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Post by glamourie on Feb 28, 2009 17:56:38 GMT -5
[ tags: rei as whomever and someone who wants to run the egg stall ]
The pair surely looked odd. Ka'rys, at five foot six in boots, was anything but opposing. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a gray-blue tunic with a high collar; it fell down to the middle of his thighs and thus was too long on him. The material however was finely made, and the edges were touched with silver; it was one of the nicest things that Ka'rys owned. He was wearing one boot -- on his right foot. His left foot didn't work. Reason: He'd broken the ankle. He probably looked comical half-hobbling along, but he didn't really care. As far as he was concerned, the caravans were the perfect opportunity to move around without anyone having a chance to scold him for it because they were going somewhere. Yes, Ka'rys was looking for any excuse to not have to stay in bed. (He went stir crazy whenever he was left in one place for too long by force; ironically, were he not injured, he probably wouldn't have cared at all.) His excuse for being at the caravans at all, though? Kalerary.
For the first time in a month, the little girl was out and about. She looked pale, and after being sick for so long, it would come as little surprise to anyone who knew her. Her dark brown hair was tied back securely in a braid and she was dressed in an outfit that almost perfectly mimicked her father's. The only difference was her aquatic blue-green shirt, which she'd been bought by K'von at the Gather at Blossom Hold. The shirt was beginning to look old from being washed so many times, due to how often she wore it, but Ka'rys couldn't bring himself to tell her no. It was her absolute favorite and for Kalerary to like something that much was very odd indeed. (He also had trouble telling her no in general, thanks to guilt.)
"We're not getting anything to eat here," Ka'rys repeated as Kalerary led the way. The comical duo (could she have looked any more like her father without being a clone?) made their way down the paths toward one of the stalls. "You can get food back in the main hall and it will be safer than anything here. I don't want you poisoned."
"I don't want you walking on a broken ankle," the seven-turn-old countered smoothly, her arms folding over her chest. "But you're doing it. I'm not hungry anyways! That pie just looked yummy." She eyed her father for a moment then moved (but at a decidedly slower pace) over toward one of the stalls that had snagged her attention. Casual viewers might have noticed, though, that she continually looked back at Ka'rys to make sure he hadn't fallen over or worse. While she outwardly pretended not to be fond of him, ever since her illness, she'd been a lot more affectionate. He stayed with her the whole time she was sick, and he never once complained about her throwing up on him and worse. Despite everything she'd said to him. She wasn't stupid; she could appreciate that and... and he was her father; she was slowly, but surely growing to accept that she couldn't be mad at him forever.
He was making it easy, though, by not letting her have any of the pies... and Kalerary took after him strongly. Her goal was to punish him and, for that reason, she approached what appeared to be a cart with nothing more than eggs on it. Her gaze flicked toward Ka'rys and she saw his eyes go wide. Smirking (and looking more and more like her father in the process), the seven-turn-old ran right up to the table and tapped on it before pointing at a basket of eggs with varying sizes and appearances.
"How much are those?"
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Post by Rei on Feb 28, 2009 18:36:01 GMT -5
Vega winged down to appraise the little girl closer. He gave a chirp and swung around her before alighting on the cart. Cocking his head he trilled at her eyes whirling in green shades. “Vega get back here! Freckle most certainly isn’t there anymore. You don’t have to keep…” Raylin paused as she limped around the corner and simply stared at the two people in front of her. “Oh hi. Sorry if I’m interrupting anything.” She glared for a moment at her flitter. “He keeps going back to check on the eggs you see. For some reason he is terrified of something eating them.” She rolled her eyes and Vega gave a sharp whistle.
She cast an eye over the male close to the girl. Bronze rider by his knots. The one arguing with Savitri at the latest flitter hatching.
(Short but it's a start <3)
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Post by nightingale on Feb 28, 2009 18:51:54 GMT -5
The stall worker tilted an interested ear toward the sound of somone knocking on the table, and smiled first at Ka'rys, then at Kalerary as he lowered his head to the level of the egg baskets.
"These ones?"
He asked the little girl, giving the basket of mystery eggs a little tap.
"They're pretty expensive. Five marks each."
He offered Raylin and her flitter a small nod as they arrived.
"Welcome back miss. Still browsing?"
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Post by glamourie on Feb 28, 2009 19:34:13 GMT -5
Chirping made Kalerary jerk her head up and she leaned back slightly to eye the blue firelizard with an appraising look. She only knew a handful of firelizards, not being the most social creature ever. Her favorite was Hrorek, who was completely silent. She also had quickly grown fond of Liette, though, because her father let her feed the little green hatchling and the firelizard liked to eat out of her hands. The only ones she recognized were those two, Ophelie, and R'wign's fair... which she promptly numbered, since there were too many to remember all of their names. She called R'wign Firelizard-man, too. Her eyes narrowed skeptically and she put her hands on her hips, her head cocking to the side. "You're not papa's," she said sternly, "nor are you Hrorek, too noisy. Where'd you come from?"
Her answer came in the form of a girl speaking to her. Immediately the seven-turn-old backed up, her head bowing shyly. As Ka'rys approached from behind her (one hand setting on her shoulder comfortingly), she lifted her gaze and nodded to the girl. She didn't know her or what a freckle was (surely the marks on people's faces couldn't eat eggs?) but... well, they were odd. Her attention turned back to the stall owner as he explained the price of the eggs. So they weren't that expensive! Most of the eggs were. She scrunched up her nose slightly, and she wondered what was in them. However, while it was tempting to ask, she thought better than to do so with her papa standing right there. Surprises could be fun. She smirked deviously and then whirled on her father, her hands resting behind her back. Kalerary tilted her chin back to look up at him, deliberately feigning innocence.
"I want one of those."
Ka'rys stared down at her for a moment before raising an eyebrow neatly. "You have a feline." He glanced back at the girl - green weyrling but shard it all if he could remember which one (there were a lot of them!) - and offered her a courteous nod. Ka'rys wasn't talkative to strangers. Kalerary was slightly better. "What do you need an egg for? You don't even know what's in those!"
"You have two pets," Kalerary countered, and then (having predicted her father's argument), she turned back to look at the stall owner. Her hands folded behind her back. "Sir, if it isn't too much trouble, can you tell us what's inside of those? It's not salamandyrs is it? 'Cause those things are really annoying --" If she had any idea her father agreed, she probably would have changed her tune. "-- and mean. There's one, it likes to insult me." She scrunched up her nose, then pointed at the blue flit. "Is it one of those? Is that the papa?" She turned back to the girl whose name she didn't know. "Is it the papa? Is that why it doesn't want anything to eat 'em?"
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Post by Rei on Feb 28, 2009 20:08:11 GMT -5
Raylin shook her head and a small laugh escaped despite her best effort to keep it contained. “No he isn’t the father. He just hates my roommate’s green mandyr Freckle. She was by the eggs earlier and he hates her with a passion. He is just making sure she doesn‘t come back the silly thing.” Vega chirped and flared his wings showing off his sapphire wing membranes. The paleness of his hide coupled with the membranes made him memorable for sure. He hummed a bit and winged to the girls shoulder to perch there. Tilting his head he looked up at Ka’rys and gave a questioning chirp. Raylin shook her head at the shop keeper. “No not browsing just here to collect my flit.”
Raylin sighed and leaned against her crutch, noting with amusement that the bronze rider was also injured. “So what did you trip over?” She queried conversationally. It was obvious that Vega was currently preoccupied and there was no harm in questioning the bronze rider. “Your little girl is cute. What’s your name darling? I’m Raylin rider to green Ebolath.”
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Post by nightingale on Feb 28, 2009 20:33:10 GMT -5
The young man smiled indulgently, offering the little girl a small incline of his head.
“Nope, no salamandyrs. Just some flitters, darters, chickens and maybe even a tunnelsnake or two. We’re not really sure which are which, so they’re in this basket.”
He gave the paper question mark a little tap to illustrate his point. He offered the father a questioning look as Kale’s attention shifted, wordlessly asking weather he should expect to make a sale or just entertain the girl’s curiosity.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 28, 2009 21:04:57 GMT -5
Kalerary looked between the stallkeep and the girl - who introduced herself as Raylin of Green Ebolath. Hmm. Her head cocked to the side and she frowned, eyeing the blue firelizard. So it didn't like salamandyrs. Neither did Ophelie, though... and merely thinking of her seemed to summon up the green firelizard. The average sized female appeared with no sound save the fluttering of wings and she landed daintily on Kalerary's shoulder before preening herself, her magnificent green with blue undertoned hide glittering as she moved. Her color made it clear she would be Rising soon, but her personality was as of yet unchanged. Silent as the grave and calm as ever. Among her kind Ophelie was something of a fluke, but if not for her easy going temperament, it was likely her humanpet would never have liked firelizards at all; she alone had managed to change his opinion. She eyed Vega cautiously, then rubbed her body against Kale's jaw in a show of blatant affection.
"My name is Kalerary," she answered, not liking being 'overlooked' even if her attention was one the stallkeeper more than the girl. She turned back and looked from her father to the stallkeeper and back again before indicating the basket. "It might have a darter, papa. Can't I get one?"
Papa. There was only one reason she'd ever call him that and not Ka'rys. She liked using his name as a distancing technique, and familiarity was her way of sucking up. Ka'rys glowered slightly, then turned back to the greenrider before shrugging. "She prefers Kale." He didn't introduce himself, though. He wasn't that friendly. "I tripped her pet feline Reggie. Short for 'T'rid's Rejected Cat.' He abandoned the kitten and she brought it home. She does take care of it though." For all her flaws, Kalerary was very responsible with her pet. She fed him regularly, kept him bathed, and she spent a lot of time loving on the animal. If he had to be honest he'd say she was better to that creature than most adults were. Unfortunately, he didn't like where that train of thoughts was heading one little bit. She was right - he had two firelizards. She had one cat. It wasn't entirely fair, but he was a grown-up. That argument would anger her considerably.
"You said five marks?" he asked for confirmation before digging around in his pocket to retrieve the specified amount. "I'm going to buy you this egg, but only on the terms that no matter what hatches from it, you take care of it - just like with Reggie. And if you don't, we'll give it to someone who will, and you won't be allowed to have pets anymore. Do you understand, Kale?" He handed the marks over to the girl, and sighed in exasperation. "You also have to clean up its messes, and hope your cat doesn't eat it - I don't have time to watch your pets, and my own, and manage my wing." Near his shoulder another flutter of wings sounded, and Liette sat perched, looking around frantically. So many shinies! So little time! Her gaze darted from all the eggs to Kalerary then back to her bonded, before she disappeared between again; she'd been flying around scoping out the gathering of Caravans frantically -- it was all so interesting! (Odds are, she'd get lost before the day was over.) "Don't make me regret this..."
"I take good care of Reggie." It was a valid argument and one Ka'rys expected. The little girl smiled, and took the marks from her father's hand before hugging his leg. She was grateful... and part of her felt a little guilty, since she'd expected him to say no. Maybe it was because she'd been sick that he didn't? Hmm. She pushed that thought from her mind and held out the marks to the stallkeeper herself, her expression playful as Ophelie chirped from her shoulder. Kalerary pointed at one of the eggs. "I want a chicken. Can I have that egg? I hope it's a chicken. Chickens are really cute, and I think Reggie would have fun playing with one..."
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Post by Rei on Mar 1, 2009 12:11:26 GMT -5
Vega had noticed Ophelie’s glow and he crooned cautiously to her. The pale blue shifted to the end of Kalerary’s other shoulder not wishing to offend said lovely green. Vega chirped conversationally to the young girl and turned his head to look at his. No Freckle? Good the ugly frilly was gone. He disliked the creature so. Interestingly he didn’t mind the brown frilly much at all. Only when he took his favorite perch on Ebolath.
Raylin tilted her head. “Tripped? Well at least you tripped over something moving. I tripped over an inanimate object.” She paused and a small smile spread across her face. “I wasn’t aware that T’rid had owned a feline.” She stored that tidbit of information away for further use. Suddenly she heard a shout from someone in the crowd and an apology from none other than her dragon. Oh I am so sorry I didn’t see you there. The weyrling groaned. “Well Kalerary was it? I guess you get to meet my dragon as well.”
Ebolath emerged from the crowd and trotted up to hers. She crooned a greeting to the two humans close to hers. You made more friends Raymine? “I thought I told you to stay out of the caravans. You are to big to be lumbering around here now love. That is Kalerary and that is her father….” Raylin raised an eyebrow just now noticing that she never got a name.
Ebolath lowered her head to Kale’s level. Hello I am Ebolath. Are you buying a new friend? Can I see it hatch? Raylin rolled her eyes. “Love I am not sure whatever is in that egg will appreciate a your nose being the first thing it sees.” Why not? I will not eat it.
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Post by nightingale on Mar 1, 2009 19:52:24 GMT -5
"Five marks."
The stallkeeper noded, accepeting the marks as they were offered to him. He flashed Kale another small smile, tapping the basket of mystery eggs.
"Okay, pick out any one you want from in here. Just be careful that you don't knock over any of the others...Ah, miss, you really can't have your dragon over here!"
Across the field, a number of the purchasable animals had started panicing and throwing up a fuss inside their pen. The children in carge of watching them seemed oblivious to the panic, as enthralled as they were with seeing a dragon, and so the trouble went largely unnoticed
"I'm really sorry miss."
The young man apologized, worried eyes moving between the girl, her dragon and the penned animals.
"You're going to have to get her out of here. No disrespect intended."
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Post by glamourie on Mar 2, 2009 1:36:04 GMT -5
DRAGON!
Kalerary was immediately distracted from the shopkeeper at the sight of a flash of green hide. She cocked her head to the side and looked up at the creature, her eyes turning to approximately the size of saucers. Why - it was so small! Jessereth was much larger, and Ciceroth larger still. Even smaller than Phremath was, and she was itty-bitty! The girl blinked twice, then turned back to the shopkeeper to be polite; she much preferred to talk to the dragon, but she wasn't going to be rude. Her mama, her papa, and Z'hin had all taught her better than that. She looked at the basket, then back to the shopkeeper before shaking her head slightly. It would be weird picking out her own pet, wouldn't it?
"You can pick one out, I think I prefer your tastes," she said and bobbed her head slightly. However, the shopkeeper's words made her turn around and she looked from the dragon, then back to the stalls before her hand went up to her mouth. "Hello, Ebolath. Yes, I'm buying a new friend. I will show you, but only if you promise to come with me away from the shops because I think the aminals are scared of you. Is that okay?" She spun around to look back at her father and at Raylin, clearly asking permission from them both. She knew enough about animals to know that they were frightened of dragons because they were predators and she didn't want Ebolath or her rider to get into trouble. They seemed so nice...
Cocking his head to the side, Ka'rys eyed Ebolath for a moment before nodding to Kalerary; it was fine with him. He shot the shopkeeper a sympathetic look, but then finished Raylin's introduction smoothly, "Ka'rys." He didn't explain who his dragon was. If they didn't know, that was their problem. No part of the bronzerider had ever been friendly and he wasn't about to make an effort just because a weyrling liked his daughter. For some reason he couldn't understand, greens seemed to flock to Kalerary. Phremath liked her. Calistoth liked her. Hadn't Aonith liked her okay too? Kalerary was a green magnet. "Our apologies, sir. I'm certain that it was not young Ebolath's intention to frighten anyone, nor her rider's. As soon as we're through paying, we'll all be out of your hair."
You shouldn't venture too close to the animals. They become frightened; they think you will eat them, Ciceroth pointed out to Ebolath from his perch. He was far from the caravans, on one of the cliffs near the Weyr, sprawled out enough for the sunlight to glitter off his bronze hide wonderfully. He was the perfect image of relaxation, from snout to the tip of his tail. No part of him was uncomfortable, but then, it was very hard to put off Ciceroth. He was one of the more calm and composed creatures at Selenitas Weyr; he knew his worth and it took something spectacular to make him question himself or anyone else. Let everyone get a good eyeful. He knew he was gorgeous, and the sun was so warm. To Ka'rys, he added, You can bring them over here, Rysmine; it is emptier here, and I would like to see what your hatchling has purchased.
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Post by Rei on Mar 2, 2009 15:52:03 GMT -5
Raylin turned to the shop keeper and then motioned to Ebolath. “She really doesn’t mean to scare them. She would never hurt them but I see what you mean.” Her motion for Ebolath to leave was completely ignored however as the green was currently enamored with her new friend. Oh yes I will come with you. Ebolath exclaimed, nodding at the girl, her eyes whirling in a happy blue.
The green turned towards the penned creatures as Kale brought them to her attention. Oh they do seem very nervous. They are silly I would never eat them. Ebolath snorted in annoyance and turned again to the girl. I very much want to see your new little friend. I hope you get something nice and colorful. What are you hoping for?
Raylin nodded to the girl. “If you want you can just lead her away she’ll follow. I’ll be right behind with...” She turned to look at Ka’rys and nodded as he told her his name. “Ka’rys, or you dad I guess I should say.” The weyrling turned to the shop keeper as the bronze rider apologized, deciding she better add her own apology as well. Considering Ebolath was her dragon. “Yes we she most certainly didn’t mean to startle them she’s young yet and so she is still learning things. We will leave shortly.”
Ebolath paused as an unfamiliar voice sounded in her head. Masculine in nature, she had a hard time fitting a face to the voice. The green had most defiantly not spoken to this particular male before. Oh I am sorry. I really did not mean to startle them. I am leaving soon. I did not mean to upset them. I am Ebolath are you Ka’rys dragon? She had plucked the riders name out of hers’s head. The voice did not sound unfriendly but nor did it sound friendly. It was more guarded she decided. Perhaps she could make a new friend today. That thought cheered her slightly.
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Post by nightingale on Mar 3, 2009 19:29:03 GMT -5
The stallkeep smiled amiably, offering both Raylin and Ka'rys a small bob of his head.
"Not a problem folks. The runners just scare easy if you know what I mean. You can take your time in looking."
Here he glanced towar Kalerary and the egg basket.
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Post by glamourie on Mar 4, 2009 19:14:20 GMT -5
Well of course she didn't mean to scare them, Ka'rys thought with a look toward the green's rider. Very young; she was practically a child. Or maybe she just seemed young to him. Everyone did of late, though he blamed that on his cynical outlook on life. Anyone who wasn't as jaded or bitter as him was considered 'young' and 'naive.' And in his experience at Selenitas, that number was rapidly expanding. Sometimes - fleetingly - he missed Fort. At least there he wasn't viewed as excessively paranoid or the odd man out. Then again, was being paranoid such a bad thing? It kept him alive throughout turns of dragon-to-dragon combat and it also kept Selenitas from being attacked when he was Weyrleader, so he viewed it. Was it really so bad? People seemed to see it as an insult, but as time went by, Ka'rys viewed the statement more and more as a compliment. He also had absolutely no desire to make friends or socialize... with anyone other than Savitri. And whether she realized it or not, the girl was only reinforcing that to him. Ka'rys bit his tongue and eyed her thoughtfully.
Fortunately (for Raylin), Kalerary was a lot less judgmental than her father. She smiled in open friendliness to the greenrider (she loved greens so!) and nodded her agreement. However, her main attention was on the dragon and she turned back to her before stating very clearly, "I really want a chicken." Ignoring her father's grimace, she turned back to the basket of eggs and smiled before indicating a particularly small egg with one finger. It was probably one of the smallest in the basket entirely, but to her, that made it the best: she was one of the smallest people at the caravans, wasn't she? Small eggs for small people - it made sense to her at least. Her gaze flicked back to Raylin and she bobbed her head affirmatively at the girl's suggestion. "Okay, just a moment!" She wasn't quite done shopping yet!
Kalerary turned to the stallkeeper and tapped her egg lightly. "May I have this one, please?" she asked, her head tilting to the side.
"She'll get better," Ka'rys commented absently to Raylin, his gaze locked on Kale. The girl was far more interesting to him for the moment. Nothing personal against the greenrider, but he focused more on his child because she was his child. That and Kalerary had too much of him in her to be well-behaved for very long; he expected something devious at any turn, an underhanded trick that was bound to make him want to smack his head off of things. She was being entirely too well-behaved. She was definitely plotting. "Dragons learn more as they grow, like any creature. Eventually you'll find she's too bored to even leave her weyrledge on a particularly sunny day. Ciceroth wants us to come over near him when we have the egg; apparently, he's nosy."
I resent that implication. I'm not nosy, I'm curious, the bronze said to his rider with a haughty tone that made Ka'rys smirk in approval. However, to Ebolath, he was considerably less huffy. Ciceroth I am, though Ka'rys's Dragon is a touch inaccurate. He is Mine, if that's what you'd like to know. In Ciceroth's opinion, Ka'rys was His person. He was not Ka'rys's property. You owe me no apologies, Ebolath; I was merely explaining why they are confused. Almost mischievously, he added, If Rysmine would let me, I wouldn't object to eating some of the runners. They can be very tasty at times, especially when they have been raised well...
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Post by Rei on Mar 5, 2009 21:35:44 GMT -5
Ebolath watched Kale and her egg with an interested expression. Will you be the eggs clutch mother Kale? I do hope you get a chicken. If that is what you want that is what I hope you will get. The green eyed and animals quietly some of them had calmed down and as long as she stayed still they did not throw themselves into fits of hysterics. I do not want to be rude but could we go soon? I do not want to get mine or you in trouble for being here.
Raylin put a hand on her dragon and stroked her. “I do hope she gets better at these things. She tends to be quite nosy when she is awake. Unfortunately it’s quite a chore to get her up in the morning. If I didn’t have my flitter to help I doubt I’d get her up at all. She can sleep through my screaming but it is hard to sleep with two prodding you every minute.” She raised an eyebrow when she noticed the bronze rider was not even looking in her direction. Obviously not the social type. Ah well, each to his or her own. To be fair if he was alone and not with his daughter she would have been too nervous to approach him at all.
Vega launched himself off Kale’s shoulder with a parting croon to Ophelie. He circled the girl once and then perched upon his bonded. Curling his tail around her neck he chirped once and rubbed his head against her cheek. Raylin absentmindedly raised a hand to stroke the pale blue and he crooned appreciatively. Ebolath turned her attention to the other voice in her mind. Oh mine likes the runners but I do not. I think they are smelly and dumb. I would like to taste one but I am quite sure it would upset mine so. To be honest I wish she would quit riding them. Corinth said that mine might forget about them when I learn to fly. Do you think that is true?
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Post by glamourie on Mar 8, 2009 22:32:13 GMT -5
"Umm, well. I didn't clutch it," Kalerary replied honestly, as she reached out to take the egg offered to her by the stallkeeper. She offered a polite nod and word of thanks before turning back to the green weyrling. Carefully, the little girl held the egg out for the dragonet to see, absolutely fearless. Her mother was a greenrider, and she'd always liked greens as a result. Ebolath was just one of many of them that she liked a lot. "So I don't think that makes me its clutch mother, but I'm gonna take care of it like it's my baby and feed it often. We can go now. Have you met Cissy? He looks absolutely amazing in ribbons, I've got him in 'em right now. You should tell him how handsome he looks, I don't think he likes the ribbons and papa says he wants to see the eggbaby too. Promise me you'll say he looks pretty, even if he doesn't to you? He'll get upset if you don't. Silly bronze, he thinks he has to look amazing always and doesn't realize he's shiny enough that he does without trying to. Papa says he's 'vain' whatever that means. I don't think it relates to veins at all..."
Trailing off, Kalerary glanced at Ka'rys and Raylin before stepping over to them. Her hand remained around the egg, but the free one lifted to snatch Ka'rys's knots off of his shoulder. The bronzerider quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing as Kalerary attached them to her shoulder and puffed up in pride. "There. Now I'm the bronzerider. C'mon, Ebby!" (She had decided Ebolath was 'Ebby' henceforth, thank you very much.) "We've got to go tend to Cissy and let him see the egg!"
Ka'rys snorted softly and turned to look at Raylin with a curious expression. "She'll get better. She's still a weyrling. Though they grow much faster than humans, until adulthood they're not all that different from children, and like children, they make mistakes." He gestured toward the departing Weyrbrat with an indifferent shrug. "Kalerary makes mistakes, too. I don't think it's any more right to fault your dragon than it would be to fault her. As she grows, she'll do it less and less, until she acts what is deemed semi-normal for a green. She's still growing, so of course she sleeps a lot..." He started after Kalerary in the direction of the cliff where Ciceroth was sprawled out, but his eyes were on Raylin; he liked to make eye contact when speaking, most of the time. Kalerary just had most of his attention at the moment... as she should've. "Hopefully she grows out of that. Ciceroth didn't. He still sleeps as often as he can, usually in the most inconvenient places. There's a cluster of rocks near the river he favors, and seeing him curled up in them is comical. He's got Hepaticath trying to squeeze herself into them too - it's very embarrassing, he's such a bad influence..."
Ophelie gave a sweet chirrup toward Vega as he flew off, and Kalerary literally took to skipping in the direction she knew Ciceroth to be. She was Wingleader Kalerary, of Cissy the Female Bronze, for that afternoon, and she fully intended to use it to her advantage! (While the title had more oomph as 'Weyrleader Kalerary', she was satisfied with 'Wingleader'.) Her chest puffed out and she half-strutted amidst her skipping, making her hair bobble comically as she moved. If she had any idea of how silly she looked, the little girl gave no indication. Her hands were secured around her egg, which was beginning to crack down the sides (though she did not appear to notice) as she moved. "We'll get you some ribbons too, Ebby -- I think pink would look good with your green hide. Pink and green go well together. You'll look fabubolalis!" She couldn't say the word 'fabulous' properly. "Prettiest green ever to hatch on Pern, you'll be!"
The bronze himself sprawled out more effectively. He was indeed covered in vibrant red ribbons, tied around his claws, the edges of his wings and his ridges, into neat little bows that were undeniably feminine. Initially he'd been upset immensely at the sudden emasculation, but the ribbons were growing on him. They fluttered. Where was Hepaticath to show? Of course she'll forget about them, he replied with such utter confidence that there could be no denying he was a bronze. Who would want one of them when they have a dragon to ride? We are infinitely superior, in every way. And they taste very, very good. I will catch you one, one day, when Yours is not nearby. We will simply not tell her.
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