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Post by Avu on May 22, 2009 19:13:43 GMT -5
Yes, Corinth had noticed that Ebolath’s was upset. The bronze squirmed awkwardly, trying to angle himself enough that he could look inside of the weyr to see exactly what was making His upset because Ebolath’s was upset. Not good, not good – he didn’t want His upset at all, Corinth didn’t, because sooner or later, T’rid would end up sulking. Or at least, he normally ended up sulking, and Corinth did not want that. Mine, Mine, the bronze said rapidly, speaking not to Ebolath but to T’rid, directly and privately, Ebolath’s is upset – why is she upset, what did you say – ? It bothers Ebolath, Corinth explained matter-of-factly, flicking his tail reassuringly around Ebolath. And when Ebolath’s upset, Stupid’s bound to be upset too – fix it – try to fix it; I don’t want him to sulk around. And I don’t want /you/ to sulk around, either. To Ebolath, the bronze crooned reassuringly, the sound a few notes higher than his usual croon, and nudged her neck lightly. I’ve asked Mine to fix it – I’m very sorry; was he an idiot again…?
True to Corinth’s prediction, the brown Salamandyr completely disregarded Ebolath’s statement towards him to positively writhe between her wings, catching onto the agitation in his green’s voice and the brief blur of conversation between His and Corinth; the brown’s frill rose, a low croon pulsing out of his throat as he butted his head affectionately at Ebolath’s neck, and then skittered up her neck ridges to perch directly on the green’s forehead, lowering his head to lick her between the eyes. ’lathpet ‘pset, no no bad? Mine fix, fix it, idiotMine fix.
T’rid twitched as both of his Bonded’s mental tones entered his mind, his eyes widening as his head flicked towards the weyrledge; Corinth’s eyes, whirling slowly, but with a hint of agitation that he was sure was visible only to him – Corinth could be incredibly emotionless when he needed or wanted to be – met his squarely and the bronzerider bit the inside of his cheek to keep back the protest: How? How was he supposed to make Raylin feel better because of Conspiracy’s wing being permanently crippled? It didn’t bother the brown at all; if anything, it pleased Conspiracy once the pain had gone away, because now he had an excuse to be around His, cuddled against his neck or curled up in his shirt, as much as he wanted – and he didn’t get why Raylin was so determined to blame herself anyway. Wasn’t it much, much more typical to try to pin the blame on someone else…?
And then Raylin was standing, and positively flinging herself onto him – fortunately, her weight caught the bronzerider on his left side and spared his right arm the pain that doubtlessly would have assailed him at such an impact, T’rid hooking his foot beneath his bed instinctively to keep himself from literally collapsing backwards in surprise as his left arm wrapped around Raylin’s waist to keep her in a somewhat dignified position. Rather a hard task, considering that she was determinedly crying onto his chest and clinging to him. The bronzerider stared at her, completely taken by surprise as Conspiracy twittered, verbalizing his humanpet’s alarm; the brown firelizard flared one wing, flapping it as he edged closer cautiously, crooning and uncertain, but he stayed a few feet away, uttering a quizzical sound.
Instinct made T’rid want to squirm away. It wasn’t that he had anything against Raylin – indeed, she was probably one of the only people he could actually stand – but he didn’t like being cried upon, and such a display of emotions was not…comfortable. He was okay with anger, but not…not this. He really couldn’t do much, either, so he let her cry, and when she loosened her grasp, T’rid tilted his head, looking down at her curiously. “I’m sure you’re not the only one that’s not feeling peppy,” he commented. Why, yes, sarcasm – because he didn’t know how to respond, so he defaulted to sarcasm. And then, he added, perhaps more gently, “Anyway, Conspiracy doesn’t mind – he’s lazy, he likes riding around with me. Brat.”
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Post by Rei on May 23, 2009 23:55:19 GMT -5
Ebolath shifted as Corinth, did now becoming more uncomfortable with the whole situation. Still, she responded to Corinth’s croon and touch by leaning back and laying her tail lightly over his. I do not think he was an idiot. You do not have to apologize. If anyone should apologize it is me. Raymine has been so touchy lately. I hope she does not upset yours. If she does she will be even more upset.
Stupid’s attempts at comforting her where not lost on the green and she crooned softly to him. I hope he can fix it. It is ok my little one, yours is not an idiot. He is just confused about mine. I think anyone would be. She is very emotional currently. Sighing Ebolath lightly brushed against T’rid’s mind. I am sorry about her. She doesn’t mean any harm. She has been this way since the attack. Little things tend to set her off. But she has gotten better. She crooned again the sound meant to try to soothe.
Raylin was grateful that T’rid had not moved. Very grateful. Blinking to disperse the remainder of her tears, she made a small huffing sound to his comment. “I somehow knew the first thing you would say to me would be sarcastic. Your getting a bit predictable.” The green weyrling teased lightly, managing a half smile. Dropping one of her arms, but keeping the other around him, she looked over at Conspiracy as the fire lizard crooned.
“I’m sorry Conspiracy. I know your bonded says it’s ok but I’m sorry anyway. I never wanted you to get hurt.” Reaching out towards him Raylin paused her outstretched hand a few inches away, to allow the brown to pull away or accept the caress at his leisure. “Forgive me?” Maybe he wouldn’t understand but, after having one of her own, she was almost positive he would understand the emotions if not necessarily the words.
“He isn’t really as much of a brat as your mandyr is. Stupid is by far more possessive. Ebolath was a bit confused about his preoccupation with Calistoth, but she is over it now. Corinth is good at cuddling she says.” Leaning back Raylin released her hold on T’rid’s waist and trailed her injured hand down his arm. The weyrling made a face as she looked at the space where her ring finger used to be. For awhile it had felt strange whenever she picked something up. Now the green weyrling was used to the small deformity, but every time she saw it a shiver still traveled up her spine. It could have been so much worse...if not for T‘rid.
Quickly dropping her hand, Raylin looked up at the bronze rider and tilted her head. Standing on her tiptoes, her heart hammering wildly, she brought her hand up behind his neck to pull his head lower (silently cursing the fact that he was so tall). Before the weyrling could talk herself out of it, she pressed her lips against T’rid’s for a moment and drew back slowly, releasing her grip on his neck to trail her hand down his left side finally dropping it to her side. “Thank you.”
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Post by Avu on May 24, 2009 12:29:55 GMT -5
Corinth flicked his tail-tip slightly, eyes whirling in rapid thought. He didn’t immediately answer Ebolath; for a while he was silent, twisting his neck to rest his head upon the green’s back and nuzzle her absently. He didn’t quite like it; T’ridHis was not accustomed to dealing with emotions. Or rather, he was, but he never actually liked anybody enough to try to make them feel better at all, and, thusly, had very little practice doing so. Things so rarely went as planned that Corinth did not expect them to go as planned anymore, and – he wouldn’t like it if Raylin felt that T’ridHis didn’t like her. Mine isn’t upset – or rather, he’s not upset because of Yours. I expect Yours has what the Healers call ‘trauma’, but she seems to be doing better now, yes…? He vividly recalled every single one of the days that His had been in the hospital, did the bronze; it mattered to him. And therefore, he did recall Raylin’s initial reaction to His – it had changed for the better, it seemed.
Is idiotMine, Stupid insisted, licking Ebolath again affectionately. Corinth blinked down at the tiny brown, and then crooned quietly, the sound almost amused. Doubtless Stupid didn’t comprehend that ‘idiotMine’ was an insult; he’d picked up ‘TranslatorMine’ from Corinth before, except he couldn’t pronounce the entire word and had ended up with ‘’slatorMine,’ which had irked T’rid immensely – much to the brown’s confusion. IdiotMine fix, the brown added reassuringly. His would fix it! He had fixed it before, just a few minutes before, all he had to do was fix Raylin again and the world would be perfect, it would. He had Ebolath and she would be happy, and Calistoth was ever so close to Rising – and he was oiled and stuffed with food. Speaking of which – Want yummy, ‘lathmine? he asked. He’d saved her some meat, he had! (The tidbit was miniscule compared to Corinth’s mouthful, but Ebolath was smaller; she’d like it!)
As Ebolath addressed him, T’rid glanced up at the green, and then nudged Corinth. The bronze responded for him obediently, his tenor tones so like T’rid’s – but softer, gentler: Mine says that she hasn’t created any harm, the dragon reported, He says that she will get better in time, and that many people are probably stressed like she is. It’s not unusual after a traumatic experience, he says – and he also says you shouldn’t worry too much; as long as she is with her friends she should get better in time. How much time? T’rid had not specified – because to specify would either have crushed the little green or lied, since trauma could purportedly last a lifetime – or very close to it, anyway. It all depended – if Ebolath could drag Raylin to interact with her other friends like she had T’rid, then she’d have a much higher chance of getting better than if she isolated herself.
Nevertheless, she seemed to be…okay. T’rid sniffed at her comment. Predictable, was he? She thought he was predictable after he’d kissed her? Hmm. Raising one hand to push his hair out of his eyes, T’rid wrinkled his nose, keeping his silence as Raylin extended one hand to Conspiracy. The brown firelizard really was an agreeable creature – he and Corinth balanced out T’rid, the bronzerider noted, though Conspiracy had a habit of inflating the bronzerider’s ego by insisting that T’rid was the best human ever to grace Pern – and he twittered lowly in his throat, nuzzling Raylin’s fingers pleasantly and rubbing his head against the greenrider’s fingers. Purring quietly at Raylin, Conspiracy settled himself neatly on the bed, eyes whirling rapidly. True to T’rid’s word, the brown really didn’t mind not being able to fly – he’d become T’rid’s constant companion, always riding in the bronzerider’s shirt or on his shoulder, and he liked it.
“They’re both brats” was T’rid’s observation, the bronzerider shrugging dismissively. Wait – what? Corinth was good at cuddling? Go figure; the bronze would like curling up with another dragon. T’rid was distinctly unimpressed by Corinth’s cuddling prowess, however, and he merely shrugged again. He was taking Corinth for granted, he knew – most Riders were constantly amazed by their mindmates; he wasn’t. Corinth was Corinth, and that was all. He knew the bronze’s arrogant, sarcastic side; he had seen him tripping over his wings; he had seen Corinth rolling around in a hysterical fit of very undignified laughter on the weyrledge (at his expense) – the bronze was simply not as impressive to T’rid as he probably was to others. His logic, however, was probably best not explained – it’d doubtlessly draw a few odd looks.
He had precious little warning before Raylin moved, and T’rid would have frozen by instinct had Corinth’s mental amusement not pressed against his mind just as Raylin kissed him – a reaction that he did not expect from the greenrider if only because she seemed very, very tentative when it came to Weyr morals as opposed to Hold morals. When she pulled away, the bronzerider cocked his head, a look that was undeniably surprised in his hazel eyes as both eyebrows rose questioningly. “For what did I deserve a kiss?”
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Post by Rei on May 24, 2009 15:48:07 GMT -5
Trauma? Cherilith’s calls it the depression. I do not know which is right but yes she is doing better. The green rumbled happily as Corinth rested his head against her. His touch was comforting it was, and her eyes flickered back to green with just a few flecks of yellow. Stupid’s proclamation had the green crooning back the sound affectionate. Yes T’rid yours has seemed to have fixed it. Raymine has just kissed him. I do not think she would have if she was upset with him.
Laying her head back down on the rock she brushed lovingly against Stupid’s mind. You have food for me? How sweet of you little one. I would love it. In truth she would. The green was very hungry but she had used that fact as an excuse to get hers here. They would have to stop at the feeding grounds before they went home. The fact that Stupid’s "yummy" was probably near minuscule in size occurred to Ebolath but she refrained from mentioning it. If it would make the brown mandyr happy she would gladly accept his generosity.
Ebolath tilted her head up towards the bronze as he relayed T’rid’s message. Touching the bronze rider's mind again she spoke. Thank you. I will have to push her to interact with her other friends more. I chose you first because she listens to you, where she may not always listen to others. I think it is because you are honest. She appreciates it. Plus she likes you. That helps as well. She thinks of you often so I thought you would be the best choice. The green trailed off before adding. I like you to. Lots. Withdrawing from his mind she sighed, this time the sound content.
As Conspiracy brushed against her fingers, Raylin smiled. She would take that as forgiveness. T’rid’s flit was undeniably sweet tempered. A pang of sorrow flowed through her as she remembered her own little flitter‘s death. She would never get another. Not because the rider didn’t like them, she adored them. The reason for her avoidance was really simple.
The weyrling felt as if she had somehow betrayed her own little blue, and well...she really couldn’t bring herself to want another. Raylin had attended Zesa’s last hatching (when Vega was still alive) and had failed to impress. Perhaps she was not cut out for another bonded. Ebolath was enough in her own right, and although the green had expressed the desire to get another of the little cousins Raylin had not commented. She wouldn’t ever go to another hatching (despite Ebolath‘s begging). Her mind was made up. No more pets. She would content herself with spoiling her friend’s pets instead.
T’rid’s surprised expression was really priceless and Raylin smiled gently before responding. “Oh you know. An eye for an eye. You kissed me so I thought I would return the favor.” Her voice was light and teasing. Give him the real reason? Nope, the weyrling wouldn’t. Simply because, she didn’t know what his reaction would be. I like you T’rid, there’s even a possibility that I feel something more for you. Isn’t that reason enough? The mental question was not spoken out loud and she kept it from Ebolath. For once she actually felt happy, comfortable, if a little nervous with a male and she wasn’t going to ruin it by making it into something serious. If he got scared away she wouldn’t be able to spend time with him.
Raylin was positive, absolutely so, that T’rid didn’t feel the same way about her and she didn’t want to lose him. Didn’t want to be rejected. The girl had enough rejection in her life. For once she just wanted something to be easy. Even if eventually it would no longer be easy. One day she might have to say goodbye to save her heart and really she didn’t want that day to come faster than necessary.
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Post by Avu on May 24, 2009 18:54:21 GMT -5
Depression – that, too, would possibly fit. It was also likely some trauma; having one’s finger bitten clean off, along with being attacked, had to have some lasting effects. T’rid had been in Selenitas during some of the other attacks – most of the time, he’d been fortunate enough to have been elsewhere at the time – for example, during Aslath’s maiden Flight, T’rid and Corinth had left the Weyr, and had not been there for Morsrath’s Chasing his golden clutchsister. Corinth merely rumbled lightly, rubbing his muzzle down Ebolath’s back affectionately – the motion had some possessiveness in it; if Corinth had to claim a single one of his offspring as such, it would very probably be Ebolath. He was proud of Jaymith, but it was Ebolath that he was fondest of, without question. Trauma and depression are somewhat interchangeable, I think, the bronze said thoughtfully. In this case, at least – both are a kind of shock, though depression is rather more…self-inflicted than trauma is, though I could be mistaken. T’ridHis certainly was no Healer…
The green’s comment to Stupid drew an amused croon from Corinth, the bronze flicking his tail as Stupid tilted his head, clearly confused. Kissing…what was kissing? It was a funny word, the Salamandyr decided. Kissssss, he echoed. IdiotMine ‘lathpet kisssssss~ The statement made very little sense, but it seemed to please the Salamandyr, who crooned, and then, at Ebolath’s bidding, took a flying leap off of the green’s head, smacking down on the weyrledge. The audible splat he made went ignored – though it earned a soft huff of surprised anxiety from Corinth – as Stupid shot towards the interior of the weyr again, legs churning as fast as he could; he very nearly collided with the wall as he zipped daringly close to it –
I’m afraid it won’t be much of a mouthful, the bronze commented, amused rather than apologetic. In due time, the Salamandyr returned, wrestling with what appeared to be a piece of chicken. Boneless, it was, and twice as large as Stupid was – the reason that he was struggling with it so much. He tugged, backing up, frilling at it as it slid and jerked along. Corinth lifted his head to let Ebolath shift towards the morsel of meat, which Stupid presented in front of her, looking incredibly proud – as he well might, considering his size in proportion to the present’s. Yummy f’ ‘lathmine, he proclaimed grandly, bouncing forward to rub his entire body along Ebolath’s muzzle. Issa yummy? He looked positively thrilled with himself, and from his hopeful glance towards Ebolath, it was clear that he was waiting – needing the green’s assurance that it was, indeed, a yummy.
Conspiracy twittered pleasantly at Raylin and T’rid; it was very obvious the brown was not quite sure what a kiss was, either – His had never told him, and he had never watched anybody kiss before, but it looked like they both liked it, so that was good. The brown flicked his tail around his haunches, watching curiously. Catching his gaze, T’rid reached out with his right hand, one finger running down the firelizard’s spine, and inviting him closer, before he even seemed to consider Raylin’s response. When he did, his smile was half a smirk, his head tilted to appraise her. There was a kind of amusement in his gaze, but behind that – solemnity, because he knew Raylin, and knowing Hold morals…it would bear thinking on, it would. The train of thought others followed T’rid very rarely could comprehend entirely – mostly due to his own stubborn arrogance – but he’d have to try; he did like Raylin, and Stupid and Corinth – and Conspiracy, though to a lesser degree – were fond of her enough that he would try not to hurt her.
“I’m honored,” he commented, just enough sarcasm in his tone that it wouldn’t be taken too seriously even as he mock-bowed his head. One eyebrow rose slightly, and he nodded towards the weyrledge, a half-smirk abruptly flickering across his face as he deftly changed the subject. “Did you see Stupid running by…? He stole some of my lunch today…said it was for Ebolath…” He hadn’t really seen the size of the meat that Stupid had taken – he’d been graciously looking the other way while Stupid struggled with it and got away feeling like quite the thief – but really, how big could it be…? Stupid was a Salamandyr.
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Post by Rei on May 24, 2009 22:56:28 GMT -5
Ebolath thought hard about Corinth’s words before she replied. Perhaps it is a little of both. Whatever it is I hope she heals from it. Corinth’s touch made her croon pleasantly, although she was slightly distracted from her bronze friend as Stupid spoke. Yes little one kiss. They kissed. Further words where not given however as the little mandyr took that moment to leap off her head. The green crooned worriedly at the audible splat he caused. Oh! He is not hurt is he Corinth? He should not leap so when he is so high. Ebolath watched nervously as Stupid sprinted into the weyr interior.
Corinth’s voice brought Ebolath's full attention back to him and she rumbled, the sound distinctly amused. Oh I know. I did not want to offend him by not accepting. Really I do like his gifts. He is very sweet and it is the thought that counts after all. Ebolath touched Corinth’s nose lightly, before a movement from Stupid caught her eye. Crooning encouragement towards the brown mandyr, she shifted towards him as Corinth moved. Flicking her tongue lightly against Stupid as he caressed her, the green sent him a pulse of pleasure. Thank you little one. It is indeed a yummy. You are so kind to share with me. Moving slowly, so as to give Stupid time to move, she gripped the morsel with her front teeth and tipped her head back to consume it. Making a show of licking her chows Ebolath crooned and lowered her head to flick her tongue lightly against Stupid again. It was very delicious thank you.
Raylin’s eyes fixated on T’rid’s face for a moment as she tried to read his gaze. Amusement definitely but there was something else there to. What it was she couldn’t quite fathom, but the weyrling didn’t get much time to dwell on it for he was speaking again. “You should be.” She returned with a mock haughty tone, smiling to make it clear she was only joking. “I don’t go around kissing just anyone you know.” The last part was true but Raylin didn’t pay attention to his reaction (if there was any) for T’rid had said something about her dragon. Turning towards the weyrledge she tilted her head. “He stole some of your lunch for Ebolath? Awww that’s actually quite cute, and you called him a brat.” Raylin flicked an accusatory gaze at T’rid. “He’s smart you know. Ebolath loves her food.” The last sentence was given in an almost exasperated tone. “Shall we see what he managed to steal for his green? Ebolath tells me he calls her “Lathmine” now. I will have to let you know in advance when I notice a change in her attitude.”
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Post by Avu on May 25, 2009 14:52:54 GMT -5
Rather depressing, wasn’t it? Corinth flicked his tail sideways, draping it absently over the edge of his weyrledge and curling it around the thick slab of stone even as he crooned lightly and nuzzled Ebolath. He offered no response to the idea of trauma or depression, though; he didn’t want the green to feel bad when she visited him and if His was traumatized or depressed (highly unlikely, since from what Corinth could tell, depression came from a feeling of worthlessness or guilt, and very rarely did T’rid feel guilty, or if he did, he was very good at hiding it – and he was very, very arrogant), he wouldn’t have wanted to talk about it. His croon was comforting, and Corinth’s body curled a bit more around Ebolath even as he flicked his gaze towards Stupid. I should not worry about him were I you, Ebolath, he replied. He has not been hurt yet, and I don’t think he will be; he’s too enthusiastic to let anything as simple as /physical pain/ distract him for long, I’m afraid. His tone made it clear that he wasn’t worried about Stupid – and indeed, was quite amused by him – and Corinth crooned once more as he watched the brown thoughtfully –
Because he was quite literally preening in delight at Ebolath’s licking him, and her praise; the brown’s entire body wriggled in delight as he rubbed his body along the green’s muzzle as she lowered her head, and then he scooted out of her way so she could eat. It looked rather small in comparison to the green herself, but she’d eaten it – by Corinth’s amused rumble, it was clear that the bronze wouldn’t have. Making a mental note to inform the bronze (haughtily) that he wouldn’t have given him any meat anyway, Stupid cooed at Ebolath, nuzzling her nose as she lowered her head towards him. Yummy, he agreed. Fortunately, the green had not looked too closely, for if she had, it would have been clear that there were edges that had been nibbled at – as much as Stupid wanted to please the green, he, like many Salamandyrs and firelizards, was a slave to his stomach, and it had smelled so good. He would have apologized if she’d noticed, but she hadn’t, so he shouldn’t ruin it for her. Very yummy, ‘lathmine happy?
Yes. He knew that; the bronzerider didn’t reply to Raylin’s comment – he didn’t know what to say. If he said something characteristically sarcastic, it might hurt her; if he answered seriously, she might expect something – commitment? Professions of true love? (Yes, the last was sarcastic, but at least it wasn’t out loud.) His head tilted sideways, almost imperceptibly, and his gaze flickered over Raylin’s face for a second longer before he shrugged, a quirky kind of half-smile tugging upwards at his mouth at the greenrider’s comments. Amused? Oh, yes, he was – it amused him endlessly that Ebolath would be so fond of Stupid; his affection for greens was scarcely limited to the weyrling dragon. “He is a brat” was his initial observation, before he cocked his head towards the weyrledge, touching Corinth’s mind questioningly even as the bronze rumbled his amusement, head coming around to glance at His.
You were too slow, I’m afraid. Ebolath has already eaten it. It was the chicken, though – a piece about twice Stupid’s length. You really /are/ unobservant; how did you not notice it missing…?
I don’t like chicken. And anyway, I /let/ him take it, T’rid countered testily, before he glanced at Raylin again, eyebrows rising slightly. “Please do let me know,” he answered seriously, wrinkling his nose in the customary, almost childish, gesture. He knew Stupid had his heart set on Ebolath, but there were some things he did kind of want to preserve. His dignity was one of those, as it happened. At least if Corinth Chased, people would know and he wouldn’t receive any odd stares. “And,” the bronzerider went on, undeterred by the wave of amusement that Corinth offered, “Corinth says we’re too slow; she’s already eaten it – but it was chicken, and he also thinks I’m unobservant, since apparently, for Stupid, it was a rather big piece.”
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Post by Rei on May 25, 2009 22:33:48 GMT -5
Oh I can’t help but worry for him, he is so tiny. I have to be very careful I do not hurt him. I would be so very upset if I did. Corinth's attempts at comfort did not go unnoticed and Ebolath snuggled into him. Her attention right now however, was all for Stupid. I am very happy little one. No one has ever shared their food with me before. She crooned gently and wafted a bit of her breath over the mandyr before raising her head to watch the riders approach. Stupid’s little gift had reminded her that she was horribly famished and with hers feeling better perhaps she could eat now?
“Oh I will. I promise. I would feel bad if you where subjected to run lust just because Ebolath is irresistible to your little pet. I have seen what run lust does to people and frankly I felt bad for Saeo when Freckle chased. I didn’t know mandyrs had such a strong effect on people. When my Vega…” Raylin paused and reworded her sentence. “I have experienced flitter flights before but really it was nothing. I always presumed mandyrs where the same until Freckle ran.” The green weyrling began to walk towards the dragon ledge then. “I’m sorry I missed her receive his gift actually. I bet the presentation was adorable. Stupid really does adore Ebolath and I can see why she‘s so fond of him. Not very many people complement and adore Ebolath like he does. Normally she‘s the one giving the compliments and adoration.” Pausing as she stepped into the sunlight Raylin turned around and winked at T’rid. “By the way I agree with Corinth. You can be very unobservant when you want to be.”
Ebolath crooned as her rider approached and she thrust her head gently into the woman’s chest. I am so glad you are feeling better Raylinminelove. I told you that you would feel better if you visited your friends. The weyrling reached up to rub her dragon’s eye ridges. I know love and you where right. The green rumbled, the sound affectionate, and wound her tail gently around hers in a show of possessiveness. Touching T’rid’s mind the green pressed a wave of affection upon him. Thank you so very much for cheering Raymine up. Removing her tail from around hers, and letting it flop back to the stone ledge, Ebolath craned her neck.
Swinging her head towards the bronze rider, the dragon crooned gently. You can come out here. None of us bite you know. The green's blue whirling eyes watched T'rid for a moment before turning back towards her bonded. I am very hungry mine. I know love we will leave soon I promise. We will come back sometime soon? Yes. I am sure we will.
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Post by Avu on May 26, 2009 17:01:24 GMT -5
Stupid, get hurt? No, no; Ebolath didn’t understand; Stupid was invincible. The bronze rumbled quietly, amusement flickering through his gaze as he flicked his tail-tip, though he didn’t correct Ebolath. It probably wouldn’t do much good; Stupid was small enough to be considered very, very fragile, and Corinth supposed he was – but not much. The Salamandyr usually made sure that nobody came close to stepping on him – and mental protests were very good for that. He’d dropped his tail once, but that was when he was asleep under one of T’rid’s shirts when it had been on the ground, and the bronzerider had stepped on the very tip of the Salamandyr’s tail – the reaction had been more out of shock than actual pain, Corinth thought. Resting his head on the weyrledge and watching Stupid, the dragon’s gaze flitted upwards towards His and Raylin, and he crooned politely in greeting, though he didn’t speak.
Share food, share lots it, Stupid n’ lathmine share lots, the brown Salamandyr promised, eyes sparkling at the thought. Oh, yes, but he liked that idea, he did – the idea of sharing food with Ebolath was a very nice one. Maybe he could get Corinth to kill a wherry for them – one of those young, very tender ones – and they could share it! He and Corinth frequently shared, actually, to spare T’rid to trouble of getting a bowl of meat scraps for Stupid – the bronzerider shared his own food with Conspiracy. Corinth was a very neat eater, but he’d gotten used to leaving a few scraps of meat on the bones for Stupid to have. They could do that! Except instead of him and Corinth, it could be him and Ebolath, and it would be delicious. The brown cooed, rubbing flirtatiously along the green’s foreleg again – and then spun around in surprise at the sound of Raylin’s voice. Oh. His tail flicked. Is ‘lathpet, norra scary.
Well, it wouldn’t be the first time. Phremath and Amith, if he remembered correctly, were the two and only times Stupid had Chased Rising greens; past that, T’rid had taken very good care to make sure the brown Salamandyr didn’t – especially when Corinth Chased; he wasn’t sure what that kind of split would do to him and he didn’t want to find out. “Freckle’s Run,” he muttered, wrinkling his nose. And Vanity’s, if he remembered correctly – a double-Run that had ended with very public…interaction…between two of the Journeymen Healers. Ha. At least people expected lusty Riders when a green Rose – and he’d yet to start babbling nonsense like Stupid did; Corinth typically seemed to keep hold of him just enough to prevent that – and a total loss of dignity. He smoothed his shirt down absently with one hand, and added, “Corinth tells me that he made a splat.”
Was he amused? Oh, yes, he was. The idea of Stupid going splat and then bouncing right back up, as resilient as ever, was funny. But – wait, what? Him, unobservant? T’rid sniffed – rather pointedly – as he dawdled along the archway between ledge and weyr for a moment, watching Ebolath and Raylin before he made his way towards Corinth, the bronze’s head remaining motionless as one whirling eye focused, rather disconcertingly, on him – the shades of agreeable blues and greens were accompanied by a low rumble, deep in the bronze dragon’s chest, as T’rid leaned against his neck, cocking his head and quirking one eyebrow neutrally at the dragon just as Ebolath pressed against his mind again. His fingers twitched slightly; the instinctive desire to touch his head was repressed as the bronzerider shrugged one shoulder silently at the green –
And then, immediately, he responded to her invitation to come closer and the comment that none of them would bite: “Stupid does!” Does n’t, does ‘t, the brown protested, frill half-displayed in agitation. Didn’t His know how not to be totally embarrassing…? What if Ebolath thought he did bite?! He hadn’t! He really hadn’t – A few sevendays, and only because T’ridOurs is injured, little brother, does not strictly count, Corinth commented, gently pressing his muzzle against Stupid’s side. Besides, I’m sure Ebolath does not mind; you would make a good guard-Salamandyr…?
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Post by Rei on May 27, 2009 16:37:35 GMT -5
Ebolath chuffed gently at Corinth’s words, her eyes whirling in lazy blues. Of course I do not mind little one. You would make a very good guard salamandyr. Stretching her neck towards T’rid she blew warm air into his hair before nuzzling him lightly. I have missed you. Turning to hers she rumbled. Mine I am still very hungry. Raylin smiled and reached up to rub the green’s eye ridges again. “I have been neglecting you shockingly, haven’t I my love? I am sorry darling. Shall we go get you something to eat now?” As she waited for Ebolath’s answer she smiled slightly at T’rid. “We’ll be back soon. Probably in a day or so. Take care of yourself ok?”
Ebolath passed along and affirmative to her bonded and rolled to her feet. Giving herself a shake, the green arched her neck and nuzzled Corinth’s shoulder. Mine is taking me to feed. I have very much enjoyed our time together. I promise we will come back soon. Lowering her head she crooned to Stupid. I am leaving now little one but I will be back soon. Be careful ok? I would not want you to get hurt. Gently touching him with her muzzle she crouched and waited for hers to mount.
((Feel free to close it Avu<33))
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