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Post by Rei on Jan 15, 2009 19:09:22 GMT -5
Ebolath splashed hers with a well aimed wave of water from her tail. I got you Raymine. She sang playfully as the weyrling sputtered from where she was sunning on the riverbank. “You brat!” Raylin yelled shielding herself from another wave of water. The girl jumped from the bank and shed her soaked clothes before jumping in after the little green. Ebolath snorted playfully and sank under the slow moving water as Raylin splashed after her. The weyrling stopped as she approached Ebolath's partially submerged form and ran an eye over the dieing current. “I wish it would rain already the river is looking a bit pathetic. It barely covers you completely anymore."
Ebolath raised herself from the bottom and also looked around the river. Yes, she said sadly. But the water is much, much warmer than before. Raylin turned to look at her bonded. Ebolath had only hatched two months ago and in that short amount of time it was true, the rivers current and temperature had changed drastically. There was not much they could do about it however.
Ebolath gave another splash to hers and lidded her eyes as she sank under the water to nose around in the murky river bottom. What are you doing silly? Raylin asked her green as she continued to industrially stir up the murky bottom. I am searching for a shiny for Corinth’s.
Raylin shook her head. Sweetheart even if you gave him the biggest shiny in the world I doubt it would make him any happier. Ebolath raised her head for a minute to look at her bonded. I promised Corinth I would try. His should not be so unhappy. He should be happy. She then ducked her head again and continued her search. Knowing it was futile to argue with her further, Raylin lay back in the warm shallows and allowed the slow moving current to caress her skin. They had some time before class so they might as well enjoy the time they had.
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Post by dragon on Jan 15, 2009 22:07:41 GMT -5
A strange sounding wail reached thier ears. It was completely unidentifiable, as to what was making the strange noise, but it definitely wasn't human. And it was getting closer ... rather quickly.
With a yelp, the incoming wailing halted, as Frosstyth rocketed out of the underbrush on top of the river bank. Once free of the ground and brush, he spread his baby wings, and made a terrific splash down in the river, just a yard or so from Ebolath and hers. Standing up in the river, the crazy brown crowed a victory landing, before dancing in a circle and then over to his little clutch sister.
The brown weyrling looked really funny ... mostly because he was wearing goggles, but ... well ... he looked really funny. The goggles appeared to have once been human goggles, but the nose band had been severed and re attached with a longer peice of leather, so that they reached from one dragon eye to the other. And the strap went around under the dragon's jaw, to hold them in place.
Not only did it make him very strange looking, it also made him look slightly bug eyed, as the lenses refracted his multifaceted eyes, and made them seem a lot rounder than they were.
Hi! Frosstyth greeted, dancing sideways around the two girls.
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Post by antinanco on Jan 16, 2009 17:19:39 GMT -5
It was true that the current of the river had changed drastically, but today it was being helped by a rather forlorn blue. He lay sprawled length-wise up stream from the Weyrlings, attempting to act as a dam for the remaining water, but he was failing rather miserably. His rider watched from the bank as he flopped this way and that like a fish out of water in hopes of blocking the river from fleeing.
"I d’t think y’gonna do much, Angth. Y’too small," W’ri grunted, feeling the whiplash of his blue’s despair. The dragon gave one final heave before laying motionless, belly up, caked in quickly-drying mud. But the river is small too! It should work… but it does not. I think we should go back to the coast, Ri-mine. The man shook his head and opened his mouth to say something about time and needing to protect the Weyr, but then an unidentifiable shriek resounded upstream. The two were instantly after its source, worried that it was one of a dog-eared feline trying to make an easy meal on some poor Weyrfolk.
Thankfully, all they found were two weyrlings and a greenweyrling playing in the decapitated stream. Hello, sister and brother! I hope the river is working out better for you than it is for me, Angth greeted cheerfully, the idea of socializing cheering him up quite a bit, Those things on your head are odd, little Frosstyth. I am curious, do they help you swim? The blue dipped his head down in front of the little dancing brown, his own curious periwinkle eyes meeting the bulging eyes behind goggles.
“G’afternoon, Weyrling,” W’ri rumbled with a nod to the girl. He had his thick arms crossed against his chest and held his chin high in what he hoped was a cool, manly exterior. He was MAN! Eat your own hearts out, ladies of Pern.
Angth snorted and used his tail to push the man over into the mud. Silly rider. He was horrible for conversing, sometimes. The man cried out as his manly exterior was lost and fell face-first in the mud, sending splatters flying in the direction of Raylin and Ebolath. Hurriedly he clamored to his feet with an apologetic glance to the Weyrlings, attempting to wipe off the layer of mud he had accumulated to little avail. Well, so much for first impressions…
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Post by Rei on Jan 17, 2009 16:12:57 GMT -5
Frosstyth’s dramatic entrance startled Ebolath into skittering sideways but once she saw who it was she gave a croon of welcome. Clutchbrother mine? What happened to your lovely eyes? The green asked poking her muddy muzzle at his goggles in confusion. Raylin’s eyes widened at the sight of the goggles and she couldn’t help laughing. The little brown looked a tad ridiculous really.
After her laughing fit Raylin froze. Frosstyth meant C’oar…Oh shards. Where were her clothes? She frantically cast an eye to the bank where her clothes sat. They seemed so very far away. She had just begun to make her way over to them when a large blue dragon came crashing through the water. Just great. The weyrling sunk behind Ebolath until only her head was showing. Great timing she thought as she looked up at the blue.
Ebolath ignored hers in favor of the large handsome blue who decided to grace the river with his presence. Hello. The little green said happily. The river is very nice thank you. Very warm. Raylin flinched slightly as the blue’s rider addressed her. “Um he-hello sir.” She said trying to keep the nervous stutter out of her tone and failing quite miserably. As Angth knocked his rider into the mud a small giggle escaped her lips despite her best effort to keep it contained and Ebolath gave a huff of draconic laughter. Yours is silly Angth.
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Post by dragon on Jan 18, 2009 0:29:50 GMT -5
Frosstyth posed dramatically for Ebolath, lifting tail and head high, half lifting his wings. And then her question deflated him all over again. He blinked at her, through the goggles, before titling his face downward so that he could see her better past the rims. Nothing happened to my eyes. He protested. What makes you think that something happened to my eyes? They're quite fine! I see very well! He blinked a few times more, and then shook his head, trying to get some of the water off the lenses. They were making it awfully hard to see.
And then the brown weyrling yelped and jumped sideways as an adult blue crashed in on the, sending water everywhere. Righting himself, Frosstyth shook his head again, now more or less entirely blind for the mud on his goggles. Who's there?! The dragonet demanded, hopping back up to all for feet, and facing - he thought - the intruder. In reality, the blue was behind him, but he didn't know that ... yet.
Lifting a forefoot, Frosstyth tried scraping at the goggles, trying to get some mud off of them so he could see something. He wasn't going to actually scrape the goggles off, though ... oh, no. He needed those goggles! He could hear laughter ... both draconic and human ... so he figured there wasn't anything terribly wrong going on. Now if only he could see what it was?
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Post by antinanco on Jan 18, 2009 13:29:43 GMT -5
Yes, he is very silly, especially around pretty females like yours when they are clothless, Angth agreed as W’ri resumed his awkward tough-guy stance, But that is why he is mine and no one else’s! Surely yours has quirks like that, too? W’ri was too busy trying to figure out why Raylin was being so bashful. Certainly she had been seen naked before, in the communal bathing houses? And she was a greenrider, for goodness sake! She was supposed to be sexual and, well, to put it bluntly, slutty! The rider continued to stare at her in confusion as the blue plopped himself down into the muddy bank and folded his legs beneath his body as if trying to hide from the sun. But his merry blue eyes betrayed his withdrawn shape, and his mental laughter boomed throughout many heads at once.
Ri-mine, go help the poor little brown!The full-grown dragon snorted before W’ri could even move a muscle. Surprised that his blue was giving him orders, he looked up and questioned, What, why me? Can’t you do it? From where he stood, it looked like his blue was undermining his authority. Not that he hadn’t been planning on helping the Weyrling in the first place, but his manly-exterior was at full force, making him as stubborn as a clutch-heavy queen. You are making Ebolath’s not-mine nervous. People are so funny with their own bodies… But please, W’ri-love? For me? I am not comfortable touching things, you know.The blue whined in a high-pitched whimper and head-butted the rider pleadingly, but he remained stead-fast in the onslaught of cuteness. Angth grumbled, seeing how others made his so stubborn, and pulled out his secret weapon. It will impress Ebolath’s not-mine…
W’ri was over at Frosstyth’s side in an instant, tenderly wiping off the mud from his make-shift goggles with more emotion that he realized he was showing. “There now, nothing to be afraid of,” he cooed, having Angth relaying the little brown’s thoughts, “It’s just W’ri and Angth. We’re not felines or anything like that, I promise. Though I’m sure if you needed to fight off any felines, you’d do a wonderful job.” The rider leaned back and examined his handy work. The goggles were anything but clean, but at least he could see through the slightly smudged lenses. Right?
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Post by Rei on Jan 18, 2009 20:41:44 GMT -5
Yes something is wrong with your eyes. Ebolath said slapping the water with her tail for emphasis. They are covered by those funny things. She snorted to displace some mud that had collected in her nostril and turned her head toward her bonded as she felt her grip onto her neck. The little green crooned to Raylin and nuzzled her affectionately. It is ok Raymine do not be frightened. If he tries to touch you I will bite him. She said reassuringly.
You don’t have to bite him love. I’m ok. Ebolath turned one whirling green eye to regard W’ri as he started to wipe the mud from Frosstyth’s goggles. Finding him occupied she turned to the blue. Yes I suppose mine does have quirks. She replied to Angth. She is very nervous around males. Especially when she is by herself. I do not understand really. She has no reason to be nervous. Sometimes mines are very silly. Raylin sunk further down into the muddy water, making sure to keep Ebolath between her and the blue rider at all times.
She was very grateful that the water was so muddy, it helped hide her from his prying eyes. Something about the man made her nervous and she almost wished C’oar was here instead. At least him she was familiar with. She banished that thought as soon as it came to mind. If Saeo knew she was naked around C’oar she would have her lynched or worse. What about Corinth’s? Ebolath supplied catching train of her riders thoughts. What about T'rid? He was naked around you. That was different! Ebolath people aren’t supposed to just parade around naked. People are silly things. Oh you’re a silly thing to sometimes. Am not.
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Post by dragon on Jan 18, 2009 23:52:46 GMT -5
Frosstyth squirmed, and then blinked, as he could suddenly see again. His vision was streaky, but it was no longer rendering him blind. AHai! The brown squeaked, and backpeddaled a few steps. Staring up at W'ri, he squeaked. And then uttered a baby dragon bellow at the man. What did he think he was doing, messing with his prized goggles?!
Frosstyth paddled through the water back over to where Ebolath was standing, stirring up even more mud. He sat down in the water on Raylin's other side, and eyed W'ri suspiciously. The blue rider was not one that Frosstyth was akin to trusting, at the moment. Sneaking up on him like that! And then messing with his goggles!
Must protect Ebolath and hers. Yes. C'oar would want that. Um ... where was his, anyway? Frossyth looked around, blinking frequently to try and clear up his line of sight. Naturally, it didn't work very well.
Dunking his head into the river, Frosstyth splashed about a bit with one front leg, trying to clean his goggles. When he sat up, he was totally muddy again, but his goggles were slightly clearer. Raylin was also muddy, now ... and it showed better on her than it did on his brown hide. But ... because of where Frosstyth was sitting, no one could see that except Raylin, Ebolath, and Frosstyth. Covered, yes. Must be ... mine says so. Must be. I couldn't watch without them. Mine said so. I can't take them off, not until Mine says so. Frosstyth explained, to Ebolath.
Mine! There is a mean person here, he tried to take my goggles!! Frosstyth complained, all the way to C'oar, who was quite a bit farther down the river. I am making him stay away from Ebolath's! And Angth is making the river muddy and bad for drinking!! The brown added, for good measure.
C'oar stopped what he was doing, hammer uplifted mid-swing. Do what, now? Nothing his dragonet had said made much sense to C'oar, but that didn't seem to matter. He set the hammer down and looked around. Frosstyth was no where to be seen. Which was rather disturbing, to be sure. That stocky brown had a habit of getting into trouble, of late. Playful trouble, and purely by accident, but ... trouble nonetheless. Stripping his own set of goggles off his head, C'oar dropped them into the middle of his cold-forging project. It was just metal that he was shaping with a hammer, and no heat. It was coming along nicely, but ... it would have to wait to be finished.
He probed his dragonet's mind gently to figure out where he was, though the things he had said highly suggested he was in the river. And yes... he was in the river. So C'oar snatched up a towel that was laying nearby, to try and clean the muddy creature off with as he walked down the river to see what sort of mess Frosstyth had gotten into now.
He stopped on the bank when he saw the situation, and frowned slightly. He could tell the way Raylin was acting that she didn't have a stitch on ... and he was also aware of her very prudish tendancies. And he could also see what W'ri was thinking in the way the man was acting. While in most cases C'oar might not have cared, this particular instance did slightly irritate him. Raylin was his friend. And her getting cornered by some bluerider was not something he liked the idea of. He was glad that the two dragonets were so close to her, keeping her safe.
"Hey." He said, before pulling the towel off his shoulder and tossing it out to Raylin. It fluttered through the air, and missed her ... it draped itself over Frosstyth's head instead. That made the brown squeak in surprise, turning his head this way and that. NOW why couldn't he see? This blindness was soft, though ... he could feel it on his earknobs. "What's going on?" C'oar asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leveled his gaze on W'ri. Technically, he knew that the bluerider ranked everyone else here. Simply because Ebolath and Frosstyth were both still young. But that didn't stop C'oar from being displeased at the man for posturing like that. Raylin wasn't most greenriders, and her dragon was definitely still young. The bluerider ought to know better, regardless of his motives.
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Post by Avu on Jan 19, 2009 12:07:16 GMT -5
When things went shriek, T'rid wanted to, naturally, see what was going on. Doubly so, considering that the felines were growing steadily more daring, if the attacks recently had been anything to go by, a fact which displeased the bronzerider. He couldn't do much about felines; they were too stupid to go away and too smart to be caught out in the open. What did you do with something like that? Flame them, and risk setting the jungle on fire without a breath of rain to put it out? No. You tried not to let anybody get eaten, is what you did, and while there were some people that T'rid thought would be better eaten than uneaten, he still had to go see. Alas, the duties of Weyrleader were neverending...the bronzerider snickered slightly as he dodged around the Main Hall, where the kitchen staff were screaming orders and the clatter of pots and pans made anything else inaudible, but no, it hadn't come from there - and besides, the sound had been distinctly inhuman, and more draconic than anything.
Corinth, too, was curious, and he looped lazily above T'ridHis in the air as the bronzerider made his way towards the river, and then, as the source of the noise was pinpointed, the bronze backwinged to land next to the riverbank, head cocked to study the small congregation. Ebolath, Ebolath's, Frosstyth, Frosstyth's, a blue he didn't recognize, and the blue's mindmate. Before he could inform his Rider who exactly was there, the bronzerider had already stopped next to him, one hand resting on the bronze's foreleg as he raised his eyebrows at the scene below. Brown dragonet with weird goggles that looked like some Weyrbrat had made them for a deformed wherry and a towel on his head, idiot that belonged to aforementioned brown dragon on the riverbank acting like he owned the place, Ebolath, Raylin's head, blue dragon, bluerider.
How...strange.
Strange indeed, Corinth agreed, the bronze sounding rather amused as opposed to sarcastic and unimpressed as did his Rider, who leaned against the bronze's forearm, Corinth crooning loudly to catch the attentions of the dragons and their Riders below, though the bronze didn't bespeak any of them, his eyes whirling slightly faster in an emotion slightly like pride as he glanced at Ebolath - and then pure confusion as he blinked at Frosstyth. Goggles. ...why did he have goggles? For swimming? But dragons' eyelids were like natural goggles already, the first set transparent and giving brilliant visibility while keeping out water from the jewel-faceted orbs. Nevertheless, the bronze merely settled onto his stomach, tail flicking idly and almost possessively around T'ridHis - luckily for C'oar, the bronze didn't recall the previous incident between His and the Brownweyrling, or he wouldn't have been nearly so relaxed.
It was T'rid who spoke first out of the pair, the bronzerider's eyebrow rising and his voice quiet and with the slightest disparaging note to it. Undoubtedly Raylin wasn't wearing anything - it was obvious by the way she kept all but her head underwater, and the fact that her clothes were, as it were, out of the water. It didn't particularly matter to T'rid; he'd seen nakedness before and he frankly wasn't affected by it in the least. "What a scene." His tone was rather skeptical, and while it didn't single out anyone of the three, it still wasn't exactly friendly as he crossed his arms, staring at C'oar, Raylin, and W'ri. "You know, if you're so upset about being seen nude, I wouldn't suggest bathing out in the middle of the river," he added to Raylin, glancing pointedly at her discarded clothing. "And...bluerider, what just shrieked?"
Things did not just go shriek without good reason, surely.
Despite the fact that he very much wanted to know why his dragon sported goggles, C'oar was blatantly ignored by T'rid. He did not like the Brownweyrling, and he was quite certain said Brownweyrling felt the same about him. No, T'rid didn't hate C'oar - not really. He wasn't a threat, and T'rid didn't regard him as particularly intelligent, and besides, he would always rank higher than the Brownweyrling anyway - not to mention he'd more training. C'oar just wasn't worth bothering with. It took far too much effort to kill someone, and why should he when he could just pretend the Brownweyrling didn't - and never would - exist? He might fly on our wing someday, Corinth pointed out sensibly. We are good Wingleaders; perhaps we'll stay Wingleaders even after the Weyrleadership is gone - ? Then you can talk to him through Frosstyth. I certainly won't, though, T'rid answered, taking a few steps forward to better survey the scene, though his eyes never lingered long.
He was starting to think that he didn't need to go anywhere near the river anymore.
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Post by antinanco on Jan 24, 2009 16:37:13 GMT -5
W’ri looked up as C’oar arrived, a surprised expression washing across his face only to be replaced by stony-cold antagonism. A second ago he had just been attending to this weylring’s hatching, something that should never happen since hatchling were never to be let out of sight, and now he was being greeted like some sort of to-be child molester! Sure, the though had crossed his mind, but he was a man! And she just a girl, a naked girl! A girl with a hatchling! Just thinking off all the damage and wrong that instance would cause for all made him cringe.
Angth stood at attention. This situation might call for his intervention, since he was currently the largest being here, and he would do it for his rider’s reputation since it meant to much to him, but it didn’t mean he liked it. W’ri-love, I think it is best we leave. Ebolath’s not-mine is apparently nervous around men and Frosstyth’s not-mine is protective for a brownrider.
[/color] The anxious feeling bubbling around inside the blue was dampened by W’ri as he evenly stated, “Just checking out ‘hat noise… All seems fine ‘ere,” He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, taking great lengths to inspect the scene and make sure they saw him doing so. “So we’ll take our leave.” He pulled himself out of the muck and also rose to his full height, but compared to an average human being he was still short. Then a bronzerider—no, the Weyrleader appeared. W’ri scrambled to attention, saluting the man sharply, expecting the Weyrlings to follow (they were apart of this T’rid’s troops now, after all). This was perfect. Angth would finally settled down now that there was no chance he’d had to resort to restraining anyone, and indeed he did arise steadily from the mud to properly great the two. Plus the bluerider had a chance to gain respect in the eyes of the most masculine man in the entire Weyr. Of course, this fact made it all the more embarrassing that W’ri had no clue whatsoever what had made that noise. “”M not sure, Weyrleader,” he replied slowly, grimacing a bit, “Angth ‘n me were upstream when we heard it too. Though it might be a cat, but all we found were ‘ese three.” He nodded to Raylin and the two young dragons. “They seem ta be fine, though, so we were just leavin’.” Angth dipped his head in respect to Corinth. He desperately wished to reach out and bespeak the bronze, to restart the merry conversation that had only just moments ago been broken, but he hesitated because of the bronze’s size and silence. Instead he turned the two younglings and apologized, Sorry for the trouble. W’ri apologizes as well, though he will not say it in front of the Weyrleader. I hope this does not drive our mines apart.[/b] What! I never said I apologized! W’ri cried, prying his eyes off of T’rid to look back at his dragon. The blue tilted his triangular head to the side and lumbered closer to his. But you do regret it. I can feel it, as much as you try to hide it.[/i] W’ri blushed and patted his blue’s dirty hide lightly. Ah well, at least someone had said it.[/center][/font]
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Post by Rei on Jan 25, 2009 14:29:33 GMT -5
Ebolath’s eyes whirled in happy blues as Frosstyth explained the goggles. Ah I see what were you watching? She asked swinging her head around to watch W’ri carefully. She would allow him no closer to hers. She could feel Frosstyth’s distrust and his opinion was good enough for her.
Raylin moved farther between the two small dragons touching each dragon’s side gently. Ebolath please tell Frosstyth thank you for me. Ebolath dipped her head to bump her brother’s shoulder. Mine says thank you for helping her. She said to the small brown, as C’oar’s voice echoed across the river. The little green crooned a welcome as Raylin swung around to catch sight of the lad. When he flung the towel out across the river and it settled on Frosstyth’s head she gave him a grateful look. At least he was not viewing her as some kind of sex object. No, in fact he reminded her of a protective brother more than anything else.
At Corinth’s appearance and croon Ebolath warbled her own welcome rearing up slightly to properly display her excitement. Hello Corinth! I am protecting mine. I am doing a good job yes? She said as she swung her head around and grabbed the towel off her brother’s head. The green offered it to hers who quickly wound it around herself, trembling slightly not at all from the cold. Great T'rid was the not a person she wanted around right now. Why did things always seem to go from bad to worse in a matter of minutes?
At T‘rid‘s statement Raylin turned to face him fighting a blush as she stammered out an explanation. “I was perfectly fine until he showed up.” The weyrling replied gesturing to W’ri. “I can hardly bathe in the evenings or mornings due to the felines and we are not supposed to venture away from the weyr anymore because of the cats.” She explained. “I wasn‘t even planning on bathing until Ebolath soaked my clothes. I was going to give them time to dry. I wasn‘t expecting to be cornered.” She shook her head ruefully. “I suppose I should know better.” She sank down next to her green and fought to keep her composure.
Ebolath sensing hers was getting upset crooned lovingly at her and then swung her head around to hiss in W’ri’s direction, her eyes now colored a deep yellow mixed with shards of red. The little green then spoke to Angth. Mine is not comfortable when men pay attention to her. She felt trapped by yours. I do not know if she will want to see him again. I however hold no hard feelings towards you. Ebolath shifted so she could help support hers who was suddenly feeling quite weak.
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Post by dragon on Jan 25, 2009 20:42:45 GMT -5
C'oar's expression darkened slightly when T'rid appeared. It was a good thing that Storm wasn't with him at the moment, or the bronze flitter might have flown into a rage at the sight of the weyrleader, and gone after Stupid ... wherever the mandyr happened to be at the moment. Deciding that the best way to deal with the obnoxious Leader was to ignore him in kind, since T'rid was being so gracious as to ingore C'oar, he looked away from the bronzerider and back down into the river.
He watched as W'ri seemed to realize what sort of situation he was in, and then slogg out of the river and mud. And then the blurider saluted T'rid? Oh, shards. Like T'rid needed his ego stroked! Rolling his eyes, C'oar looked down at where the weyrlings were again, with Raylin. Even with a towel about her now, she seemed reluctant to get out of there. Well ... there was nothing else he could do for her. And as such, C'oar just stood there on the bank, silent, and merely watching what was going on below him and across the river.
Frosstyth burbled, as the towel was taken off his head, and looked around again. There! He could see! Happily, he nudged Raylin with his head. Quite alright, Ebolath. Tell yours I was happy to help. Frosstyth looked up and over his own shoulder at where C'oar was standing above them on the bank. He crooned a little, eager for his to know that he was helping! He was helping, did his see that? Was his proud of him? At a very small and subtle nod from the lad, Frosstyth's heart swelled with pride, and he crooned again, happily.
Frosstyth looked at Ebolath, then, and answered her question: I was watching sparky fires! It was pretty! But mine said it hurts eyes, if a sparky touches them. So he made me wear these things ... so my eyes would stay safe. Mine was making sparky fires every time he smacked the metal thing with his heavy thing! He said, excitedly.
He looked past Ebolath at the big blue, and that one that belonged to the blue. That ... that confused him. Those two did. Not that he'd been able to see much to tell what was really going on anyway. Frosstyth was just stuck in the clueless box for the moment. And then he turned his head around some more, and spotted Corinth. The little brown's eyes got big, then, as he looked up. And up. And up some more.
He warbled in amazement, and then stuck his tongue out for a moment as he contemplated Corinth. Frosstyth lifted up onto his back feet slightly, the boyancy of the water aiding him in that movement even though he wasn't even slightly balanced on his back feet. His front feet were barely off the river bottom. Hi! I'm Frosstyth. What do I call you? Frosstyth asked, awed by Corinth's color and sheer size. Even though Corinth was not the biggest dragon in the weyr ... by far he wasn't ... he was still the biggest dragon Frosstyth had ever seen in his life, since the hatching. Which he really didn't remember all that well. If at all. And the young brown was impressed. How did you get so big?!
Finally deciding that he really needed to do something, C'oar made his way down the incline of the bank, and stopped at the water's edge. There, he extended a hand out to Raylin. She really needed to get out of that water, before she turned into a fish and swam away to never be seen again. Or ... at least turned into a prune and the towel got so water logged it wouldn't stay on her.
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Post by Avu on Jan 26, 2009 16:07:22 GMT -5
Had. He. Just. Been. Saluted?
Previously, T'rid had believed it impossible to choke in surprise. Even now, he was doubtful, but he'd never been closer to doing just that then at this precise moment. The Weyrleader stared at W'ri, his expression one of a rather comical mix of sheer shock and a slight arrogance. The expression was a fleeting one, though, and changed the next moment to his usual cool condescension, the ghost of a smirk hovering around his lips, though internally he was still reeling. Saluted? Him? Sure, he knew he was Weyrleader - wince - but that didn't mean he expected people to salute him. Actually, he expected them not to salute him, and he preferred it that way. If he'd wanted company, he'd be a lot more bouncy and sparkly in general, and if he wanted respect, then he'd actually care what everybody thought. But he wasn't, and he didn't, and - thus - it took no genius to figure out that T'rid wanted neither company nor respect.
He was a bit disoriented, but a mental prod from Corinth received a properly scathing response. I /am/ awake, so you don't need to be poking /me/... The bronze dragon crooned a greeting to Angth, Ebolath, and - much to T'rid's disgust - Frosstyth. Why him? Ignore him. Er...your petty hate-everyone scheme...is not working very well. In case you hadn't realized. I don't hate /everybody/... The bronze would have responded with a challenge; T'rid was absolutely certain of it. However, Ebolath's statement drew his attention, and the bronze turned his head to eye his clutchdaughter affectionately, though the statement made him blink, cocking his head in slight surprise and faint anxiety. Protecting her? From what? Not the shrieking thing? Passing the message absently to T'ridhis, Corinth crooned softly.
You are indeed doing a wonderful job. What, if I may ask, are you protecting her from? There was nothing scary here, and they had the full-grown blue dragon and his Rider should anything decide to attack, and this close to the Weyr, it would take only seconds for reinforcements. And do you know what shrieked, a few minutes back? he added. T'ridmine and I heard it and we didn't know what it was, and we didn't want anybody to be getting hurt, so we came...surely it came from this area? It sounded very much like it. The dragon's hearing was good, and his Rider wasn't exactly deaf, either, and he was certain the wailing shriek had come from along the river. He didn't - couldn't? T'rid wasn't the only one with an ego, though Corinth's didn't show as prominently - accept that he could have been so mistaken.
Raylin's explanation as to her nude-in-public state was met with a relatively blank look as the bronzerider took a few steps closer to the edge of the river. It had receded, and he found himself teetering on the edge between mud and grass, where the water level had once been, clearly unaffected by Raylin's anxiety. As far as he knew, he'd never been at all concerned about who saw him in what state, and thus, he found it all too simple to forget should somebody come along who did care. The Greenweyrling was a girl, but he didn't see what the fuss was about. "There are the baths in the Weyrling Barracks..." he pointed out after a pause, squatting by the river's edge absently, cocking his head and quirking one eyebrow curiously. "They're gender-separated, too, I'm sure...and seeing how small the dragons are still, I don't see why you couldn't take Ebolath in there."
The bluerider's statement - was not very promising. So Raylin, Ebolath, and Frosstyth were alive. Well, that was well and good, but maybe, just maybe, Corinth had misheard? He didn't think the bronze had, or would, but maybe, if he had - then quite possibly someone else was being mauled somewhere else, by some crazy feline. Or maybe by Pepsi. The latter was infinitely a more pleasing thought; at last, a reason to dispose of the wildling - but then again, he doubted it. "Ahm," T'rid answered vaguely. "Raylin, then? You know what the - " He waved a hand, only to hear Corinth asking Ebolath the same question. "...well. Seeing as Corinth seems to be a step ahead of me..." Don't glare; of course I'm a step ahead of you. If I wasn't, you'd be long dead. Which was exactly what every Weyrleader wanted to hear from his dragon, of course.
Frosstyth's comment drew a soft croon of amusement from the bronze, who tilted his head to appraise his clutchson. I am Corinth, the bronze stated quietly, I grew in time, and I'm sure you will grow as well to be very, very big. The words were simple, laced with gentle encouragement, and T'rid rolled his eyes to himself, mouthing something undoubtedly inappropriate. Corinth shot him a look that clearly was a warning, and the bronzerider smirked at the dragon, watching in silence as C'oar offered to help Raylin out of the water. "Well, anyway, we'd better be go - " Not at all. We just arrived, and there is nobody in our present company that I detest. Well, there's definitely a person in our present company that /I/ det -
His words were cut off almost instantly as Corinth brought his tail around, the tip lashing against the back of T'rid's knees, the force sufficient to send the bronzerider staggering forward into the water with a spectacular splash. Deep though the water was not, his head still went under for an instant before he resurfaced, spluttering and glaring at Corinth as he pushed his hair out of his eyes - and failing. Even when dry, his hair was stubborn, and dripping wet, it wasn't any better. When his spluttering was coherent, it wasn't exactly...polite. Actually, it was a string of profanities, ended with, " - and scorch it, Corinth, what the shells was that for?!" Somewhere between "scorch it" and "Corinth," he'd peeled off the water-logged shirt and flung it at Corinth with surprising strength considering he was waist-deep in water, the tunic catching the bronze's wingtip and dangling there. Rumbling unapologetically, the dragon cast his eye over the furious, wet Rider.
I told you I didn't want to leave, didn't I? And besides, our question has yet to be answered. Stupid, smug dragon.
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Post by antinanco on Jan 26, 2009 17:58:06 GMT -5
W’ri, too, had been attempting to make a smooth exit as the three debated what had made the noise. He himself was no longer quite concerned with the matter and ignored them; everyone was okay and Angth didn’t sense any close felines. Plus, with the rather unfriendly atmosphere, it was just best to cut his losses and split. The bluerider didn’t need to be a gambler to know to know how to do that.
But the rider froze half-way in his sloppy slink to cover behind Angth to watch as his Weyrleader was suddenly-and purposely- was tripped not unlike he had been a few moments before. The sudden humanity of the event hit the man, who thought that such lowly things could never happen to such a prestigious rider, and he stood staring at T’rid with his mouth literally hanging agape.
Oh. Was that what W’ri was suppose to do after falling in the mud shamefully? He had not taken his shirt off, and look how things had gone. Perhaps now he could change things, become a better, more manlier person, all under the guise of his wonderful commander-in-chief!
The bluerider too began ripping off his shirt, much to Angth’s dismay. The dragon began fidgeting, having enough common sense to know that stripping was not going to help the situation, and he attempted to pull his mine’s shirt back over his muscular torso. The two began an epic tug-of-war with the dirty tunic, stretching the fibers thinner and thinner until-SNAP! W’ri’s shirt tore into two pieces, sending both dragon and rider flailing backwards into the mud. A massive spray of mud and dirty water dwarfed T’rid splash as the blue fell into the deepest part of the River.
Not only was the man now without a shirt completely around the prudish weyrlings who thought he was a rapist, but he was fairly certain he his dragon had just displaced enough mud to cover even Cornith. And he had managed to do this all without having said a word. The bluerider was not usually such a clumsy man, but whatever forces controlled his universe were just obviously not on his side today, where they?
While Angth flailed to get his standing without hitting the bronzerider, who was currently standing next to the blue in waist-deep water, W’ri groaned piteously and held his head in his heads in defeat. He should have just stayed in his cot today.
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Post by Rei on Jan 29, 2009 18:23:53 GMT -5
Ebolath cocked her head as Corinth spoke. I was protecting her from him. She said brightly, poking her snout in W’ri’s direction. Raymine was uncomfortable with the way he was staring at her, so I was protecting her. The green gave a decisive nod and before she could answer the other question T’rid had taken the plunge, so to speak. Before letting herself get completely distracted she added to Corinth. The noise was dear clutchbrothermine. He seems to have very talented vocal cords. Having completely answered Corinth’s questions, the little green crooned playfully and butted the bronze rider with her head. You will swim with us Corinth’s? This is lovely!
Raylin however did not find it so lovely. She had gone so pale, it was a wonder she wasn’t transparent. The reason for her paleness was not T’rid, although that in itself was troubling, but rather W’ri who had decided now of all times would be a good time to strip. Faranth what was wrong with these people? As a wave of mud and water washed over her she gripped C’oar’s hand, using him as leverage to wrest her dripping body from the muddy water. The soaked muddy towel clung to her and she was trembling violently, her skin deathly pale (where it was not covered by mud). “C’oar will you please hand me my clothes?” She whispered giving him a wide eyed frightened look. If today got any worse she may just curl up and die. T’rid was right she should have just went to the bathing rooms.
Ebolath crooned reassuringly to her bonded and looked up at Corinth. Bondeds are so silly sometimes. Raymine is very silly and yours has thrown clothes at you. Do they ever make sense? The little green pranced around T’rid, splattered with enough mud to give her a camouflage look. You look silly. Like a human made of mud. She wiggled with pleasure. Let’s play. The green gave him another nudge and sidestepped to Frosstyth. You want to play to clutchbrothermine?
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