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, 2007 23:54:19 GMT -5
He'd been mildly pleased to have surprised Rell. And she didn't seem particularly put out as she stated what he'd done. Good. That had, after all, been his only real concern, that Relliga wouldn't appreciate the change he'd made to his appearance. F'lan hadn't cut his hair since Fiona stopped cutting hers. It was about time to move away from that part of his life a little bit; Fiona wasn't here anymore, after all.
At her question, the bluerider merely shook his head. "Looks like we're going to be here awhile." Nodding toward the dais, it was apparent that the weyrleaders were settling in to eat. Which meant that the reason everyone had come to this thing in the first place was going to have to wait until they had finished. Or until the impulse possessed them to begin. How bothersome. He began to eat, himself, letting his eyes fall on Rell. She should let her hair down more often, he thought, tempted to play with it. But, oh, he was being good this evening. Now, tonight...
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He caught sight of Paryal. She, like Mutasim and himself, wasn't all dressed up, and she was waving at him, indicating he should come speak with her and that bronzerider. W'liam, wasn't it? Z'hin didn't have anything against bronzeriders. Really. It just needled him that she seemed to want to spend all her time with them. Mentally shrugging, the brownweyrling began working his way toward her, keeping his mind firmly on his progress and not on the fact that he was brushing so many people as he moved. Mutasim stuck close to his side.
His head came up as he felt the small candidate's hand tighten on his own. Covera and V'nus. Z'hin broke into a broad grin at the sight of the siblings. "Yes. I tried to find you earlier, but -" Then his eyes snagged on the knots she was wearing, a brow raising at the sight. "A candidate? That would explain why I couldn't find you. Guess it's hard not to catch a little dragon fever when you're in a weyr, eh?" His tone was light. He'd let go of Mutasim's hand. Briefly, he cast a glance at Paryal. They were only a few feet away, but he really was in no hurry to continue in her direction; Z'hin wasn't of the mind to be ignored by her again, and the prospect of enduring that within reach of Paryal was even less appealing.
Unnoticed by the brownweyrling, Mutasim was feeling very much abandoned at the moment. V'nus was tall. Sure, Z'hin could probably tear the tiny candidate to shreds with his bare hands, and was certainly of a frightening build, but he knew the older boy rather well. He didn't know this V'nus. Mutasim stared at the weyrling's hand with something that might be misinterpreted as disdain, though really it was just fearfulness. The boy didn't do well with touching men. Especially tall men. Ironic, really, that he'd come in holding Z'hin's hand, but what could he say? It was as it was. At the sound of his name, the brownweyrling glanced over and immediately noticed the problem. "Hi, V'nus," he replied cheerfully. "This is Mutasim. He's a bit shy, so don't mind him."
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Kali's smile had faded a little at Kaegan's greeting. She seemed a bit withdrawn. Then, almost inevitably, the girl mentioned her state of near exhaustion, and the dragonhealer merely chuckled. It had been mentioned countless times in the last several days. Heavens, she was falling asleep during the weyrling lessons! It wasn't so much that she was always busy, as that the timing was just spaced out enough to never give her any proper rest.
She waved Kaegan's concern aside. "Oh, it's beginning to work itself out, I think. Although I did fall asleep on Meri." Glancing at the Weyrlingmaster, she shook her head. "You're close to F'rah, aren't you? Wherever did he manage to pick up a woman like her? She had half the weyrling class snapping at her before the lesson was even over," Kalierre confided in the queenrider conspiratorially. The dragonhealer didn't happen to mention the fact that it was something Meri had said about her that had stirred things into an uproar. That would have been a bit unwise. "So, what have you been doing with yourself since I saw you last?"
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F'rah was handling it better than expected. Lauranna's grin broadened at the challenge he presented, but she was very, very good, as she didn't plan on doing anything as a further provocation just yet. Zephyr chirruped grumpily, as she clung to the brownrider's wrist with some stubborness. Only when he'd stopped trying to get her off did she flit back over to Laurie, curling herself about the greenrider's neck. Gonen, as usual, had chosen to stay with little Miguel. He certainly was protective of the greenrider's bairn. Almost as much as she was.
At the Weyrlingmaster's words, Lauranna smiled gracefully, playing the game as if she were born to it. "Why, I'd be delighted to attend the most dashing dragonrider Selenitas has to offer," she returned regally. The greenrider even managed to keep a straight face for a moment. Then the giggle broke free, and she patted F'rah's arm. "Oh, but honestly, friend, you're looking pretty good yourself. I trust the weyrlings aren't giving you too much work?"
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The bronzerider pulled a comically dismayed face at her comment, deliberately overexaggerating it. That certainly wouldn't be good. He had to have his toys! Or so the expression seemed to say. S'rei was just about to make some semi-witty - though mostly just corny - comment, when Shmee told him to sit down. The Weyrleader did as he was told immediately. Then he chuckled wryly. The word 'whipped' came to mind. Though, truthfully, he'd never really been the dominant force in a personal relationship, despite the fact that he seemed to fall into leadership positions fairly often.
"Hey," he murmured, prodding her lightly in the arm after taking a small sip of wine. "That smile is kinda scary. People will start thinking we're here for an execution." His tone was teasing, but the point was plain enough. Shmee seemed entirely too tightly wound. Sure, they had their problems, all of which needed to be addressed, but if she looked any more serious people would start thinking their Weyrwoman was worried. And that didn't do much for weyr morale.
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Post by covera on Nov 2, 2007 11:11:18 GMT -5
Rell’s heart sank for a short while at the prospect of maybe having to be here for a long time, but the corners of her mouth flew upwards again when she thought of eating. F’lan had already begun to eat, and what a better way to pass time than to eat? The greenrider who seemed to always be hungry, started to eat herself, forgetting everything around her. She forgot that she didn’t like formal events and she even forgot F’lan! The only thing on her mind for a while was food. And lots of it. Finally she remembered F’lan again and smiled sheepishly to him and decided to take a little break in eating.
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“Yeah well, it’s hard not to catch dragon fever when you have two firelizards and a weyrling for a brother,” Covera said and gestured to V’nus who was at the minute trying to win Mutasim over. V’nus sighed a long-suffering sigh. Sometimes he wished that he could be smaller. Well not sometimes, nearly always. While this boy seemed to be shy of everyone, V’nus didn’t doubt that his tall frame wasn’t helping, especially because Mutasim wasn’t really that tall. “Ah,” he said and smiled a slightly lopsided smile. “You have nothing to fear from me, Mutasim,” V’nus assured the boy and clapped the small boy’s shoulder lightly, or at least V’nus thought that it was lightly. However, when V’nus thought that he did something lightly, it almost always was not lightly. It was one of his faults that he didn’t know his strength.
While V’nus was doing everything to try to make Mutasim like him, Covera didn’t make any effort in trying to know this boy. His eyes were creeping her out, they were too deep and dark for Covera’s taste. “V’nus, stop harassing the boy, and please don’t pound the life out of him,” she said and rolled her eyes at her brother. “What do you mean?” V’nus asked innocently and Covera sighed. “Try to learn your strength V’nus, before you do, I would suggest to skip touching people,” Covera smiled at her rather big brother and put one arm around his waist.
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Post by missa on Nov 3, 2007 0:58:24 GMT -5
"Sitath?" Her bonded's name repeated in what could be surprise, as though she'd forgotten about the blue. Though more it was really a shock that he cared... "He's as well as can be expected, worried sick over Kmarath." The reply was given in an almost flippent manner, though her voice went slightly colder when she mentioned him being worried. Yes, her beautiful blue was worried, and so was she, all thanks to the arrogence of Bronze-Riders. Briefly, she looked away from him, her gaze roaming about the area, searching mostly for her Weyrmate.
"Sitath's as worried about Kmarath as I am for Robika." Ah, there she was, Zadari's features visibly softened whens he caught sight of her Weyrmate, taking a few steps towards her before turning back to N'call. Her eyes narrowed and the sweet tone was gone from her voice. "Oh and, N'call... If you ever come near my Weyrmate again, I'll make sure you regret it.." With that, she walked away, she didn't care if he responded, or if her words had even gotten through his thick skull, she just wanted to see if Robika was alright.
"Robika? Are you okay?" Voice was soft, tone caring, the exact opposite of what it had been when talking to the Bronze-Rider. Now as Zadari took a seat beside the Green-Rider, it was obvious she cared.
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Perhaps it was odd that Beka noticed anyone coming or going, since she was nervous enough. Then again, perhaps it was the way the Green-Rider kept to the shadows.. Clung to them as Beka tried to whenever Lura wasn't around. There was just a feeling that she could relate to that fear of people, and that was what had her sliding away from the others towards the Green-Rider. At first, the Candidate said nothing, waited until the woman that was obviously her Weyrmate stopped talking.
When she did speak, her voice was soft, quiet and almost sympathetic. Unlike Zadari, she knew nothing of what had happened, only knew that this Green-Rider couldn't possibly belong in the shados like Beka always had, and thus, something must have put her there. "I don't know you... But... You don't belong in the shadows. I don't know what happened to you... I do know that you are lucky. You have someone who cares, and it's right from the beginning, I didn't. I always belonged in the darkness, I saw you before. You don't. It will get better, if you let it." Possibly the longest sentence Beka had said to anyone that wasn't Lura, and then she fell silent, looking delibrately at the floor. ~
W'liam had turned with surprise at the sound of Paryal's voice, he hadn't really expected to see her, especially not after being told by Rinth that he had to greet her, should he see her. "Hello, Rinth and I are well, thank-you for asking. How are you and Aezanth?" He was smiling as he spoke, ignoring the sudden weight on his shoulder as Willow decided to pop in for a change. She rarely did so, being as independant as she was, but then again, she did like the occasional attention. "This is Willow by the way." One hand was waved at the green on his shoulder before turning to E'nor with a smile. "You know E'nor of Blue Clestioth?" At which the other merely mumbled a shy 'hi' to the Gold-Weyrling.
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Post by Administrator on Nov 3, 2007 15:27:05 GMT -5
Robika looked up slowly at Zadari, seeming almost surprised that the woman was sitting next to her. She blinked, a distant look crossing her face. "What?" she asked, as if she didn't hear Zadari speak. Nodding absently, her brown eyes flickered back over to N'call. "Why were you talking with him?" she asked uncomfortably. Was Zadari yelling at him? She didn't like that thought; she just wanted everything to go back to normal. Maybe if they could all just forget what happened, she could just be able to pretend it was merely a bad dream.
However, Robika knew it never would be just a bad dream. It was reality, a testament to her stupidity. She should never have been near the Flight rooms! At these degrading thoughts, she felt her eyes well up again, but she put a hand against her eyes to stop herself. "Sorry," she murmured to Zadari. "I should just go..."
Before she could stand, another girl had stopped her. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling in an attempt to stop the ever-building sea of tears. "Don't be silly," she mumbled in a hoarse voice. "You don't belong in darkness, and I'm not in darkness. We're both fine." However, she knew it wasn't so. She choked on the last word, and she looked down as her hand sought Zadari's.
From between, the chubby Emanor erupted, crooning lovingly to her rider. She sensed her bonded beginning to close herself off, and Emanor did not want that to happen. Landing gently on the greenrider's shoulder, she nuzzled Robika, trying to fix everything with a simple touch.
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Marra yawned as she entered. She was late, she knew, but so was everyone else. Besides, she had to get ready for the gather at Selenitas Hold. She was to conduct the boy's choir in Moreta's Ride, as well as solo in a piece her friend Evee had wrote. It would be that piece's premiere, and Evee was excited. The piece would be played in front of the Lord and Lady, and Evee was nearly tearing Marra's hair out in anticipation. Marra sighed. People got so worked up sometimes, and it bothered Marra especially when she got lashed out upon because of it.
She frowned, looking around. So, there was Robika. However, she was not going to intrude. The greenrider looked strangely upset. Disturbed, Marra sat down by herself, wordlessly placing fruit and greens on her plate, suppressing a sneeze. Swimming in the water the other day had made her mildly sick, and she was irritated. It was difficult for her to sing well, which had Evee nearly in tears. Fortunately, she would recover before the gather. It wasn't for a few weeks.
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Shmee raised a dark eyebrow. "They know this isn't an execution. That's Benden's job," she replied curtly, pushing down the memory of her own 'execution.' C'leon's angry eyes continued haunting her, following her in her wakefulness, shadowing her in her dreams. He was a true threat, one that would not leave her alone, even in sleep. Lately, things had been quiet, but it was an uneasy silence. No doubt C'leon was plotting up in Benden, and it bothered Shmee. He was quick and clever, and she didn't trust silence anymore.
She picked at her food slowly, not eating much of it. Frowning, she looked up. She should just do the speech now, and get it over with. Then she could go back to her weyr and plan sessions with Kaegan and Paryal. It wouldn't be long before the current weyrling lessons- Threadfighting, Searchriding- would be irrelevant to them. Not to mention she also needed to instruct them in the way the Weyr was run, what to do in Flights... She frowned. These girls were almost as old as she was. How on Pern was she supposed to teach them?
Her blue eyes travelled through the crowd, taking a moment to locate the two weyrling queenriders. She paled slightly, unsure. She hardly knew them, and she knew for certain that Paryal didn't think highly of her from the Touching. However, Aslath could take care of the queenlings. She was the dominant queen, and while the queens might be a bit prideful, Aslath would make sure that they wouldn't overstep their boundaries. She sighed, and looked back down into her plate. Well, time to speak.
Squeezing S'rei's hand, she stood, walking to the front of the table, looking out from the crowd where she stood on the dais. "Can everyone please sit down?" she said loudly, her voice hitting the corners of the room, the commanding air about her firm rather than flamboyant, a change most people probably hadn't adjusted to yet. "I will start with the promotions now, and then I have some important things to discuss with you all," she told them, keeping the tone light, yet serious. Hopefully it would shut them all up- none of the details had been disclosed considering anything that had to do with Benden. Sure, rumors had flown around, but now was the one chance to hear the truth.
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Post by paryal on Nov 3, 2007 19:31:27 GMT -5
Contrary to Z'hin's beliefs, Paryal had noticed that he had been quite gladly interrupted by the other brown Weyrling and his sibling. Was he still upset over something? Despite Paryal's best efforts to try and include him today, it seemed to dwindle down to naught. Really, what was the matter with him? She wanted to talk to him, shard it. Now he stood a few feet away, stubbornly keeping the two groups closed off from one another when he could have easily made them interlocking, joined as one. Did he have to act like that? The gold Weyrling understood his inherent aversion to crowds, but a group of four or five people was hardly large. Did Z'hin want her to join him first, then invite W'liam along? Men were utterly confusing sometimes, and Paryal didn't even want to contemplate the full workings of their mind. Perfectly content with letting Z'hin remain a mystery to her for now, she turned cheerfully back to face W'liam, trying to erase the scowl from her face as she did so. Humph. If he wanted to be that way, he could be.
"Aezanth and I are fine. Aezanth is sleeping, as usual. I'm sure she'll wake me in an hour or two wanting something though." Grinning fondly at the thought of her dragon, Paryal thought briefly about how she was doing. Tired, worn out, but happier than she had ever been before. Confused and angry at times, but unwilling to let other Weyrlings fully get to her. "I'm fine" was what she decided on saying. It was easier to say that then to let out feelings like that to a complete stranger, handsome as he was. "I was going to have Z'hin join us, but I suppose he enjoys a male's company over mine." Paryal's grin was wicked, as her lurking suspicions that Z'hin didn't like females crept back into her mind. Brownriders could like men, couldn't they? And P'tol seemed to like Z'hin quite a bit, though the brownrider certainly didn't seem to be returning the emotions. It was a mystery indeed, one that Paryal knew she would have to get to the bottom of sooner rather than later. Otherwise it would annoy her forever.
"Hello Willow." Nodding gravely to the green flitter, Paryal thought back to her own Fairamay. "I have one as well, Fairamay. She rose when Aslath did." Frowning at that memory, Paryal shook her head and banished it from her mind. "Of course I remember you E'nor, and your Clestioth. How are both of you doing?" Clestioth was the talkative blue that liked to chat to Aezanth, wasn't he? Yes, that was the one. Oftentimes the blue could get annoying, though Paryal wouldn't dare suggest that to his rider. Discipline was something all the babies would learn later.
Before Paryal could hear E'nor's response, Shmee's surprisingly authoritative tone ordered them all to sit down. Where had that come from? The Weyrwoman gained a small degree of respect in the other goldrider's mind then. Perhaps the woman would need reconsideration, once Paryal got to know her better. "We should sit then." Not waiting to see if they followed, Paryal chose her own table somewhat off to the side, giving her a good angle to watch all the riders carefully. W'liam and E'nor could follow, or not. She didn't truly care. As for Z'hin... What would he do now?
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Tashe
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Nov 3, 2007 20:51:52 GMT -5
Letting glances exchange between each other, F'con and Saraina both removed themselves from their plates to listen to the Weyrwoman speak. The candidate, out of the two of them, was the only one to notice that Shmee's voice and overall tone had changed. Their had been rumors and gossip about exactly were she had disappeared to after the hatching, but where ever she went had to have changed her. Though the Male being a stereotypical transfer, didn't care about what had happened to the Sr. Weyrwoman. Offering one more glance in each other's direction, the two sat in silence waiting for the promotion speech.
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Quietly fiddling with her wavy hair as the healer responded to the question she had asked, the Queenrider was slightly surprised when Kalierre stated that she was close to the Weyrlingmaster. The imposed question had made Kaegan think about her actual position within F'rah's circle of friends. Was she in fact considered a friend to the man? Let alone being close to him? It wasn't something she had ever really thought about, it just felt natural to be around the man. Blinking as the train of words that came from Kalierre stopped, the Weyrwoman took her turn in speaking.
"Oh... Um asleep? I hope the lessons aren't that... boring?" Letting a pause settle between the two, Kaegan then continued to speak. "Miss Meri... I think... Weyrlingmaster F'rah accepted her as an assistant... because he... hmm. Wanted to show the class that not everyone... is kind in life." Nodding slightly as she remembered what F'rah had said about his Assistant, the Queenrider gently kicked the back of her ankle boots against the legs of her chair. "I haven't... been up to much. I've been in the library and record halls... and been flying with Millieth. Mr. F'rah is helping me with perfecting my 'Betweening'... I... have yet to talk with Shm--" Flicking her hazel eyes up the Sr. Weyrwoman as she began to talk, Kaegan was unsure whether to ask Kalierre is she wanted to sit with her or tell her she should go take a seat. Settling just to be silent, the Goldrider gave the Weyrling a glance that she hoped would convey either of the options she had thought about.
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Cracking a smile and letting it evolve into a joyous grin, F'rah rested a hand on the Greenrider's as she placed it on his shoulder. It was only upon her's for a brief moment, but it was long enough to exchange his gratefulness that she had come to sit with him. The Weyrlingmaster was all for formal edicate, but events like dinners bugged him. It wasn't as if he minded being around other people and making new acquaintances, it was when he was alone for a certain amount of time during the beginning. It always gave him a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, but as soon as he was joined by a friend or someone he knew, the feeling went away.
Rubbing his wrist where the green had attached herself to, F'rah chuckled happily before responding to his good friend. "Thanks Laurie. And... heh. The Weyrlings aren't giving me to much trouble, but they certainly don't like my assistant Meri of Blue Lenorath. I have heard that she had half of the class angry with her even before the class was over. But having her help me with the lessons is good for my other jobs around the Weyr, who ever came up with the idea of switching off work times needs to be applauded." Sighing slightly as he remembered the complaints he had gotten about the assistant, F'rah ran a hand through his hair before returning his attention and smile back to the Greenrider.
"But how have you and your little Tyke doing M'dear? Hope he hasn't been to much trouble now." Although he had more to say, the Brownrider was cut off as the Weyrwoman began to speak. His answer from Laurie would have to wait till later... and so would his dinner.
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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 4, 2007 11:15:16 GMT -5
By this time, he'd become fairly familiar with Rell's unsatiable appetite. By contrast, F'lan was merely picking at his own food, the first few tubers and a meatroll having filled him up quite nicely. He was the sort to eat little bits throughout the day. A large meal just made him feel ill, so he took to drinking the wine - which, on second thought, may not have been the best thing for F'lan, as he wasn't the biggest wine drinker, either. The bluerider was already noticing a faint buzzing in the background of his mind. Blinking, he set down the glass before any further damage could be done.
"Purty t'nite," F'lan murmured, as her eyes came up. The man didn't notice the slight slur to his words. He glanced around then, a puzzled frown coming to his face. Was the dining hall built on a slant? Things seemed a bit out of balance. He was surprised he hadn't noticed it before! Then Shmee began to speak and he promptly forgot about unstable dining halls. Finally. F'lan wasn't a big fan of these gatherings. His blues trained on her, the mild flush in his face hardly noticeable.
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Mutasim eyed V'nus warily. Couldn't the tall boy just take a hint and leave him be? Z'hin had made it clear that he was skittish around strangers, after all, hadn't he? And yet still the weyrling spoke to him, trying to reassure him. He'd seen the hand...it hadn't been moving quickly enough to present a threat, or so he'd thought, but the small candidate very nearly bit the floor at the sheer force of that 'pat.' He'd staggered forward, one leg instinctively going forward for balance as he kept most of his weight on his hind leg, in a crouch that looked distinctly menacing as the dark eyes flashed up to V'nus's face.
Z'hin caught the movement of that arm behind the candidate's back and quickly wrapped Mutasim in an arm under the pretense of setting the lad back on his feet. He held the small boy for just a few seconds longer than might have been necessary, noting the relaxing of his companion's muscles before he released him. The brownweyrling knew what Mutasim carried at his back, and he was one of the select few who knew that the candidate never threw a knife that didn't meet its mark. He hoped Covera and V'nus hadn't noticed the deadly shift that had come over the boy. Z'hin doubted they would understand.
At the older boy's glare, Mutasim merely shrugged. No one was hurt, were they? It's not like he could arrest a reaction bred into him from turns on the streets of Bitra. Before the pair could utter a single phrase, however, the Weyrwoman's voice broke over the crowd. Z'hin quickly pulled Mutasim away from V'nus; he didn't want a repeat. Without really noticing, he found he'd drawn his friend toward the table Paryal sat at, Z'hin's glance appraising before he seated himself near her. It would have been rude to turn away simple because he saw her there. Although the brownweyrling wanted to talk to her again, he had the distinct impression that she would just turn a polite smile on him, if she heard him at all. It was a bit difficult to get back into the brownweyrling's good graces after you'd fallen out of them.
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Kaegan had always been a bit on the shy side, but Kalierre didn't remember her ever being so - jumpy. She seemed hardly capable of stringing her thoughts together into a coherent sentence, her speech halting and far from fluid. The dragonhealer found herself regarding the junior weyrwoman closely, clearly concerned. Though she didn't get much of a chance to say much; the Weyrwoman was beginning the formalities, it seemed, and so Kali gave a little nod to Kaegan before drifting off to find an empty seat. Only there were no empty ones. When had the dining hall filled up so fast? Instead, she found a place along the wall, leaning against it as her keen gaze trained on Shmee.
Hmmm...the girl certainly seemed to have grown up a bit since last she'd seen her, and it wasn't just the hair. Kali's gaze flicked toward S'rei. Though her expression hid the mental wince at seeing him at Shmee's side, Kalierre couldn't quite keep the reaction from her Phremath. She took a moment to reassure the sleepy hatchling before refocusing her attention on the Weyrwoman.
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Oh, now that was a genuine smile! Lauranna found it rather infectious. She felt like a complete clown, grinning so wide her face was sure to crack, but somehow it didn't really bother her. Maybe it was the hand that had briefly touched her own. She couldn't be sure. The greenrider hoped that Zephyr hadn't hurt his wrist too much, though, the little green scolding her indignantly at the thought, as if to say just how ridiculous a concept that was.
Of course, then Shmee had to interrupt their pleasant conversation. Bother. Laurie turned a polite smile on the Weyrwoman, doubting Shmee was likely to notice if she stuck out her tongue and glared at her, but still being good. Sometimes it was rather hard, though. Laurie did not at all like the goldrider. She'd seen too much of that woman's firtatious ways, and, as with most older sisters, she was very protective of her brother's heart. There was no doubt that he was smitten. The fool. Why wouldn't he just listen to her? Still, Lauranna was interested in what Shmee had to say, so she tried to focus her mind on that.
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Used to the way Shmee tended to disregard half of his statements by now, S'rei took her comment as it was intended rather than getting annoyed. She was just worried. And, unlike him, she tended to show everyone her emotions as they hit her. It was probably healthier that way. Still, S'rei would have preferred her to front just a wee little bit, as it was more than obvious, at least to him, that Benden was making Shmee dreadfully nervous, if not downright fearful. The weyr was sure to pick up on that.
The bronzerider returned the pressure in her grip, holding onto it a second longer than he needed to. He remained seated. Shmee was the one with the announcements and who everyone would be turning their attention to. S'rei was only on this dais as a fluke, an accidental convergence in the paths of their dragons while Aslath desperately tried to avoid Morsrath. Content to remain in the background, the man crossed his legs, waiting for his weyrmate to continue. He knew most of what she was going to say; Shmee still liked her secrets, though, and he was curious to see what else she'd be bringing to the table.
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Post by neeuqtar on Nov 6, 2007 11:06:08 GMT -5
Well. Time to mess with the pretties, he supposed... Why was he doing this? It was so cold, he just really wanted to fall asleep for a while...
Uu'n pushed open the doors to the Dining Hall just as Shmee shushed everyone to make a speech or something. Well this was awkward... With the feeling that all eyes were on him, Uu'n fumbled for the link to his dragon, who was taking a power nap. He stood in the doorway, weariness hitting him, the slow plip plip of his own blood dripping to the floor as he wavered unsteadily. "They attacked us--men in the Barracks, with knives--and..." Uu'n tried to remember the impassion speech he'd worked up on the way, but it just slipped away.
"There's a lot of blood..." Good job, part of him sneered at himself. As if they couldn't see that. And it was true. Uu'n was a sight, his clothing torn and covered with blood, the left half of his shirt completely soaked with his own blood. His bare feet had left crimson footprints all the way from the Candidate Barracks to the Dining Hall, and a sluggish river of red wound its way down Uu'n's leg to pool on the floor. "Why is it so cold in here?" he asked, like a young child. Too much blood... I must have gotten cut worse than I thought... Good thing I came here....
Uu'n raised dark eyes to the dias, pleadingly, before crumpling to the ground, body unable to hold him up anymore, the blood loss finally enough to cut through the soup of adrenaline that had flooded his veins. And he didn't know anything more.
((HATE TO RUIN THE PARTY, MUSE... >>DDDDDD ))
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Post by Administrator on Nov 6, 2007 18:41:34 GMT -5
((Neeuq- can you please PM me and let me know what's going on? *wants to make sure it doesn't mess up me plots* ^^;; )
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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 6, 2007 22:44:53 GMT -5
((erm...i think it may be my fault...that thread with Muta and Z'hin took place the night of the Hatching Feast, neeuq))
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Post by Administrator on Nov 10, 2007 6:05:59 GMT -5
((so wait. what?))
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Post by missa on Nov 10, 2007 8:06:12 GMT -5
Zadari opened her mouth to repeat the question, shaking her head then. Robika would answer when she was ready, if she hand't heard, well that was fine, Zadari could obviously tell that she wasn't okay. Her question seemed to take a few seconds to penetrate Zadari's mind, and when it did, she frowned. Why did Robika want to know? Was Zadari going to get told off? If she was, so be it.
"I told him that if he ever came near my WeyrMate again, I'd make sure he regretted it." A shrug, as though this was nothing, before Zadari's eyes grew determined at the same time as sad. "I'll never let anyone hurt you again if I can help it Robika." She whispered, unable to think of anything more to say as her Weyrmate spoke to the candidate. When Robika's hand sought hers, Zadari grasped it firmly, using her other hand to touch Robika's cheek. "You'll not go any where, Sweet." She whispered, pressing a kiss to her hair. Yes, they had to listen now, to Shmee, and Zadari was listening, sort of.
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Beka frowned and shook her head, the rider didn't understand, or she did and was making fun of her offer to help. Offer sympathy. "I do, or I wouldn't have remained there for fifteen turns. I saw the way you clung to the shadows when you came in, you need to stay away from those Green-Rider Robika, the shadows, they have a tendency to draw you in. Make you stay when you don't want to." Beka had begun to move off, but when Shmee ordered they sit, she reluctantly took a chari with Zadari and Robika, hoping that one of her 'friends' would rescue her.
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W'liam's eyes searched her face as she replied, searching for any sign of a lie. Though he didn't believe Paryal would lie, there were certain things every one lied about, how you were feeling was a major one. When she answered fine, he nodded, relaxing. A glance was given to the brown-rider, Z'hin, they weren't good friends, that was for sure, in fact, W'liam was rather embarrassed and ashamed to admit he didn't think he'd ever carried a conversation with Z'hin. "Well, I know I'll always choose your company over anyone elses, a personality and beauty is hard to find. Usually, girls can be as pretty as a gold, but dumb as a wherry, or vice versa. You, Paryal of Aezanth, have both in plenty." The comment came easily, and coupled with a wink was the first time W'liam was actually serious about flirting. He was telling the truth, with harper's words, flowering them up. Hopefully, she wouldn't dislike him for it.
Willow chirped softly, sitting comfortably on W'liam's shoulder, nodding her head gravely in return to Paryal's greeting, looking rather bored where she was. "Willow is really very independent. Really? Do you know who caught her?" Curiousity laced his tone, but if Paryal told him she didn't want to answer, W'liam would accept that with grace.
"We are well, thank-you gold-rider." E'nor whispered softly, growing more uncomfortable by the moment. When W'liam turned to follow Paryal, and sit with her, he did the same. Glancing over her shoulder at the famed Z'hin that both seemed to be talking about. Perhaps it would be interesting if he did sit with them, E'nor wouldn't ever say that but...
(I need sleep now...)
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Post by lilliana on Nov 10, 2007 20:12:30 GMT -5
-needs to reply...needs to wait-
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Post by Administrator on Nov 17, 2007 16:51:01 GMT -5
Robika looked down shamefully. Why did Zadari have to do that? She didn't want that memory to keep living on... N'call would never do something like that again. The fault wasn't his- it was all her. However, the greenrider chose not to pursue the subject. Shmee was speaking now. She shifted uncomfortably at Beka's last few words. The shadows were a better place for weaklings like her. What did this little candidate know anyway? She was hardly out of the cradle, and yet here she was, lecturing to Robika about shadows. The greenrider closed herself off from the girl, turning away from her to lean against Zadari in desperation for comfort. This girl knew nothing, she told herself uneasily. These thoughts filling her mind, Robika found it difficult to concentrate on what Shmee was saying when worrying thoughts about shadows and Zadari's confrontation with N'call kept flashing through her mind...
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Shmee looked around, waiting for all the eyes to focus on her. She smiled grimly. She had decided earlier to go through with the bad news before good news, so people's bright moods wouldn't be dampened by the knowledge the training that would have to occur. Yes, she would save the better mood for after, to make everyone feel better.
"Everyone," she said, her tone softer, but had not lost its authority. "I would like to start off this feast by welcoming our new Weyrleader S'rei of bronze Salenth!" She smiled slightly over at S'rei, trying very hard to mask her unease about the things she had yet to speak about.
She paused. "As many of you have noticed from our last Flight," she continued, "Selenitas is no longer safe from Benden, and perhaps even Fort. With this in mind, we are going to start training the Wings- for combat," she told them darkly. She hesitated, then continued. "C'leon attempted to force himself into the position of Weyrleader, but thankfully, we avoided that catastrophe. However, this means that we can no longer go unprotected. We need to train to defend ourselves."
Pacing across the dais, Shmee let these thoughts come out slowly. "A queen weyrlingrider has arrived from Benden. C'leon is drugging the weyrlings to enhance clutch sizes, and Kaegan of queen Millieth is here, seeking refuge. We have offered it to her, but Benden knows. It is impossible to avoid them now." She frowned. "However, please try to make Kaegan feel at home. As all the other refugees we get, treat her like she is part of the Selenitas family. She most certainly is now." Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for Kaegan. Smiling at her slightly and comfortingly, she stopped her pacing and looked back up at the crowd.
"With this, I've decided new Wingleaders," she told them firmly. "These are men who are capable of leading others safely, following the order S'rei and I, and will do no rash decisions. I would like to welcome as our Wingleaders S'rei, who will perform the duties of Wingleader in the Absolute Zero Wing. A'noan will be the Wingleader of the Supernova Wing, and finally, N'call will be the Wingleader of the Solar Wind Wing." She forced a smile. Though two of them were expected, she supposed N'call would be happy with his new title.
"For wingseconds, I have chosen two bronze or brownriders to serve underneath their Wingleader. Under S'rei in the Absolute Zero will be P'nor of bronze Cyanth and D'ran of brown Thorith," she announced, then paused as she waited for the applause to die down. "Under A'noan will be I'ir of brown Corth and F'rah of brown Styth." More applause. "Last but not least, are R'ton of bronze Rodonth and D'vin of brown Hiriarth!" She smiled at the newly promoted men, but her eyes searched for S'rei's quickly for support. Hopefully the Weyr would approve of her decisions.
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Tashe
Shiny Hoarder
Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Nov 17, 2007 17:47:21 GMT -5
Watching as each of the newly appointed men stood up as their names were called, F'rah clapped for all of them with the same amount of enthusiasm. Letting his gaze slide momentarily to his female friend, the Weyrlingmaster was about to comment on the good choice of new weyrleaders when his name was called. Blinking slightly when the view of the room diverged its course from the others onto him, the Brownrider quickly stumbled to his feet.
/Congratulations F'rahmine. I am happy for you!/ The fuzzy words of his brown puttered their way through his head as the shock started to wear off. /I'm... a Wingsecond? Thats.... interesting! Goodness.... I can already see the complications its going to cause in being the Weyrlingmaster. Damn I'm glad I requested a Assistant when I did./ /Thats true, but think about it later Mine. Tonight is a celebration for you and the others, be happy with your Lauranna and friends tonight. The darker things can come tomorrow./
/She's only a friend Styth..../
It was a very odd feeling to be standing up for applause, it in fact reminded him of when he had been promoted from just a Brownrider to the Weyrlingmaster. The emotions that night had almost given him a heart attack, but he had survived through it by the skin of his teeth. Although this promotion didn't reach the level of confusion that his first promotion had given him, it was fairly close.
Nodding a thank you for his bout' of clapping, F'rah started to roll his two pronounced titles in his head... Wingsecond and Werylingmaster.
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Unlike his Mine, Styth knew that F'rah would be promoted tonight, he had felt it in his gut. Letting a dragonic laugh reach his throat as he severed the connection with the Weyrlingmaster, the Dark Chocolate dragon turned his attention to the Green he had secretly fallen for. Though he hadn't told either end of the party his feelings, their human half's or the female herself.
/Reysalth! Did you hear that? F'rahmine was chosen as a Wingsecond... by the way your hide looks lovely as ever./ -----
Looking up quickly from her lap as the Senior Weyrwoman mentioned her and Millieth's appearance from Beneden, Kaegan blushed furiously before returning her gaze to her legs. Pausing a moment to give a second glance at Shmee, the young Goldrider caught the woman's comforting gaze before she began to speak once more.
Why did she deserve to be welcomed happily? She had belonged to a rival and vicious Weyr, and she had done her part in some of the atrocities of their acts. Sure she had come to receive refuge but how did they--
/Silence! Kaeganmine I forbid you to think about such things! You were forced to do things that your moral standards would not let you do on your own. Do not ever... ever think that some of the things that you did over at Benden were solely your fault. You if anyone deserve to be happy, its defiantly time for your due./
Jumping slightly as her Queen interrupted her self destructing thoughts, the Jr. Weyrwoman sighed. Millieth was right, maybe she did deserve a little joy now that she had escaped the clutches of C'leon and his Weyr. But the unsettling thought that he might come back for her was always present, and would probably never go away.
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(To lazy to add Saraina, F'con and Jackreths responses. So the over view is that Saraina was clapping happily for F'rah and Styth while Jackreth and F'con were not so happy about it.)
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