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Post by Ember on Aug 19, 2009 19:24:18 GMT -5
Why was her room so far away? Nephele made a mental note to complain about that later. For now she was too tired to even walk any further. Sure she had dropped into bed every night, grateful for the sleep, since Impressing Nuoth but for the past couple of days she had been feeling incredibly tired. Not to mention the headache that the green could feel and worry over through their bond. The green was probably the only reason she was able to stand up at the moment.
Nephelemine? Nuoth inquired in her mind gently. She didn't want to cause Hers more head pain. You hurt Nephelemine. You should go to Morendoth's or a Healer. The green's eyes whirled an alarmed colour as she attempted to lead the girl to one of the couches in the common area. Semi-unconciously Nephele followed the body guiding her, a hand on the dragonet's head helping to stabalize her staggering movements. Suddenly Nephele made an exclamation of surprise. "No no Nuoth. Not the couches. We need to go to our room. I'll be fine after I drink some water and a good night sleep." Both could sense it was a lie.
Nephelemine please... The green's tone was nothing short of begging. You have head pains, you are so very tired, you can't walk without my help or you'll fall. A dull ache in her bottom reminded the girl of her oh so graceful fall earlier. It was hard to walk right when the world was spinning! Also, your mind is...fuzzy. None of these things made any sense to Nuoth. Why was Hers hurting and feeling bad and seeming far off? A piteous little croon escaped her as she more or less forced Nephele onto the couch. You must rest her Nephelemine. If you need sleep you may get some here and then we can move to our room.
With a raspy sigh Nephele laid on the couch, rubbing Nuoth's head reassuringly. Even she couldn't deny that she was sick though. It wasn't simply a cold but neither was it much more serious than a simple flu. Right? She tried to search her memory for a clue as to who she had gotten it from but events in her head seemed all messed up. Details were lost in the confusion. She remembered key events but beyond that it was too...fuzzy. Yes, Nuoth's word had been strangely accurate to describe it.
Nuoth watched Hers attempt to sleep but it wasn't working. She felt hot when Nuoth touched her snout to the girl's forehead. That was new. She withdrew and wondered what to do. Going hysterical on Hers right now would be bad, but the green was severely freaked out. That bronze one had gone after his rider had. Surely Hers wouldn't leave her for whatever was weakening her. She curled up in front of the couch, miserable. Should she contact Morendoth? His would help if she asked...Another sad sounds escaped her as she wondered what to do. She wasn't big enough or strong enough to stomp whatever was hurting Hers.
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Post by Lotty on Aug 19, 2009 20:32:51 GMT -5
This was not part of their agreement.
"It's my turn to be in here right now Nephele...." he said blandly, very obviously missing the sure signs of her sickness, not out of some kind of oversight, but on purpose. This sickness was nothing more than the mass hysterics of this weyr full of herdbeast in his opinion. Yes, he would concede that a handful probably had a bad case of the flu, but he would be damned to between if the rest of Selenitas wasn't just making it all up in their heads. The mindhealer is what they needed more than liquids and rest. Right?
There was a bit of throbbing at the back of his head, a little soreness in his bones. Hangover, he said, but was night, and he hadn't been drinking. No. No. Just fatigue. It's been quite a long day. He wasn't sick, and neither was Nephele, she had thick skin and a few germs were not getting under there. He was the only one that would break that barrier. He was supposed to be the one to make her miserable. Whatever plague this was, real or imagined, had nothing on him. He was staring down disease - looking the girl in the eye with his arms crossed, Pettahth backing him up - and daring it to make it's first move. Of course, just as he expected, the illness did not take human form and try to take a swing at him so clearly it was all a bunch of crap and he would arrogantly carry on with his plans.
He sat on the couch with her, he didn't care if she was sprawled out over the entire space, if there was a bit of cushion his skinny behind found it. Pettahth dared to move closer too, though he was hardly the skeptic that his rider was and moved slowly, skirting closer to Nuoth and granting her a worried hello. She seemed awfully concerned for Hers, and the sentiments bled over to him, who was already taking this all /very/ seriously. In fact, he wasn't even sure it was ok to let K'sel sit next to the afflicted, this was no time to be putting your health at risk. Hello Nuoth. How are you and Yours fairing? If the answer was what he suspected, then he really needed to find a way to get His up and out of that couch.
It didn't matter though. K'sel refused to be intimidated. He wasn't sick. She wasn't sick. This was wherry dung and he was going to prove it. He slumped into the chair, wriggling until he was comfortable, after all he was going to be there a while. It was his turn to be in the common room! Oh, and he didn't even dare to ask her how she was feeling....she was going to be ok. He looked at her again, it was kind of hard to do since they were sharing the same breathing space, and...she wasn't looking great...and she was very warm. NOT SICK!
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Post by Ember on Aug 20, 2009 20:47:03 GMT -5
Nephele groaned quietly at the voice that cut through the relative silence that was the common room. She had completely forgotten he would likely be there. Why of all nights did they have to cross paths tonight? He either didn't notice or was ignoring the fact that she had some kind of flu. She felt decidedly weak in her current state but knew without a doubt that he would not relinquish his right to the common room. Bugger. If anything, he was likely to try and aggravate her - or try to. Sick as she was her emotional response would be pretty much dead unless she went through another fit...She'd scared Nuoth earlier when she fell. That hadn't quite been just dizziness. She had been surprised to see an army of strange flying insects with firelizard heads...
Perhaps if Nephele knew what K'sel was thinking and had she been feeling better she would have been amused. She never felt like she had thick skin at all. Although the fact he was currently the only person that could make her miserable was true. At any rate, she did not know his thoughts so its a moot point. She looked up at him blearily and managed an eloquent, "What?" The normal testiness that would have been there was strangely absent. It didn't even have the usual questioning tone. Realizing how pathetic that sounded she managed to dredge up some energy to say something else. "Are you worried about me?" Shy, cute voice. "Or are you afraid I'll pass whatever have to you?" Tired, annoyed voice. Even sick she could pretend well enough if she really wanted. Right now though...she wasn't too enthusiastic so she left it at that.
The normally polite green dragonet shot an aggrieved look at the brownweyrling as his sitting and wiggling on the couch made Hers stare at him with confusion and attempt to get up. Was he stupid? She knew he wasn't obtuse enough to miss the fact that she was sick so why would he nearly sit on her? Nuoth crooned quietly to hers, attempting to get her to calm down. It wasn't too hard with her already so fatigued. Easy, Nephelemine. I know you'd rather not have him here but...but you must stay. I could only help you walk so far before you fall asleep standing... The girl sighed tiredly and forced herself to allow his presence. It was his bloody time in the common room after all.
Nuoth spared a moment of her attention for Pettahth. Pettahth, she offered in greeting, giving a slight nod. I fair well. Nephelemine... The green drifted off and closed her eyes sadly. Nephelemine is not well. Her huddled form shivered slightly at that fact. Hers should not be feeling so! Nuoth felt worse still because she could do so little to help. Should I bring her to a Healer? Or perhaps ask Morendoth? I don't know what to do, the dragonet finally admitted to the brown.
Not good...Nephele had an itch in her throat that was quickly becoming more and more of a problem. She may have seemed mean that day at the Gather but she was not cruel enough to cough into the same air K'sel was breathing. She startled Nuoth by trying to get up and away from him again. The green was up in a flash and putting a gently restraining paw on Hers. Nephelemine... The girl wouldn't have been able to stay upright anyways, she realized. The room spun again and she closed her eyes so itt would stop. "Okay, okay. I get it Nuoth," she rasped. Nephele settled for coughing into her hand and silently cursing her luck.
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Post by Lotty on Aug 21, 2009 14:52:14 GMT -5
To say that K'sel was bothered by the lack of fight in his favorite sparring partner would be an understatement. It really was no fun to be a typical, snotty, teenage male when you couldn't get a rise out of the people you tried to annoy. Her feeble attempts to squirm away were pathetic, this was not the caliber he came to expect from their usual dramatic escapes. Even worse is that her lethargic whimpering was enough to give him a feel of sympathy, and it would have showed too if he wasn't too headstrong, too stubborn to relinquish his throne and give up his crown as King of Denial. Tearing his gaze away from the suffering heap next to him was the only way to face her questions - to ignore the underlying pain in her words. Not sick, rang out in his mind again, only this time it was countered by his dragon, K'sel, Nuoth tells me Hers isn't well. She wants to know if she should call Morendoth, or a healer.
He ignored the dragon for a moment, focusing on how he would tip toe around the implication that he might actually care about Nephele's health, "Neither..." he began, his voice decidedly neutral, "none of this is any slight towards you, since I don't think anybody is really sick, but I only worry for your mental sake, I can't believe you would fall for all the hype too..." and he denied the other accusation by patting her on the side. GASP! Human contact, he would surely catch whatever she had now. Assuming he hadn't caught it in the kitchens, or by stealing drinks, or bathing, or any of the other numerous ways it could be caught. He should be a walking sickhouse.
"I think a good night's sleep will do you well," though gruff, and prickly, this was managed to prove something - he wasn't half as horrible as he often tried to make himself seem, especially since he had just thought up the most perfect insult, but let it pass and go unsaid. How rare was it for him to let such an opportunity go by...it was really a shame he had to be a little bit nice. Tell Nuoth not to worry. You will learn that this is what men are supposed to do, sit around and tell them it will all be ok. Your man card is on the line Pettahth....
How ridiculous! The brown really didn't understand his rider's bravado about the whole thing, but the dragon did agree that some comforting was in order. Man card....Pettahth really didn't even know what that was supposed to mean, but went with it, telling Nuoth in his ever confident way, Mine says that everything will be alright, and to not worry....but if you were to ask me, yours should go to a healer. I will get Mine to see in time... He craned his neck to look at the little jerk, I insist that you at least pick another seat. You will get sick too now.
Defiantly K'sel said aloud to the whole room, "Nobody is sick...and I am not giving up my seat, end of discussion..." now for the love of that big golden lump, just don't puke on me....
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Post by Ember on Aug 22, 2009 21:45:06 GMT -5
Was that a faint expression of disgust that flitted across her features? Why yes, it was indeed. Did she even want to know how he could continue to believe there was not something going around the weyr? She rolled tired eyes but didn't bother to try and correct him. He'd be too stubborn to change his opinion now. However she did jump slightly when his hand landed on her side, expression torn between wariness and surprise. Okay, so it made sense that he'd show her in some way he wasn't afraid but sitting where he was made that clear enough without that little display.
A night of surprises it turned out to be. She gave him a stare heavy with meaning. "What is your game?" it said. It was kind of nice to know he wasn't always mean and annoying but it was such a change from what she knew that she figured it had to be some kind of a trick. She managed to reply dryly, "That's what I had intended to do." If he hadn't come to annoy her she probably could have fallen asleep in the common room eventually. So it wouldn't be as good as her bed but it was better than being kept up by the other weyrling. If she ever found the idiot who got her sick she would definitely make him regret being out of the infirmary. Being sick meant she was stuck where she was with K'sel for...however long he intended to bug her or she could get up.
Thank you Pettahth. Once she has some sleep I shall ask her to go see a Healer. The green's initial response would have been that she had indeed asked Pettahth and not His, but having thought about it she ended up not. No reason to alienate the brown simply because he thought highly of His' opinion. She turned her gaze away from him and back to Hers. She was watching for signs that whatever illness Hers had did not get any worse. Worse would be very very bad. In that case she would call out for a Healer on her own, no matter that she disliked the idea of doing that.
Nuoth blinked at K'sel's announcment and managed a little rumble. She wasn't...amused exactly. More intrigued by his denial. He was a strange human. Nephele groaned and put a hand to her forehead. She wouldn't mention it but the head pains did not like the weyrling's seemingly overloud voice all that much. "You're so noisy," the girl commented. "And hello Misfit." Nuoth looked from Pettahth to Hers startled, an alarmed croon marking the beginning of an obvious delusional moment. Nephele somehow managed to fish out a cracker and offer it to Pettahth. "I know you love your crackers, Misfit."
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Post by Lotty on Aug 23, 2009 12:09:36 GMT -5
That's what she intended to do eh? Well not on K'sel's time, "That's funny, couches are for lounging, and beds are for sleeping, and you are in a couch," of course couches and beds had other uses but this was really no time for his head to be in a gutter. He withdrew his hand not at her twitch, but at the smoldering stare, the weight of which bore down on him in the worst ways. She really was sick wasn't she? Pouting he off handedly offered to deliver her to her room, where he would very unceremoniously drop her off and leave her, although he knew that if he did that he wouldn't at all be able to enjoy sitting on the couch again. Too many thoughts would prey on his mind, and he'd be alone to wrestle with the thought that everyone around him was coming down with this illness and that he was next. Still he heard the words pour out of his mouth, "so if you would like to go back to your bed, I know someone who would arrange that...." and that was as close as he would get to saying do you want me to carry you?
Of course Nephele would probably miss him in his moment of decency, since apparently Pettahth was a big flitter. Which at first completely insulted the weyrling. K'sel why is she offering me a cracker? Doesn't she know I am a dragon? I have no need for crackers...and my name isn't Misfit. The brown looked over at Nuoth, Is this normal for yours? Surely you don't like crackers?
K'sel didn't need another person patronizing his little brown dragon, the poor thing could certainly stand up for itself, but it was really cruel for the girl to go about equating him to her firelizard like that. The only one allowed to be mean to Pettahth was K'sel, so of course the boy wasn't going to have any of this, "Nephele. Cut it out, he doesn't want your sharding cracker!" He reached forward to grab the cracker and crushing it up in the process, crumbling in pieces to the floor. It was only after the fact that he winced and realized exactly what was going on, but his headstrong denial was in overdrive and forced him to overlook her obvious moment of mental fragility.
If she was already wigging out. If she really believed that his seven month old dragon was one of her brown firelizards, then she needed to see a healer immediately...wait....scratch that. She needed more sleep immediately, because that was the cure you see. She was just being crazy because she thought she was sick, and therefore she thought she had to act out like this. It was up to him to get her to see the light, "You know thats Pettahth...stop being so ridiculous." All the while the dragon urged and urged him, K'selmine. There is something terribly wrong with Nuoth's. She is calling me a firelizard! Do something about it! And if he wouldn't do anything, then Pettahth would figure out something himself. Sometimes you just couldn't trust His to get the job done.
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Post by Ember on Aug 23, 2009 16:37:17 GMT -5
Nephele couldn't have cared less what use couches normally were normally put to. She had wanted to put this one to use as a temporary bed, thank you very much. One way or another though, she didn't get the opportunity to reply to K'sel before the damned illness decided a little brain rotting would be fun. Delirium tended not to be Nephele's friend, striking at the worst times and in some of the worst ways. Too bad the offer to be brought to bed flew right over her head or she'd have been somewhat pleased. Would have been a point in her favour to have gotten the other weyrling to carry her anywhere.
Nuoth keened quietly as Hers seemed to sink further into a place the green couldn't get to. Why was reality altering for Hers? It wasn't fair for this yucky thing to do that. At Pettahth's questions she tried not to get all moody and sulky. Now wasn't the time, though she was very very close to it. Emotional overload! I don't like crackers anymore than you do, she told him, mindvoice pained. This would be normal for her if you actually were Misfit. But no, thinking a dragon is her flitter is not normal. Not in the least.
Nephele bit her lip as if to surpress tears when K'sel took her cracker and obliterated it. She looked at him with a mix of sadness and fear. Er, what? If she were rational she would not have been afraid but since she wasn't, just who had her mind swapped K'sel for? "But...Misfit loves crackers. He does anything for them. I swear...you just like to put me in my place, don't you? I've only ever been good to you! Why do you hate and punish me so? Why P'mon?" Clearly she did not have good experiences with this so-called P'mon but generally it was locked deep enough in her mind that she could avoid thinking about it. The sickness was cruel to bring that to light.
"Pettahth? But Pettahth is much bigger. And not as much trouble. Misfit really does like to get into trouble...." Nuoth considered calling up the real Misfit. Would that shock her out of this craziness? But...maybe it would make it worse too. "P'mon you're such a filthy liar." The green closed her eyes and hope Nephele would pass out soon. She felt horrible for the thought but she couldn't bear to the girl in such a state.
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Post by Lotty on Aug 23, 2009 19:19:15 GMT -5
No. No. No.
Not only did she look like she was about to cry, she was being completely off base about it. And who was this P'mon? First of all, P'mon was the most ridiculous name he had ever heard in his life, and he pitied the fool who had to be called that, and secondly....really P'mon? Ugh. The worst part about this all was that she apparently thought he was this P'mon guy. She accused him of being hateful...and punishing her? After only being "good" to him. Oh well he was going to have to call crap on that one. As far as he could remember she had LICKED him, and also HIT him in the face, and all he ever threw back at her were mean words. Words did not equal her physical retaliations. He was somehow hurt more and more by the things that this girl was saying in her fever induced case of the crazies, than anything she had said in a normal state of mind.
He was not a bad guy. He resented this idea. He would be fuming if he didn't have Pettahth in his mind telling him that Nuoth's wasn't well. He didn't want to believe that any of this was real, but his worry began to grow, and maybe if Nephele was to snap out of it and yell Gotcha! You totally fell for it! he would wouldn't mind so much, at least then she wouldn't be down with a cureless illness.
For once in his life, he didn't exactly know what he was supposed to do. Did he continue to fight? Did he just go along with it and say he was P'mon? A curious part of him thought that was quite the idea, but then again, did he really want to know more about Nephele than he needed to? Did he just take care of her? Oh the thought was sickening, especially if she were to remember his kindness! He'd never live it down. He settled on just being himself, it worked every other time, "Nephele, darling, sweetie," the two endearments were of course said snidely, "I am not P'mon. Misfit is not in the room. You tried to feed my dragon a cracker, and most importantly I did NOT sign up for some kind of domestic squabble with you..." he was really considering giving up....but his couch time and his pride was in jeopardy.
The brown crooned to the green, feeling a bit sorry for coming off so gruff. He would make it up to her though, Nuoth. Would you like Mine to take her to your room? I would think that he would do that...
Meanwhile, K'sel was scanning the room for a blanket. Maybe if I can cover her up, it'll shut her face. If I do it right, I can wrap her up like a cocoon and she won't be able to lash out at me in violence, though a part of him doubted she had the energy for that. Spotting one, he left his seat, and moved quickly to grab the throw off the common room chair. If his butt indention still wasn't in that couch when he got back then he just wouldn't know what to do with himself. Luckily before the thought even crossed the synapses in his brain he plopped the half folded blanket on top of the girl, muttering, "You are killing me."
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Post by Ember on Aug 24, 2009 19:03:23 GMT -5
Too bad Nephele was too far gone to notice notice any emotional pain she may have inflicted or she probably would have stopped. She didn't really enjoy hurting others, even if K'sel was kind of fun to annoy...until he somehow managed to find a way to strike back. Tough luck for K'sel. He was stuck with a girl he didn't really like while she was delusional and very sick. Even Faranth would probably feel some pity for the young man. Nuoth had watched for K'sel's reaction, wondering if he would use Hers' time of illness to delve into her past. Being Nephele's dragon, Nuoth of course knew who and what P'mon was to Hers and she was troubled that the subject had come up. That man had caused great discomfort to Hers, but the dragonet still didn't understand fully why.
Nuoth hung her head at K'sel's words and huffed slighty. Now he'd done it. Those two words...the green knew they were bound to set off Hers. P'mon had used them often. She turned to look at Pettahth and gave him a grateful nuzzle for his suggestion. I would appreciate it if he would. She had almost asked if he was willing to do that, but of course he wouldn't have offered otherwise. Although...I do not know how she would react to Yours right now, as she seems him as someone else... Nuoth had a feeling it might not be good...or at least, not her opinion of good.
Meanwhile, Nephele blinked in surprise and her pause may have lifted everyone but Nuoth's hope that she had snapped out of it. "Oh, really? I see..." Then the girl's eyes narrowed darkly and she said, "Of course you're P'mon. No one else uses 'darling' or 'sweetie' with me, especially not in that tone. The nerve of you Benden riders!" She was about to push herself upright to continue her argument when the blanket was suddenly thrown on her. For a moment she simply stared at that, uncomprehending. Then she looked back up at him and in a tone that would leave no doubt she mumbled, "Trust me, if I could kill you P'mon, I would have long ago."
Nuoth sent apologetic thoughts at Pettahth to reassure him that Hers did not actually mean she wanted to kill the real His or that she would even attack. In fact, she would never have said that to the real P'mon if she had not been sick. The human girl forced herself to sit upright and poked K'sel in the chest with very little energy. "But since I can't, i might as well not complain anymore. So what is it you want this time? Half or full service?" If the illness doesn't kill her, she'll wish it had after that night...
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Post by Lotty on Aug 26, 2009 0:19:45 GMT -5
K'sel had no idea who this P'mon guy was, but he hated him, right down to the core. So of course pretending to be this P'mon was out of the question...although apparently he did quite a good impression of him without even trying, which of course began to make the brownweyrling feel even worse. It took a lot to make the guy feel like dirt, after all, he proudly proclaimed that he was a selfish, dysfunctional, verbally abusive, jerk, but he did pride himself on the fact that he wasn't a Benden rider. He just wasn't, and nothing he could do would ever put him on such a low level in his mind. Glowering at her would only fuel the fire though, so he kept an even expression as he looked down at her face.
This Benden rider she was projecting upon him apparently had quite the history with her, and from what he was gathering it was not a good one. But these little delusions of hers also told him another thing...she was no southerner. How else did she know so much about Benden riders and why else would she be doing...whatever this she was trying to pull now? He didn't think much of her stunted movements at first, and excused it as typical tossing and turning until she sat up and he immediately considered the fact that she might cough up all her blood and guts on him. Being prodded in the chest was only a slight bit better than getting puked on. There was something a little...off putting being offered service by someone who (potentially...yay denial) had disease. This little act also told him a little bit more about Nephele...namely how she got by living up north. He wasn't going to judge, he didn't personally care, but any information gave him good ammo for their next quarrel. And there would be a next time, he was going to make sure of it.
He wasn't going to outright deny her. He wasn't exactly very tempted by the offer for too many reasons than could be listed here, but saying no would only cause her to fight it, and then she would get all distressed and probably faint or something else ridiculous. "Right here?"
He caught her hand in his and oh so suavely played along. He couldn't believe he was doing this, "How about we go somewhere a little more private?" Knowing his luck P'mon was normally an exhibitionist, and the girl would see right through his ploy to get her to sleep. Pettahth meanwhile had to reassure Nuoth that His was hard at work and not just trying to toy with Hers Don't worry, mine had an idea...he's going to pretend to be the other, but only to help you see? He was delighted to be nuzzled by the other dragon. Friends were good to have, and so he made quite a surprising suggestion to his rider, I have not seen Hazleth and His in our room in quite some time...if she will not go back to her room, she can use ours?
I know you want an excuse to cuddle up with your new girlfriend or whatever, but that idea won't you know have people raising their eyebrows or anything...
You are holding hands now though...
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Post by Ember on Aug 26, 2009 18:29:39 GMT -5
Nephele had already given out more about herself in the span of a few minutes than she had ever since leaving Benden weyr. Blasted illness. Nuoth nuzzled Hers gently but felt no recognition. Still in that state then. The green knew Hers would not be happy when (if?) she remembered this. Hers was very secretive. Nuoth had tried to give the girl time to tell everything on her own but in the end, for the sake of Hers, she had delved into the past as seen through Nephele and was...confused? One thing was certain, few of the memories were happy and only the Impressions to herself and the flitters were recent.
The girl would probably die of shock or embarrasment during the next round of arguing/banter/whatever. Or maybe she'd lick him again? Nuoth was still curious why Hers did that but...then again if she looked at some of those memories and the feelings for those people it kind of started to make a little sense. Yet there was something different in the Gather situation...Hmm. Oh? What was Pettahth's doing now? At the brown's words she looked at him, head tilted slightly in the way Misfit always had his. A plan sounded good. Hopefully it didn't backfire on Pettahth's while he was being...helpful. The green finally nodded gratefully.
Nephele looked around her, as if she just then noticed that it was a public place. "Huh..." she breathed, part sigh and part word. Yes, there was a bit of a problem with the setting certainly. "I suppose we should go elsewhere," Nephele added with a coquettish look. Yet when she tried to stand up she found she couldn't and pouted. She wouldn't mind not doing what P'mon wanted if she didn't have to worry about consequences...As it was she had to and she didn't particularily want to be dragged. "I'll be extra good if you carry me."
P'mon likely would under that promise, Nuoth reflected. But would K'sel? Noticed or not she stood gracefully and looked at him imploringly. Just once could he do that favour for the green and her rider?
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Post by Lotty on Aug 26, 2009 23:10:54 GMT -5
As she continued to call him P'mon, the brownweyrling couldn't help but compile a list of questions he would have to ask the girl later, because for the life of him he couldn't figure out why he would be associated with someone so awful. Did he look like this guy? Was P'mon a brownrider? Oh shards it was that arrogant swagger? It probably was....just enough to leave him feeling self conscious. Still, he was now committed to seeing this little mission of his through, even if he had to grit his teeth and cringe the whole time. If anyone caught him in a moment of civility towards her of all people...suck it up. So that settled that...
As soon as she got to her feet, K'sel found himself jumping up - despite his own aches and pains - to grab the girl so she wouldn't fall splat on the floor. Faranth knew that she wouldn't otherwise be able to stand, so as soon as he at least had a hold of a hand, he was then able to sweep the girl up relatively easily, cradling the other weyrling like she was a new wife ugh. He might not look like much, but chores and lugging firestone sacks were not lost on him.
See Nuoth? K'sel will take her away to where she can sleep.
And so he tried to, though as he led Nephele away, he found it hard to resist the temptation to take her to the healers...but he refused to be proven wrong so soon. There was still the night, and still the chance she would wake up a-ok. He pressed on down the hallway, continuing to fake it and pretending to be much more put out than he really was, "Now, since you promised to be extra good then that means you have to do everything I say..." Which also meant, when he told her to go to sleep, she had to go to sleep. It also meant that if told her to quack like a duck she had to do so too. If only she wasn't sick. Oh well. He paused as he considered his choice between the senior weyrling rooms and that of the juniors'. Either route he went for could be a bad situation...so let's ask the delirious girl!
"My room or yours?"
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Post by Ember on Aug 30, 2009 10:27:36 GMT -5
Had Nephele been all there she would have doubted anyone would care what was happening between the two. She had well....perhaps one sort-of friend in the whole weyr besides her draconic friends. She highly doubted Yoalla would care. Se also didn't think K'sel had any friends. Clearly he was just too antagonistic to have any. In her opinion whatever little war they had was solely between them. So who cared if others saw what happened? Nuoth, the poor green, would go crazy with all the unspoken things between these two humans. Hers' relationship with Yoalla was so simple, so what was wrong with this one?
The dragonet watched curiously as Hers wavered and K'sel leapt up to support her. She shook her head, not udnerstanding at all. The girl made a small exclamation of surprise as she was lifted off the floor before she settled into the hold gratefully. At least P'mon was generally done quickly. She'd do what she had to and then go to bed. She was so tired. As she was carried she sleepily drew a finger over K'sel's chest in small circular patterns. With any luck she'd pass out in K'sel's arms and save him from some embarrassment or awkwardness.
Nuoth padded after the brownweyrling carrying Hers. She crooned lightly to Pettahth. Please thank Yours for me, Pettahth. Her thanks were genuine. A bed was much better than a couch for Hers. She hesitanty added a question, looking at the brown momentarily before focusing on her feet. For all she was a graceful creature she did still have the occasional dragonet stumble. Suddenly she went sprawling at Ember's amusement. Do they ever get less confusing? If not Nuoth didn't know what she'd do with Hers. She loved Hers but was still so confused by her at the same time. Perhaps it would make more sense as she got older?
At the question fairly purred, finger stilling on his chest. "Of course," was her reply as she fought the tiredness to act as she ought around such men. P'mon wasn't really into the whole quaking thing, but if he wanted to try it she wouldn't say no...When K'sel stopped walking and asked her where they should go she giggled (with a side of rasping) and shook her head. "You should remember that my bed isn't big enough for comfort P'mon. Your room."
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Post by Lotty on Aug 31, 2009 18:23:10 GMT -5
Nuoth thanks you for your kindness... He looked over at the green dragonet silently, and nodded a tad as his "your welcome" before looking down again at the girl in his arms and growling deep in his throat. He wasn't doing this to be nice, he was doing it because he had to, there weren't any other choices. Tell her she owes me one... though he never really expected the young green to ever pay him back. She couldn't, he sternly doubted she would remember the favor he did, but again it really wasn't about being nice now was it? K'sel was convinced that there was no such thing as free and no such thing as doing something out of the goodness of their hearts. People were bought and sold quite easily, even if not with marks. In this case he reasoned that he was helping out Nephele in order to reclaim his couch...to get her off to sleep and save himself from her tired, ill, advances.
Pettahth saw straight through this. He didn't understand why K'sel was doing these things, but he knew through gentle probing that the couch was the last of his rider's concerns. K'sel says your welcome, which of course was a lie, but for the sake of brevity, it was the obvious answer. The green's other comment was not so easy to respond to, the brown had to think a moment, calculating one of his very "intelligent" answers - the brown just thought he was the best and brightest of his clutch sometimes, I think that they do, but it is hard, because they are much more confused than we are. Soon they will get their thoughts straight, and it will be all so much better for us.
Of course she wanted to go to his room. Whatever. He just knew he couldn't wait to get out of these barracks and into his own weyr. The date was looming on the horizon, but until then he had to live in the communal stylings of the barracks. Luckily for him, just as he suspected, his roommate L'nos and his brown were nowhere to be seen. He suspected they were at the infirmary like the rest of the weyr. Nevertheless he found himself setting Nephele down on his bed while the brown waddled off towards his couch. At this point K'sel had given up on the idea of sleep, figuring that the time he could fit in before lessons in the morning would only be a waste. He sat on the edge of his bed, half of his body dangling off: one foot still planted on the ground, but another leg and hand anchored on his mattress. He was reluctant to climb in all the way...she was expecting to have to....erm...give him "service". He rolled his eyes at the thought, it was not kosher for weyrlings to be in this situation at all....
"You know," he started reminding himself that she honestly thought he was P'mon, that sharding Benden rider. Maybe he could at least tear this guy up while he was at it. Acting! "Umm, maybe he should do something another time, I think he should just cuddle..." oh the girl would never believe that. Bendenites did NOT say things like let's cuddle. Not without good reason, "I can't get umm.....in the mood?"
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Post by Ember on Sept 4, 2009 20:35:01 GMT -5
Nuoth watched K'sel for a moment, acknowledging his nod with a slight one of her own although she was concentrating a fair bit on her feet. It was bad enough that he was carrying Hers she didn't need to trip up on him. Grace came pretty naturally to her though. Perhaps if Pettahth had passed on the favour comment she'd have told Nephele and the girl would remember. As it was, that wasn't the message she got from Pettahth but she would remember K'sel's kindness even if it wasn't the exact favour. The green made a small croon at the words she assumed Pettahth passed on.
At his answer, though, she tilted her head and paused in her walking for a moment. Hers? Confused....yes that fit. I see. I do hope that day comes sooner ratehr than later. She had a feeling it had to do with her age too, but she didn't comment on that. There was no mistaking she was young...not even allowed to fly yet. It made sense there would be things she wouldn't understand right away. Hers had shown her lots of things and taught her at the same time. The green followed K'sel to Pettahth's room without question though her curiosity was probably pretty clear.
Nephele blinked as she was settled on the bed. Oh? Already at his bed...She sighed slightly, already missing the almost comfortable carrying-embrace-thing. She hadn't expected such a feeling being carried like that by him of all people..She outright stared at him when he didn't move more onto the bed. Something is a little off with him, she told...something. Nuoth perked up a bit where she was hovering at the entrance of the room. She'd been addressed but...there wasn't really recognition in the girl's mindvoice. She said nothing back but there was hope radiating through the bond that Nephele couldn't seem to understand. The girl misinterpreted it as hope that P'mon would leave her alone that night...or something.
Nuoth continued to stay at the entrance, reluctant to join Pettahth and too worried to try and approach Hers at the moment. Being mistaken for someone or something else would hurt too much. Nephele obviously had few inhibitions though. She laughed almost mockingly at K'sel and moved closer to him. She all but climbed ontop of the part of him that was was on the bed and tsked. "Playing hard to get hmm? When have you not been in the mood. You did say I have to do anything you said though, so cuddling it is."
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