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Post by rii on May 15, 2011 23:43:57 GMT -5
Faster - maybe - but not as graceful as she. Konstask turned her head upward to gaze back at her rider for agreement. It came in silence. Yes beautiful, there isn't a wher in existence that could match her. The green preened, pressing into the hand that smoothed along her muzzle. She eagerly soaked in the praise even if it was given in a second-hand fashion. Kostya's interest centered just ahead of them, using Konstask's night vision to watch from the shadows. For now he remained content to simply watch the way the wherling nervously backed away, spooking himself without any aid..
It was ironic. Amusingly so. Here Kostya had a night off from the infirmary, and in a fit of pique of being unable to find Vix, had moved off into the jungle to patrol for felines. He'd really been hoping to find one Konstask could tangle with. The thrill of the hunt, and kill, would have sated the darker tastes he usually placated with playing with his favorite human toy. So ironic. Luck upon luck. Kostya's eyes half-lidded as he continued to slowly stroke Konstask's head, all the while drinking in the sight of Faolan's distress.
Poor little lost wherling, Mirage chimed to her bonded's thoughts with images of tiny Faolan cowering alone in a sea of darkness. Yes, Kostya smirked, terribly sad - wasn't it? He leisurely strolled forward, not masking his steps as he approached the niche of trees the wherling had wedged himself into. One of the newest wherlings if Kostya wasn't mistaken. Didn't know any of their names - hadn't cared up until this point. Couldn't get his hopes up too soon however. It might just be the dark and the unknown depths of the jungle that made this rabbit nervous..
Only one way to find out.
Stepping into sight, Kostya didn't bother shedding the smile as he eyed the branch in Faolan's hands. He didn't say anything at first. Instead he prowled a few steps off to the side, circling his newly found prey. His pale gaze swept down the length of Faolan before shifting to the direction the other green wher had gone. "A bit far from the beaten path," Kostya tone nearly purred with dark delight. Konstask was mentally urged to see to the missing wher. His attention swiveled back to Faolan, looking the guy straight on to read in his reactions. Would he calm down now, or still continue that delicious nervous shifting. The smile grew a touch, "Lost?"
Konstask padded lightly over to where Faolask laid. The jade and emerald wher shamelessly posing beside the tired heap to compare beauty. Satisfied that she was the better half, Konstask lowered her head to curiously smell at Faolask. What a bright coat she had, Konstask graciously complimented with a brush of tail against the other green's flank.
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Post by rii on May 15, 2011 18:14:08 GMT -5
Up high, perched on the old king's stone throne, Ekarth gazed down and across the river at the green rolling in the blood dampened grass. His wings were partially arched, giving his sudden intent stillness the resemblance of a gargoyle. The only visible movement came from his forked tail - sweeping back and forth as he pondered the conundrum before him. He knew this green - he was sure of it. His wings twitched as she took the air, tempted to instantly rise up after her. Instead he prodding at his rider's mind.
"Hisalyth and R'ril," Ba'sun responded easily as the images of the bloodied green came his way. "She's rising?"
Yess O'ssun. Why do I feel like I know thiss one?
"Because you do," The bluerider already taken Shoal's hand, leading the child to be watched by the creche woman. Ekarth never affected Ba'sun much in flights - not until it got near the end and his blue sought to steal greens from under the claws of other dragons. The blue didn't chase, he caught; whether the green liked it or not. Usually it was the latter of the two. A reason why Ba'sun had to plead with his dragon not to chase after greens when they did their maiden flights. The man didn't care much for the horrified looks he earned after the flight. Ekarth was not a gentle lover. His manner of catching a green was not something the young girls should have to endure for their first flight..
He knew, any moment now, his blue would join the flight. Always had in the past, and as far as Ba'sun's memory went, R'ril welcomed their participation. The bluerider wandered the halls in the direction of the flight room at a leisurely pace - just in case the pull came and directed him to wherever the greenrider might be waiting. Sshe iss not mine? "I believe Lucith usually caught her." Lucith iss gone.
Ekarth snapped his wings, throwing himself into the sky. His snake-like body twisting as he quickly came up to the green's challenge. He slipped under her, dotting his light hide with the blood dripping from her claws and wing tips. Do you darkling? Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bit, the claws that catch! – Ekarth's talons slid through the air just short of Hisalyth's vulnerable wing sails. Wouldn't it just be so terrible if he slashed them up and she was unable to fly away from him. Keep your promissess, I want a tasste.
Ba'sun shouldered against the doorway - first to arrive, that was new. Cautiously he eyed the greenrider from afar, wondering if the lad had any weapons on him. It'd be smart to divest them from him early on; and to make sure no one else walked into the room with a damn belt knife on their waist. Tilting his head at the younger rider, Ba'sun gave R'ril a slow smile. "Hello Darkling."
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Post by rii on May 15, 2011 17:03:27 GMT -5
Ekarth gave up on his ruse with the boy, his short attention span already shifting to a new game. The little green salamandyr amused him; even more so when she aspired to take on a full-grown feline. Ekarth's eyes whirled with delighted blues as he rose to follow the miniscule cootie. The bottom of his jaw skim the grass on the ground as the dragon lowered himself to her level, whispering secretly to the fearsome hunter. A frog iss too ssmall and they tasste funny. You sshould hunt down a herdbeasst and sshow thesse dragonss they aren't sso tough as they think they are.
Ba'sun dubiously watched his dragon, knowing well enough the blue was up to some new antic - what having been thwarted from the child. "Huh?" Hand raising, Ba'sun caught the arrow Aello had fetched, though his gaze was turned down to the child using him as a shield. Couldn't be that old at all - and with a green salamandyr bonded to him. It was ridiculous. "How old are you?" Answer a question with a different question, always wise. "Ba'sun and - er.. "
He again looked at his blue. Ekarth didn't look that funny, did he? Ba'sun hardly noticed anymore. It might have been more obvious when up next to the other dragons.. if he bothered looking. A giant pain in the ass, that's what Ekarth was. As Ba'sun seemed to stumble over his own thoughts (his mind still caught back somewhere in the conversation about cooties turning boys into girls) Aello fluttered from her bonded's shoulder to Armind's. She trilled sweetly, offering the underside of his jaw to him.
"Aren't you kinda young to be this far from the weyr on your own? The snakey bastard -" Oh the creche women were going to have his ears for swearing in front of the children. "- is probably the least of your troubles up here. C'mon." Bow set over his shoulder, Ba'sun used the feathered end of the arrow to try and guide Armind toward the path leading down from the heights.
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Post by rii on May 15, 2011 13:11:52 GMT -5
It never ceased to amused Jenna the way Ae'on would get all bent out of shape. Although, Jenna was fairly sure if she just looked in Ae'on's direction the healer would spiral into a sour mood. Aha, the greenrider smiled to herself as she strolled into the jungle, she had just remembered the nickname she had made up for him all those months ago. Sourpus. It suited him still. No mind was paid to the healer's stammer. Jenna was content to leave him behind to indeed seek out more impressive specimens.
Noise from behind, though, had Jenna pausing while half-turning to face Ae'on. A single brow rose in question to the healer's decision to follow. She was certain trekking through the jungle in search of prey was not Ae'on's cup of tea. The way her bright green eyes slowly swept down his attire said it all. Ae'on was ill prepared to go hunting. Jenna's hip angled with her attitude. She settled her free hand on the side of it as she once again looked Ae'on straight on in the face. Really, was he really going to follow her?
"No?" She tossed him the short spear, greatly suspecting he'd miss catching it or cut himself in the process. No faith what-so-ever in her fellow dragon rider. The smile, however, was all for challenging him to prove her wrong. "We're hunting." Plural pronoun, because whether Ae'on liked it or not, he had just volunteered himself to be her partner. He'd probably end up scaring everything away within a mile radius. Oh well, one more thing to add to the list to tease him about. "Not going for walk, not.. picking flowers."
Her gaze went to the herbs it looked like he'd been gathering before crossing paths with her. The look flicked back up to Ae'on, then off to his green salamandyr. "Does she always go around trying to find you a date? Lady at the gather not think very much of your attitude either?" With that said, Jenna turned back around to lead the way into the jungle.
Versaith couldn't turn down the dare. At once her wings angled to slip her body down through the stream of air Sfelyth made with his dive. She quickly dropped past him, swinging under him to level out the dive and let her tail sweep across his body - leaving a wet trail across his blue hide from the water she'd been playing in earlier. Shouldn't it be the other way around? She teased, slipping out over the jungle and weave around the top of the taller trees. You are suppose to catch me.
Leaves twirled through the air in her wake, I've seen you chasing our sisters - didn't catch them though. Must be too slow~ The green rolled back around, the turn tight and would have dislodged a rider if she had one. If you can't even catch Iwyrth, what hope do you have of catching me~
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Post by rii on May 15, 2011 12:07:49 GMT -5
Ekarth had raised up onto his haunches, keeping Shoal corralled near with the use of his tail. His placid blue gaze watched the riders, and young dragon, intently while absently fanning his forked tail above the child's head. Shoal giggled at the game, trying to grab the end of Ekarth's tail and always just missing when the blue pulled it away at the last second. Ba'sun gazed at his dragon a long moment before finally glance over his shoulder.
Ugh, weyrlings.
"Kid," It was unlikely Ba'sun would ever call him anything else. "Get out of your head."
The tone was a great deal more gentle now since the anger has passed. The bluerider was still annoyed, but it was at a level he was use to managing and masking from being noticed. Er'ani got his wrists slapped like a child would - it wasn't that serious; not the end of the world. Ba'sun hoped that at some point he would be able to stop treating the weyrling like a little child. "Open your eyes. There is something going on right now that you should be noticing because it will be imperative to your decision making. I see it, but I'm not going to fix it."
A sliced bit of mango was eaten off the end of his knife as Ba'sun again turned his gaze back forward. Aello appeared on his shoulder in the next moment, demanding a piece as well. Ba'sun grunted as he fed her a piece. He gestured toward Ekarth and Shoal afterward, the words for Er'ani, "Fetch the kid, would you. His name is Kirvene. Kirv for short."
It was a touch questionable for Ba'sun to let Er'ani anywhere near the toddler considering Er'ani could have easily misfired and landed an arrow in him. Ba'sun had his reasoning. He had to trust Er'ani and vica versa, what better way to try and show it than by trusting Er'ani to pick up Shoal - the one thing Ba'sun was most protective over. The weyrling likely wouldn't even know that Kirvene should have been a causality in the take-over. There were a few wastelanders that had taken their orders too far. No, of course Er'ani didn't know, the kid knew nothing. "And tell me how much have you been practicing, do your fingers still hurt, do they bleed?"
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Post by rii on May 15, 2011 11:37:20 GMT -5
F'lix felt the hairs rise up along his neck at the waft of warm air from F'ur's mouth being so close. A stubborn smile spread across F'lix's lips; his eyelids drooping as he cast a playful side-long glance at his weyrmate. He turned with the push, but made no attempts to follow F'ur just yet. Instead F'lix let his eyes follow the older man's movements - drinking in the sight of him. After a moment F'lix calmly stretched his arms above his head before lowering and folding them behind his back. A decent distance had been made between them, but not enough to making talking difficult.
"I was completely knocked out by the time you all left. Saboth sent the coordinates on his own.. and by the time I woke up again.. after what he went through.. he couldn't remember enough to tell me who he had sent; or even where. It could have been the whole weyr for all I knew," F'lix quietly commented, his shoulders shrugging even though F'ur couldn't see it. He quietly picked his way after F'ur, making sure to keep a few stride's distance. "It was a few weeks before I could slip away to even make guesses at where he might have sent you all. This glade.. I had found old marks of dragon claws that landed here. Couldn't tell who had made it there."
There F'lix stopped his wandering mind, unwilling to let it go back down that dark beaten path that made him want to apologize without end about having given up on F'ur being alive. F'lix chuckled, blaming the distance for the depressing thoughts that were already beginning to crawl back to the front of his mind. "I'm glad they're alright - even if you dragged them into some madness of sneaking into the weyr." F'lix wrinkled his nose at the older man's back. It was almost strange, the way F'ur had .. what, watched after 'the boys' ?
"Meeting up with them might have to wait," F'lix muttered to himself as his gaze swept over his lover, quickly turning aside to avoid being caught red-handed. He turned enough in his stride to make sure Saboth had begun moving. In a louder tone F'lix added, "Terror isn't going to panic if Saboth flies, is he?"
Because, maybe it would better to fetch the salamandyrs than leave them behind. F'lix knew Terror rarely left F'ur - Lilitu's moodiness be damned. F'lix would rather deal with her growlings than a F'ur that nervously twitched at shadows. Avoiding situations that would give Terror a heart attack were always a good thing. Lilitu didn't wait for a response from the humans. She was mollified enough by Terror's actions. Come, A simple demand as she left the dark crevice and climbed down Saboth's leg to reach the ground. Or fall from sky like rock, 'cept splat at end.
She made a couple bounds through the grass before looking over her shoulder for the wary blue.
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Post by rii on May 15, 2011 11:01:51 GMT -5
Ba'sun lifted his gaze from the meatrolls to Kalierre's face. Did he by chance detect his flower wilting because of the long night's shift? For a fleeting moment Ba'sun felt guilty. In the next moment, however, he decided that his poor drooping flower just needed watering; in the form of wine. Ba'sun crouched before a bin and began picking out wineskins, uncorking the ends to sniff at the contents until he found a favorable one. This, along with the bits of food that made a mix of dinner and breakfast, was bundled together and tied against his hip.
A mild grin met Kalierre's question as Ba'sun moved back toward her, "If I told you that, you'd have no reason to play nice and allow me to drag you around the weyr. Curiosity can be such a burden." There were furs that he could have slipped into this morning that wouldn't have minded. It would of helped him get back to sleep. It wasn't the sort of company Ba'sun was seeking that morning. He wanted to talk; to joke around and laugh. Why? Because he hated missing his kids. Hated missing a life he use to have. Hated the itch for the fellis. The mood would pass, as it always did, and Ba'sun felt no need bother his company with it.
"What if I told you I was enamored by you," Curling his fingers around her raised wrist, Ba'sun gently pulled it away from her chin. He spun around, trusting his back to her as he wound her arm around his neck and shoulders. The man had been serious about giving her a piggy-back ride instead. "That I cannot get you off my mind, and tonight I'm whisking you away from all these other men so that we can elope. I've a horse waiting outside the stables, saddled and ready to carry us into the rising sun~"
He planted a light kiss on the back of her hand, "So stop stalling woman, there is much yet to do and so little time." The timing was important. Yes, she was suppose to be his kidnapee - even if he waited patiently for her willingly to situation herself onto his back.
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Post by rii on May 13, 2011 17:13:35 GMT -5
Good, the paling features of Er'ani's face spoke well enough (never mind the streaming apologies) that the kid did see and understand why Ba'sun wanted to break his nose. The bluerider's expression never changed, staring hard at Er'ani and reading every emotion flickering across Er'ani's expression. The man's fingers slowly curled into a fist. The desire to strike the kid - both parties knowing it was deserved - was still very much present. The arm snapped out.. grabbing a hand full of Er'ani's shirt and jerking him forward.
"Because you want me to teach you," He growled lowly to the weyrling, his dark eyes boring into the kid's. "Your first lesson was to listen and look. You failed. I can already see you're in your head again deafening yourself to whatever self-deprecating thoughts you've got going on." How could Er'ani deny it, the kid had been goading him to strike but a few seconds earlier. "Shut up. Stop wallowing and learn. You made a mistake. Don't do it again. The next time you aim you bow near someone, let alone at, you better be ready to kill."
Even if Er'ani had not meant to shoot near Shoal, the kid still shot at him. Shards, the kid had already hit M'ta in accident by shooting near a person. Ba'sun would think the brownrider would have ripped Er'ani a new one for it. The bluerider wanted to take away the kid's bow and quiver. Instead, after a silent and harsh glare, Ba'sun released Er'ani. The action may have been more to seeing the white rise up in alarm - and in turn that made Ekarth lift his head high to see over the slight rise. The sinuous blue licked his maw, silently daring the little moon to try something. The rider might have mercy, but Ekarth did not.
Knife back in hand and cutting into the mango, Ba'sun turned and headed back the way he came. After a moment he snorted then halted to give Er'ani a pointed look. "You coming or what?"
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Post by rii on May 12, 2011 11:58:55 GMT -5
"What you've learned," Ba'sun repeated with a slight rise of his brows - it was a touch condescending, as if he felt that Er'ani had learned nothing. Clicking his tongue, Ba'sun paused a few feet away from Er'ani to pivot on heel to gauge the shot the boy took. Had to see with his own eyes what the kid would of seen, and what he might have judged by. "Hm."
With a twist of wrist, Ba'sun flicked the pit of the mango out with his knife. Juices were wiped off the blade before he slipped it back out of play. Only done so he could snatch Er'ani's hand and yawn kid over. Ba'sun didn't let him go right away - he was still annoyed - he and turned Er'ani's palm up to examine it. The older man run his thumb over the pads of Er'ani's fingers and palm to judge for himself how much the kid actually had been practicing. Yeah, it seemed the kid's aim had improved, but it was but one shot and it could as well have been just a lucky one.
"Still aren't seeing worth a shit," It was probably harsher than it had to be - but yeah, annoyed. "You're too cocky kid and with no reason to be." Ba'sun lifted his arm and arced his hand through the air to trace the path of Er'ani's arrow. Look, he suggested with the gesture. Fucking look kid. "You're an amateur at best. What would you have done if the wind picked up the moment of your shot, carried it just to the right. Do you see what a damn idiot you are yet?"
Shoal was just there past the tree - if Er'ani's shot had missed and fell near Shoal.. No matter that his dragon was there (Ekarth could manage a small puncture wound) but if it had hit Shoal. Ba'sun had already lost two children, Faranth only knew what the man would do if it happened a third time. Calm down O'ssun. The arrow did not misss. Doesn't make a damn bit of different, he still didn't see what he did. To Er'ani Ba'sun spoke, "If you were anyone else I would have knocked out your teeth by now."
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Post by rii on May 12, 2011 11:12:13 GMT -5
Ah, but who would believe she had found him without physical proof or a second witness. In the end it hardly mattered. Quintrell was back at the weyr whether he liked it or not. The latter applied, but since Yoalla was the first person he had encountered since returning, it wasn't all that bad. Up here she said, and Quintrell's head naturally tilted back to peer into the darkness of the branches. Despite having better night vision that most people (that didn't frequent the night), Quintrell would be hard pressed to really find anything without his wher's help.
So she was up in the trees - it made the thief wonder how much she had over-heard him talking to his salamandyr. Considering she was teasing him about being found, and not about who the 'fatso man' had been, Trell was willing to bet on 'not much' had been heard. Quintrell slowly moved along the path, his gaze in the trees as he followed the sound of Yoalla's voice. He smiled, shamelessly so, when she finally came into view.
"Oh you'll hafta get pretty close," the thief shifted his wait over one foot as the green handler stalked forward. He had two choices, either spring away like some wary alley cat to avoid being 'caught'. Or.. "At least you will if ya wanna find out what I brought-cha back." Cue grin. It could be a lie, it could be the truth; the thief was more than ready to elaborate on some spur of the moment story. On the other hand, he could just be trying to lure Yoalla close enough to catch her instead.
Quintresk rumbled pleasantly to Yosk, taking a moment to look back over his shoulder at the two handler. The brown didn't see what why His was having fun playing at whatever 'game' they were doing. The long tail tip flicked in a dismissing matter - it was pointless at times to try and make sense of the folly that went through his handler's mind. Quintresk stepped forward, brushing shoulder lightly against Yosk's in passing and silent invitation for her to join him in a walk.
He shared with her the scents, sounds and sights of the town he and his had visited. It looked a lot different than the weyr, he added along with images of the rows upon rows of buildings built of wood and stone. No caves, no river. Scent paths leading every which way, and at night the humans were replaced by small creatures - feline and canines that roamed the streets looking for scraps.
The people there, though, were very unkind when they happened to spot a wher walking the streets.
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Post by rii on May 9, 2011 15:52:08 GMT -5
The over-sized hat had been more for Shoal's entertainment. The toddler like the way and wiggled and flopped around his ears and it seemed to provide countless moment of amusement for the two-turn old to take the hat off, put it on, then return it to Ba'sun's head. They were outside today, along with Ba'sun's the ever nearby Ekarth and Aello. The creche women had been complaining to Ba'sun about Kirvene's continuous attempts to escape them. The child held no fear about wandering off alone. Ba'sun had given the women a good pout, commenting that little Kirvy only wanted to play outside.
So, with Shoal leading him with a deathgrip to his fingers, Ba'sun had half-lead and half-followed the kid outside. As usually Shoal lead them near the herdbeast pen - it was either there or the runners they ended up near. Kid seemed to get a giggle out of the heardbeasts that spooked because of swooping dragons. Currently, as Ba'sun took a chance to recline against the trunk of the tree, Shoal was wandering along with Ekarth trying to 'squash bugs'. Aello thought it was more fun to scoop the bugs up in her mouth and chomp them down - this too Shoal found amusing.
Thunk
Ba'sun flinched, body beginning to coil protectively inward on itself in reaction. He knew what the sound translated to - arrow. The only thing that kept him from rolling aside and out of view was the fruit that fell through the wide brim of his hat and hit his lap. Hard. The bluerider grunted, glad it hadn't winded him. He picked up the mango, turned it over his palm before looking up at the arrow embedded in the tree trunk. From there he estimated the course the arrow took, his eyes falling on Er'ani just as the kid saw fit to shout.
Cheeky little sod.
Ah, the sstudent returnss. Ekarth mused to his rider alone. Ba'sun hadn't felt right forcing Er'ani into learning from him. He'd told his blue that if someone wanted to learn they need to come to him on their own free will... not be dropped at his feet by his dragon. Hiss aim hass improved. "Yeah, well I don't much like him shooting at me when Kirv is here." Grumpy. Did the fruit hurt yoooou?
Grunting, Ba'sun flipped off the floppy hat before standing. He seized the lowest branch of the tree and pulled him higher until he could pull the arrow out of the bark. It was a short drop back to the ground, all of which Ba'sun made look effortless despite his age. Really, he wasn't that old, but it was hard to argue when everyone else around him was all of fifteen turns. "Doesn't look like his arrow making has improved much." Flew sstraight enough. Sshould give him the benefit of the doubt O'ssun. "You know I won't. If he wants to learn, it's my way."
A narrowed look was shot across the field to Er'ani. The arrow was slipped through his belt loop and in it's place Ba'sun pulled a knife. He took a last glance where Shoal was safely with Ekarth before heading toward the Er'ani. The knife cut into the mango as he walked. "Yeah?" His voice raised to a level Er'ani could hear it clearly. "And why's that?"
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Post by rii on May 9, 2011 12:37:44 GMT -5
Den of iniquity - he liked that. Tell-tale by the way a smile slid across his features. If he was meant to bothered by the mention of a boyfriend-turned-weyrmate, Ba'sun didn't show it. He continued to tote the healer through the hall as his latest catch. In the end he was far too weyr-bred. Jealous weyrmates were the least of his concerns these days. "He sounds fussy."
It was toned playfully - because if that was the man Kalierre wanted to make happy, well that was her choice. Lucky man. Ba'sun set Kalierre down on the counter (to sit) as he looked around for any available food. A hand settled on eitehr side of the woman's legs, and Ba'sun leaned forward enough just to prevent her from giving him a good kick (or at least lessen the blow if she managed it). Could never be too careful with the dragon lady. She had a certain fiery spirit about her. "I've found that a fed woman nags less. Even more so when it's chocolates and wine."
Again that playful smile lite up Ba'sun's face. The chuckle a little higher than a whisper. Slowly he drew away, moving backwards to keep his gaze on the dragon lady. Giving her more than enough room to escape. "It might be presumptuous of me," What, with the cane still neatly sheathed through his belt loop. "But I'm fairly sure I can run faster than you."
He lifted the edge of a sheet covering a tray of meat rolls. His gaze only leaving Kalierre for the briefest of moments. Although he held a certain fondness for the woman, part of him wouldn't put it past her to sneak a knife up her sleeve to make a stab at him later. To prove him wrong on the part of being able to escape him, or because of some secretly held grudge. Ba'sun was the resident turn-cloak. Privately he had come terms with the high possibility of his death coming with a noose around his neck. "If you're good though.." And don't try and hobble-run away from him, or try and cut him open. "I'll give you a piggy back ride instead of toting you around like a sack of grain."
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Post by rii on May 9, 2011 10:55:53 GMT -5
What the–
Jenna swatted at the air as if the salamandyr was little more than a fat runnerfly about to clumsily collide into her face. She didn't know what the critter was blathering on about until she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes. Ae'on. Hmph. Finally come out of his infirmary cubby-hole? Tch. Jenna couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him. Versaith and Sfelyth played, but the healer never came tethered along with the blue. Although, the babbling green salamandyr seemed to be tugging Ae'on on by an invisible string.
Twirling the short spear, Jenna snorted as she took it in both hands and pointed the sharp head in Ae'on's direction. A brow arch in scrutiny of Me's boast. Oh, he did not just refer to her as just girl. "That flabby fussybutt?" Jenna side-stepped, stalking around her 'prey' while keeping the spear leveled at him. Far enough away, of course, though she doubt that would detour the fuzzy healer from complaining about a weapon being pointed at him. Might hurt someone - well duh. Her steps were smooth; Jenna had grown a good second inch over her weyrlinghood and her body had finished out the curves that marked her as a woman. Though, Jenna still kept to the practice of wrapping her chest to not make her bust so pronounced. She didn't want big jiggly blobs of fat sticking out the front of her chest. No thanks.
"I'm hunting for more impressive quarry," Yes, now she remembered the last time she had really seen Ae'on. At the gather when he was sucking face with some older woman. She skimmed past the healer, almost bumping him with the blunt end of her spear as she moved toward the trees. "Shouldn't you be hiding in the infirmary? It's too dangerous out here for someone as delicate such as yourself."
The ribbing of the healer - lacking any malice despite whatever the healer might hear - was perhaps connected to Versaith's playful nature once she spotted her blue playmate winging her direction. The green twisted in on herself, changing direction in the blink of an eye without losing any momentum. She spun playfully up into higher skies, only to streamline herself and slip under and past Sfelyth with enough speed to tug at the air he used to keep afloat. Oh she had seen him participate in the flights of their sisters. Versaith had watched them - studied them. So when she flew, no one was going to catch her. Been busy brother dear?
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Post by rii on May 8, 2011 22:26:52 GMT -5
It was becoming difficult, F'lix noted with closing eyes and arms wrapping around his love, becoming difficult to remember the question he'd ask, and then to listen to the answer. Why did he bother asking anything in the first place? There were more enjoyable things to do with mouth and tongue. Mentally cursing, F'lix emitted a soft growl in response to the teeth. The younger rider's eyes opened to better focus on something other than the feel of F'ur's body next to his own. He settled his hands on either side of Fur's hips and drew a step away to add space.
"Oh. That." Cue a moment or two for F'lix's mind to catch up to form more words. "They should have robbed the northern tithes more. Er - well, he knows it's them, is all I mean. Sooner or later he'll catch them. Not like they can stop if they are trying to support a small weyr of people.."
One shoulder raised in an ambiguous shrug - both to the mild concern to warn the group of exiles and to F'ur's suggestion that they could go look for them. Right now, no, maybe later. "What about the others that are with you? They're probably expecting you.." Shouldn't leave them behind without a word. F'lix wasn't all that certain if he wanted to see them - or anyone other than F'ur. Quietly F'lix put forth his sort of decision on the matter. "I'd like to get Saboth around dragons that might remember him.. Ino.. Onyth.."
Later.
F'lix's fingers curled around Fur's waistband. A mischievous curve to his lips as he tugged the old man near, only to let him go and make a turn for his dragon. He made it a stride before pivoting, head cocking to the side, "Well?"
Lilitu hissed to herself as she watched the grass twitch sporadically with Terror's flight. That fool, no doubt he would get himself gobbled up by some tunnel snake and then what would she do? The dark green was just standing, shifting down Saboth's neck with intentions of fetching Terror, thoroughly scolding him, then shoving him into some crevice. Only the pale blue ended up trembling at her feet without her having to retrieve him.
Fool, She licked the top of his head. Not safe. Terror not fool, but fool. The fact Lilitu didn't bite or smack her clutchbrother showed enough she appreciated his words; that she cared for him more than she would ever admit. The affection didn't last long, as she bit down on the side of Terror's frill and forcefully dragged him further along Saboth - only a short ways before letting go and nudging him toward the crevices between the riding leather, blanket and dragon skin. Surely her frightful brother would find something to worry about, but it would be the safer spot for now.
The green hardly gave the blue time to protest, grabbing and pulling the blue into the shadows with her.. where she curled around him, tail twining with his as she settled her head on top of his back. Her eyes fell to a close - she missed simper - her fool.
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Post by rii on May 8, 2011 22:17:17 GMT -5
Quintresk paused, for half a step, as his head lifted to peer into the dark foliage pressing in around them. He sniffed at the air, curious, and after a couple thoughtful side-to-side ticks of his long tail tip, the brown wher continued on after his handler. The thief didn't have long to wonder over his wher's sudden interest before he heard the voice. It didn't scare him, per say, but the impulse Trell did pull back on was the one to duck into the trees and run. He didn't like being caught.
Guru, on the other hand, scrambled down Quintrell's shirt collar at once. Assuring his that it wasn't because he was scared. It was just cold out.
"That so," Trell smirked at the pale wher blocking their path. Yosk - belonging to one Yoalla; and about the only wher handler Quintrell cared to acknowledge. Surely it had nothing to do with there being a severe lack of green handlers that were female. Or heck, female handlers anyway. There was some blue one that was like what, seven? Another one that was three times his age? Feh.
"'less yer gonna come n'pin me down, I dun think you can claim findin' me.." A cautious glance went to Yosk, hoping his brown kept the green wher distracted enough to not get the idea to tackle him. It was more of an invitation to have his lovely (Yes, lovely) captor come out of the shadows and play. "Except if yer with him there. Then tell 'im I'm tired of looking up at his nose hairs when he's try'na be intimidating with all that loom'n while he asks his little questions."
Quintresk ignored Trell's request to find Yosk's handler, favoring to instead move up to Yosk. A pleasant whirl to his eyes as he gently touched his snout against the side of her neck. For obvious reasons the brown thought more fondly of his green sister. It was good to be back, he brushed at her mind, has she been well?
Because Quintresk didn't put it past Eikask to harass Yosk. The silly gold held onto grudges for far too long..
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