Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Jan 5, 2010 9:19:22 GMT -5
Yes. Old...friends? acquaintances?...should be allowed to catch up, from time to time. Dmisk didn't need His to touch him, to speak to him, though the light weight of the man resting against him was one he welcomed. Not that such a thing would be likely to be admitted to His, much less the gold. He could feel that he was most loved, and he didn't need to be told, reassured, touched to know this. As long as he was most loved, he was content.
"Best defense against thievery," Dmitri agreed lightly, his lips twitching into a small smile. Between Yoalla and Quintrell, it was a wonder that anyone was still in possession of their valuables. Speaking of which, he needed to get his ring back from Quintrell when he got the chance. "If you happen to be missing anything, by the way, like as not Quintrell absconded with it. He seems to enjoy taking things from under your nose." Just as a head's up. It could be bothersome when things went missing and you didn't know where they'd gotten off to.
"Looking forward to a ritual flattening, then," Dmitri commented dryly, wrinkling his nose. He seemed to be the favorite couch for the whers at large. He blamed the dam. Babies imprinted to her, and now he was stuck with the role. Dmitri couldn't possibly imagine that he was comfortable. Bony may not be entirely true, but some padding had to make for a better couch, yes? Considering Eikane's question seriously, however, he shrugged one shoulder, a sheepish smile touching his lips. "Strings like to break on me...that kind of limits things." Not that he couldn't replace a string. In fact, he was probably better at that than most harpers simply because stringed instruments hated him so. Still, such things wouldn't be all too easy to find this far from Harper Hall.
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Post by Ember on Jan 7, 2010 19:19:47 GMT -5
The relationship between Hers and the Loud One was curious. More than acquaintances for sure, but were they friends? They bickered and annoyed each other. In the end she chuffed lightly and put them down in her mind as friends. What they labelled themselves wasn't important to her anyways. What did matter is that Hers was happier near the Loud One than alone - not that he was ever truly alone. To occupy herself she broached an interesting topic with Dmisk. Did he ever get bored? There was little for whers to do besides relax or play.
Eikane chuckled slightly. "I'd be surprised if he tried to steal anything from me. Most of my stuff is easily noticed. Thanks for the warning though," he said a little absently. Great now he was wondering if anything actually had been taken. The keyword in his statement was most. He did have a couple knicknacks and small things that could be taken too. He gave Dmitri a slight glare. "Now I'm worrying about it. Brat." The insult was said without any heat, as evidenced by the goldhandler's slight grin.
The older Harper was amused by the comment but it was Eikask who reacted first. She rumbled in amusement and turned her gaze on the Loud One briefly. A new couch would be interesting though she may grow tired of him if he chose to squirm. Eikane snorted and turned an almost apologetic smile on Dmitri. She might actually do it. "Well then you're absolutely not getting anywhere near my harp. Could have you try the guitar and see what happens. Other than that....I have a drum. Not as much fun if you're alone and want to play a song but some people swear its the best thing."
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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 Jan 8, 2010 7:01:16 GMT -5
Dmisk contemplated the question of boredom for a long moment, giving it some serious thought. His response lacked emotion. At times, yes. Their teacher had left them so early, though he wasn't sure that was bad; they hadn't seemed to be learning much of interest. The purpose of whers here at this place was ambiguous at best. Distracting oneself with siblings and explorations only goes so far. Then the sense of being useless kicks in. This Night Watch - he'd been hatched with the concept of it, perhaps gleaned from the mind of His or another of the candidates. That was what they should be doing. That was their purpose, wasn't it? But no one seemed to know exactly what it meant or cared to repair it. This, he admitted, was frustrating.
Dmitri merely snorted. It was hardly his fault if Eikane turned worry wort over such a comment, now was it, and his expression said as much. The warning was an honest one. "You're welcome," he responded dryly, before eying Eikask almost wearily. Yes, he definitely had the feeling that he was going to have that one on him quite a few more times, whether he liked it or not. "Really funny, you overgrown, shiny runner. Don't you know you could squish me? We humans really aren't that big," he chided without venom.
Fortunately, Eikane distracted him from an argument with the gold. (Faranth forbid Dmitri ever back down from an argument, even if the other wasn't speaking. He didn't even care if it was an inanimate object; trees got griped at on a regular basis. So did any furniture that got in his way to trip him up.) "You're the teacher," he shrugged mildly, a wry smile on his face. "I've never been accused of not being willing to try. Although I may have gotten by mostly on my grandfather's coattails and a cute face, if you pay attention to the rumors." A touch of humor threaded through his tone. He knew that he was skilled enough at certain aspects to make his rank legitimate, but he also didn't find it hard to see why others might not. Particularly given his attitude. Though, to be fair, he'd been less of a pain in the ass before hormones.
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Post by Ember on Jan 9, 2010 22:45:31 GMT -5
A dimissive snort showed the queen's opinion of the teacher when he was mentioned (although she had nothing against Roisk) but she didn't interrupt Dmisk. As he continued she crooned pleasantly. Yes, that had been what she'd wanted to bring up. Hers had stumbled across mention of it in the writings and it had piqued both of their interest. Something to do during the long hours of the night. He wouldn't have to be frustrated for long. She'd get it started again, with some help from Hers. Eikask was hell-bent on accomplishing that task. The image of all the whers at her disposal...oh yes it looked mighty good to her.
Eikane barely resisted rolling his eyes at Dmitri's expression. A quick check of his things would put his worries to rest. The gold wher flicked her tail behind her and rumbled again. The Loud One could be quite amusing sometimes. She knew very well her size and she also knew how to use it. She wouldn't actually squish him. Eikask tilted her head and regarded Dmisk. A squished Yours would be easier to drag around. It was a half-threat, to see what reaction he might have to His being hurt. Considering how he'd been so far the gold didn't expect much of anything.
Eikane made a thoughtful sound. "I do remember that rumour. I always had trouble believing the standards of the Hall had fallen that far though," he commented dryly. Did he like the Harper Hall? Yes, enough to be wilfully blind to some of the goings on. The Masterharper did some horrible things but the Harpers also taught and spread the news. That and he'd never been sent away from the Hall on as flimsy a reason as him being too fussy. He plucked a couple of strings on the guitar before offering it to Dmitri. "The key with not snapping the strings is to strum lightly and not winding them too tight."
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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 Jan 12, 2010 23:14:59 GMT -5
Dmisk was notably pleased, yes, even his eyes quickened their pace slightly. Good, good, that was what he wanted most, after all, to put their abilities to use and stop wandering around aimlessly. It seemed a marked waste of time, otherwise, time and resources. None of which he chose to actually say to Eikask, as that bordered on high-handed. She was earning his respect little by little and as such he was becoming more polite, if no less direct and nearly emotionless. He did elect to tell her, however, that should she desire any help in getting this started, he and His were more than willing. Dmisk thought that his mind could be of service to her, though he had no experience and no real pull as far as leadership was concerned.
The sudden shift in topic, however, found Dmisk rather impassive, if only because it seemed a rather useless comment to make. If they were talking about His being truly squished, then dragging the oozing corpse around hardly seemed a productive pasttime. And if they weren't speaking of such, then he really didn't see the purpose of the comment at all. He clearly didn't mind anything happening to his so long as it wasn't expressly harmful. Something most should have figured out by now. Dmisk did, however, gift her with an actual response, since she seemed to be looking for one. Squished mindmates should come in pairs, should they not? He wouldn't mind using Hers to make a set.
It was, quite possibly, a joke. Maybe. If Dmisk was capable of such things.
Dmitri was too young yet to school his expression, or his distaste might have been less clear. How far had the Hall fallen? The Masterharper had fallen far enough, from personal experience, and where there was corruption at the top, you could be sure it was trickling down quite nicely. They were taking advantage of the wars; he knew that much. But then, that might just be practicality. Who really could stand separate from the dragonriders with any sort of impunity, when they had as much potential power as they did?
Taking the guitar into his hands, they found their positions readily enough, indicating that yes, the harpers had at least attempted to teach him such. He glanced up at Eikane, finding a few basic chords and attempting to lighten his touch. Dmitri liked to hear things, though, which was probably why he always seemed to break strings, if what the goldhandler said was true. His fingers found the strings in a rather cold, simplified rendtion of the song Eikane had played for a few bars. "So many things going on at once in a hand eludes me. I've got it in my head, but my fingers don't like to listen," he admitted quietly.
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Post by Ember on Jan 13, 2010 21:32:06 GMT -5
Eikask dipped her head in ackowledgment of the offer. She found it somewhat amusing that he spoke for his Loud One too but she may have a use for the pair of them. Perhaps when permission was granted (at this thought the gold often huffed in annoyance at the need to ask for it) Dmisk and His could help form a more concrete plan and help spread the word to the other whers and Theirs. Time would tell what their role would be. If she could use his mind, then surely she could use her pull as a magnificent gold. With her as leader they could hardly fail. Then those she had to ask for permission from would be asking her permission. Yes, of course it was so.
The gold paused for a moment, registering his response as a threat to Hers in return. She was only quiet a moment before she acknowledged that it was merely a clever reply. He'd made a funny. She vaguely wondered if it hurt. She rumbled quietly and let their conversation drop. In truth she was checking on Hers. The Loud One had been a good distraction for him. Now that he was in a lighter mood, perhaps it would be good to get some food and go about their night. She considered the idea while Dmitri strummed on Hers' stringed thing
Eikask saw Dmitri's expression and had little trouble reading it despite the night darkness. He knew many who shared the lad's opinion. The Masterharper was a vile man, corrupted by the warring nature of the North and the way society was, but through his actions he kept the Hall safe. He felt sympathy for those who attracted the man's attentions though. The Masterharper was only human though. Eventually he'd pass on and hand the title to someone who hopefully would begin restoring the Hall to the way it ought to be. For now the fact that skilled Harpers continued to be produced by the Hall would have to suffice.
Eikane adopted his air of being a teacher and watched Dmitri play, watching to see just what he had to work with. He grinned at his fellow Harper's comment. He understood that problem though it hadn't plagued him long. Skilled with most instruments as he was it could be a bit hard on occasion to understand some peoples' problems. Not so in this case. "Hnn. Most people develop a trick, especially in the beginning, to help them out. Once I learned the position I found closing my eyes helped. I once knew a guy who seemed to be able to play better when he was upside down. Odd fellow."
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