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Post by margexx on Jul 23, 2008 21:52:52 GMT -5
J'fer blinked as a woman stepped between them, sighing softly as he recognized her as Selenitas' Dragonhealer and a fellow greenrider. At her words, he did sheathe his knife, glancing down to it as if he had just noticed that he had it out. "I do apologize Dragonhealer, wingerleader or not, he was being a rude wherry. I didn't mean to interrupt your gather." The greenrider stated polietely, forcing a small smile before he shot a nasty glare at A'noan.
Meanwhile, Confuzled had spied Ophelie from his place on J'fer's shoulder and with a soft chirp of curiousity, he took wing and made his way over to land near the pretty green. Again the light blue f'lizard gave a soft chirp, this time as he tilted his head and shuffled an inch closer to the other. What was she doing all alone?
Ranth again rustled her wings, Well Mine is still very angry at Yours. I doubt he will ever like Yours either. Mine has few friends as well, but that is because he normally avoids most folk.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 23, 2008 23:38:40 GMT -5
The woman's hackles rose, her eyes narrowing as the all-too-familiar tone graced her ears. It had been turns since anyone had laid on the patronizing so thick when speaking to her. Even at Benden, most had known better. That might have more to do with her penchant of always being attached to one powerful bronzerider or another, where an insult to the possessor's property might have nasty repercussions, but the fact remained that she did not appreciate it. She'd likely never make Master Dragonhealer for the simple reason that women rarely advanced that far, but she effectively operated as the head of dragonhealing for the southern continent right now. If they wanted to argue rank, they could go there. But Kalierre wasn't one to pull that crap. Especially not when there were other ways to go about it.
Nor was she afraid of A'noan. She could think of about five ways to kill him in less than five seconds, all before he had a chance to so much as utter a sound. What was there to fear? Men more frightening than he had met their death at the healer's hands. Men more violent had been granted life by those same fingers. A brow merely raised mildly, but she did not acknowledge the bronzerider at first. Let him wallow in his own self-importance for a couple of seconds. Nodding to the greenrider who was roughly her own age, she added, "I see what you mean. Just the same, he's not worth the knicks he'd make in your blade." She smiled gently at J'fer. No, he shouldn't have drawn knife, but he was backing down, and that was the important part. "I'd rather not have him in my infirmary, either. I'm sure you can fathom why. Enjoy yourself today. I hope you are able to locate some better company."
Then, as if there was no possible way A'noan could have heard the conversation going on right in front of him, the woman turned her dark gaze upon the taller man. Completely unintimidated, she affected what might have seemed like a vacuous smile had there not been a certain stony gleam to her gaze. "It's Kalierre," she returned brightly. Then, just in case his poor, elderly mind couldn't process so many syllables at once, she repeated, slower, "Kahl-lee-AIR-ae." That bright shallowness continued to pervade her tone as she cocked her head to one side, eyes widening. "Oh, I utterly forgot myself, sir! Poor thing. Here I am scolding you, and you probably were just looking for someone to aid you across the Gather. It must be ever so taxing with those weak, trembling legs. For my part, I do hope someone kills me before I become so decrepit. Well, no need to be grumpy. Big boys should know better than to be frumpy faces."
Patronizing git. Two people could play that game. Oh, she could emasculate a man with ease if she so desired. It often generated hatred, but they quickly learned not to cross words with her, especially in public. Nor did the dragonhealer feel an ounce of remorse. Time to make her threat clear. Apparently the deadglow had no idea just how much power this 'little girl' had. She would have taken his hand under normal circumstances, but she didn't want his sweaty, greasy palm touching hers, even if that would have made the act that much more aggravating. "Do be sure to tell me if you have need of a more permanent arrangement, darling. I'll certainly send you an apprentice - or perhaps a journeyman - to make your life a little easier. They listen to me, you know. Can't imagine why. Do be sure to tell me, though," she repeated, the steel behind her gaze finally betraying her. She let the ridiculous stereotypical mask fall.
"My infirmary treats who I tell them to treat." No doubt what she meant there, though the words were soft enough to be barely audible.
Phremath wriggled uncertainly. Hers was annoyed. The young green was not far from Ciceroth, in truth, though for an entirely different reason. There was a thermal directly near her that she could use if she needed to. Her wings fluttered nervously as the bronze spoke to her, though. He'd never spoken to her before, and she felt strange talking to the higher heirarchy of dragons if she didn't really know them. Still, that had never stopped her before... Not really, Ciceroth, she returned demurely. KaliMine just noticed that Ranth's had pulled a knife, and she didn't want to have to stuff the guts back into Ermieth's. Clearly, that was Kali's choice of wording. She thinks it has something to do with something Ermieth's said. He's really very arrogant, from what she's seen.
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Post by glamourie on Jul 25, 2008 23:16:20 GMT -5
It was... ridiculous. Was he looking at three grown riders, or a bunch of weyrbrats? Kalierre had started out good -- but the repetitive insults to A'noan, though undeniably deserved, did not speak of her maturity in any way. In his opinion, she would have been better off simply refusing to treat him. Far more efficient, logical, and he doubted anyone would blame her. Though he found the jokes she made about the other bronzerider's age entertaining, there was simply no real justification for acting inappropriately as they were. All. Three. Of. Them. Was A'noan offering that look to him? Did he expect some kind of unified bronzerider support? Hardly. Ka'rys was a creature of logic, pure and simple, and no one could deny the one simple fact that greenriders were invaluable in the skies. Their smaller size and agility made them among the best threadfighters and without them, the amount of injuries to the bigger dragons would be devastating. To assume otherwise was more than arrogance - it was blatant ignorance. Ignorance unbefitting of a Wingleader. Ka'rys secretly wondered how anyone could work with A'noan at all. He didn't say it.
What he did say was soft, but nonetheless firm, "Am I looking at grown ups or Weyrbrats?" His eyebrows raised and he turned to A'noan. "A'noan of Ermieth, is there a reason you're insulting Selenitas's only Dragonhealer? Think carefully: if Ermieth gets hurt, this is the woman who you will be trusting to save his life." His gaze turned back to Kalierre. He'd never seen her react with such... zeal. Some part of him was amused. Most of him was just exasperated, though. Being the creature of logic he was, he was more likely to just... do something vindictive in a subtle manner than explode with words. Ka'rys wasn't verbose very often; it was... not one of his strong points. "Dragonhealer, as understandable as your frustration doubtlessly is, do not forget that A'noan is a Wingleader and merits respect - and that you are the Weyr's only dragonhealer." He paused for a brief moment, wondering if Kalierre would pick up the implication. Not his problem if she didn't. "You are an example as much as he is. The Weyr follows the examples of its leaders -- you shouldn't be fighting so publicly."
And what about the other greenrider? Turning to him, Ka'rys frowned, his arms folding over his lower stomach. "Never, ever draw a knife unless you fully intend to use it, and don't hesitate. Threats are pointless, they destroy the element of surprise. If you're not going to use it, keep your blade in its sheath." Was he being inappropriate, in saying that? Surely it was not the response that was expected, but... Ka'rys was northern-born. He hated to see waste. Waste of opportunity was among the worst. "No matter how insulted you feel you are or vindicated know this: you are addressing one of your Wingleaders, and to treat them with blatant disregard will not be tolerated." He didn't offer a punishment immediately though. In his opinion, both A'noan and J'fer deserved punishment... but that would be discussed after he found out whether or not Shmee was going to go rogue on him and not let him do anything. Again. He also didn't approve of public humiliation; he thought it destroyed morale. So, if they were punished, he'd prefer the decision be dealt to them in private, explained to them in private. There was a reason he wasn't lecturing them after all.
"Don't all of you have something better to be doing than fighting? This is a gather," he finished softly, as his gaze turned to the firelizard that flew over to his shoulder. His head tilted to the side and he stared, pointedly, at the creature. He was not fond of firelizards or salamandyrs. Not fond at all. The fact that he'd Impressed Ophelie was a miracle; he'd never wanted a little firelizard pet. She was a sweetheart though and made it hard to resent her. Other people's pets were another story. He stared. Ophelie lifted her head and turned to look at the blue that flew over to her. Her wings frilled daintily and she regarded him with interest, though she made not a sound. Her tail instead curled possessively around Ka'rys, eyes whirling inquisitively, as if to ask whether or not there was some way she could help the blue. Why as he on her person, perching there?
Few of them are not, Ciceroth replied before snorting. Thank you for your help. Not that it was much help but any answer was any answer. He could have asked Ranth or Ermieth, but since their riders were so distressed, Ciceroth was deciding to play it cool and not risk adding to it. So, instead, he literally rolled over and went back to basking. Unless the knife turned on Ka'rys, he wasn't needed, and there was little that couldn't be solved by a good nap.
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