
He was a little surprised, really, when the green wound herself around him almost immediately after he backed up to give her some space, then looked down at the creature gnawing on his leg with some curiosity. It didn't really hurt, though it definitely felt a bit strange. Devon taste like yums? he questioned of her, batting at her snout playfully with his other foreleg. Silly Love.
M'ta found himself rather at a loss and staring at the woman. Random and deep pile of things...? He stuck a hand in said pocket, fishing about in it for a moment, then mentally shrugged. "I don't know how deep they are?" Random he'd be willing to concede, even if they made perfect logical sense to him. The brownrider simply carried with him several little odds and ends that he might find necessary should he be cut off from his possessions. Oil for his two pets happened to be one of those things. As was a small array of first aid supplies, none of which could be easily duplicated by something like a belt.
"I'm not upset?" Not really sure what was so funny, or where she was getting this idea of a mountain of things hiding in his pockets, but that was okay. M'ta was sure he'd had stranger ideas himself in the past, and not so far in the past at that. One thing she said was right enough. "I don't suppose most of it would have much value to a pickpocket, no." His dark eyes were still focused on the chuckling greenrider in open curiosity. Maybe she was a bit punchy given the time of night.
Speaking of which..."So, what do you usually do? I mean, you're practically living the life of a wherhandler right now. Has your body adjusted to the sleeping pattern yet?" Because M'ta definitely had experience with that sort of life, even if it wasn't in recent years. "I can't imagine it's that lively around here in the dead of night." In fact, he knew it wasn't, given he suffered from insomnia oh...at least two nights out of the week.
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Post by dragon on Nov 1, 2011 22:46:13 GMT -5
Dev taste like ... taste like ... Love mouthed him a few more times, actually thinking about the taste this time instead of just randomly chewing on him. Oil. she finally decided. Love oil Love love oil Love. she decided, freeing one fore paw to bat back at the one he was batting at her with. Though she did at least stop trying to chew on him, even if her tail did cinch tighter in a rather possessive fashion. New pet!
M'ta's comment made Dorava gurgle a moment in an attempt to not laugh again. In the end she failed miserably. "It's pretty bad when you have no idea how deep your pockets are." She chortled. Dorava still felt rather awkward for laughing at him like that, but at least he wasn't upset about it. Or at least so he said. That only made it harder to resist though. He was so comical sometimes.
"What do I do?" She asked, grasping onto the topic that was on something other than his pockets. "Well ... this and that. Actually." She answered with a shrug. "Wing drills, infirmary shifts, dragon care, the occasional Search if I get spare time ... cat naps in between." She shrugged. "Sleep? What's that?" She quipped in a rather failed attempt at humor toward her schedule. "I get used to it, yeah. I really have a hard time getting relaxed enough to sleep. It's ... sometimes it feels too unstable to trust my soul to sleep, if you know what I mean. So I work, study, learn. Stay busy." Truth be told, she hadn't had a full sleeping session in ... Faranth knew how long. And when she did 'catnap' as she put it (if a half candle mark here, a candle mark there really counted), it was usually curled up against Aonith's chest, cradled in the dragon's forelegs. Definitely a safe spot most times. She had to be truly exhausted to actually sleep in her furs. Indeed, she spent more time sitting on her furs than in them. "Things don't have to be lively for me to find things to do." She pointed out. "Scrolls hold still really well."
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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 2, 2011 8:59:19 GMT -5
It seemed like Love had to check again, whatever he tasted like, because it wasn't immediately clear. Not that Devon minded at all - especially since the green now wasn't using her teeth, which had been a weird sensation even if it didn't really hurt. Oil? Mine has oils, if love? Make taste, smell like Devon. Love love? Yes, he was picking up on her vernacular now. Bending down to nuzzle her head which was still more or less attached to his leg, he wondered how long she was going to stay wound about him like that. It must be a mildly uncomfortable position for her at the very least.
M'ta couldn't help but continue staring at Dorava in a rather lost fashion. He couldn't tell if she was just making a joke due to his word choice or she was taking what he said extremely literally. Nor was he sure that he wanted to verify that one way or the other. On the one hand it might seem to suggest he didn't have a sense of humor, and on the other it might embarrass her for misunderstanding him. So he let it pass, though the lost look was still more than evident on his face.
It seemed that here was another insomniac. M'ta, at least, did sleep a solid six or so hours on occasion (though that would stop when he started doing the early morning runs with his weyrlings after his leg healed) and caught the rest in groups of two or four. His schedule didn't really allow for catnaps like Dorava's did. He was pretty much busy from roughly seven in the morning to ten at night, with a couple of hours of free time that he made a point to spend with the children. Not too flexible, a schedule like that.
"I suppose that's true enough," the man commented about her scrolls. His head was tilted curiously, clearly considering her. "Well, I of course know herbs that could help you get a full sleep but...you probably know them just as well." And maybe she didn't want to get so much sleep at once, or maybe didn't want to risk developing a dependency. Who could say? He wouldn't blame her. "As long as you're happy." M'ta flashed her a smile, even though he knew she'd already expressed loneliness.
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Post by dragon on Nov 2, 2011 21:47:34 GMT -5
Love took a moment to think about that, before unwinding from Devon's person to wind back up practically about her own self to do an unhealthy amount of itch-chewing on her own back with her front teeth, one front leg sticking almost straight out from her shoulder as she did so. Domine love oil Love, Love hate Do oil. Do oil squeezed from babies. She bemoaned, straightening out again and rubbing her snout with both front feet while stretched out on her belly on the floor. Also smell funny, taste worse. Hate. She confided morosely.
Dorava wasn't exactly sure what to say ... especially not to that lost looking expression that M'ta offered her for so many minutes. Why he was looking at her like that she really couldn't say... and wasn't even entirely sure that she should ask. Sometimes these things were better left to slide by the wayside. Least said quickest mended as the saying went... even if it was only true half the time. Sometimes least said the worse things got! In any event, the lost look and the stretching silence was a tad awkward and it was all Dorava could do to keep from saying something that was probably pretty stupid ... or fidgeting. Fortunately she manged to hold her tongue - and her position - until he finally said something.
"Oh. I do know a few herbs yes ... half of them taste horrible too." Dorava agreed. "But ... I really can't afford a full sleep. My schedule is too all over the place for that. I don't have that many consecutive hours all bunched together for that kind of sleeping. So I do with what I can catch between scheduled duties." Dorava shrugged. "I'm not exactly happy with it ... but at least I'm not bored?" She offered. "It gives me something to do. I hate having idle time in which all I can do is think. I tend to think myself into holes." She confessed. "I don't really have a problem with sleeping. I sleep really well every time I do."
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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 3, 2011 13:46:35 GMT -5
Yes. He knew about Love's issue with the oil already. But, he began reasonably, If Love love Devon oil, Mine give oil Yours, Yours oil Love Mine oil, Love love Yours oil Love and Yours love oil Love, all is love. No? Even M'ta, who was halfway paying attention to the two salamandyrs in the sense that he really couldn't help it, couldn't quite follow that monstrous line of logic. Devon, however, was quite pleased with himself and even puffed out his chest as he waited for Love to acknowledge the sheer brilliance of the thought.
M'ta wrinkled his nose at Dorava. "I don't suppose you've ever considered asking E'rro to change your hours so that your schedule isn't quite as wild? Not reduce them, but change them to times that work better with your other duties. He originally had me working during weyrling lessons and I only work a couple candlemarks a day there now. He's flexible. Of course, if you only work a couple candlemarks he also puts you on call for the entire night," the brownrider added dryly. (Really, it probably had more to do with being journeyman status and working all day, but details, details. Everyone seemed to think that the Weyrlingmaster didn't have enough to do with babysitting teenagers all day. Before it was a wing and the infirmary, now it was longer lessons and the infirmary. Oh well. He didn't really have a problem with it.)
"That's something I understand all too well," M'ta agreed. Having too much time to think...well, it didn't tend to lead to good places. Which was probably why, while he felt the stress involved in all the work he put in and sometimes commented on it (infirmary duties, weyrlingmaster duties and raising two kids wasn't exactly easy) the brownrider never actually complained about it or tried to get it changed unless there were conflicts. He even had one whole day off. Wonder of wonders.
"If I had time to think...well, keeping busy is preferable. It's not like what I'm doing isn't rewarding, either. Taking care of people, teaching weyrlings, raising kids...they're all kind of important. Not like just pushing paper across a desk or something. So it's easier to justify having almost no free time." He smiled at her. "Except in the middle of the night like now. Though I can't say I'd rather read scrolls." The man wrinkled his nose. "Such a pain, reading."
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Post by dragon on Nov 7, 2011 21:33:34 GMT -5
Love paused a moment as if she was going over what Devon said again, just to make sure she understood him right. Sometimes it was rather confusing having a word of emotion for a name, after all. But she eventually figured that she had it pretty much sorted out and figured for what he meant to say. Love! she praised, licking his throat when he puffed up so. The more she talked to this strange, intruding Blue, the more she liked him!
Which could only spell trouble later on down the road for some people, but that was neither here nor there. Love wiggled all over, before scampering out from under the dresser and across the floor. Leaping onto the leading face of the couch, Love scampered up the face of it. She only had to stop three times to unhang her claws from the coarse fabric of it, finally making it onto that pillow that M'ta was hanging onto. Scampering up to the top of it, she perched upright like mandyrs were notorious for. Love oil! She announced at M'ta expectantly. Dev say Love!
Dorava shook her head simply, eyeing Love a tad warily as her pet attempted to claim M'ta's full attention. "I never said two words to E'rro about it. I figured someone had to do it, and I seem to be ideal. Seeing as how I don't really have any problems with it anyway. I don't sleep much, I like to stay busy ... things like that." Dorava shrugged. "Someone's gotta do it."
But while she was a tad curious what it was that M'ta didn't want to be having time to think about, she couldn't help but smile slightly at his comments about reading. "It gets easier the more you do it." She promised, not about to pry into M'ta's personal affairs. Frankly, she was shocked that he was admitting to the things he was admitting to ... to her of all people. They both worked in the infirmary sure, but they hardly really knew one another. This was the sort of heavy stuff that was traded only between the closest of friends. Or at least so she'd assumed previously. "But be that as it may, you're welcome to visit any time you're feeling ... wakeful. I'm usually up." She nodded slightly, with a small smile.
Visitors of the nice kind were so rare, far and few between. It was nice. Very nice indeed.
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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 9, 2011 0:54:54 GMT -5
Sneak perked up immediately upon getting such a nice, clear view of Love, a near inaudible croon starting in his throat before Devon emerged more slowly and turned his head to fix the brown with a look. The flit that M'ta sometimes called his flying sausage (though with surprising affection despite the words themselves) ducked his head so that Devon couldn't get a clear view of him from this angle and scooted toward the end of the shelf on his belly.
For the brownrider's part, his lips twitched slightly as he realized that Devon was apparently being possessive of his new friend, and they then formed a wry smile when Love appeared to demand oil from him. At least, that's what he figured given Devotion's take on the conversation. "I think I may need that oil back, Dorava," he commented, the amusement clear in his tone. "Dorava has it already, Love."
As for her schedule? Well, if she was content with it that more or less concluded any further discussion on that. M'ta wasn't sure why she felt she needed to be the one to do it simply because someone had to. He was pretty sure that if they went through people's schedules, someone had one that would work better with the shift, and really they should be the one to work it, but he wasn't going to press the issue.
M'ta couldn't help but snort at Dorava's claim. "I can read well enough. Taught myself when I got here and got a lot of practice when Kalierre told us R'wign was diabetic and he refused to talk about it, because healers are just known for taking good care of themselves," he added sarcastically. "Since he wouldn't help, I read almost everything we had on it. That's when he started teaching me, actually. Healing, I mean. Because I kept asking him about medical terms. They're like another language." M'ta wrinkled his nose. "Doesn't mean I like reading any more just because it's easier for me now."
Her invitation, though, was met with a genuine smile, no quirky twists to his lips. He looked...well...delighted, really, which was an unusual enough expression to come from the grumpy Weyrlingmaster. "I think I'll have to take you up on that, if only for your exceedingly comfy couch. You definitely weren't lying about that one," he concluded laughingly.
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Post by dragon on Nov 13, 2011 23:02:38 GMT -5
Love's gaze snaked around to stare at Dorava from her perch on M'ta. But then snorted and looked at M'ta again expectantly. Dorava, she didn't trust right now. She might try to use those squished babies oil on her instead. But clearly M'ta didn't do such a thing, otherwise Devon would be smelling like flowers right now. Which he clearly, obviously, was not. Obviously. Devon's' oil, not mine's' oil. Hate! Love. Love insisted, before looking around at Devon imploringly. Clearly, his was not understanding her at all. Was he dimglowish today, or was this normal?! If this was normal, she really pitied Devon.
Dorava picked the oil up and underhand-tossed it back to M'ta. Somewhat privy to some of the thoughts rolling around via Love, she was well aware that M'ta was going to have a lot easier time of it than she was ... even with the promise of regular oil, she was liable to have quite a chase on her hands just to catch the little worm. "Catch." She warned, before shaking her head slightly. "I appreciate that ... she's been nothing but trouble all night when it comes to getting oiled."
Dorava was still and silent for a moment at the revelation that R'wign had been diabetic. She hadn't heard that. Granted, she was aware that sometimes things like that were kept under pretty tight wraps sometimes, depending on the personality of the person. But ... she really couldn't blame him for having taking such a serious interest in it to have actually started his own more or less apprenticeship due to the topic. "It is another language." She agreed. Though now she was wondering if M'ta had some mild dyslexia going on. If he could read that much and still consider reading a pain ... clearly practice was not the issue.
A genuine smile was met by a genuine smile, and Dorava realized that it felt good. To not only see one, but to give one. It was ... different. A sensation akin to a long lost friend not seen for many turns. Refreshing! "You do that." Dorava answered, breaking into a grin. "And I promise I'll leave plenty of pillows there for you to throw around, too." She teased. Because clearly he was not against pillow-tossing! She affected a surprised expression and tugged on one of her shirt buttons to complete the effect. "Me? Lie? Do you really think I would do such a thing? About a couch no less? Heresy!" Dorava spouted, still teasing, though a bit more theatrically than before. Mostly because ... well ...
Well... it was like the smile. An old friend back from the dead. She found herself doing something she also hadn't done in turns ... relaxing. She'd been so used to being wound up and alert all the time she hadn't realized that she was. It had become rote and normal. It was quite nice to be at ease.
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Post by Requiem on Nov 16, 2011 9:50:53 GMT -5
Mine? Love want Mine oil, not Hers. 'Fraid be sneaky sneaky, use flower ick oil. Please nice be Lovefriend? Which...wasn't exactly that much clearer to anyone who wasn't bonded to Devon, given that the blue tended to leave out some key words. He'd crawled up the couch and was now perched on M'ta's leg, nuzzling at it encouragingly with a croon. Almost as if he were begging the man. The brownrider regarded him with faint amusement, even as he reached out to catch the vial overhanded without actually tracking it with his eyes. (Something about being a startlingly accurate knife thrower also made him particularly good at catching things. Though how exactly the two were related wasn't really clear to him.)
"Oh, I could hardly deny two salamandyrs asking so nicely." At least for their breed. Salamandyrs weren't known for being particularly polite. Offering a hand to Love so he could oil her without getting it on Dorava's pillow, the Weyrlingmaster opened the bottle with his teeth and started gently applying it, paying particular attention to the usual problem areas and any part of her hide showing that queer dry rash.
Glancing up from what he was doing as Dorava responded to his comments, the brownrider found himself blinking at her. Was that Dorava being playful? He blinked again, then smiled, "Heresy, hm? Trying to tell me that you're a paragon of virtue?" M'ta made a show of studying her, then flashed another smile. "Well, we'll see. I'll be keeping an eye on you, woman," he offered her teasingly, even as Devon climbed further up the man who was now seated upright to take up a position on his shoulder and croon to Love questioningly. That was better, wasn't it?
"If not I'll just have to beat you with pillows," he added, making an exaggerated intimidating face for her amusement. "Don't underestimate the power of a pillow barrage. You'll be begging for mercy before I'm done. Are you sure you have nothing you wish to confess beforehand?" The brownrider shot a wink at her before returning his full attention to Love, checking to make sure he hadn't missed any spots.
"Anything else feeling itchy?" he questioned her, brushing his finger down her spine gently. M'ta was surprisingly sweet to all of his mindmates (despite comments he might make about them) and he tended to be just as nice to those of other people, too. They weren't people, after all. People were the only ones he had to guard himself against. Draconids without a human influence were never cruel.
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Post by dragon on Dec 15, 2011 12:45:43 GMT -5
Love Devon good love. Love approved, before lifting her ting wings and frill as M'ta finally got the picture and started to do something about it. Thrumming in her throat fit to sound like a purring feline without the oscillations, she enjoyed the sensation of non-scented oil being rubbed ever so gently into her skin. Love didn't mind being oiled, not really. Especially not when her skin was as itchy as it was right now.
She was feeling particularly good at the moment. Between the oils in the chocolate she'd got all over herself, getting licked clean, and now oiled again with real, pure oil ... she was practically giddy. Love! Devon's nice, love good, Devon nice. she approved, wriggling all over once M'ta was done, tongue flashing out for mini-licks to his fingertips.
Dorava watched that, and could only smile and shake her head in bemusement. Her little creature was just as bipolar as she could possibly be, there was no two ways about it, it seemed. "I hope it does her good. Thank you." Pausing a moment she considered the concept of being a paragon, and had to giggle a bit. "I don't know about virtue, but paragon sounds fun. Are the virtues mandatory to being a paragon?" She asked, deliberately being silly about it. For she did know what a paragon was. "Oooooooh, watching me? I shall be prepared to get those creepy being-watched shivers then." She giggled.
But she laughed outright at the idea of being pummeled with pillows. "I'm game for that. Pillow barrages can be fun. And you never know ... you might be the one begging for mercy, cause you know anything you toss at me I'll chuck back at you." Dorava laughed. But it did sound somewhat silly-fun, even if it didn't at all sound like something anyone would imagine M'ta to be doing. Chances were rather high that if she mentioned such an activity and M'ta in the same sentence, people would think she'd got bat crazy.
Itchy itchy, bad, hate. Itchy. All over itchy. Hate itchy. Not itchy before, some itchy now. Love answered, completely missing that she'd dropped a few too many words and as a result was making sound as if she hadn't itched at all before the oiling. Where as the truth was that she felt a lot better now, in fact she was less itchy. But itchy still all the same. Only mildly so, in comparison. Love! she declared, before scampering up M'ta's chest to mount his shoulder and hunker next to where Devon was. Oily. She observed to the Blue.
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