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Post by Avu on Feb 28, 2009 20:40:06 GMT -5
No. She'd gotten it wrong. T'rid blamed that on Sel'n, mostly because he could and nobody would ever know. Between was not nothing; there was nothing in /between/. Between was something, in a roundabout sort of way. It was a place, of sorts: A place that existed between here and there. A place that only dragons knew how to access -- or, no. That, too, was inaccurate. Everybody knew how to access it, but only dragons knew the way back. And, he noted dryly, rubbing his noticeably empty stomach, if you thought on it too much when you were hungry, your head started hurting -- or perhaps that was merely the all-too-frequent draconic invasions; between Stupid, Corinth, and now Ebolath chattering to him, he was starting to develop a headache. And at this point in time, he was feeling oddly generous and didn't particularly wish the same fate on anybody else. So he just shrugged, and commented evasively, "It's not nothing, not really."
Wait. T'rid's eyebrows shot up, an amused smile curling his lip. She didn't think he was arrogant -- ? Corinth informed him that he was on a daily -- perhaps hourly -- basis; and he agreed. He was arrogant. There was simply no other way to describe the way he considered himself above everyone, the almost suicidal way he consistently, purposely, taunted and baited others. Admitting it, apparently, was Step One to getting away from that cockiness, but he didn't really care. "Insufferable indeed," he agreed neutrally, leaning against Corinth. "That idiot..." He grimaced wryly, and then glanced at Corinth, the bronze huffing in quiet distaste. "Wait...he's the idiot who's obsessed with Impressing bronze and whatnot, right...? I swear, if he does Impress bronze, I'll let Stupid Chase whatever green he wants to between the time he Impresses and the time he gets himself killed doing something stupid." Arrogant? Nope, not at all.
Both of the greenweyrlingpair were commenting, soothing him. But they didn't understand; he didn't need to be soothed. The bronze hadn't liked Aslath, when she was alive, but now that she had disappeared, he couldn't bring himself to dislike her or feel hurt. She was gone, and she'd never understood. That was all there was to it, and he accepted it as a simple statement of fact. Nevertheless, both Raylin and Ebolath caring that he might possibly be hurt was touching, and he crooned quietly. Thank you, he said, I'm flattered that you care -- but honestly, Aslath had Salenth and Ciceroth as well and from what I can tell, she was closer to both of them than she ever was with me. /They/ are the ones who might need comforting. As for a mate, I'm in no hurry to find one. And honestly, he was perfectly fine without one, too: His life was plenty colorful enough between holding the Weyr together, T'ridHis, and Stupid.
Stupid had all but fallen asleep again: The drama, lack of sleep lately, and the fact that he was a bit hungry, had caused him to zone out, and then finally almost fall into a doze. However, as Ebolath spoke, the brown twitched in surprise against Raylin before he answered, mumbling sleepily, incoherently, for a moment and then clicking before he addressed Ebolath, giving himself a slight shake to stay awake. Mmm...Stupid gorra getta prezzie first, 'n find. He nodded slightly, and then flopped down affectionately against Raylin's arm, curling up and squirming closer for warmth. Mm, sleepy, gorra sleep now?
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Post by Rei on Feb 28, 2009 21:19:52 GMT -5
“Yes that’s the one. I wouldn’t wish any dragon on him. The poor creature will be scarred for life.” She stroked Stupid as he flopped against her and lay her head back on Ebolath closing her eyes. “Sleep is good Stupid. Very good.” Mine? Yes love? Nothing. Raylin snuggled against her dragon. Listening to the rise and fall of the green's breathing as well as the distant rumble of thunder in the distance. More storms? It was likely.
Ebolath looked up at Corinth but didn’t comment. There really was nothing to say. Raylin gazed at Stupid sleepily. She was hungry, in pain, and starting to get cold. Still she was a bit happy, if not comfortable in her present company. The weyrling decided she really should move before she started shivering, but the mandyr looked so sharding comfortable. She was loathe to disturb him. The green snorted as she caught the thoughts of hers and shifted her body to jostle hers. He will not mind if you move him I do not think. If he awakens he will likely go back to sleep.
Raylin gently slid a hand under Stupid and tucked him against her with one arm. The wind was beginning to blow again. They really should leave before they were stuck again, it wasn’t like they couldn’t come back. The weyrling started to get to her feet but her ankle protested any weight and she whimpered before flopping back down against her dragon.
Ebolath crooned and slid her head under Raylin’s unoccupied arm. Do you need help Raymine. I knew I should have insisted you be seen by a healer. You are too stubborn for your own good. Yeah I know. Scold me later ok?
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Post by Avu on Mar 1, 2009 12:53:27 GMT -5
Wait, what was this about not wishing any dragon Danar? Oh, T'rid most definitely wished a dragon on the idiot: A flirty, prissy, hyperactive green that Rose often and tangled with a different male every single time. A whoredragon, in short. The thought was infinitely amusing -- especially the part where Danar would have to bottom. Deciding not to mention that -- it was a cruel thought and fate both, and it would probably embarrass his current prudish company to no end -- T'rid tilted his head slightly to one side, commenting, "Dragons aren't stupid -- they won't choose anyone who's halfwitted, blind, etc.; that's why they aren't allowed as Candidates -- they've got no chance. Though the idiot in question, I'd say, also has no chance, unfortunately there are no restrictions for cocky little worms." A pity indeed, but people didn't think like T'rid did. He wanted to pick up the unlikelies immediately -- saving the dragons the trouble, their dignity, and of course, the pride of the clutchmother. If he was a queen and saw that Danar trying to Impress one of his get, he'd have a heart attack there and then. (Before shrieking at him to get out, obviously.) Aslath and Millieth, thus far, had been all too lenient. Hopefully Hepaticath would be pickier...
Stupid had already all but fallen asleep, his beath coming and going in short whistles. Raylin's assurance that sleep was fine only made the brown Salamandyr snuggle deeper against her arm, his head buried in the crevice between said appendage and her body: The Salamandyr liked the security of it, hence his sleeping in the furs with His (generally; green dragons didn't visit too often). The fire lizard, Mir, was silly if he preferred to sleep in the furs without being pressed against T'ridTheirs: It was so much more secure, and warmer, even if T'rid might, someday, roll over on him. As of yet, T'rid's sleeping patterns had not changed and thus, Stupid remained unsquashed. Consciousness slipped away from the brown and with another soft sigh, he fell completely asleep. He didn't notice the greenweyrling shifting, but Corinth and T'rid did, and the bronzerider quirked his eyebrow slightly.
"You need help," he commented dryly. It wasn't a question; it was obvious that she did. It might very well rain soon, Corinth stated softly, head raised to appraise the dark clouds still lingering over the Weyr. Come. Get her up. I'll take her to the Infirmary. Ebolath -- She is small and I am large: I can carry her. The bronze's tones were confident, and T'rid barely hesitated before he nodded. It would only be a short flight in any case. "Come on, Corinth can carry you and Ebolath to the Infirmary...do you need straps, to feel secure, or are you good without them?" He knew where they were; he'd been oiling said straps only a few days ago. "Hurry," he added, a bit impatiently, "It might well rain again and I don't want to be caught outside again."
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Post by Rei on Mar 1, 2009 15:54:27 GMT -5
“I’m fine without straps.” She said simply as Ebolath lifted her from the ground with her neck. Balancing on one foot with one arm clutching Stupid and the other thrown around her dragon’s neck she glared at T’rid. “I’m trying to hurry. I’d like to see you go any faster.” Her voice held a little bit of bite but in her mind it was justified. She was hurt and hungry and her mood was souring fast. Ebolath crooned at T’rid. She doesn’t mean it she is just uncomfortable. Shells Ebolath do not apologize for me! He is being rude. But you were being rude when you took over his bed. That was totally different! It was not! You’re my dragon you should be defending me.
The two females glared at each other until Raylin sighed. “Alright I’m through arguing. Just get me to Corinth all right love?” Ebolath snorted but took a step forward Raylin hoping with her. They continued until they reached Corinth’s side. Now what? Ebolath turned to look back at T’rid. Are you coming with us, or are you staying here? If you don’t want to get wet you don’t have to come.
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Post by Avu on Mar 2, 2009 13:21:05 GMT -5
Ooh, snappy.
T'rid raised one eyebrow, distinctly amused by Raylin's outburst. Technically, he'd probably warranted it (he would have been mutinous too if anybody had told him to hurry up) -- but hadn't she seen the effects of rain? Ugh. So wet. T'rid was one of the people who abhorred rain -- he'd loved the drought, absolutely loved it, even though the effects on the Weyr's water supply had been devastating. And last night -- he'd been dripping wet, soaked to the skin, due not only to said rain, but also due to the river. But he was quite certain that even if Corinth hadn't dunked him, he still would have been soaking by the time he got back to his weyr, courtesy of the buckets positively pouring from the sky. Like he'd always thought: Somebody up there had a sick, twisted sense of humor when it came to his fate, be it draconic mindmates (i.e. Stupid), the weather, and Corinth's actually Catching Aslath. He was a small bronze. T'rid had thought he was safe from being Weyrleader. Apparently not.
"Arguments aside," he commented quietly, as clearly the greenpair was arguing -- the expressions on their faces said as much -- "It would be better to go as fast as possible -- storms don't, generally speaking, care if you're injured or not, and I don't need Corinth dripping a river into my weyr when he comes back. As for your question, Ebolath, I'm not coming. Stupid, you're not going either," he added, giving the Salamandyr a mental poke. Too sleepy to argue, the brown blinked blearily at T'ridHis, and then chirped sweetly to Raylin and Ebolath. Stupidmine gorra go, he explained, and leapt out of Raylin's hand to glide down. Latching onto the front of T'rid's shirt, the Salamandyr peeped once more, quietly, as T'rid gently cupped his hand under the Salamandyr to keep him from falling.
"Fair skies," the bronzerider said -- ironic though it was, considering how overcast and gray said skies were -- as he took a step back to give Corinth wingspace. The bronze lowered his head for the greenweyrlingpair to mount, instructing Ebolath on where to sit. Since Mine is not coming, I won't be able to go /between/, he added to the small green explanatorily, before he crooned softly to T'rid and Stupid. Byyyyeee, 'lath! Stupid called just before the bronze leapt from the weyrledge and started his ascension up the waterfall, leaving the weyrledge and His behind rapidly.
((And endthread. =3))
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