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Post by glamourie on Mar 8, 2009 3:21:16 GMT -5
Anyone who happened upon the infirmary that particular day would find themselves in for a particularly bizarre 'treat'. Since the cases of poisoning had stopped coming in for the most part, infirmary shifts were less hectic; the typical injuries still arrived and occasional illnesses, but finally, most of the healers could relax. That made the scene anyone at the doorway would see with absolute clarity possible. The center of the infirmary typically used for a walkway was cluttered with dozens of wooden chairs all lined up together so that the seats formed their own individual shelf. Where all the chairs came from was anybody's guess, and they were technically blocking off part of the walkway (or at least hindering it; people working could definitely get past if they made an effort to go around). One of the chairs was completely knocked over. Indeed it was a miracle that, at least for the moment, no one of rank was in the infirmary, or the source of the disarray would probably be in for quite an earful.
Said source happened to have collar-length black waves, dark green eyes, an army of firelizards and a particularly loud mouth when he was excited. R'wign was the one responsible for moving all the chairs, as anyone looking could clearly identify. The healer was jumping up onto the seats, running from one end to the other, and then jumping off at the far side to circle around, like some bizarre form of hopscotch-meets-musical chairs. He almost certainly made for a bizarre sight, especially since he was wearing a skirt. Yes. A skirt. It was bright purple (and over a pair of black slacks anyone could clearly deduce) and he'd matched it with a straw hat with flowers - a costume worthy of a few stares if anyone bothered to look. Some might diagnose it as psychosis. Certainly R'wign's behavior could not be considered normal by any stretch of the imagination. Even for R'wign it was bizarre.
But he was not alone, either.
The second person responsible for the chaos in the infirmary that afternoon was little Kalerary. Age seven, she was the spitting image of her father right down to the scowl most of the time. That was not one such time. Her face was lit up in a brilliant smile and the gray-eyed child followed R'wign with his climbing on the chairs. Unlike the healer, she hadn't dressed up. She was wearing nothing more than a pair of brown pants and a blue-green shirt that her papa bought her. Perched on her shoulder was R'wign's little gold firelizard, who was quite effectively doting on her, every few minutes rubbing her entire body on the girl's jawline. Long dark brown hair was tied back in a plait to avoid getting in her face, and Kalerary looked exceedingly happy. Considering the child's usually grumpy demeanor, it was a drastic change. She and R'wign shared one very dominant trait, as well: Neither of them could sing.
Neither could R'wign's firelizard fair, though that did not stop any of the group from trying. Kalerary jumped off the side of the chairs, and sang louder than R'wign (making it easy to hear her for anyone entering the infirmary). "X, Y and Z! Now I know my ABCs--"
"Next time won't you sing with meeee!" R'wign finished as he climbed up onto the first chair. Roxie, Stumpy and Hazard all fluted at the end as though the carry out the note, but each of them was off-key, with Roxie's sounds reaching a particularly deafening level. Not that he noticed, nor did any of the firelizards. While R'wign was seeing a harper, he was not one, and he couldn't care less how bad they sounded. The healer was having an inordinate amount of fun, which made him deduce that he was probably at the maturity level of a seven-turn-old. The fact that Checkoth was outside trying to croon to the music just reinforced to him that their 'party' was amazing, even if he was sure Kali would completely kill him when she found out what he'd done to her infirmary. By some miracle she wasn't there. He had no idea where she was, but was hoping to have everything put back together by the time she returned.
Kalerary circled behind the chairs and giggled before tugging on R'wign's skirt. "You gotta show me how all of the letters look, R'wign!" she said with no small amount of fondness; in some ways, the weyrbrat had adopted the brown weyrlingrider like an older sibling. His age in proximity to hers helped, and he was one of the few people her father liked enough to let her visit whenever she wanted. "Tell me how I spell crawlie?" To emphasize her point, Kalerary held out her hands to show the little crawlie that she'd hatched from an egg at the caravans. The little creature looked at R'wign then scurried under Kalerary's sleeve again, as if shy. R'wign: Scary man.
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Post by Avu on Mar 8, 2009 18:41:00 GMT -5
She had left. Briefly. (Or so she thought.) Getting food and klah was necessary for her own survival. Meira had convinced herself of that, and therefore had departed for the kitchens near the end of her shift, planning on coming back as quickly as she could. Unfortunately, falling asleep over the table was not a great way to accomplish this, and though she'd darted back up when she awoke, it was still...apparently not quickly enough, for upon her return, the wherhandler was presented with a decidedly odd view. Working in the Infirmary for such a long time, she probably should have been used to R'wign. His firelizard-magnetism and everything else. But she still stopped dead at the door of the Infirmary, blinking in alarm at the mess of the Infirmary, one hand curled around the cup of klah she had nearly spilled on her way up, her other hand, which had been busy stroking Zesa, who was curled around her forearm affectionately, stopping the soothing gestures in favor of completely freezing to appraise R'wign as if the brownweyrling had gone mad.
In all fairness, this was a bit much, even for him. Wearing a skirt -- a very eye-catching purple one, no less -- and black pants under it. The contrast might have been nice enough had it not been a skirt. Said skirt seemed to be matched with a hat coated with flowers, and the Journeyman Healer was hopping -- hopping over the mess that the Infirmary had miraculously become. Chairs. Chairs were scattered everywhere; one of them had been toppled and one of them was planted firmly in her way. Pushing it away from her, Meira edged entirely into the Infirmary, blinking disbelievingly at R'wign and then glancing helplessly around, looking for -- someone. Kalierre, or another Healer. Nope. Nobody that ranked R'wign, which she supposed meant the Weyrling was free to wreak havoc as he pleased.
The singing, though, was not entirely R'wign, and Meira glanced around to catch sight of Kalerary, following the brownweyrling on his strange course around the chairs that lined the Infirmary. Zesa fluttered her wings slightly at the off-key caroling, and the queen crooned loudly as she left Meira's wrist, settling down on her favorite cabinet to perch daintily, her gaze flickering around the room. Bewilderment swirled rapidly in the flitter's eyes, and then, with a slight huff, the gold flopped down on top of the cabinet, forelegs dangling over the edge, tail curled around her haunches as she tilted her head curiously, eyeing R'wign and Kalerary intently. The last, very off-key note, sung by all fire lizards except the little gold with Kalerary, and the aforementioned cross-dressing brownweyrling and weyrbrat, made her flip her wings nervously, her tail lashing against the cabinet as her eyes whirled even more rapidly, and then finally settled on R'wign as the main source of noise. (He was biggest, so he was responsible.) The Healer received a quiet hiss of protest, though little more than that.
Cupping both hands around the mug of klah, Meira navigated the maze of chairs cautiously, and finally sat down on the edge of one of the empty Infirmary beds, sliding the mug onto a nearby counter, and then propped her chin on a loosely curled fist, elbow resting against her side as Kalerary tugged on R'wign's shirt, displaying to him a crawler. Zesa crooned softly from her cabinet, and Meira couldn't help grinning slightly at the queen's bewilderment. She and R'wign didn't generally stay in the Infirmary at the same times, since she had night shift to match Meisk's schedule, but she was fairly certain that Zesa stayed at the Infimary a bit when she was asleep, and apparently what she had seen of R'wign did not generally include bright purple skirts and flower-coated straw hats.
"Is he normally like this?"
The question came without thought, but it wasn't rudely meant nor said: There was an amused, teasing note in the wherhandler's tones as she addressed Kalerary, head cocked slightly to one side as her eyes flicked towards R'wign again, glancing over his outfit one more time before she glanced back at Kalerary and the little queen firelizard, eyebrow raised slightly, eyes sparkling with her amusement. Such immaturity, for a Journeyman Healer...
((If it doesn't make sense and/or is horrible, I'm sorry. Headaches aren't really good for muse.))
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Post by Rei on Mar 10, 2009 19:47:23 GMT -5
Danar walked past the infirmary whistling to himself. The candidate had almost passed the building when Hero stiffened on his shoulder and fluted a high note. “Hero?” The lad questioned as the flit suddenly became animated. The bronze swung off his shoulder and shot into the infirmary crying the strange high note the entire way.
Danar froze. “Hero! You idiot there are sick people in there you’ll wake them up and.. Shard it all you brat!.” The candidate entered the infirmary after his bronze and stopped at the doorway shock registering across his face. What in Faranth’s name? He scanned the area with disbelief in his eyes. Was he seeing things? A man in a purple skirt with a flowered hat? Was he trying to cheer up patients or something? A quick glance around the room stalled that notion. The only one here besides Meira (he knew her from Pasine’s infirmary stay), was a little girl and a full fair of fire lizards.
Hero chirped a greeting to the entire fair and mimicked their earlier note with gusto. He cocked his head as he examined the small grouping and look there were two golds, one being his mother. The bronze fluted a greeting to Zesa the note intended to soothe her. She did not like the noise? He was sorry. Hero chirped to the rest of the lizards he had not seen them around before. So he was naturally curious about them.
Danar entered the room and gestured to his fire lizard. “He um must have decided to join you in your… um what exactly are you doing?” The large lad queried his face reflecting his confusion. Perhaps the boy was just touched in the head. Entirely possible with the way he was dressed. To be fair Danar had missed Meira’s question towards Kalerary, and anyone would admit the scene was a bit odd.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 13, 2009 14:29:20 GMT -5
You are taking too long, M'taMine. I was to meet Checkoth at first light. It is brighter now, see? He nudged his rider solidly, forcing M'ta to throw out a foot for balance or risk being toppled over. The boy was perched on a log near the bank of the river, the infirmary building shielding him from view of the main hall; he wasn't fond of a swarm of curious onlookers, after all. "Almost finished. Be patient."
Another one of his dreams last night. Shitaki was in this one...Shitaki and what Behruth referred to as the Nightmare. It left both brown and rider shaken and thoroughly awake for the rest of the night. The water provided enough reflective light along with a glowbasket to work on the riding straps, and M'ta often needed something to do with his hands when he was at his most brooding. Sel'n would probably throw a hissy if he found out that the two were out of the barracks half the night without permission. M'ta only hoped that he'd be witness to the fit of pique. His lips twitched up in a smirk.
Ruth sent Jabari on ahead to see if Checkoth was already there - he and His were running late! The flitter skittered through the pens that housed the dragons, but the sound of a whole chorus of other firelizards interested him. Crooning happily, he flew in through an open window, shooting the rest chirps of greeting before he saw the gold that he held a special fondness for. Lovely Zesa! He didn't see her nearly often enough. Too eager to even spend the time to fly over to join her, he popped Between and emerged right above the cabinet, crooning lovingly to the mild-mannered queen. So many of the other firelizard queens wouldn't have anything to do with a lesser color. Jabari settled down and chirped at her questioningly, the tip of his tail running along hers. Would she let him touch her?
M'ta was just finishing up the straps when the mental image of a gold along with an undeniable fondness burst in his head. Jabari? He shoved the straps in his pack, suddenly more interested in getting to the infirmary. That was Zesa, and if Zesa was there, Meira might be too! Behruth huffed quietly. You are silly, M'taMine. Now you want to hurry? Come, then. I will take you. M'ta glanced at Behruth, then broke into a smile. "Yeah. Sure. Just...try not to buck me off, eh?" Behruth offered a draconic grin, setting off at an awkward lope the moment M'ta was settled and nearly jarring the boy's teeth right out of his head.
Dismounting while the brown was still in motion, M'ta didn't wait but continued on inside, feeling strangely nervous. A feeling that evaporated the moment he saw the insanity within. He couldn't resist a bark of laughter, not at all surprised to see R'wign hopping around like a wherry, singing at the top of his lungs in a skirt. "I know they always say to get in touch with your feminine side, but I think you may be taking this a little too literally, healer!" he called to his quirky friend. M'ta then flashed a grin at Meira - utterly ignoring Danar, which some who knew him well would have found a surprising relief - and he drifted to stand beside her, canting his head curiously at Kalerary. "This must be the reason R'wign's acting touched in the head. You've gone and stolen his heart, haven't you, little lady?" he commented, crouching down.
Behruth loved the creche, and some of that had begun to rub off on M'ta. "Did you pick out that skirt for him? It's lovely."
By this point Behruth had located his favorite clutchbrother. Checkbrother! Yours is acting very, very silly again, Ruth commented with a little amused huff. What have you been feeding him? He sidled up and nuzzled Checkoth affectionately.
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Post by glamourie on Mar 14, 2009 1:30:04 GMT -5
“C - R - A - W - L - I - E,” R’wign explained patiently, but another form over her head caught his attention -- Meira. He was caught redhanded in his game. How much had the wherhandler seen? A sense of alarm filled him. Since they were almost never on schedule together (her being a wherhandler, him being a weyrlingrider), he did not know the girl very well. What he knew of her was that she was very, very soft spoken and seemed highly skittish. Her fire lizard on the other hand was not skittish at all, but quite polite; his Hazard was very fond of his dam and so R’wign was as well. Meira was another story. Would she tell on him? Tattle to Kali and let her know what he’d done? He hoped not, because explaining to the Dragonhealer why he’d virtually destroyed the infirmary she viewed as hers (comically, he also viewed it as his, despite a MasterHealer arriving -- he’d been there first and he had more Weyr experience, thanks!). He was certain she’d flay him alive if she found out. Not good, not good at all.
Rather than speak to Meira, R’wign turned to Zesa and addressed the fire lizard directly (behavior that was not at all unusual in the journeyman healer; having so many of them himself, he just generally treated them like little winged people and thus talked to them the same way). “We were playing a game. Singing and spelling. Kalerary wants to be a healer. Isn’t that nice?” He spoke as if he honestly expected the queen to answer him. Considering his own flits answered to being spoken to, he actually did expect some kind of response. In his opinion, fire lizard chatter was often more intelligible than the babble that the folks at the Weyr regularly offered, too. Fire lizards were at least sincere.
So distracted with Zesa was he that R’wign did not notice Danar’s arrival. His fire lizards did, however, and Roxie quite quickly flew over to Hero to chitter pleasantly. Her wings flared and she assumed several flattering poses, as though to show off. Wasn’t she lovely? Look at her shiny green hide. Her eyes whirled and she circled, flying, before attempting to land… quite unsuccessfully; to her great misfortune, the green flew right into the cabinet next to Zesa. She smacked face first into it and slid down with an audible creel that made R’wign turn his attention fully to her, and Ellie fluttered her wings in distress as she eyed who she deemed to be her green. A curious flute was all she offered, but it was the fire lizard equivalent of, “Are you okay?” Surely she hadn’t hurt herself? She was always doing that!
Kalerary looked up at Meira with a curious expression, before shrugging one shoulder in dismissal. “R’wign plays lots of games with me. He’s one of the only ones who does,” she said honestly. “My papa doesn’t, and there’s not that many other ‘brats here around my age. They’re all babies.” She twisted her nose up in taste, clearly not fond of babies herself. Except her crawlie. She liked her crawlie. The little girl lifted her hand and rubbed her fingers over the gecko-looking creature, but it slid back under her sleeve. Squirms didn’t trust fire lizards any more than most of them trusted him, and thus he spent most of his time hunting for bugs (Ka’rys’s weyr was blissfully clear of them as was the infirmary) or hiding on his person. The little girl turned her gaze to Danar and she edged closer to Meira subconsciously before replying in a considerably more meek voice, “We were spelling… learning. I don’t know how to read and R’wign’s been teaching me…”
The little queen on her shoulder easily read Kalerary’s tension and her eyes whirled anxiously. To soothe her, she chirruped softly - a much more pleasant note than any of R’wign’s other fire lizards. Her gaze flicked accusingly to Danar, almost as if daring him to do anything to the seven-turn-old with her there. She’d adopted the weyrbrat as her baby and she would defend her if she needed to. Of course, her idea of defending involved uncapping the jars of numbweed as she found that quite effectively chased out anything annoying (And most other things, unfortunately) - far more efficient than squawking and shrieking. Scolding wasn’t in her nature, but no one ever said she wasn’t clever; she’d figured out very quickly the numbweed trick to get rid of anyone who bugged her. Especially Roxie.
The healer (not noticing Danar still) rapidly whirled around to offer a very sarcastic salute to his former room mate. “It’s true. She stole my heart!” He sniffed indignantly before crossing his legs at his ankles and looking down in what was obviously an exaggerated shy posture. “D-do you think the skirt looks good, M’ta? I’d hate to disappoint…” His expression rapidly twisted into a smirk before he turned to Kalerary to --
“WHO ARE YOU?!”
Notice Danar. He hadn’t seen the boy come in and he almost had a heart attack on the spot as he jumped back. How had he missed him? Had he been speaking? Why did Kale look so pale? No matter - it would all be settled, but first, “All of you can stop your jabbering now and help me repair the infirmary, or my death is on your hands should Kalierre come back any time soon. Quick! Chairs back where they go! … Please?”
Checkoth rumbled his amusement and stood up-- only to flop back down half on top of Behruth in the process. The weyrling’s eyes were whirling rapidly, obviously happy shades, and he crooned loud enough that anyone nearby would be able to hear him. Ciceroth’s hatchling always makes R’wignmine act this way, the brown proclaimed with no small amount of pride. It makes me want one, it does. I like seeing R’wignmine happy and silly. The hatchling is an apprentice, and R’wignmine likes to act silly around the young ones - and the injured. He thinks it makes them less likely to get mad. Do you think so? You're late, by the way! It is well past first light!
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Post by Avu on Mar 14, 2009 13:16:33 GMT -5
Zesa hopped forward a pace as R'wign turned to her, cocking his head and regarding him with rapidly whirling eyes as he explained. She didn't understand all the words, "Kalerary" being one she definitely didn't, and the queen paused to consider a moment before she put two and two together, and fluted approvingly, lowering her head off the edge of the cabinet to put herself roughly at eye-level with R'wign. She knew this Healer, she did, and she approved of him, too, mostly because he seemed to have a magnetism when it came to attracting her babies come Hatching-time. Hazard, at the very least, Zesa liked. (Collision didn't seem to be awake to be liked most of the time, so she had no opinion on her blue offspring.) The queen firelizard paused, and then, peering at Kalerary and Ellie, and then back at R'wign, she chirruped questioningly to the younger gold. Why was she...not on her person?
Her person was adequately distracted by Kalerary, though. Obviously by the way she spoke she didn't realize that it wasn't...normal for a man (immature as R'wign acted) to wear a purple skirt, even for playing purposes. Nevertheless, it was cute. She was cute. The dislike of babies was mutual, and Meira smiled softly, commenting wryly, "They are too noisy...I don't like them much, either." The explanation made her pause, biting her lower lip in a brief moment of uncertainty. "Don't we have a Harper for that? They're in charge of teaching you the Ballads, and how to write and all, aren't they? But," she concluded with a shrug, "If R'wign teaches better in a bright purple skirt, I can't...er, fault you for wanting to learn from him...it's probably a lot more interesting." Interesting. Ha. What an understatement. The Healer shrugged, leaning back against the Infirmary bed and lacing her fingers behind her back absently, glancing at R'wign again with a slight smirk.
Wait -- what was a Candidate doing there? Meira started slightly, blinking nervously at Danar as the Candidate stopped in the door of the Infirmary, speaking up about someone joining whatever R'wign was doing. Who? Her gaze followed Danar's gesture to the bronze firelizard. One of Zesa's offspring (it seemed that most people had one of the queen's get, and she'd only clutched twice, too). The bronze's croon to Zesa didn't go ignored by the queen. Typically she didn't fuss over her babies; the only reason she was familiar (and fond of) Hazard was due to the time they both spent in the Infirmary. She did remember her offspring, though, and Hero received a soft croon. The -- noise, was he worried about? The noise had...mostly stopped, so that was all right, and -- what was Roxie doing? The gold blinked in surprise as the green firelizard proceeded to flaunt herself for Hero, and then...crashed headlong into her cabinet. The crash earned her a surprised flute from Zesa, who peered anxiously after the green. Did she...did she often do that?!
Roxie didn't have her attention long, though, for as soon as she caught sight of Jabari, Zesa warbled in a pleased greeting to her former mate as he landed (with much more grace than Roxie) on the cabinet next to her, sitting up to move closer to the brown firelizard. His croon elicited one from Zesa as well, the gold leaning forward to nuzzle her brown affectionately on the neck. She hadn't seen him in so long, and she'd missed him, she had. Humming, her eyes whirling rapid shades of pleasure. No longer was he her mate, truly, but he was still her brown, wasn't he? She chirped questioningly in an inquiry as to his well-being, flopping down next to Jabari and resting her muzzle lightly against back, though she lifted it to flute politely in greeting to M'ta. The queen remembered him too, and while she wasn't nearly as fond of him as she was Jabari, she did like him.
It was Zesa's greeting of said brownweyrling that made Meira glance back at the doorway, a smile brightening her face in silent greeting as she caught sight of M'ta, even if he was more focused on R'wign (predictably so; R'wign was...eye-catching). As he drifted over to stand nearby, Meira quirked one eyebrow in amusement as he addressed Kalerary. She couldn't remember his being so cheerful around children. The thought was efficiently cut off at R'wign's pose and comment, and she couldn't stifle the laugh that rose up. Shameless Healer. Clearly he and M'ta were on friendly terms.
Danar had been more or less forgotten; she instinctively assumed that R'wign had already noticed him and since the Healer hadn't bothered answering, she'd...dismissed him, mentally. R'wign's sudden outburst at Danar, therefore, earned a very visible start from Meira, and the wherhandler threw a startled glance at first Danar and then at R'wign. "He's been there," she observed dryly. His name? She had no idea; she recognized Danar as 'Pasine's boyfriend' because that was, to most of the Healers, who he was. The Journeyman's abrupt change from messing around to delivering orders to clean up the mess he'd made elicited a slightly puzzled expression from Meira as she glanced over the chairs. "Shouldn't you have thought of that before you decided to rearrange all the chairs of the Weyr into the Infirmary? -- I don't even know where you got these. What did you do, strip the Main Hall?" Nevertheless, she slid off of the bed, willing (or perhaps resigned) to help.
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Post by Rei on Mar 22, 2009 14:36:35 GMT -5
When M’ta arrived and began teasing the other male Danar stayed silent a look of confusion crossing his features. The way things were going he was quickly feeling like the odd man out. When Kalerary spoke obviously shy. He smiled in her direction. “Ah well that’s nice of him. It’s better to learn with games than with written words. You remember better with games.” He smiled warmly at her and again turned his attention to the man in the skirt. Because of this he completely missed the queen’s glare. Not that that would have mattered much to him anyway. Of course he wouldn’t harm a child.
Hero chirped in return to his dam. Then his attention was stolen by the green. He fluted happily to Roxie as she posed for him. Yes she was very pretty and oh!. The bronze flared his wings in alarm and crooned in question to the green as she collided with the cabinet. He cocked his head and stared down at her. Was she ok? Did she need help? R’wign’s yell caused Hero to chirp in alarm and wing back to his bonded with a hiss. To much for the little lizard to deal with at the moment obviously.
Danar took the yell in stride. He’d probably scream to if someone caught him in a skirt. Although to be fair, Danar would never in a million years ever wear one. Someone would have to kill him first. The man’s obvious plea for help had Danar moving. He quickly grabbed two chairs and waited for instruction. If this Kalierre put that much fear into the lad she must be a force to be reckoned with. (Unlike their poor pathetic Weyrleader)
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Post by Requiem on Mar 22, 2009 19:45:46 GMT -5
Jabari visibly preened for his only former mate, his spine arched enticingly as he circled his head around to return her nuzzle. Oh, how happy he was to be near Zesa again, and to have her greet him so enthusiastically. The tip of his tail wormed around hers until they were twined. Crooning a response to her chirp, he nudged her back with a questioning trill, to see how she was. Jabari settled on his stomach and allowed his head to fall around in a coil to give her his full attention, his forelimbs tucked neatly beneath him. If he'd noticed Roxie's...gracelessness...he made no indication of it. Nor really acknowledged anyone but Zesa.
M'ta waved at the gold flit, a rueful smile on his lips. If they continued like this, next time Zesa rose...Well, it made Jabari happy, and that was good enough for M'ta. Half-straigthening from his bent position, the smaller (and arguably less colorful) of the two Tidal brownweyrlings snorted at R'wign. How was the healer even maintaining his balance like that? He had a sudden urge to walk over and poke R'wign, just to see if the boy wouldn't topple like a tree. Now that would be amusing.
Instead he stood to his full height and struck a rather overdone gallant pose, fists perched on both hips and feet splayed wide. "You're ever so enchanting, my-" His words were cut off by the quite sudden shrieking of the healer, causing M'ta to blink, nonplussed, and cast a glance over his shoulder. His gaze drifted back toward R'wign, brow raised. There was no one there but the candidate who'd been here before even M'ta had. He might have said something, but Meira beat him to it, and the brownweyrling shot a grin at her. "Right from the start," he added, just to annoy his former roommate.
If that were even possible.
"I don't know..." M'ta drawled, settling into one of the chairs not far from where R'wign now stood, flailing around like some little weyrbrat caught sneaking batter out of the bowl. "Some people might thank us for allowing the dragonhealer her fun." Which people, M'ta would be hardpressed to say. Maybe Sel'n? He just wanted to see how twitchy R'wign could get. That wasn't evil, was it? M'ta pointedly glared at Danar, though the expression had a distinct absence of its usual threat of violence. The candidate had best be putting down those chairs! "What will you give us to bail you out?" M'ta questioned, glancing back at R'wign with a sly grin.
The smaller of the browns let out a little grunt as Checkoth flopped against him, but his croon only grew louder. Hatchlings make Yours silly? Would they make Mine silly? We must get hatchlings for Ours! Do you know where they sell them? Mine says that people sell lots of things for the weird, ugly shinies. His excitement tapered off when Checkoth reminded him that he was late. M'taMine was being slow. I told him we were late, but he didn't move until he found out she was here. I am sorry, Checkbrother! Please do not be mad!
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Post by glamourie on Mar 22, 2009 23:19:32 GMT -5
Ellie cocked her head and regarded Zesa seriously as the other gold addressed her. Flipping a wing, she looked at R’wign before twittering something very quietly. Then she bounced from shoulder to shoulder. She liked this hatchling, she did, especially when Hers was being silly and moving around a lot. It was hard to perch on him when he fussed and moved, she always worried she’d fall, and this hatchling did not have a clutch mother to fuss over her, did she? So obviously, someone had to! But really, her main reason was that Hers was being silly, jumping around, and he kept climbing under things and it was just - just uncomfortable. She didn’t want to be a gold splatter, you see, and Hers did not seem to realize that she was there most of the time. Ellie fluted uncomfortably and squirmed, until she was hidden in Kalerary’s hair. The movement was obviously shy; being at the center of the older queen’s attention made her uncomfortable, it did.
The gold peered out from the dark brown strands to watch Roxie. The older fire lizard, disgruntled, climbed back into an upright position and ruffled her wings. Then she trilled loudly, as though to announce to the entire infirmary that she was just fine, thanks (because they surely cared). Her wings flared and she took to the air, soaring in a circle once before slamming into R’wign’s shoulder. Only her claws and a well-practiced grasp kept her from hitting the ground in that one movement. R’wign pulled her onto his shoulder properly and patted the little green’s head with undeniable affection. Of his fire lizards, she was the oldest, and thus he was protective of her… even if she was obnoxious.
The brown weyrlingrider sniffed indignantly at Meira and M’ta both, a slender eyebrow raising, as Kalerary turned to address Danar again. “Y-yes,” she stammered softly, edging still closer to Meira. If she got any more close, she’d be hiding behind the girl’s legs. “I mean - I do. Yes. Thank you.” She had no clue what to say to him, really. Men made Kalerary uncomfortable in general, and he was - well, he wasn’t someone she knew. Neither was the brown boy, though R’wign seemed okay with him. It usually took a lot for Kalerary to be comfortable with older men -- the only exception was the healer himself, and that stemmed from the almost brotherly behavior between her father and him. For her papa to like anyone was a miracle in itself, she was quickly realizing, and she was willing to give them a chance if he did. She’d deduced that Ka’rys, for better or worse, was rather like R’wign’s Roxie: All huff and fuss, and prone to tantrums when he had to be around anything the same gender as him. The comparison had amused her father endlessly, but she was sure it was true.
“All along, really?” R’wign inquired, no small amount of amusement in his voice. He turned to Danar shamelessly and said, “You should’ve danced with me. Surely you’re a better dancer than M’ta over here. He makes quite the poor boyfriend, I’m afraid. Always insulting me. You see? Even you’re nicer to me. He just wants to sit and flirt with the wherhandler.” It was very clear where R’wign was going with that statement as he moved to grab two of the chairs and swing them back into their proper places next to the cot. “In fact, his Behruth has just informed Checkoth that he all but ran over here to see you, Meira. I didn’t know you two were seeing one another but that explains so much. Here I was trying to win him over and you, little lady, have already stolen his heart. And how can I compete? You’re beautiful, I’m plain. Forgive me. I never meant harm.” He turned back to M’ta and put on an exaggerated frown. “You led me on, you scum. You should’ve told me you had a woman. I would’ve backed off. Clearly you’re not worthy of a beauty such as her! You deserve - you deserve - You deserve no better than Marra.” His own girlfriend? Yes, R’wign would peddle her if it would get him a comical reaction. He wasn’t above it. His scowl remained on his face as he turned to Danar. “Am I right? I’m right, tell him I’m right.”
Kalerary blinked twice at R’wign, then actually did move to hide behind Meira’s legs. Her arms wrapped around the older girl’s knees and she whispered for only her to hear, “I don’t know why he does this, I don’t know him, please let me go home with you.” It was very clear she was embarrassed by her words, but the pink tinge to her cheeks drove the point home. How could R’wign humiliate her so?
It does not take much to make mine act silly, Checkoth admitted with no small amount of happiness. He likes making people laugh, making them smile -- he thinks if he acts silly, or dumb, they won’t expect anything from him. I don’t understand why he has to act that way because he is the smartest two-legged ever, but he thinks it’s better. He does things no one else will do because he doesn’t care. Eying the ground in front of him, Checkoth crooned again. Then he sprung back to his feet. R’wignmine is amused that Yours rushed for the girl. But! Let’s go. Let’s go, I saw a bug, let’s catch it. They’re good luck, they are. Come on, Ruthclutchbrother! And then Checkoth dashed off ahead, not waiting for the other brown. He’d have to keep up if he hoped to catch the shiny flying bug!
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Post by Avu on Mar 23, 2009 11:02:55 GMT -5
Fortunately for Ellie, Zesa wasn't much interested in her past that one brief curiosity -- not when she had her brown here. She did croon politely at the younger gold, her eyes still rather bewildered. Why didn't she just...make Hers stop? He should stop, if Ellie was afraid of...being a gold splatter. Right? That would be the nice thing to do, it would. The queen, however, didn't press the point; Jabari was here and he was her brown, and he was so nice. Zesa fluted quietly as he twined his tail around hers, curling her own tailtip gently to press it more tightly against the brown's as he settled down onto his stomach. His attention made her want to squirm with delight; Zesa settled for wriggling closer to Jabari, leaning her head against his shoulder lightly as she crooned in response to his query. She'd been very well, except she'd missed him. Where had he been?!
Meira couldn't help the quick flash of a smile that flickered across her face as M'ta added onto her statement about Danar's presence. The Candidate himself didn't seem...at all bothered by the fact that R'wign had been more or less panicking over his being there. He just looked...kind of confused, in Meira's opinion. It did register upon the wherhandler that he was speaking to Kalerary, and Kalerary did not seem at all outgoing -- was she frightened? Of Danar? The Candidate was male, yes, but...actually frightening, he wasn't, she didn't think. Nonetheless, since the Weyrbrat was so close to her -- and edging closer still -- Meira slipped her arm reassuringly around the girl's shoulders -- carefully! No need to disturb Ellie -- staring (rather pointedly) at Danar. Couldn't he tell that he was making Kalerary nervous? Overprotective, was she? Possibly. But she couldn't help it; not when Kalerary was so obviously nervous...Oh, maybe the Candidate was trying, but he wasn't doing a very good job, was he?
Nevertheless, she couldn't repress the snort of amusement as Danar moved to grab two of the chairs...and then stopped, apparently bewildered as to where they went, and M'ta started trying to strike a bargain with the Journeyman Healer. Nice and friendly, he was, wasn't he? She really doubted R'wign was that desperate...unless of course he wanted to strike a bargain, for whatever reason. Kalierre wasn't back yet, and for all he knew, they might have plenty of time to get everything put back in its place. Of course, Kalierre...was rarely out of the Infirmary for very long, but something might have come up. Meira wrinkled her nose slightly as R'wign turned to Danar, utterly and completely shameless in his lovely purple skirt as he addressed the Candidate. Struggling to stifle the chuckles that wanted so badly to escape, Meira settled back against the bed, watching the weyrlingrider --
-- what?
Wait. Where had she come into this? The initial shock of the idea dissolved into an amused, indulgent grin rapidly enough, though, and Meira shrugged one shoulder helplessly whenever R'wign's attention turned to her. And -- again. Where did R'wign come up with this? No better than Marra indeed -- his girlfriend, wasn't she? How could he be so mean to his own girlfriend, playing or not? Meira stifled the laughter that threatened at his expression, watching in silence as the weyrlingrider spun on Danar, demanding of him -- confirmation about what he evidently assumed as obvious to the Candidate. Since, by R'wign's reaction at seeing him, they had no idea who the other was, he was probably utterly bewildered as to what the Healer in the purple skirt wanted of him. He'd probably assume R'wign was...completely crazy, he would. And Meira...did not blame him. Not in the least.
Kalerary slipping her arms around Meira's legs, however, distracted the Wherhandler, and she couldn't help the smile that flickered across her face at the little girl's words. Her arm still around the girl's shoulder, she shook her head playfully at R'wign. "Of course," she responded to Kalerary, her voice a stage whisper, "If anyone else comes in, you can say you've never seen him before in your life. I'll back you up, I promise. You can say you were visiting with Ellie, and not him. How's that?" She honestly found it...extremely funny, how R'wign exaggerated everything until it was twisted beyond comprehension. If M'ta had come to see her, well -- it was nice, to know that he'd missed her too. Trust R'wign to somehow manage to twist that into a love relationship.
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Post by Rei on Mar 30, 2009 11:10:28 GMT -5
Danar just blankly stared for a moment letting a few bits of information filter in. This was all just too weird. Had he stumbled in on some alternate reality? Maybe the lad in the skirt really was crazy. M’ta’s glare had the lad frowning and he set the chairs down again in confusion. The candidate opened his mouth to ask what in Faranth’s name a crazy person could give them. However his comment never got voiced as R’wign completely captured his attention for the moment.
“Dance with you?” Danar stared incredulously at the other lad as he continued to go on and on about wherhandlers, dragons, and someone named Marra. When R’wign asked for an affirmative he dumbly let his head nod. What in Faranth’s name was going on here? Anyone with eyes could see that the boy was wholly confused and really who could blame him? It’s not everyday you witnessed a brown weyrling jumping around in a skirt blathering, what the candidate took as, nonsense.
Hero on the other hand was much amused at the whole situation and he fluted happily to Roxie. He was glad she was ok he was. Would she like to sit next to him? He would not mind sharing space with such a pretty green. The bronze uncurled his tail from his bonded’s throat and let his eyes revert back to their customary blue green. His was confused that hers was acting so strangely. Did hers often act so silly?
If Danar had seen Meira’s glare it was not evident. Kalerary had been almost forgotten in all the chaos. After all he had only spoken to her to be polite and it did not occur the candidate that she might fear him. To but it bluntly Danar was not good with subtleties. No, one had to practically shove the fact into his face to get him to understand it. Turning to Meira he motioned to R’wign. “Is he insane? Did you guys drug him or something?” Subtly? Thy name is not Danar.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 31, 2009 15:13:36 GMT -5
Where had he been? Jabari ducked his head under a forelimb and peered at Zesa sheepishly. His wingless pet was always getting into trouble he was, and Jabari had to protect him! From the little humanpets that ran around and jumped on his humanpet and tugged at him, yes. He was oh so sorry that he had not been to see the loveliest of Selenitas's golds. Would she forgive him? Oh, he hoped so! He peeked from beneath the leg to see how she'd respond.
M'ta stared at R'wign incredulously for a few moments. Then he shook his head with a wry chuckle. Typical R'wign. A true blue drama queen. "When I asked what you'd give us, I didn't mean more drivel, darling," the brownweyrling commented dryly. If his tone was just a bit too tight, he didn't notice. "You are, of course, very right. Though not completely. Even Marra is too good for me." There was some sort of implication there, but it was hidden well enough that even he wasn't sure where he'd been going with it. M'ta left off whatever direction his mind had been taking him and whirled suddenly upon the candidate there. Big, but he looked decidedly stupid blinking dumbly like that, and after Z'hin and R'wign, M'ta might even call Danar small.
At any rate, Meira's expression was almost fierce, and the little girl edging away from Danar made the reason for it instantly clear to the brownweyrling. He let the chair clatter forward as he stood, bounding over to Danar. "Oh no, I assure you. This is R'wign without his medication. They've been restraining him in another room for the past sevenday, the poor thing." M'ta leaned in close and added in a stage whisper, "He sees ghosts and dances with the little people who live in the trees. Just humor him. Unless you want to help me get him back into his cot so the healers can get him sedated. I'm sure they'll thank you."
Lying through his teeth? Definitely. If it got Danar away from Kale, who looked rather like she wanted to bolt, and managed to cause R'wign trouble at the same time, M'ta was happy with it. He shot a calculating grin at his former roommate. Between the two of them, it was entirely possible that they could wrestle R'wign into a cot and leave him there. Just so long as Danar believed him. There was always a catch, wasn't there?
Behruth listened to Checkoth curiously. Why would a humany want to act stupid? He asked M'taMine, but His simply said that some humanies were silly. That wasn't too helpful. Still wondering about that, Checkoth's sudden departure surprised him. Ruth blinked a couple of times, scrambling to his feet in alarm. Checkbr- Oh! Little shiny bugs! He loved little shiny bugs, but they were very, very fast! I'll go right. If you go the other way, maybe we can catch it better!
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Post by glamourie on Apr 2, 2009 12:37:34 GMT -5
The arm around her shoulders reassured her considerably and Kalerary wrapped her arms around Meira’s waist, holding onto the girl as if she’d known her all her life. It didn’t occur to the weyrbrat that her behavior was odd in any way, or that some people did not like being touched. Of the people there, Meira was the only other female -- that made her the most safe by default in the seven-turn-old’s eyes. Her usual preference would have been to R’wign who was familiar, but he was behaving strangely. It made her nervous. Shifting her weight, the little girl glanced toward the three males. None of them seemed to be paying her much attention anymore, though, and the wave of relief she felt was almost staggering. They were scary, they were. R’wign, not so much, because he was close to her papa… but as a rule, Kalerary feared all men. Only on rare occasions was she okay with them. She chewed her bottom lip and brought one hand up to gnaw nervously on her nails, until Meira spoke to her. Then she looked back up at the wherhandler, tilting her chin up to accentuate her focus.
“Okay,” she agreed and allowed herself an anxious smile. “I like Ellie…” Ellie chirruped at her approvingly; apparently she very much liked being liked. The little fire lizard adored children, and she’d decided this one was hers. No one else had claimed her, so she felt that was just fine to do, and Hers hadn’t argued (not that R’wign was capable of arguing with Ellie; the gold could do no wrong in his eyes).
R’wign frowned - or rather, shamelessly pouted - at Meira. No response? What a pity. Fortunately, M’ta and the other boy more than made up for her lack of reply. Insane, was he? R’wign smirked as he moved about, putting the chairs back in their places. He was surprisingly quick with reassembling the Infirmary, which was clear indication that he’d done so on many occasions before. He was very good at covering his tracks. Or maybe R’wign simply memorized the layout of the Infirmary from spending so much time there. (It could be argued that he practically lived there, considering that he was always volunteering to cover extra shifts. Of late, R’wign slept two or three hours at a time maximum.) Once he had all the chairs put away (which took some effort), R’wign moved over to stand next to M’ta, listening as the other boy spoke. He waited patiently, without interruption; he was polite in that respect. However, it was sorely tempting to comment on M’ta thinking he didn’t deserve anyone. Yes, R’wign caught that, and he was good enough at reading people to know there was something wrong. He was also smart enough not to comment in front of strangers… or at all.
“You’re looking handsome today,” R’wign said to no one in particular, trying to play up what M’ta claimed. He walked over to one of the walls and put his hands behind his back before leaning over. “What do you mean your skirt? It’s my skirt, I tell you, I had it made for me. You’re lying. No! NO YOU CAN’T HAVE IT!” Grabbing the hem of his skirt, R’wign jumped back a few steps and stared with wide-eyes at the wall. “How dare you say that to me? I didn’t like you anyway. APPRENTICE! APPRENTICE! Remove this gentleman at once! No - No, you can’t stay. Apologizing now is pointless, I see right through you, I want you out of my infirmary! My butt looks absolutely ravishing in this skirt and I will not stand for any of your - your - YOUR SHENANIGANS!” Throwing his arms up as though in defeat, R’wign turned on his heel and stalked to the other side of the infirmary, arms folding over his chest. He exaggeratedly tapped his foot, glancing over his shoulder at the wall a few times, before looking away quickly in hopes that no one would notice. “I’m waaaaaaaiting…”
Checkoth crooned approvingly to Behruth’s idea and stampeded to the left side of the Infirmary. His wings folded tightly at his sides to make his running faster, but the awkward bunny-hop of his movements was probably hilarious to behold. His tails flopped along the ground as he went and he dashed after what appeared to be little more than a speck of silver glinting ahead. I see it, Ruthbrother! I see it! It’s here! We must get it! I’ll get -- As he was speaking, he launched forward and completely missed the bug, smacking face first into the dirt. Sand kicked up around him as he collided head first with the terrain beneath him. -- it… Ow…
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Post by Avu on Apr 2, 2009 16:32:27 GMT -5
Jabari's reaction to her made Zesa blink, eyes whirling rapidly in surprise. Was he...was he ashamed, that he hadn't been to see her? Oh, but that wasn't right. He oughtn't be. After all, Hispet was obviously more important to him than any other. She crooned reassuringly, dropping her head down to duck around his foreleg and touch the brown's neck with her muzzle, her tongue flickering out again to touch his neck. She didn't mind, honestly she didn't. He was here now, wasn't he? And it was so nice of him to have come, and she was pleased to see him, she was. He didn't need to hide from her!
Nice. The Candidate hadn't so much as glanced in her direction, and had therefore had entirely missed the very pointed warning stare. At any rate, Meira didn't consider him much of a threat. He was just standing there, blinking and looking as if he'd never seen another person in his life before. The repetition of R'wign's words from the Candidate drew a slightly wry grin from Meira. Clearly this Candidate was not at all familiar with the...eccentric...Journeyman Healer. Odd, considering he must've spent a few sevendays hovering around his girlfriend when she'd been stuck there after the Hatching. Honestly? He looked utterly bewildered, and a very accurate label would probably be stupid. Not very threatening, he wasn't. Nevertheless, Meira kept her arm reassuringly about Kalerary's shoulders, almost possessively. She liked the Weyrbrats -- as long as they weren't babies; she didn't like them -- and Kalerary was clearly sweet. And nervous.
M'ta's comment -- the self-deprecatory statement that he deserved no better than Marra -- made her eyebrow rise, and had Meira not been loathe to leave Kalerary, she would have said something. Marra...had she ever met the Harper? Not in memory, though she clearly did not have a favorable reputation. Nevertheless, she shook her head slightly at M'ta. He...was just joking, wasn't he? Why wouldn't he deserve someone? Everyone deserved somebody, even if they were foolish brutes: There was always someone willing to put up with them, wasn't there? And in any case, M'ta was neither a brute nor foolish. Meira settled for clicking her tongue slightly. The sound was...noncommital, though it made it clear she had caught it.
Kalerary distracted her, though, and she glanced down at the little girl, only then aware that the Weyrbrat had wrapped her arms around her waist. Almost absently squeezing Kalerary's shoulder lightly, reassuringly, Meira nodded, glancing absently at Ellie, who was positively doting on the girl. Zesa had never been like that, had she? Her queen didn't...actively dislike children, but neither did she dote on them as Ellie was, not even her own hatchlings. "She is sweet," the wherhandler agreed, and then added, "And don't worry -- if R'wign gets much stranger, we could always drug him to sleep with fellis." Her wink made it clear that she was only joking; R'wign was amusing and these days -- which had fallen into a rather monotonous schedule that never seemed to change -- something as amusing as the brownweyrling seemed all to rare. Meira didn't want to fellis-dope him to sleep. People typically weren't very amusing when they were in a fellis-induced sleep.
As M'ta proceeded to try to pass R'wign off as...crazy, Meira bit her lip hard to stifle the laugh, her free hand -- the one attached to the arm not draped around Kalerary's shoulders -- raising so that she could cover the smile that was impossible to resist inconspicuously by pulling her hair out from behind her ear and tilting her head forward slightly so that the dark curtain of it swung forward to conceal her face. The Candidate didn't look...too bright, so he'd probably believe M'ta, too. And she trusted that R'wign wouldn't really mind being tied to a cot and restrained, so she felt absolutely no guilt about adding seriously as M'ta finished, "Oh, yes -- I'd do it myself, but he's too strong. But if you're willing to help, I'm sure he won't hurt you. He doesn't harm other people -- we keep him restrained so he won't hurt himself."
Which, combined with R'wign's exceptional performance, was credible enough. Or would have been, had Meira not, at the sight of the Healer conversing with a wall, promptly ducked her head slightly forward again -- it looked as if she was staring at the ground, or at Kalerary, the latter of which she hoped would be what Danar believed -- to make sure her hair blocked out the grin that spread across her face. Quite obviously he didn't mind being possibly wrestled to the ground and dragged and restrained in a cot. Controlling herself with an effort, the Healer swept her hair back, glancing solemnly at Danar. "...see what we mean?"
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Post by Rei on Apr 4, 2009 23:50:51 GMT -5
When M’ta leaned towards him and began speaking Danar focused on the lad for a moment and Hero leaned over to give the boy a sniff. “Really you want me to help you get him back to his cot?” The candidate’s voice was skeptical, not because he didn’t believe M’ta, but because if he was so dangerous shouldn’t their be a healer with him at all times? Danar had just got it into his mind to ask that question, when R’wign started conversing. With a wall no less. Hero cocked his head and winged over to the lad. He made a loop around him and chirped to Roxie. Was hers always this way?
Meira’s affirmative to the situation caused Danar to nod. “Alright I’ll help you. If you and I get him on the cot can Meira drug him?” The question in Danar’s mind sounded like a good one. Hero landed on a nearby cot and surveyed the situation carefully. He rustled his wings. Something bothered him. Maybe he should just try and get his to leave. The flitter gave a high flute but for now stayed where he was. If he needed to protect his pet he would.
“So how do you want to do this? If he fights back we might have a bit of a problem on our hands. Maybe we should try to bind his arms someway first.” Danar was in full planning mode. R’wign didn’t seem like he was in danger of hurting himself right in this instant so they had time to plan. Had the candidate remembered the healer he would have no doubt disbelieved the two, but as it was he had never met R’wign in person. (His visits to Pasine had mostly been at night. Therefore he remembered Meira and Jermayan the most)
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