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Post by Ember on Aug 13, 2008 0:55:54 GMT -5
A pale brown dragon set down on the sandy 'beach' of the river, lowering himself so that he might let his rider off easier. The short man didn't get down right away though. He undid his dragon's harness first, carefully removing it from the anxious beast. Do hurry up CheMine! I want to swim. It's been tempting me since we got here. The man snorted in amusement. "Hold your runners Rosi! I don't need a soggy harness," Ch'ero said as he finally managed to get it off the fidgeting brown. Rosilinth crooned appreciatively as it fell at his feet, barely managing to keep from running into the water with His still on his back.
"You're acting like a weyrling still Rosi!" The man barely touched ground before the fallow dragon stood to his full height and ran towards the water. Ch'ero watched with amusement at Rosilinth's odd run on land. Dragons certainly weren't built for speed or grace on land. "Go wash that Thread off, Rosilinth!" He hollered to the great hulk. The dragon paused just before the water to look himself over for Thread. Surely he'd be hurting if there was Thread on him? But CheMine...I see nor feel any Thread. Ch'ero burst out laughing at his dragon's perplexed reply. It was always amusing to see Rosilinth's reaction when he said that. "I meant your scars, dear one. You've got no actual Thread on you.
Rosilinth stared at his rider for a moment before entering the refreshing river water. His mental sigh was one of gratitude for the water's cooling effects. The south was a lot warmer than Fort weyr and was oddly dry too. Ohhh, CheMine, it is wonderful! You should join me, Rosilinth said, hopeful that his rider would take his advice. The large dragon reached a point where he could begin swimming instead of just standing. Ch'ero watched as the brown lowered himself into the deeper water. He considered joining Rosilinth but decided just to watch for a little bit.
"How about I swim with you in a little bit Rosi? The sun is really nice right now and I don't find it too hot yet." The brown cast a mental shrug at his rider. He was missing all the fun. Rosilinth stuck his head under the water to look at the bottom of the river. He didn't notice much of anything interesting down there so he quickly brought his head back up. The river is prettier on the surface CheMine. Ch'ero smiled at the dragon's casual remark. "I bet it is. Thanks for telling me!" It didn't really make a difference, but he knew that Rosilinth would like to hear something for the trouble of looking.
Ch'ero's thoughts were occupied with the events that had occurred during the last sevenday or so. He'd arrived and been allowed to stay...that much was obvious from just looking at his surroundings. The Flight happy brown had managed to sneak his way into a green Flight already. That was...not so fun. So you say! Despite that little adventure the brownrider was glad he came to Selenitas. It was a nice change from the war in the north. Nearly eleven turns he'd been fighting. Looking back now he wondered how he stood it that long.
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Post by glamourie on Aug 13, 2008 18:26:46 GMT -5
I want to lay on my rocks! Ciceroth complained as he followed His at a leisurely pace. It didn't take much to keep up with his lifemate when they were on the ground. True, Ka'rys was more agile and easily more graceful (walking tended to make Ciceroth look awkward and uncomfortable, as opposed to how graceful he was in the air), but he wasn't that much faster. The dragon looked as disgruntled as a dragon was capable of looking, his wings folded neatly at his sides, head down and eyes whirling rapid, unpleasant shades. Is this truly necessary, Rysmine?
If you lay on your rocks, I'll be inclined to swim. Down here the current is stronger than I'm comfortable swimming with, with my arm as it is. It's necessary. You can lay in the sand. You like laying in the sand. Why are you complaining? Ka'rys inquired with a casual glance to the bronze moving at his side. His expression was thoughtful. The bronzerider was carrying a bag slung over one shoulder, and in the back was a skin of water, some dried meat, and several copies of the records that he'd grabbed to examine. Specifically, records of the riders and transfers from the north; he was trying to make a point to find out who to have followed (doubtlessly by his firelizard), and who to count as mostly-harmless. Mostly. The southerners tended to mind their own business, anyway; they weren't, usually, very gifted when it came to attacks. Not impossible but a lot less likely. It was easier to display his paranoia when he was not inside with someone to look over his shoulder.
A disgruntled surge of annoyance filled him that was not entirely his own and Ka'rys cast a scolding glance toward Ciceroth. The bronze ceased protesting verbally, but his discontent was undeniable. Unfortunately, Ka'rys had been ignoring those feelings for turns, and he was not about to cave to pouting. Besides, the sand felt better on his bare feet as he moved lazily down the side of the river, looking for the spot with the least amount of foliage to block his light. As soon as he spied such a spot, however, splashing from the river itself sent a chill up his spine and a shade of brown that he recognized made Ka'rys back up, unintentionally moving right into Ciceroth's flank. The bronze leaned his head down to nudge his rider, but Ka'rys's gaze was all for the commotion in the water. His hands moved down to settle on the bag at his side and he stopped, rather than approach the pair. Ka'rys, ever antisocial.
Plopping down in the sand, Ka'rys folded his legs beneath him, only to feel the brace at his back suddenly move. Ciceroth flicked his tail disapprovingly at Ka'rys before taking to wing. Sand kicked up around hm, making the brunet lean his head down to avoid any getting in his eyes, but the bronze did not appear to notice, instead gliding right over toward where Rosilinth and Ch'ero were. There was a nice rock right at the center of the river, breaking up the surge of water moving down stream, and he perched on the rock as though he owned it, both wings flaring around him neatly. Even for a bronze, Ciceroth had an impressive wingspan, almost but not quite disproportionate to his size -- wide and long, built for gliding and sharp turns. The edges of his wings were a deep copper that was vibrantly different from the pale bronze of the sails, and in the light he shined an elegant, brassy hue that made his identity unmistakable. Unlike Ka'rys, who was eager to avoid, Ciceroth was happy - he recognized the pair, or rather, Rosilinth. Why shouldn't he have? There were not very many riders from Fort at Selenitas, and he remembered Rosilinth from when he was younger. They weren't that far apart in age.
Rosilinth, he greeted cheerfully, and was privately rewarded with a sense of alarm and annoyance from Ka'rys. Well, he wouldn't have seen the brown if RysHis hadn't refused to go to his rocks, so he brought it on himself. You are a long way from home.
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Post by Ember on Aug 13, 2008 19:50:10 GMT -5
Ch'ero watched his silly brown swimming about, the current nothing before his strength. Well done Rosi, you beat that current! He cheered sarcastically. That earned a look from Rosilinth but the look didn't linger on him long at all. Curious as to what would attract his dragon's attention so, the boyish looking man turned to see an oddly familiar bronze and their rider. Do we know them Rosilinth? That bronze is awfully familiar. The dragon didn't reply but Ch'ero could feel his excitement through their bond. That was as good as a yes so the brown rider smiled and waved. He'd likely recognize the man closer up.
Ch'ero started to head towards the other rider while the bronze flew over to Rosilinth. Looks like both preferred like company right now. As he got closer he did indeed recognize the other man. He could never have imagined meeting Ka'rys again in such a place. It was rather odd but there were only three weyrs to go to anymore. A Fort rider would never go to Benden....with the exception of that traitorous S'rei. "Wow, who would have thought I would see you here Ka'rys." Ch'ero was rather proud that he managed to remember the man's name. "It's been a while. Ciceroth looks well," he added politely. He looked Ka'rys over and came to the conclusion that he looked pretty much the same as he remembered.
Rosilinth was happy to let Ch'ero talk with Ka'rys so long as he could do the same with Ciceroth. When the bronze landed on the rock the fallow brown dragon swam closer. Some might think that such a heavy looking brown wouldn't be too good at swimming but Rosilinth was quite good at it. Ciceroth! I should say. CheMine made me come all the way out here. I don't really mind it though. The sun is nice and warm and I can swim a lot in this river. Do you and Yours like it here?
Hearing Rosilinth's side of the conversation amused Ch'ero and he couldn't help but put his mark in. I didn't make you do anything. You wanted to come too, you great wherry! Rosilinth didn't reply but the boy-man knew he'd been heard at the scarred dragon's next comment. CheMine is arguing and saying he didn't make me come here at all, but he was definitely the one who wanted to come more. Rosilinth generally made a point to win most of the time. Ch'ero was more than used to it by now.
The short rider unzipped his shirt and sat down on the sand not to ofar and not too close to Ka'rys. From what he remembered the bronze rider had never been overly social and he didn't want to make him edgy. "You've been down here a heck of a lot longer than me, how do you find it? And how different are the southerners from the people in the north?" The latter of the two questions may seem a bit of an odd thing to ask someone you haven't seen in a while, but it was one Ch'ero was dying to have answered.
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Post by glamourie on Aug 14, 2008 4:22:03 GMT -5
... He didn't know. The thought amused Ka'rys far more than he was willing to admit, as he lifted his head and looked up at Ch'ero, whose name returned to him upon recognition of the brown that accompanied him. There weren't many Fort riders that, like him, looked younger than they were, and were decidedly small in build. Ka'rys was shockingly youthful in appearance. He'd Impressed at fifteen, but he could've passed for ten even then; he'd always looked remarkably young for his age, and it had been a detriment in his early Turns. In recent turns it was a nice change. By the time he was old enough to be considered old, he would likely appreciate it considerably more. He recognized Ch'ero enough to know that the brownrider was older than him, though. He'd Impressed at the clutch that Grenostith laid right before the one that had hatched Ciceroth. He remembered it rather vividly, because Ch'ero's Rosilinth had been sired by Jrenth - while Ciceroth had not. It was one of the funnier things about Fort. Grenostith was almost never caught by the same dragon twice, and Ciceroth was the result of her union with a bronze called Fiolath, who had been surprisingly coppery in tone. The physical appearance was definitely defined in Ciceroth's brilliant hide. While Ka'rys would have followed D'loro pretty much into the dark without hesitation, he couldn't scorn Fiolath for siring his lifemate. There was nothing about Ciss that he would've changed.
Nearly five turns Ka'rys had been at Selenitas, and for some of that, he was Weyrleader. It was amusing to find that the brownrider was unaware, and Ka'rys did not correct him. As amusing as it would have been to see his reaction, Ka'rys was not attached to the position, as he was certain he wouldn't be keeping it. No, he was sure his Ciceroth could contend easily with any bronze at Selenitas (or on Pern, in his opinion), there was the simple fact that he didn't like being Weyrleader, and he didn't think Ciceroth was overly fond of Aslath. He'd never speak ill of her, but that didn't mean they were close. The other thing that amused him was that Ch'ero did not seem to realize... who he was. Which meant that he hadn't paid much attention to him at Fort. Not many people had. Who would? Ka'rys - born Kamerarys - had been little more than a mute child running around. A few of the ranking riders, at the time of his Impression, recognized that he was Kamerai's younger brother. But most didn't. The bronzeriders for the most part seemed thrilled enough, though. One less to compete with.
"He's exceptional," Ka'rys replied with a defiant flick of his wrist, "if you ignore that he seems to be delighted with the prospect of irritating me because I refused to let him lay around on a cluster of rocks he is particularly fond of. Last time I did, I found myself deep in conversation with a gold weyrlingrider that was hardly something I would like to do on a daily basis." He shook his head. Nothing wrong with Savitri or Hepaticath, of course.. Ka'rys just didn't like people.
They just... showed up? No one had done anything to inquire why? Ka'rys made a mental note to run a security measure by Shmee. Something needed to be done about riders from the north just popping in unannounced. While he didn't propose Fort-style interrogations, he did think they needed to be watched more closely. He smiled outwardly, fake but pleasant enough, and kept that thought to himself. If Ch'ero didn't realize what his official rank was, Ka'rys did not intend to tell him. "They're softer," he replied with a slight shrug. "Less used to being attacked, fighting to survive. Benden is dragging Selenitas into the war, though, so they'll have to change that." His gaze turned up toward the sky. "Over-all they're a hospitable bunch, but don't underestimate them. There's a surprising resilience in this Weyr not present in the north; a surprising will to survive, despite the challenges and their inadequacy. Amidst the death and destruction that Selenitas has endured in the four turns, there seems to be a constant feeling of hope and preservation - a kind of subtle strength that could be respected if acknowledged by all people involved." In other words, if Shmee would let them, Selenitas could be an impressive defense force. The people there seemed to genuinely like it there, and would fight to protect it. It was just a shame that Shmee did not recognize the potential. Then again, maybe he was being too hard on her. Maybe it wasn't entirely her fault. Hnn.
Ciceroth's tail curled tighter around his rock and he leaned his head down to get a better look at Rosilinth before crooning approvingly. Rysmine would say that Selenitas has made us weak; made us soft. I like it here. There is no fear of death, of being attacked in the night, and very little to fear of those we care for dying. Rysmine believes that I am wrong; I see that I am right. It is safer here, and safer is better, Ciceroth explained, with no small amount of amusement. That man allowed you to simply leave? Rysmine detests him; he finds him like Morsrath's. And he named C'leon over R'anatar. Some people might have found that an interesting fact. Ciceroth held no hatred for C'leon. He didn't think he was worth the acknowledgment. Or are you here on rest?
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Post by Ember on Aug 14, 2008 14:49:11 GMT -5
Ch'ero would have laughed to know that Ka'rys was weyrleader. That quiet little boy from Fort weyr? He was just barely able to recognize him as it was because he hadn't left much of an impression on him before he'd left Fort weyr. Ch'ero recalled that Ciceroth wasn't one of Jrenth's. That explained the bronze's much more vibrant colouring than Rosilinth's pale brown. Yes, it was starting to come back to him. He didn't think any less of the man or his dragon because he had been sired by another bronze though. Impressing a dragon was always special, no matter the dragon's lineage. To think up until pretty recently Ch'ero would have thought differently.
He grinned at what Ka'rys told him of Ciceroth. "Dragons are incredibly good at annoying their riders," Ch'ero commented with amusement. "I'd take a chat with a goldweyrling over a couple of the mornings I've had after a green flight." That one time had been an especially awkward wake up. He shook his head at the memory. Rosilinth had yet to Fly a green that had a rider that Ch'ero was interested in. Maybe things would be different in this weyr. Ka'rys confirmed a lot of things were different.
Though Ka'rys didn't tell him that he was weyrleader, Ch'ero would find that out eventually. For now he was just getting used to the new surroundings and apparently he'd have to get used to being a little more lax. Okay, okay, so the latter wasn't overly hard for him. "Benden seems determined to destroy the peace everywhere. I hope that this weyr realizes that strength sooner rather than later because when Benden's ready to attack Selenitas they won't hold back."
Rosilinth listened to Ciceroth and found himself agreeing with the bronze. Yes, it does appear much more peaceful here. CheMine can sleep without worry again. So can I but I always slept well anyways. The brown's voice was full of amusement too despite the somewhat serious nature of the conversation. Oh, no he certainly did not. CheMine and I left in the night. I suppose we'll cause a bit of a fuss but CheMine couldn't stand it there anymore.
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Post by glamourie on Aug 20, 2008 5:20:48 GMT -5
"That just depends on the goldrider," Ka'rys replied, giving Ch'ero a curious look. It wasn't an entirely honest statement though. Ciceroth had quite the penchant for chasing greens with male riders at Fort and it had been more than unpleasant for a young man who was decidedly small to start with. The fact was, he didn't like waking up wound around something male. In fact, it made his heart beat entirely too fast and he fled as fast as he could, as far as he could. Fortunately none of them had decided to cling or Ka'rys might have had to hurt someone. No, the greenrider that decided to cling to him had been with child. She'd been something of a Weyrmate until he left for Selenitas, four turns previous. It felt like an eternity. "And on the greenrider, of course." He shrugged. "Some of the greenriders here, I would prefer Savitri over. Most of them, in fact. She's not unpleasant. I am certain that you will get to meet her soon enough. Her Hepaticath does not seem to have any problem approaching various dragons to talk to them, whether her rider likes it or not." At least, it seemed that way from how calmly the pair had come up to him and Ciss, but then, Ciceroth was quite approachable.
And Ka'rys? Well, Ka'rys was not. Most people did not like conversing with him because he did not like talking about himself very much, or his reasons for doing things. He was secretive by nature and nothing was ever going to change that. He was fairly sure that secretiveness had earned more than one person's disapproval and he felt certain that it was a big part of why he had no real... friends or close associates at Selenitas. Not that he cared much. Friendship and close associations only went so far.
"You were at Fort when Benden attacked the last two times. They killed a bunch of the Weyrlings from Fath's last clutch," he said quietly, but with no amount of gravity in his voice. "Gold Weyrlingrider Paryal was among them, but she was not the only one - there were quite a few who lost their lives, and for nothing. We were attacked by Benden at Millieth's first Hatching as well. Fortunately, Aslath's last one went off without a hitch, and it shouldn't be long before Millieth is in the air again." His gaze flicked over toward Rosilinth. "Does he chase queens?" There were plenty of greens around to chase, too, though. If Ka'rys were completely honest with himself, he'd have to admit most of the greenriders were attractive in their own way. Except that Lura woman. The only times he'd seen her, she was unpleasant, and Ka'rys honestly believed someone needed to slap sense into her.
You have not been assigned to a wing yet? Rysmine says you will probably be put on the Heatwave Wing as they are down a brownrider and could use more skilled riders, as the Weyrwomen are not very old or experienced. Did the Weyrwoman oversee your transfer? Ciceroth inquired curiously. Or was it one of the Juniors? Rysmine did not even know you transferred here, you and yours; he finds that very odd and so do I. Do not worry. That man is unlikely to follow you here for now. If he follows Jrenth's bonded's plans, he won't be bothering Selenitas, and even if he kicks up a fuss, you won't be made to leave. This is the Weyr of misfits and runaways. There was no small amount of pride in his voice as Ciceroth explained that. He was not ashamed. Selenitas would prove that misfits and runaways were strong in their own right soon enough. It was a much more welcoming environment than the north, after all.
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Post by Ember on Aug 30, 2008 23:08:13 GMT -5
Ch'ero grinned at the reply from Ka'rys. He was curious to meet the young weryling now. He promised himself he'd remember the name of either the rider or her queen for whenever they met. "Too right you are. I hope I get the opportunity to meet Savitri and Hepaticath. Rosilinth wouldn't mind another buddy." His voice was tinged with amusement as he glanced at the brown in the water. "So with Hepaticath that makes three queens at Selenitas if I'm not mistaken. This weyr is starting to become more than 'a little weyr in the South.'" Ch'ero couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It was no wonder the North was starting to pay more attention to them now.
He frowned at Benden's dirty tricks. Attacking weyrlings, especially a gold weyrling! The deaths of the others did not go unnoticed but the death of a gold dragon was a very sad thing. Ch'ero didn't comment on the subject and nor would he dwell on it long. He was done with being that type of person. He was glad to hear that there would be a gold flight again. Hatchings were always so great to watch! He still remembered the joy of Impressing Rosilinth. Ch'ero had been so proud and happy on that day. It was great to watch others find that kind of happiness too. Heck he remembered watching Ka'rys Impress.
Mention of Rosilinth Chasing a gold made Ch'ero grimace. "He would if I let him. I have no interest in becoming Weyrleader." It was just about the only time Rosilinth didn't Fly for a female. He made Ch'ero pay for it by going after the greens. "It's too much work to run a weyr and I'm pretty sure I'd just end up slacking off," he added by way of explanation. "Speaking of Weyrleader, I haven't really paid much attention to what's been going on down here, who is the Weyrleader?" The reply would be pretty darn surprising when he heard it.
The Weyrwoman's Wing? This will be amusing news for CheMine. I know we will do our best no matter who leads us though. Rosilinth paused in answering the question. He couldn't think exactly who it was. They had been allowed to stay and that's all that mattered. His tone was apologetic when he replied. I do not know. I wasn't paying much attention at that point. I did meet a nice young bronze named Jedirth though. We had a very nice chat! And we appreciate being counted as one of those runaways. The brown pair would learn to be proud of their Southern home too.
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Post by glamourie on Sept 2, 2008 6:06:11 GMT -5
"Three queens," Ka'rys agreed with a slight nod. "Senior Queen Aslath looks to Shmee, and gold Millieth Rises soon. The bronzes all can feel it; I asked about golds simply because when she's in the air, I expect Millieth would be pleased to have as many chasers as she can." He couldn't fault Ch'ero for not wanting to become Weyrleader. Ka'rys certainly didn't, though his reasons were a lot more simple - he just hated the spotlight. Laziness wasn't something he was that badly afflicted with. "Hepaticath is the youngest, she's about four and a half months old, from Aslath's latest clutch. She looks to apprentice healer Savitri. We're still a ridiculously under-staffed and under-powered Weyr, particularly in comparison to Benden and Fort, but we get by for the most part. Three queens is definitely a perk, though there's an embarrassing lack of bronzes of any age. I believe Cyanth, Ermieth, Rath and Ciceroth are among the oldest here. Very few..." He shook his head slowly. No, the amount of bronzes was a staggering low, in all honesty. Competent bronzeriders was even lower. The thought made his head hurt.
Ch'ero's question, however, made all of his annoyance subside in one huge wave of amusement. R'anatar was letting Fort fall so far, that the Weyrleaders of Selenitas were not well known to everyone? Hah! As if it was a surprise. Ka'rys detested that man on such a primal level as to be a frightening force. There was nothing about R'anatar that he found bearable - he was reminded very strongly of C'leon in the worst possible way, except that C'leon had never personally offended him. He just assumed that Bendenites were born with a mental deficiency. R'anatar had no right to lead any Weyr. More than once, Ka'rys had considered sneaking back to Fort to do away with him. He was certain he could pull it off if he tried. Ch'ero was tempting him more and more...
Alas, the brownrider's question deserved an answer, but Ka'rys was in a peculiar mood. Perhaps it was cynicism, or honest playfulness. Whatever his motives, when he turned to look at Ch'ero, he replied quite seriously, "S'rei of Salenth. You recall who he is I expect." Shmee would probably not be pleased, but considering how often she'd scorned him for not being S'rei, he deemed it due payback. Besides, S'rei had more authority than he did considering he was the Weyrwoman's weyrmate. "He's Shmee of Aslath's Weyrmate. R'non of Rath is the Junior Weyrleader; Rath caught Millieth the last time that she rose. Wingleaders are S'rei of Blizzard, N'tia of Cyclone, Shmee of Heatwave and myself of Maelstrom. Kemma of Milleth is the candidate master, and F'rah of Styth is the Weyrlingmaster. I think that about covers who all you need to know, unless you want wingsecond names, too." Funny, how he so easily remembered all of the names.
Rysmine, you shouldn't lie, Ciceroth scolded privately, but his attention was mostly on Rosilinth, so he barely noticed the amusement he got in response to his comment. His eyes whirled pleasantly. Jedrith. I have very little experience with him, but I am glad you received an appropriate welcome. You might have done better to officially check in, though. Selenitas is not as hard on it as that place but there are some procedures to be followed - both so you can receive assignments, and so that your reasons for being here are known to the Weyrleaders. Ciceroth waved his tail, creating ripples in the water. Did something happen that made Yours want to leave?
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Post by Ember on Sept 2, 2008 16:57:39 GMT -5
Ch'ero definitely made sure to remember the weyrwoman and junior weyrwoman, along with their dragons. That's a rather important thing to know about your own weyr. "Golds always have liked a bunch of males chasing them. Rosilinth is a pretty big brown but I doubt he could handle a gold flight," he commented lightly. He had never wished his lifemate be anything but what he was and he wasn't about to start just because he wasn't a bronze. He didn't care much about ranks anyways. The lack of bronzes was more troubling. "The clutches ought to help with that, but they'll need to grow first." A good number of Bronzes were needed in any weyr, fighting or peaceful.
Ch'ero shared Ka'rys' dislike of Fort's current weyrleader. He was an absolutely useless bronzerider in general, never mind a leader of any kind. If Ka'rys ever planned an assassination he could count the brownrider in. When Ka'rys replied Ch'ero was genuinely surprised. How could anyone keep a filthy rat like S'rei as weyrleader? He forced himself to calm down and remember that they were now of the same weyr, one of which he didn't think revenge was approved of. Selenitas was a place of new starts...even S'rei ought to be given the chance. After all, Ch'ero had been given the chance too, hadn't he?
He reluctantly nodded, confirming he remembered S'rei. Ah, R'non...He knew that man too. The junior weyrleader had been he one who let Ch'ero stay. He already knew remembering the wingleaders and other masters wouldn't be an easy feat, but that's what knots were for. Besides, most people had a tendency to introduce themselves. "I think that's quite enough names for now," amusement was clear in his voice, "but thank you. I'll know who to come to if I need to learn more names." He said that but knew that Ka'rys probably didn't know everyone's name.
Rosilinth remembered how he met Jedirth and His met Jedirth's with some amusement. Curiosity! The details of it were already fading from the brown's mind. Yes, I was quite happy to meet him. CheMine likes Jedirth's too. I do so like when we can both make friends, he said, pausing momentarily to glean some information from Ch'ero. Apparently we did check in. CheMine tells me that he met with Rath's. Confusion tinged the brown's tone before he remembered something. Oh yes! Actually...I guess I mean no. I fell asleep while I waited for CheMine to finish talking with Rath's. So I believe something happened to make CheMine want to stay, Rosilinth explained apologetically.
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Post by glamourie on Sept 4, 2008 15:20:51 GMT -5
"You don't give him near enough credit. You should let him try," Ka'rys suggested, though why, he didn't know. It was not as though he honestly cared. If he had to be totally blunt he could admit to himself that a big part of why he wanted more chasers for Millieth was that the ones who lost would be more inclined to chase Aslath, and thus, it was less likely that Ciceroth would win. Oh, that was selfish on his part he was sure -- he knew Ciceroth would not take very kindly to losing (and indeed, the very thought made the bronze send a wave of agitation his way), but being stuck with Shmee again made Ka'rys want to bash his head off a wall. The very idea was terrifying. Yes, the more options that Aslath had, the better it ultimately would be for him -- although he doubted that the Senior Queen would be caught by a brown under normal circumstances. Too many bronzes on her tail. The thought made his head throb slightly, and he nodded slightly; hopefully Millieth would give them a few more bronzes, but... he wasn't holding his breath. Nothing against Millieth specifically, just that... well, Ka'rys was a pessimist.
The slightly visible discomfort at the mention of S'rei reassured Ka'rys slightly. He didn't say anything, though, instead choosing to watch the brownrider in interest. Most people at Fort did not have a very high opinion of the former Selenitas Weyrleader, and that Ch'ero shared his opinion amused him. What he would do to see S'rei's face when Ch'ero ran into him. Surely Ch'ero knew what S'rei looked like - they were bound to run into one another. He bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing at the visual. He was sure he'd get to hear about it at some point but - aaah, anticipation.
Smirking, Ka'rys nodded in agreement, "I do make a point of getting to know the names of all the ranking riders." He kind of had to, given that he was Weyrleader. Aside from the bit about S'rei, he'd been truthful, too. He knew all the people of rank's faces, names, titles, and their dragon's names if applicable. That was, in part, Fort-breeding coming out though. He made a point to know every little detail if he could help it, even the ones people found trivial. Nothing was trivial and everything could be useful. "Although, you could just as easily consult the Archives as they have a proper record of every rider and their rank, kept up to date. It'd be good to memorize those ones, though, as that's who you'll meet most often. On the subject -- Kalierre of Green Phremath is the resident Dragonhealer, and you should make a point to know her name as well; she'll probably be on the same wing as you."
You checked in with Rath's? Oh, good. Ka'rys liked Rath's, for some reason. Ciceroth didn't know why, and he didn't care to think about it much. I hope that you like it here. Selenitas has some very nice sunning spots. The drumheights at sunrise are excellent perches, too, and when it rains, the thunder echoes through the canyon. Rysmine likes that sound. Does yours like the storms? Rysmine says it isn't that odd, but I find it strange; I don't much like the sound of the thunder. It hasn't been raining much lately. Oh! Do you like the Little Cousins?
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Post by Ember on Sept 4, 2008 16:29:26 GMT -5
Ch'ero considered the former Fort bronzerider's words with a slight frown. He knew he ought to believe in Rosilinth a little more but hearing it from another rider annoyed him a bit. "Perhaps so. Bronzes do tend to have better chances with queens than with greens, and he's closer in size than other browns," he commented. He did have a bit of a hard time imagining Rosilinth in a queen flight though. Then again, was letting Rosilinth chase worth the risk of becoming the Junior Weyrleader? Ch'ero knew the answer was, of course, a yes. He would do anything for his beloved brown. "It can't hurt to let him chase her I suppose...." If a brown did Fly a queen the clutch generally didn't have as many bronzes and no queens and right now Selenitas seemed to need more of the larger colour dragons. Choices, choices...
Despite knowing he'd have to accept S'rei as one of his peers again the brownrider had no doubt he'd have a few choice words to tell the traitor. Seeing him in a busier place was probably the safest bet. With an audience it wasn't likely to come to blows. Ch'ero would rather it not get that far. Generally punching the weyrleader was not a good idea if you wanted to stay in the weyr. Now if he agitated S'rei enough to punch Ch'ero first that would be a completely different story. Probably when they met he'd find out who the real weyrleader was too.
Ch'ero admitted mentally that knowing that much was smart. He ran throught the names Ka'rys had already told him again, struggling a little towards the end of the list. He only memorized all of the names at Fort because he'd been there for a long time. "The Archives sound very handy," he said sarcastically, although there was amusement in his voice too. "And this wing, Rosilinth tells me, is the queens wing. Knowing the names of those I'll be flying with is probably a good idea, so I'll definitely be checking out those Archives soon." Ch'ero grinned in amusement. He had never been much of a researcher but then again he'd never had much of a need before.
Rosilinth closed his first eyelids and dipped his head under the water for a moment, sighing mentally with pleasure as the cool water did its job. He came up a moment later. Thankfully mindspeech wasn't affected by water or walls. I do very much like it here! I especially like the water though. Yours likes the thunder? CheMine does not like it nor dislikes it. It is just another storm to him. I don't like thunder either. The question caught the brown by surprise and he blinked his big, multifaceted eyes. Yes, I very much like the Little Cousins. They are quite cute and small. Most definitely small, Rosilinth said contemplatively.
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Post by glamourie on Sept 5, 2008 2:36:48 GMT -5
"We've only got a handful of bronzes, really, not that many. Ciceroth won't be Chasing Millieth. That leaves... hmm.. Minoath, Bearinth, Kirayuth, Corinth, Cyanth and Rinth, really. That's not that hefty competition, considering that Minoath, Rinth, Kirayuth and Corinth are all extremely young. Bearinth and Cyanth would be the biggest competition, I think." He'd definitely left Salenth out of the list of names, because it seemed to him that Ch'ero had bought his little lie hook, line and sinker; he wasn't about to botch it by revealing that Salenth might chase another queen. Of course, pointing out that Ciceroth wasn't going to be chasing probably would garner some odd looks too -- but Ka'rys was okay with that; he could reply without lying if it came down to it. He had very little in the way of ambition and was just as happy to not have to deal with the effects of a queen flight. He very highly doubted that Aslath would let Ciceroth stay anyway. She was possessive over Salenth, true, but technically until she flew again she had a claim to Ciceroth. He didn't like that very much, but it was true anyway... and Ciceroth respected her enough not to do anything so blatantly insulting as chase another queen before she Rose again. Silly bronze and his sentimental streak.
Nodding slightly, Ka'rys smiled. "Very likely Heatwave Queen's Wing, yes. Wingleader is Shmee of Aslath, Wingsecond is Kaegan of Millieth. Aryna of Dramuth is on that wing, along with Darya of Azrath, C'le of Enouth, and Kalierre of Phremath. The rest of the wing is Religna of Ith, Ciara of Toryth, Gina of Dasmonth -- that green thinks she's a queen, putting her on that wing may not have been the best idea -- R'lor of Yiminth and Zylia of Viviath. You'd do well to remember all of them. I'm not sure when the Weyrwoman has her drills set, though." He shook his head slowly. "I'm sure Aslath will have no problem alerting you when the time comes. That wing is mostly young riders, with Aryna, Darya, C'le and yourself as exceptions. You'll probably end up setting an example; hope you're up to the challenge. I'm pretty sure that Shmee set her drills in a grassy area last time and ended up burning the ground around her... and herself. I don't remember exact details. I'd recommend sticking near Kalierre. She's got a bit of a smart mouth, but she's dead quick when it comes to learning and understanding, and her green is extraordinarily friendly."
Most people would probably not say that Kalierre had a smart mouth, but every time Ka'rys had encountered her, she had no problem being sarcastic to a level that was almost embarrassing. The way she completely demolished A'noan with words was highly entertaining, but also very sarcastic and a touch out of line. Similarly, her temper flaring at him through Ciceroth had also been out of line. Ka'rys was more patient with her simply because he was not eager to scold the only dragonhealer at the Weyr, and because he assumed that she disliked him; maybe that was an improper guess, but every time Shmee so much as got a paper cut, it was Kalierre she called, and he was pretty sure there was a reason for that - though, he couldn't say for certain. Either way, Ka'rys spent as little time with the dragonhealer as was possible. Nothing personal, he simply didn't want to be around someone who was potentially close to Shmee. The Weyrwoman gave him enough headaches as it was. Thinking about it though, he added quietly, "You'll know Phremath when you see her. She has... very small wings. A lot of Fath's final clutch were born with birth defects. Phremath is among them. She's tiny, and her wings are very strange to look at. I'm warning you so you're not terribly surprised when you spot her for the first time."
It is very loud in the canyon, Ciceroth repeated, and his eyes took on a rapidly amused whirl. Have you seen a salamandyr yet? They are like the little cousins only much more noisy and considerably more annoying. Smaller, and ground-dwelling. They like to run around and all the ones that I have met are very, very agitating. Mine calls them nuisances; I think he may be right. I did not see any until we came here; Rysmine says the first one hatched at Selenitas. There are quite a few of them milling about, they look to a few people. You will surely get to see one when you go to Drills. The dragonhealer has a particularly obnoxious bronze one. Despite his wording, Ciceroth almost sounded fond; he couldn't help it, the creatures were so pompous that they were funny to him.
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Post by Ember on Sept 5, 2008 16:59:41 GMT -5
Six bronzes for a queen Flight, Junior Weyrwoman or not? He already knew there were few bronzes, Ka'rys just told him after all, but that few? "Not much competition for an old veteran like Rosilinth," Che'ro commented with a chuckle. Perhaps letting Rosilinth chase for the sake of a happy queen was worth it. He wondered why he wouldn't let Ciceroth participate, but Ka'rys wasn't really the type to like being in such a high ranking position. At least, the boy he remembered the bronzerider as wasn't. So many Turns can change a man.
Ch'ero did well to hide his disappointment. Queen's Wings were the low level fliers since the golds couldn't chew firestone. It was also bad news to be put in one for those that wanted to move up to Wingsecond or Wingleader. They didn't get as much of a chance to show their superiors what they could do. Not much could be done about it though. Every wing needed to be more or less balanced as far as skill went. Since most of the riders were inexperienced putting him on it meant someone hoped he could balance that out. "I'm more than up to the challenge, but if the Weyrwoman insists on setting herself on fire I don't think there's much I can do," he joked lightly. "I appreciate the advice. I'm sure Rosilinth will have no problem warming up to Phremath." The brown was likely to start flirting or something. He was nice and excitable around other males, but around females...he could be a downright pain.
Ch'ero nodded solemnly. "I'd heard about that clutch. Most of the north has heard about it by now," he told Ka'rys. "I'll probably still be surprised anyways. Some of the rumors flying around have made some of the dragons out to be monsters that shouldn't have been allowed to live." He remembered hearing about them and thinking the same thing. It ought to be interesting to meet Kalierre and her Phremath. His surprise will probably at how very wrong the rumors in the north are.
The brown didn't like the idea of very loud thunder so he didn't comment any further on it. Besides, the salamandyrs sounded so much more interesting. I have not. They sound amusing but would likely drive CheMine mad. Too bad the poor things are stuck on the ground, unlike us and the little cousins. I look forward to seeing one when we do go to the Drills. Rosilinth sent the information to Ch'ero. The rider said he'd never seen the creatures either but they were likely to see them around the weyr as Ciceroth said. I would like to meet more dragons too. They are very friendly in this weyr.
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Post by glamourie on Sept 6, 2008 4:22:37 GMT -5
Ka'rys nodded emphatically. If he were to be completely honest, he didn't know if Millieth would ever let a brown catch her -- but whether she did or not, it would surely be better in the end if she did have more chasers, and anyway, there was also Aslath's flight. And eventually, Hepaticath would be old enough to Fly. That thought made him glance toward Ciceroth and he bit back a frown. If he had his way, Ciceroth would not chase Aslath again... but he wasn't sure he'd get his way. If he didn't catch Aslath, he was certain Ciceroth would be determined to chase Hepaticath, too. So far away but the thought made him queasy. The bronze was extremely fond of Hepaticath already and he had quite quickly forgotten that Hepaticath was, technically, his daughter. Not that dragons remembered that. It was fortunate that she was so young, in that Ciceroth did not seem to recognize that when she was fully grown she'd be a queen; he treated Hepaticath like he would any weyrling. So many dark alleys for that thought process. Ka'rys did not relish the idea of being stuck with a goldrider again -- any of them. He didn't like any of the three well enough to want to be around them for any length of time, truthfully. They were all... well, goldriders. Best to let the ambitious ones have their chance, because he certainly didn't want any position of authority. He could tolerate Wingleader. That was about it.
"As it stands, Shmee has yet to burn herself to the ground." But hope died last. Ka'rys kept that thought to himself, wisely. He appreciated the lack of complaints about the wing placement, too. He supposed, though, that he would have gotten more if Ch'ero realized he technically was the one who assigned him there, not S'rei. Heh heh. That thought was brushed aside. He was sure he'd get to hear about S'rei and Ch'ero's first encounter and it was bound to be entertaining. He settled for letting himself think about that another time, though, instead cocking his head to the side at the subject of Fath's last clutch. His gaze softened. "There were a lot of very... different dragons in that clutch. Benden has similar clutches." He did not add any detail to that statement. Why Ka'rys knew anything about Benden was anyone's guess, though it wasn't exactly a hush-hush secret at Fort. Benden was the enemy, after all. "You won't find very many dragons like that here, but the ones that are... are quite memorable. Adith and Phremath are the most noticeable. Adith's rider is Uu'n and he's in charge of the Night Watch with the whers. He's not on any of the wings due to his dragon's sensitivity to light, though." Ka'rys strongly suspected Uu'n was happier leading the Night Watch, though. Considering that he was the only dragonrider out there, he had an advantage, too. Uu'n was one of the few people Ka'rys genuinely liked. He'd use the term friend to describe the young bluerider -- and he didn't use that term lightly.
As for Phremath... well, "To my knowledge and in my limited experience with her, Phremath is almost child-like in behavior. I don't think many dragons dislike her. I think it's a near impossibility. She broadcasts, too; don't be surprised if she takes it upon herself to talk to you. She's never spoken to me, but heh, I'm not approachable." He'd also never spent any time with Phremath or Kalierre. The woman was... well, he respected her, but his mind branded her Benden in some ways. She was a former Benden healer which put her above the riders who fled to the south, but he still was awkward with her. Given that he had no reason to spend any time around her, he didn't see a point in doing so. He wasn't friendly.
They talk, Ciceroth explained with a hint of amusement in his mindvoice. It is very limited speech but they do talk, most of them. Silly words they latch onto. You will know them when you see them. Very tiny, easy to miss until they jabber. I had a bronze one try to tell me what to do and called me 'Winged Dunghead.' He seemed most displeased when I did not immediately cater to his every whim. Rumbling, Ciceroth swished his tail in the water before flopping off the rock with a loud splash that sent ripples through the river toward Ka'rys, making the bronzerider jump in surprise at the slight sloshing near his bare feet. The bronze ignored him. I don't think they much mind not being able to fly. Maybe they are more similar to the whers - but awake in daylight?
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Post by Ember on Sept 6, 2008 11:46:17 GMT -5
It was true that golds liked their bronzes but Rosilinth was equal in size to some of the smallest bronzes. In the end it would be Millieth's choice between the bronzes or his beloved brown. Even if Rosilinth didn't catch her there were plenty of greens in the weyr. He'd be able to catch at least one of them, of that Ch'ero was sure. Rosilinth chased as often as he could. Plenty of chances to try and make a fool out of his rider. Ch'ero knew his dragon didn't mean ill for His but it was annoying to wake up next to a stranger and try and escape before they noticed. Most of the time it didn't work and he'd have to make polite chat or something. It's not that he disliked the person, he just didn't like awkward situations. Although waking up after a Flight did offer one revelation a long time ago...What was the rider's name again? He couldn't remember. He'd left the flightrooms as quickly as possible and avoided contact with his flightpartner for a couple of days. The memory left him amused nowadays. It had taken a Flight to make Ch'ero realize he was attracted to both genders.
Even though he would likely have complained a little had he known Ka'rys was actually the Weyrleader there wasn't much point to. He'd just have to prove himself capable of flying in one of the higher wings while making sure the younger riders got experienced enough that he wouldn't be as needed in the Heatwave Wing. For now he was the new rider at the weyr and that meant he had to go along with things. Ch'ero nodded as the conversation came back around to the different - it seemed a good word for them - dragons. He knew that Benden had some too. It wasn't too surprising for a Fort rider to know about them. Having information about the opponent was the best defense possible, in Ch'ero's opinion. "A dragon sensitive to the light?" The surprise was obvious in his voice. The idea of a dragon not on a wing was a foreign to him. He felt sorry for the poor thing, liimited to the company of whers. Not many dragons were awake at the later hours. At least, Rosilinth certainly wasn't.
At least Phremath could still come out during the daylight. He was curious about how child-like the green could be. Did Ka'rys mean she was an unintelligent dragon? Either way, if she broadcast to those that weren't her rider she was indeed friendly. "I'd never have guessed," he commented sarcastically, replying to the unapproachable remark. It was true though. The Ka'rys he'd known at Fort wasn't the best company to have around. Ciceroth he always remembered as a pleasant dragon from what Rosilinth told him. Funny how different a rider and dragon could be and still get along so well.
Rosilinth was throughly interested in the salamandyrs after Ciceroth said they talked. I guess that makes up for not being able to fly. At least I have been forewarned about them, he said with amusement in his mindvoice. I'll be waiting for a chance to hear them speak to me. I doubt CheMine will be so amused by them though. Rosilinth crooned happily as Ciceroth joined him in the water. And a lot smaller than the nocturnal whers. The water is nice, isn't it? I love the water! Rosilinth especially liked the cool feeling it had on his hide.
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