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Post by Administrator on Sept 1, 2007 22:20:25 GMT -5
((Post an introductory post to be Searched by E'ri.))
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Post by thialyn on Sept 16, 2007 17:54:59 GMT -5
The trail had been a long and boring one, not helped by the placid runner he led and the downright dull one he rode. Shells, even her coat was dull and no amount of currying had shined it. The other runner was a different story. Taren had spent an hour preparing him for transport, currying him, brushing him, even polishing his hooves. He was oddly placid for a stallion. Perhaps that's why he was to be a gift for the MasterHarper. Perfect for leasurely rides or to teach a youngin how to ride. Taren shrugged mentally. Either way, it didn't really matter to him. Though he would hate to see the fine beast go. His lustrious white coat was a rarity from their stock, and a fine animal to boot. He would have made a great stud. The gates to the Hall came in veiw and Taren kicked his mare into a trot, the stallion behind him following easily. The gates parted for him after the usual--and very boring--checking of papers ensued. He dismounted as soon as he reached the stables, tying his mare to a post before taking the stallion's lead. Now where was that MasterHerder?
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Post by Administrator on Sept 18, 2007 7:14:46 GMT -5
Taking the day to go on Search, E'ri nevertheless found his mind wandering. Mal was getting bigger and bigger, reminding him of what would soon be joining them- the responsibility he now bore. At some times, he found it difficult to believe that he had helped create something with Mal- a testament of their love. Thinking of it, E'ri smiled. Would the babe inherit his love of music? Perhaps the babe would grow to be a dragonrider, or maybe a harper.
I sense a candidate, Bazeth stated suddenly, breaking E'ri's reverie. The pale man blinked, and nodded. He had almost forgotte that they were Flying over Pern in Search for candidates- he had somehow just imagined that this was a joyride, even though he knew it was for Search. He gave the signal to land, curious to see whose lucky day it was today.
He looked around down at the ground, not seeing too much activity. He frowned. It was almost a sleepy day today- it made him kind of want to just go back to the Weyr and relax himself, but he had other things right now. "I come on Search!" he announced, his normally quiet voice packed with power. Hopefully, whoever it was wasn't going to object, even though they'd have every reason to. Amending his statement, he added, "Selenitas comes on Search."
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Post by thialyn on Sept 18, 2007 17:35:29 GMT -5
Taren hurried out of the stable, curious to the voice he had heard. Finally, the stallion was stabled, in the process of being groomed, and checked off by the Herdmaster of the Hall. The man was picky, that was for sure. But other concerns ran through his mind as he spotted the dragon.
His first thought was to calm his snorting runner, running a gentle hand across her neck and face. Her skin was trembling and he could see the whites of her eyes. But his touch and presence calmed her enough to at least stand still, even if she was still shivering.
His second thought was why a rider would come from Selenitas, to the Hall in Search of Candidates. Did they not have enough in their own territories? He supposed not. But then it hit him. He could become a rider. The dream was instantly rekindled at the sight of the gleaming dragon and his rider sitting astride him. The dream long dead was renewed. Could he do it? Could he leave his family, his life? Was it worth it?
Striding forward, Taren came as close as he dared to the dragon and looked up, shading the sun with his hand. "Selenitas, eh?" he began. "There is a clutch on the Sands then?"
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Post by Administrator on Sept 22, 2007 12:21:17 GMT -5
E'ri blinked slowly upon being addressed by someone. "What?" he asked in his soft tenor voice, as if he were startled that someone was asking him a question. His mind had been wandering again. "Oh, yes," he replied absently. "Fath's clutch of fourteen, including a queen egg. Shmee wants us to get all the candidates we can find. So she sent all the Searchriders off," he added, his mind drifting once more.
He would rather not be Searchriding at the moment. He wanted to be with Mal, who had such unpredictable moods lately. He hoped that she wasn't offended with his need to be out all day. Though, knowing her mood-swings, she would be, he thought with private amusement. Bazeth, too, rumbled, knowing that His had been the brunt of Mal's irritation lately.
Worry later. Actually... the blue paused, and leaned forward to sniff Taren. Actually, we have found what were are looking for, Bazeth stated, pleased. Blinking in slow surprise yet again, E'ri looked back down at the boy.
"Quick Search today," he said softly. "Boy, would you like the chance to Stand as a candidate at Selenitas?"
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Post by thialyn on Sept 23, 2007 11:27:47 GMT -5
Did he really offer that? To actually stand on the Sands? Given the possiblity of Impressing? Taren wasted no time in his reply, even though his mind buzzed with possible implications. The blue head so close did not bother him now, not with his dream so close to realization.
"If you're willing to ferry me back, I'd be honored to Stand." Taren looked around, remembering the runner he'd left tethered. "Hang on," he said quickly before running over to the mare. He quickly stabled her, not even bothering to tell the herdmaster, simply leaving a note to notify his father of the runner stabled at the Hall. He grabbed the small pack from her saddlebag and left her to be groomed by an apprentice. Slinging it over his shoulder he walked out, signiture grin on his face and a bounce in his step.
"Can I ask your name, rider?" he asked as he stood next to the dragon, looking up at the bluerider. Nothing could dampen his spirits now.
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Post by Administrator on Sept 23, 2007 21:25:31 GMT -5
E'ri chuckled. "Of course I am. That's part of my job description, I believe," he told the boy drolly. "Unless, of course, you'd rather walk. But you might miss the hatching if you do so," he warned with mild amusement. Bazeth rumbled, finding it quite funny that E'ri was in such good spirits. Probably because he would be arriving back at the Weyr soon to be with Mal.
The bluerider nodded, waiting patiently for the boy to come back. He was grateful for the break- he liked to think to himself sometimes. Whether it was Mal and her pregnancy or possible compositions, his mind was a favored hideaway from the rest of the world. Tapping out a random rhythm on his thigh, he tried thinking of what kind of melody he wanted. A pensive, minor tune, or a bright major chord to start him off? So many options...
However, the boy was soon back. Smiling at him, he replied, "My name's E'ri, and this is Bazeth." He gestured up to the dragon, who grunted with pride. Raising a dark eyebrow, he added, "And yours?"
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Post by thialyn on Sept 23, 2007 22:21:57 GMT -5
"A pleasure to meet you both," Taren said with a small bow, grinning widely. "I am Taren, and yes, I would prefer a ride to walking." He was in high spirits, higher than usual. He made a note to send his family a letter when he arrived at the Weyr, letting them know what had happened. Knowing his father, he'd be unhappy and knowing his mother, she'd be tearful. His sister was another story. Older than Taren by scant minutes, she always encouraged him to follow his dreams, and he repaid her by teaching her about runners and knife-fighting to defend herself. Afterall, when Taren was Searched, she would say, she would have to protect herself.
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Post by Administrator on Sept 25, 2007 19:57:13 GMT -5
E'ri smiled in his quiet way as Taren introduced himself. "You have everything you need, right?" he asked doubtfully, trying to see if he had any hidden bundles on himself. Bazeth rumbled, already lowering a foreleg in preparation to be mounted by his rider and Selenitas' newest candidate. He suppressed a quick yawn that had threatened to emerged, relieved that he had gotten the candidate of the day. He could just go back to his weyr after this.
"So, you do know about our Weyr, correct?" he asked politely. There were actually some people who didn't know about his home Weyr's interesting setup or curious Weyrwoman. He paused, then smiled. "You may have to get used to the idea that these runners are going to be replaced by boats upon arrival- you know how to use them, correct? If not, we can provide you with lessons and soon you'll be right up to speed," he reassured the boy cheerfully.
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Post by thialyn on Sept 25, 2007 20:20:10 GMT -5
Taren shrugged his light sack higher on his shoulder, still grinning. The fact that he couldn't swim a stroke didn't bother him, nor the prospect of boats. Or the fact he knew almost nothing of Selenitas besides the fact that it was new.
"Don't really know how to use a boat," he said, not scared at all. How hard could it be. "Willin' to learn though. And yes, this here sack is all I need."
((bleh post))
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