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Post by dragon on Jan 28, 2010 21:58:35 GMT -5
"Having more blues and greens than the rest isn't a problem. Make them the ones that ride." Emoyan answered, matter-of-factly. "And if you get really ambitious, you can teach them to ride the bigger dragons, all of 'em. Of course, this may weird out a whole lot of folk and dragons at the same time. Might look like you were doing extended flight imitations... that might not bode well for your reputation." He teased lightly, laughing softly. Who knew what sort of strange stories were gonna start floating around if Darya really started doing that. Not to mention the weyrlings were liable to think she'd lost every marble she ever owned.
Skink watched Imp twirl around in the air, and peeped. She fluttered her own wings a bit bigger, but as tiny as they were - almost smaller than her frill was!! - they didn't do her any good at all. Nope - Skink was not a mandyr that was any good at flying. She could run really fast, and leap huge distances with the momentum. But flight? That wasn't something she could really do. Floating around on her frill was about all she could manage. And that was only with a helpful updraft. Am flapping. No flap no good. Flapflap, make tired. Sink. Skink answered, as she wondered how far away from the ground she was yet. Should be getting there soon. That was the only bad thing about this method of travel - she couldn't see where she was going to be landing. Where land? she asked, hoping it wasn't in a something's teeth.
"Hm, sounds like a predicament I keep finding myself in, as well. Office hermitage, it kinda grows on ya after awhile, doesn't it?" He mused. Emoyan smiled a bit at her confession of liking his company. It had been a long time since anyone had said anything of that ilk. "Well, then. I guess we'll have to make arrangements to bust the mold. Otherwise you and I both might be the ones needing to see the mindhealers." Being cooped up could eventually make one quite crazy, he'd heard. Thankfully no one had ever tested that theory by placing him in solitary confinement. He certainly didn't like that idea one bit.
Wherever his mind might have been roaming too before, he was yanked back to the here and now rather promptly when she touched him, the single action getting his attention. It surprised him, as it wasn't something he'd expected her to do at all. Worse, he wasn't sure what to do, now. It seemed that she thought she'd offended him, which wasn't at all the case, and was trying to make it better. Or was she? Somewhat confused, and derailed, Emoyan found himself in a very interesting spot indeed. Not answering her wasn't good, but what to do? What should he say? The confusion only lasted a brief moment, however, before he reached over and patted her hand, smiling slightly. "I'm not bothered." He assured her. "You did make an interesting point, however, and it provoked thought. In any event - don't be too harsh on the kids. I am sure that S'rei wants mentally intact riders to add to the wings, rather than broken zombies." he chided, teasing her again. He knew quite well she wasn't going to do anything too drastic or unusual to them.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 1, 2010 14:28:13 GMT -5
Darya blinked as the oddest vision yet crossed her mind, which happened to be a pyramid of flying dragons. ‘My reputation is already about as bad as it can be.’ She laughed. ‘Please don’t mention that thought to Azrath either. He’d think it was a great idea, especially on that angle.’ He really would, extended Flight imitations and great opportunities to show all those impressionable greens how wonderful he was? He’d be all for it, stupid old git that he was.
Imp puzzled over this for a moment, Skink was clearly flapping away and it just didn’t seem to be working for her. Odd. Should work. He complained, flipping one of his own wings to send his body into a wild spin. Always work. pulling out of his rotation Imp flapped his own wings experimentally, yes they were still working, why weren’t Skink’s? Was it different down there? Imp folded up his wings and dropped experimentally. Nope, still working, he thought as he orbited around the green.
Ground. Imp replied promptly. Ground land best. No land water. Make sink. Ground come soon. Most soon. The bronze elaborated on his original statement as he noticed that a landing, or a painful splat, would be coming up in the next foot or two. Darya wasn’t used to people looking surprised when she touched them, of course she wasn’t much of a tactile person so that could have been the reason. In any case the expression passed over Emoyan’s face so briefly that Darya wondered if she’d imagined it. Then, to her surprise, he patted her hand like she was a little girl in need of reassurance. Well on the good side, he wasn’t offended, on the bad side she’d just come across as, well she wasn’t really sure, but she suspected silly.
A grin spread slowly across Darya’s face. ‘Who said I’d give my broken zombie riders to S’rei? I’m making a takeover bid, care to join me?’ She asked mischievously, the idea of making the Weyr over in her own image was probably not a good one but it was a good joke, unless you had an imagination that was.
‘But moving on from my plot for a moment, what do like to do except hide in your office?’ Darya raised an eyebrow slightly as she asked this, as if she didn’t believe Emoyan did anything else. ‘You see I won’t be able to tempt you out of your office if I don’t know. I already know you don’t drink, so I won’t be able to ply you with wine. I’d invite you to dinner but my cooking skills are, well, not exactly up to par. So what does that leave?’
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Post by dragon on Feb 2, 2010 12:23:11 GMT -5
Emoyan chuckled. "Alright. I shall endeavor to not mention it to your blue, then. I imagine he'd take it to heart, then, and try to make them do it?" Now that thought was funny. But also a very good reason why not to tell the blue. Assuming he wouldn't just lift it from his rider's mind anyway. Especially considering that's how dragons with shorter memories tended to remember stuff ... by looking it up in their rider's mind as if the human brain was some sort of exotic library.
Skink fluttered her wings faster, trying in vain to get more lift lest she break her tail when she hit the ground. Thrashing her tail, she started twirling and wobbling in a very strange looking pirouette, as she started wobbling back and forth in the air. When she did hit ground, she landed more on the side of her hip rather than straight on for her tail, saving her from any damage. She squeaked upon landing as all the air was knocked out of her. But in a flash she was on her feet, fluttering her frill. Wheeeee!! Skink bounced twice, then took off across the ground at half-speed. Which was still pretty fast, considering her full out speed was fast enough a lot of people wouldn't even see li'l ol' her. Land good! No problem! Time find egg! She encouraged, sort of waiting for Imp to land.
Emoyan laughed again, while his brows ooched up just a bit. "A take over bid?" He asked. That was a really funny idea. Especially considering it would never work. Simply because of the dragon she rode ... Blues just couldn't handle that. They'd be overwhelmed, if the larger dragons even deigned to let him try. Which they likely couldn't. And Emoyan knew from personal experience that bronzes were particularly good at cowing blues into submission. Just on a dragon/dragon level. "Well, let's hear your plan, then. I want to know if this ship is seaworthy before I go stepping on deck." He answered, amused.
"I don't tend to do much of anything anymore." Emoyan admitted. "I have started walking the river again, like I used to ... but ... well ... it's kind of boring out there anymore. No one to talk to. I used to go to the beach, haven't done that in ages. Sit on the boulders out there and pick to the rhythm of the waves." He nodded a bit. It was something he used to enjoy a lot - making music with nature as a backdrop. It created some really pretty sounds, if one was skilled enough. And Emoyan had that skill ... he was a Harper, true, but he specialized more toward the music end than the archiving, record, or teaching end. Shells, his office even looked that way, with two drums in one corner, a tall floor harp in the other, and a lap harp on the mantle. Only his gitar was not present, and that was because it stayed in his quarters when he wasn't using it. Of all of the instruments, his gitar was the favorite, and he'd had it for ages. A lot longer than he'd been a Rider, and now a dragonless. "Dinner is fine, you know - you don't have to cook it, either. Or, if you wanted, I could whip up something ... I can pretend to cook sometimes." He grinned at her. "Does this mean we have a date?"
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 9, 2010 18:10:16 GMT -5
Darya nodded solemnly. ‘He would indeed, he’s shameless.’ She replied, not even thinking that many would see a way in which Azrath resembled his rider there. ‘And don’t think the greens being so young would put him off flirting at all, he’d be eager to show off now before they mature and start taking an interest in males.’ Darya grinned ruefully, and shook her head; she obviously hadn’t applied any thought to what would happen when those greens did mature yet. If she had she’d look a great deal more worried.
Imp flared out his wings as far as they would go, and just let the warm air slow him down, it was a graceful landing compared to Skink’s, but a slow one that allowed the green to get a good distance ahead before Imp’s feet even touched the ground. Coming, coming. Not most fast, best fly but not fast. Imp complained, although he did make a respectable effort at dashing after Skink. It was just that the green was very fast indeed. Yes eggtime. Best time. the bronze agreed half flaring his frill as he ran, they were sooooo clever, they were!
Darya sat up straight and lifted her chin proudly at Emoyan’s laughter. ‘Oh yes, I’ll brainwash the weyrlings and turn the Weyr upside down.’ She grinned. ‘And since you’re in a position of power over all those impressionable young candidates you could be just what I need to help me lay some groundwork. I still need to find a suitable greenrider to help me rule though, know anyone easily led and totally controllable?’ Darya’s mouth quirked as she said that, she highly doubted there was anyone that controllable in the whole south, or that they’d be an ideal co ruler, or that her “plan” held even a drop of water.
Darya quieted for a moment, trying to think of something she could do with Emoyan’s apparently limited range of interests. She’d actually been hoping his interests were more… secluded, if she was totally honest with herself. She was just considering how long she could listen to waves without going totally crazy when Emoyan himself made the prefect offer. ‘You can cook?’ She asked, matching the grin. ‘That’s perfect.’ For what Darya did not elaborate. Then somewhat to her surprise she found a blush creeping across her face, was she flustered by that last question. ‘I suppose so, if you really want to call it that.’ She seemed to rally, rather annoyed that he’d managed to make her blush. She was so going to get him back for that.
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Post by dragon on Feb 9, 2010 20:14:50 GMT -5
Skink paused, mid-step, and looked back over her shoulder at where Imp was. Patient was not in her vocabulary or range of motions. But she did wait, if impatiently and bouncing up and down in circles, tail flung over her head. Pretty pretty. Uglyhead. Pretty pretty. Nummyegg. Pretty pretty. Funfun! No fly, bad. But fastest, yepyep! Skink fastest. Sylph second-fastest. she stated proudly, before turning and dashing onward once the bronze had caught up. Her newest shiny was being the bestest shiny of all! Staying with, and helping to do stuff! Awesome! Bestest shiny. She would have preened, if she hadn't been dashing across the ground, tiny little legs a blurr as she zipped up over leaves and under sticks, negotiating the rather crowded ground. Everything was bigger than she was. Made for a most interesting trekk, indeed.
Emoyan couldn't help but snicker as she continued to rant about her takover plan. "Okay! Okay. I believe you. I'll just sit here and watch, for the time being. Faranth knows how you find the time. Sheesh. Of course, should you happen to succeed in your venture, you know where to find me." He offered, with a grinning wink. "As for a greenrider. Hmmmmmm." He made a show of stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Wealllll..."
That thought was interrupted, however, by her contorting what he said into a statement that he could cook. "Now wait a minute. I didn't say that. I said I like to pretend I can." He pointed out. "Big difference. Don't get your hopes up for anything fancy." He shook a finger at her, then shook his head a bit, grinning. "Sounds like a plan, though." It took him a moment to notice she was blushing. Why she was blushing, he had no idea whatsoever. What about cooking made her blush? However, he was graced with just enough tact to not inquire to it, letting the moment slide by as if unnoticed. Upsetting her would get nobody anything of value. It was curious, though, definitely a matter for thought.
For one, he hadn't even been aware that Darya was embarassable.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 20, 2010 17:45:45 GMT -5
Yes. Fastest Skink is. Most fast. Imp agreed as he struggled to keep up with the small green. Distaining the interesting routes she could take Imp stuck to larger spaces that he wouldn’t have a problem getting through, he knew where he was going, he’d get there eventually. He just had to hope Skink wouldn’t get there too far before him and eat all the eggs. The bronze increased his speed a bit with that thought, at least he could keep Skink in sight, sort of.
Darya smirked and leaned forward as she was really interested in what Emoyan had to say and expected him to actually name a greenrider rather than temporise. Unsurprisingly no name was forthcoming.
Darya’s eyes crinkled up at the corners with mirth. ‘Well if you can pretend to cook I can pretend to enjoy the food, besides I meant it about my cooking skills, I can barely boil water without burning the bottom of it.’ A half embarrassed look crossed Darya’s face; she really hated admitting her failings even when they weren’t really important. ‘Given that I think I’ll settle for something mildly edible.’ A sardonically raised eyebrow and snapping her teeth at the waved finger greeted the words of warning.
‘So, when should I come and drag you out of your pristine little office then?’ She inquired. ‘Or did you want to come and dig through the heaps of paperwork and takeover gambits to find me? Either way is fine, although I think I put you in control by admitting awful cooking skills.’ Darya cheerfully winked along with this statement, hey if it was supposedly a date, flirting was allowed, even clumsy flirting. A passing thought suddenly made Darya snort with laughter all over again. ‘I’ll dress up for you shall I? You never saw that outfit I got made up at the gather did you? Someone should just for the laughs’ She managed to surpass her mirth for long enough to get the sentence out, then creased up again. She couldn’t believe she’d actually coerced someone into making that.
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Post by dragon on Feb 25, 2010 20:33:14 GMT -5
Skink was no so inconsiderate as to entirely run off without Imp. After all ... he was her newly collected shiny. Tool of mass mayhem to be wielded with terror. It would not do to run off on a mission without her new shiny! So she would dash a short ways, perch on some random jutting object and wait. This was sometimes merely a large, stiff leaf, or a curled stick, or maybe an actual object that was left behind by someone. But every time she stopped, she would huff and throw her tail over her head while she impatiently patiently waited. Imp needs faster must.[/i] She prompted. Get faster legs, yes? She asked, hopping down to run some more once he caught up. Despite the halting nature of her travel, even Imp was not so terrible slow as it might seem. Fast as salamandyrs are, it was not long at all before they reached the main hall. There, Skink went from speedy demon mode to sneaky demon mode, slinking along the wall edge behind the tables while keeping an eye peeled for eggs. Egggggsssss~~
Emoyan paused a moment, before returning both hands to the table top. "Wow. Water burned on the bottom. That sounds worse than just plain old burnt water. I'd like to see that sometime." he remarked, thoughtfully. "I'm really curious to know how you managed that. Didn't your momma ever teach you how to cook? Most do, you know. Teach their daughters to cook, I mean. Me ... I learned it in self defense. Thus the lack of ... ahm. Flair. No one taught me. Just... made it up as I went along, and well ... if it was edible, it stayed down. If it wasn't ... let's not discuss that." He concluded rather suddenly.
"Drag me out? Whatever would you want to do that for? You never said anything about that." Emoyan protested. "Here is where I live and work, you know ... this is where I would be doing the theoretical gourmet dishes. So if you want to partake of any of the goods, you'll have to come here. You never said anything about a picnic. That's a whole other basket of trouble, you know." Emoyan said, sounding and looking quite serious about the whole thing, even though he was really trying very hard to not just bust out laughing.
"Dress up?" The comment caught him flat footed. "Uhr... okay. I guess." He mulled on that a moment, trying to think fast of something he could make that would stand up to an event of dressing up. But then he laughed, too. "Oh, the gather thing? Sure, why not. I'm curious now. I could don my gather garb, too ... though I doubt you'd notice. It's kinda ... the same stuff as I usually wear." Emoyan grinned at her, and offered a return wink. Yanking on her leg was a lot of fun. "But seriously ... I really do want to know what device it was you concocted."
Emoyan fairly jumped clear out of his chair when a crash sounded right next to him. For a moment he just stared at the floor next to him, and then he blew a sigh. "Rascal." He scolded. The flitter had been sleeping so hard he'd pitched right off the mantle and crashed to the floor. Stooping, Emoyan picked up the stunned and disoriented brown, sitting down again with the creature in his lap. "Never mind him." he told Darya.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 28, 2010 17:05:25 GMT -5
Imp huffed quietly and put on his full running speed, bounding along in his frenzied chasing-after-glowing-firelizards gait. Big not fast. Skink little fast. Legs fastest get. he replied philosophically, she was waiting for him so clearly he didn’t need to get that much faster. Once inside the main hall Imp clambered up a table leg and looked around for just the right person. Forget sneaking around, he had slaves in here. Ah there was one! The bronze leapt lightly from the tabletop to a young woman’s shoulder, the drudge in question was widely regarded to be a little dim but she worked well for Imp, mostly because she liked salamandyrs and was perfectly willing to fetch food for him. Hello pretty. Want eggssssss please do. Skink want too. The bronze rubbed shamelessly against the drudge’s cheek and did his best to look adorable. Would be good at. Imp told skink privately as he was scooped up inexpertly and placed back on the table. Small cute is. Look pretty get food. Here now.
Darya sniffed at what she felt was a rather poor attempt at humor and gave Emoyan what could only be described as a Look. ‘I have a natural talent for burning things.’ She answered shortly. ‘That’s why I never cook anymore. Ruined too many pans.’ An eyeroll. ‘My mother was an awful cook too. I suppose it must be inherited. My father’s cooking wasn’t all that bad but I never really had an interest in the whole business. That’s what cooks are for, to keep me from having to eat my own cooking.’ Darya was over her minor irritation by the end of her thought and even managed a slight, bitter smile for her lack of talent.
‘Oh yes. Drag you out indeed.’ Darya countered. ‘It’s not good for your health to hide away in your office all day, so you’re just going to have to deal with a little fresh air.’ It was a slightly, alright dreadfully, hypocritical argument for Darya to be making but it certainly wasn’t stopping her. ‘I’ll admit I’d be interested to see you cook in here, I’d be jealous too. My office doesn’t have cooking facilities.’ A mock glare graced Darya’s face for a moment. ‘Anyway I know what this is all about. You want to stay in your office so you can feel powerful, but that’s just tough. You’re only the master of candidates, you have no say over me, and I shall not be intimidated by your spotless office.’ Darya folded her arms and looked down her nose at Emoyan, determinedly giving as good as she got.
A little surge of victory ran through Darya’s twisted soul when she realised she’d managed to catch Emoyan off balance, though she wasn’t really sure why why that suggestion should do so. ‘You’ll regret that, curiousity killed the feline, and you’re definitely coming out of this office then. No way is anyone I might end up teaching seeing me in those… garments.’
Darya might have said more had her heart not practically burst out of her chest at some loud sudden thump. Fortunately for her nerves it turned out to be the sleeping firelizard falling on the floor. For one second she’d been worried other people actually visited Emoyan’s office. ‘Does he do that a lot or something?’ Darya inquired upon noticing the candidatemaster wasn’t all that concerned about his pet pitching onto the floor like that.
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Post by dragon on Feb 28, 2010 21:10:45 GMT -5
Skink paused in her skittering around under tables, and looked up at Imp. For a moment she was just shocked that he would do such a thing ... and even more shocked that he was at all successful with such a venture. No one ever gave Skink anything when she demanded it! (Never mind she was an annoying snot and no one liked her) Scampering up a table leg, she sat down next to where Imp was, and gave his act a try. Sitting up on her haunches, she tucked her front legs against her chest, lifting her frill a bit while staring down Imp's slave. Eggs!!!! She demanded.
Part of her was interested and intrigued, and another part was horrified! What was the fun in just getting given something? Where did you get the chance to wreck the rest of the lot and watch as people screamed and yelled and yanked on their head-hairs? That was as much fun as actually eating the eggs. To do so sneakily, that was where the fun was!
"You'll still have to show me this talent." Emoyan insisted, amused, before letting the matter drop as he listened to what else she had to say. It was as if the dam on her words had been busted and now she was all talk. Which was fine ... it was interesting to hear what was rolling around in that head of hers. It was better than sitting here and trying to eek a few words out of her one bludgeon at a time. Though, at her sentiments on his office, he couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Alright, suggestion noted. However, that is not at all why I suggested that, and I think you know it. As for the food ... well ... let's just say I had to create that little accommodation. It wasn't here, originally. I don't always have time to run all the way to the main hall, you know. I don't have a dragon anymore, if you'll remember. Hoofing it takes a deal longer." He pointed out.
Her insistence of where she would don her mysterious costume and under what type of audience, Emoyan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ... or two. Just what kind of get up had she ordered, anyway? Because this was sounding awfully ... well ... out of the norm. Of course, he had no idea what was the norm with Darya, so there really was no judging. But given the statement about students, he could take a pretty good guess. "So, then where, might I ask?" He inquired. He had a pretty good notion it wasn't going to be the Main Hall, either.
"No, actually ... as far as I am aware, he has never done that before. But in his defense ... keeping up with Skink is a wearisome job. One he usually does pretty well. I do like that he keeps her from irritating the Leaders quite bad enough to behead me to be rid of her. She's already ruined quite a few important things for them..." He trailed off, patting Rascal on the head. The poor brown still looked a little puzzled on what had just happened to him, blinking.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Mar 3, 2010 14:54:26 GMT -5
Loud Skink. Imp seemed amused by the green’s reaction to his slaves. That good not scare. Scare that Imp used his tail to stab out in the direction of a senior drudge he found very annoying. What business did other slaves have interfering with the ones Imp had claimed? None. Therefore he was fair game for Skink to scare. He had to admit though; shouting at the girl-slave did seem to work. He’d never had eggs put in front of him this quickly before. Scare work too. He admitted with a flip of his frill, as his slave placed eggs on the table with extreme care and hurried away from the evil green. Imp pounced on the nearest but twisted around to look at Skink. She was interesting, what would she do next?
Darya ignored another dig on the burnt-water subject with as much dignity as she could muster, dignity that rapidly broke down into a glare as Emoyan started laughing at her. ‘Well the last time I was in this office I was being yelled at.’ Darya muttered sullenly. ‘It’s not easy to shake off turns worth of being bawled out in this very room. Not a pleasant atmosphere. And the tidiness is only serving to make me conscious of the state of my own office.’
‘I’m sure walking doesn’t take that long. Very sure in fact since I tend to make my own way around the Weyr.’ A sceptical look graced Darya’s face at that. Dragons were the undisputed masters of taking you long distances in an eyeblink. However for getting from office to food, they weren’t usually faster than walking. ‘Although I do sometimes forget to go and get food when I’m busy not doing my paperwork ‘ She was forced to admit.
Emoyan’s raised eyebrows only got the mirror expression in return, Darya had decided not to say one more word on that topic for the moment, she sincerely believe this was one outfit that would have to seen rather than described. Aside from that she’d apparently managed to change the location of this date from Emoyan’s office (thankfully) but he’d placed the task of deciding on a new location on her. ‘Your place or mine?’ She asked, deciding to give the final decision back. If she was totally honest she wanted to give Emoyan a chance to avoid Azrath if he wished, the candidatemaster seemed remarkably balanced but some dragonless didn’t like close proximity to other people’s beasts, and Darya really couldn’t blame them. If it spared him any pain she’d walk around in that stupid get up.
Darya looked doubtfully at the dazed firelizard. ‘Maybe you should get a few more firelizards to help him.’ She suggested. ‘I’d lend you mine but she’s likely to be more of a hindrance to him. He’d have to separate Bit from Skink every few minutes. She’s not a flitter who’s blessed with patience.’
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Post by dragon on Mar 7, 2010 17:31:09 GMT -5
Undoubtedly, Skink was dully impressed with the speed at which Imp's slaves handed her ammo. This was unprecedented! And no, she had no intention of eating the eggs. Some mandyrs ate eggs ... Skink wasn't one of them. If a mandyr could snicker, Skink would have been. As it was, she darted over to an egg faster than anyone could blink, and then was promptly rolling it away across the tabletop toward the stove with apparent great care. Must not smash it before its due time, after alllllll~~~ She quickly reached where the fire was, and eyed it for a moment, stretched over the top of her claimed egg. Ah hah! This would be so funnnnn. She got behind it again, and gave it a shove, sending it whirling into the fire. She then scampered away again, knowing that it was going to explode and send flaming-hot egg goo all over the kitchen shortly. Impacting a second egg, she shoved that one off of the table so that it fell to the floor. He he he ... watching someone slip in that after the explosion would be even more fun! She then scurried away again, out of sight and out of the blast radius. Never mind it was into the potato sack~ There, she turned around and peeped back out at the kitchen, almost invisible but for her two tiny, shiny eyes. So funnnnnn~!
Emoyan wanted to grin, but was tempted to look more somber. To be sympathetic, or poke fun? It was a hard choice!!! And one couldn't very well be both at the same time. "Well ... I suppose if you were a bad candidate ..." He reasoned, somehow managing to make it both a reasonable remark as well as a playful jab at her pride. Darya was just too much fun to harass to truly pass up an opportunity. "Busy not doing your paperwork? What do you do then, if you're not doing the paperwork?" Whatever it was, it had to be really interesting if she forgot to eat. Well .... on the other hand... maybe he didn't want to know after all.
He tried, really really hard. He really did try to not laugh. "Your place or mine? Darya, dear. You just got through protesting my place." He shrugged and spread his hands a bit, trusting Rascal to not flop off of his thigh. "This is my place. I live here, with the candidates." He reminded. "I don't have a weyr anymore." Azaran never crossed his mind, but then he lived in a Weyr still ... dragon surrounded him daily. With the occasional visit where Ciceroth was around ... dragons didn't generally bother him much. So long as he didn't start brooding on the subject. But then ... Ciceroth wasn't blue. And he'd not had any personal contact with a blue dragon, expressly, since Kindrith's death.
"I used to have another flitter. F'lix killed him for me." Emoyan remarked, somberly. He picked Rascal up and set the flitter on the desk proper, where the brown got to his feet. Ruffling his wings, he didn't seem all that terribly the worse for the wear. Rascal looked around the office, aware that something was missing, and something was added. That something added was obvious - Darya was taking up a whole chair all by herself (how rude). However, just as soon as she mentioned Skink's name, Rascal realized what was missing. The tiny terror. With a startled cry, he jumped into the air and started flying in circles, searching the whole room for the little green menace. Where was Skink?!!!
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Mar 14, 2010 14:08:30 GMT -5
Imp’s frill half flicked up in surprise. What was that green up to now? Didn’t she know she was supposed to eat the eggs? Apparently not since she busily rolled it along the table. Imp’s neck craned to see what Skink was doing. What? The fire? How strange. The way Skink vanished gave Imp a clue as to what he should be doing. The bronze promptly grabbed up his egg and ran to hide away in a pile of pots and pans. What do for? Strange little greenling. Imp queried privately while he gobbled his egg. He might have to beat a hasty retreat but he wasn’t going to do it without eating.
‘Oh I was an awful candidate.’ Darya smirked. ‘Always raising hell.’ That was a fabrication of course; in reality Darya had done very little hellraising in her time as a candidate compared to some others but the candidate master at the time had been evil. Really evil. ‘Now, is that the kind of question you really want to know the answer to?’ The next question got a question in return along with the kind of look that suggested it was an answer Emoyan might well regret if he did ask for it.
‘Oh, how naive of me to just assume that they let you have a room of your own somewhere in this Weyr, and after they so generously provided you with an office too.’ Darya’s eyebrow quirked again, at this rate she was going to need them taped back in their normal place. ‘Still, if you want to make the arduous journey up to my weyr I suppose I can’t stop you.’ One of Darya’s stranger smiles pulled at the corner of her mouth.
Sudden rage flashed in Darya’s eyes briefly before she throttled it down. Fortunately Rascal’s strange behaviour was a distraction, and Darya had a strange feeling she knew what it was about. ‘Sorry Rascal, Skink vanished off with Imp.’ Her eyes followed the brown around the room as she talked to him. She wondered what kind of reaction that would spawn from the firelizard.
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Post by dragon on Mar 30, 2010 17:30:13 GMT -5
Skink frilled in silent victory as the egg exploded in a wet, hot, gooey mess that stuck to everything it hit … whether pots, pans, tables, clothes, or skin. The miniature explosion (massive for something as small as Skink) created quite a stir, as no one had expected any such thing to happen. And of course questions were raised as to how an egg, much less an uncooked egg had managed to make it into the fire. All while several people were swearing up one side and down the other as they tried to get the hot gooey spots off of them. Skink of course reveled in watching the ensuing chaos, before it ceased to interest her any more. Scurrying off from her hiding spot, she was sure to not be seen – the last thing she wanted was acknowledgement in her hand in the fun. Finding where Imp was hiding, she wiggled down in there. Much fun! What got? She asked, poking her face into his egg. New boom? Why eat boom?
Emoyan laughed, both at her comment and her expression. "Always at least one in a crowd." He agreed. Whether it was true or not, there was no way he could tell … not that it mattered to him in the least. "Well … I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know, you know that. But hey – if you don't want to say, that's all you have to say." He shrugged, lifting his hands for a moment before returning them to their prior position. "I won't make you say." Coercion was just not one of his strong suits – nor did he want it to be.
"Well … I do have my own room. But it's right there." He pointed at the other door to the office. "Pretty much the same thing, in my book. Stuff goes in there, stuff migrates back out here … it's all the same. Space that I pretend to use." Emoyan shrugged. "What you see is what you get." Though it was getting fairly comical to watch the endless dance that her eyebrows were making… he had to wonder if she even knew how mobile and expressive her eyebrows were. "But, I don't mind the walk. I will need to know where it is, though. I'm not quite omnipotent at the moment." He laughed.
The flash of rage was the last thing expected, and Emoyan just watched her for a moment. Rascal turned his head to look at Darya for a moment before he took a moment to look around the room again. With a dismayed chirp, Rascal jumped into flight and vanished into between before he quite had his wings all the way open. Time to go scour the Weyr in vain hope of finding the little troublemaker. Of course, the best place to start looking was where there was hollering – if her current prank had fired yet. "He'll find them – eventually." Emoyan remarked.
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Apr 4, 2010 17:05:16 GMT -5
Imp’s head emerged from his hiding place for a moment before all the shouting, stamping, and swearing going on convinced him that now was a good time to stay hidden and mind his own business in the safety of the pot pile. Well that was one egg lost to his grasp forever, but he still had most of one right here… Skink was coming to steal it! Imp’s frill snapped up, then slowly collapsed as the green chattered. She wasn’t here to steal it? She thought eggs were supposed to go boom like that? How strange. Not go boom. He insisted, returning to his snack. Eat eggsss, eat. Why throw in fire? Make much noise.
Darya’s eyes flicked to hitherto unconsidered door. ‘You could probably get something better than a storage closet if you asked you know.’ She commented, judging the size of the adjoining room to be pretty cramped based on what she could remember of the candidate barracks’ dimensions. In fact up until now she’d assumed it was a storage closet. ‘Oh I thought omnipotence was in your job description. I think it’s supposed to be in mine, but someone was desperate so I got past as I am.’ A grin flashed across Darya’s face. ‘I’m sure you’d find me eventually by just watching for the fleeing drudges, or listening for the cursing, but since I do enjoy your company I’ll tell you. First weyr on first floor east side.’ She considered adding a snarky comment about not being late, but refrained since a time had yet to be mentioned.
Oh dear, that seemed to have upset Rascal. Was the idea of Skink running around loose really that bad? On second thought, maybe so. Skink was the ‘mandyr that dived into bowls of cream and wriggled into people’s undergarments. Who knew what else the little bugger was capable of… ‘Oh I’m not worried about Imp, he’s only gone because he expects you to watch me. He’ll be back, a green of his own species probably won’t interest him for long. Although I’ll admit Skink does have ways of holding the attention that most greens don’t.’ Darya’s smile was a study in crooked amusement.
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Post by dragon on Apr 11, 2010 22:56:47 GMT -5
Skink sat back on her haunches and gave Imp a very strange look. What eat boom? Boom no taste good, boom go boom... she leaned forward and stuffed her snout into his egg. After sniffing it for a moment, she hesitantly licked at it, tasting it. Sitting back again, she licked her snout thoughtfully, tilting her head as she regarded Imp. Throw in fire, make big boom. Make notmines squeal. Very fun! Watch scurry like bugs. Fun fun. Skink explained, wiggling all over in excitement. Of course, since Imp had already broken his egg, it wasn't going to go boom even if it was rolled into a fire. So she started helping him eat it, marveling at the different flavors between yolk and white. Who knew eggs were so yummy! She'd have to find a stash of them just for eating!!
Storage closet. Compared to a whole weyr, the place was rather like a storage closet. It had taken some getting used to - after decades of living in a weyr, and then moving here ... indeed. Storage closet was an apt description. However, he no longer had a dragon to need so much space. So, he shrugged just a little bit. "It only has to hold me, my two pets, and a handful of instruments. It works, I suppose." Emoyan answered. "If I moved elsewhere, it would he harder to keep an eye on the rats." He added, as an after thought. "Anyway ... if that was in the job description, someone sorely failed to inform me of it." Emoyan grinned just a bit, and shrugged. "I get by." He did take note of her 'address', however, fully intending to take her up on that offer of a visit. Partly because he did like her company, and partly because he was really curious.
"Unfortunately, I don't think Imp will be able to hold Skink back from whatever plans it is she's got. She'll do it alone just as quick as with help." Emoyan mused. "She gets me in trouble a lot. Rascal usually does a pretty good job keeping her under control, but even he has to sleep." He was actually quite curious where the beast had gotten to, and somewhat worried what she was up to. Maybe collecting Imp as a shiny would distract her from too much trouble. One could hope, anyway!! "Imp is more of a gold-chaser, then?" Emoyan asked, out of curiosity. Since he didn't like greens much, it was a decent assumption.
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