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Post by tompoko on May 28, 2009 3:55:27 GMT -5
Another quiet afternoon in the barracks. Tyrone had recently moved into his own apartment. It was a big accomplishment for him. He had lived with with his mother at the hold from birth and then had been permitted to live with his father while he was a candidate. He wasn't too pleased with his choice of not moving into the candidate barracks when offered. He barely knew anyone around here. If he had only thought ahead.
"Sigh.." Tyrone walked down the hallway with a small push broom and a bag of glows. He'd stop every couple of feet to change one of the bulbs. Astendith sat at the far end of the hallway, watching his slow approch from the opposite end. /Night shift at the infirmary again tonight Astendith, I need to change the hay pile you keep sleeping on over there.. its getting a bit soiled./ T'yr send over to Astendith lazily with his mind. / I will help you T'yr./ The pale blue quadraped sent back. Tyrone watched him a moment as Astendith shifted his gaze out the window. / We need to go out when I get stronger./ Tyrone nodded at him looking out the window and into distance. The expanse was filled with trees, there wasnt much of a scenery view from any part of the weyr. /Yeah, when your a little older. Before you know it we'll be riding through the skies./ There was a small wave of anticipation came through the bond and Tyrone smiled.
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Astendith had been lost in thought when Tyrone made it to the end of the hall. He jumped when Tyrone poked him with the point of his broom. Tyrone grinned broadly, taking the last of the dust and hucking it out the window. "One more hallway to go." Tyrone started past Astendith into the next section.
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Post by nightingale on May 28, 2009 20:16:14 GMT -5
The window let out a cry of alarm and started coughing.
Impromptu dust baths? Not something that Ke’rin usually enjoyed, but in this case it was made even worse by the fact that Iro and Jaymith were there to laugh at him. His cousin was in stitches and just barely able to keep from falling over as she watched him shake the sand out of is dark hair. Oh Mine, how silly you look! Jaymith chuckled soundlessly. You wouldn’t think it was so funny if it was your hide. The young man returned, glaring ineffectually at his bonded.
Jaymith snorted quietly and approached the weyrling barracks's door, poking his head inside to peer curiously at T’yr and Astendith. Pardon me little brother, but I do believe that Yours may have accidentally thrown dirt on Mine. Would you send him out to apologize please? As he is one of the most important riders at Selenitas Weyr, it is only right that he receives the respect he deserves.
Jaymith, who are you talking to? The boy pressed as he felt his dragon’s attention wander. He gave Iro a playful shove as she tried –still giggling- to pick a leaf out of his hair, only to send her into further hysterics. One of the infant blues. He is the one who dusted you. You're not threatening him I hope. Of course not! I was only introducing us. The young bronze told him sharply. He then brushed against Astendith’s mind a second time. I am Jaymith, but please do not hesitate to call me Lord Jaymith or simply My Lord if you wish. Mine is Ke’rin. Yours does not need to call him Lord, because it makes him uncomfortable.
“Please ignore him.” Kei called, hoping that whomever was inside could hear him around his dragon’s enormous head. “He’s just a great blowhard who thinks too highly of himself.” I do not think too highly of myself! The bonze snorted, twisting his head back to fix his rider with a slightly annoyed orange gaze. We are very important Ke’rin-mine! It is only fair that the younglings know who to turn to should they require assistance or guidance. Ke’rin sighed, shaking more dust from his hair. It was a good thing that Jaymith was harmless. If he had a mean bone it his body there was a good chance he’d have taken over the Weyr by now.
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Post by tompoko on May 31, 2009 14:15:15 GMT -5
/.. T’yr, I think you just upset the bronze’s mine outside./[/color] /what do you mean? Whats a mine?/ the pale blue poked his head down out the door into the main foyer. /a mine is you. But another one of you. Just go down stairs and talk to the man you dumped dust on./ [/color] a small amount of irritation could be felt through the bond. Tyrone assumed it was from Astendith’s lack of words for explaining what he meant.
Tyrone stared down the steps of the front foyer, noticing a large bronze dragon poking his head in the door. Tyrone could feel his cheeks hotten, and quickly walked down the steps to the outside, passing the dragon hesitantly and muttering a small “sorry” in its general direction while trying not to make eye contact.
Tyrone wedged past the dragon, and as he turned his gaze off the big mammoth, slammed right into his unwitting dusting victim. Tyrone recoiled backwards and pushed himself up against the wall. He could feel the sweat on his forehead fall into his eyebrows and trickle in a few beads down his face. “I am.. so sorry.” /I probably look like a fool, this rider is going to reprimand the hell out of me.. / he thought fleetingly at Astendith. There was no response from the dragon, just a quiet calm. Tyrone didn’t look up but assumed Astendith had now either started walking down the stairs or was watching out the window.
Finally, turning his gaze upwards, took in the full sight whom he had dumped on. He was handsome and very attractive, but Tyrone suppressed that feeling as soon as it bubbled. He also had a female companion, whom was giggling over to the side of him. Looking at both of them he repeated. “I’m really sorry mister.. I’m T’yr.” Tyrone Offered his hand to the guy.
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Post by nightingale on Jun 5, 2009 23:37:36 GMT -5
Jaymith let out a soft whoosh of breath as T’yr slid past him, turning to watch the boy with thoughtfully whirling green eyes. It was difficult to avoid eye contact with a creature whose head was five times as large as your body. Incoming. The bronze warned his rider, just a moment too late as he was promptly knocked off balance. “Woah!” He yelped, staggering backward a pace, sneezing as more dust was knocked loose from his hair. He pushed a handful of dark curls back from his face to get a look at whatever seemed intent on blinding, then mauling him.
He registered the blueweyrling’s embarrassment instantly, and flashed him an empathetic smile of reassurance. “That’s alright. Don’t worry about it.” He half-coughed, half-chuckled, shaking the hand offered to him firmly. “Oh it’s not a problem at all. Kei-nine is used to being dizzy and laughed at.” Iro laughed, folding her arms over her chest and smiling in a distinctly fond manner. Ke’rin rolled his eyes at the pet name, but chose not to draw attention to it. The last thing he needed was to have Iro telling random strangers stories from their childhood.
“I’m senior weyrling Ke’rin, of bronze Jaymith. This is my sister Iro of Selenitas Hold. She and the rest of my family are here with the relief caravan” He explained, giving his head a toss in a half-hearted attempt to keep any more dust from getting into his eyes and mouth. Introducing himself formally had become much easier since he had first impressed. Perhaps knowing that they were near graduation, and the fact that another two other pairs of bronzeweyrlings had impressed helped to ease some of the self consciousness that had once come with claiming himself to be a bronzerider. The title seemed to have grown on him. “We’re cousins actually.” Iro corrected, winking. “In biological sense anyway.” Kei nodded in her direction, then turned back toward T’yr. “You’re a bluerider?” He asked conversationally, nodding toward the young man's knots. “It’s good to have you with us. Prince Jaymith is always looking for new admirers.” He stressed ‘prince’ sarcastically. The bronze let out a short huffing sound, but decided quickly that arguing did not suit a dragon of his grandeur.
(( Possible color codes for Astendith <3 -A2B6DE | B6D3FF | A9D7FF | B8BBCC |ADFAFF))
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Post by tompoko on Jun 7, 2009 0:42:16 GMT -5
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T’yr looked up just as Astendith poked his head out the second story window. / He tries, but fails miserably at it. / Astendith sent to the group in answer to Kei’s last question. Even though it was rhetorical, the blue couldn’t resist poking fun at his mine. Still staring up at the window T’yr hmphed at his witless dragon. “Its nice to meet the three of you.” T’yr turned back towards the group smiling. “Congratulations Kei’rin. I guess you’ll be graduating soon.”
“I’m T’yr by the way,” he continued, “and that dragon up there is my blue beast of burden. Were part of the exotic clutch. Hopefully when Astendith and I are trained we can ride together.” T’yr felt a lot calmer now. He had almost completely forgotten he did anything wrong at all. He probably would have if he wasn't plainly watching Kei’rin trying to dust himself off.
Even though the guy was a bronze rider, he seemed really nice. T’yr wished he could get to know him better. Since they were graduating though, it was a safe assumption that he’d be moving over to the rider weyr apartments. He probably would not see him too often after that point since he’d live all the way down in the canyon. / Oh well.. I’m sure we’ll make friends with the guys from our own clutch. / T’yr thought openly between himself and his dragon.
“So what brings you guys out to the barracks?”
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