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Post by Rei on May 11, 2009 13:34:06 GMT -5
Ebolath crooned happily and returned the older dragon’s shoulder nuzzle with one of her own. The comments about the fish had her lowering her head to look at them curiously. Oh I did not know fish could between. But now it makes sense. I always wondered how they disappeared. Tilting her head she flicked her tongue against the surface of the water to send the small group scattering again. The green rumbled happily. It was a fun game, scaring the fishes between.
Yes nets are hard to make. But how do you make a fishing stick? I have never made one and I do not think mine has either. Ebolath turned her attention back to the humans and crooned at hers. You do not know how to make a fishing stick do you mine? As she waited for an answer she turned her attention to Tr'esn.
Tr’esn’s remark about fishing holes caused Ebolath to flare her wings slightly in a physical show of excitement. Oh will the water be as clear in the holes? I bet we could find all kinds of interesting stones there. She mused to Oquith privately. After all no need to spoil the surprise. Perhaps we could find enough stones to make both of ours shiny presents.
Raylin was drawn out of her hazy thoughts by her green’s question and she shook her head to clear it. “No I’ve never made a fishing pole before.” Taking another bite of the sweet fruit she turned to look quietly back at Tr’esn, noting the blank expression on his face as Oquith no doubt spoke to him.
Ebolath wriggled in anticipation of sunning. Oh yes it will be much warmer in stronger sunlight. Sunning was a favorite pastime of Ebolath’s. After all who wouldn’t like a warm spot to curl and nap in. As Oquith started walking away Ebolath gave a final playful snort at the small fish and bounded after her. Drawing up beside the older green she touched her muzzle against the Oquith’s neck affectionately. It was oh so nice to have a beautiful female friend like Oquith.
Raylin nodded at Tr’esn’s shrug and took a final bite of the fruit before tossing the leftovers into the underbrush and washing the sticky juices off her hands in the stream. Straightening up the dark haired girl threw her braid back over her shoulder and trotted after Tr’esn. Drawing up slightly behind him she fell into a easy pace.
The weyrling looked up at the vines as Tr’esn spoke. Musing silently, Raylin finally spoke up, her voice soft and hesitant. “I have no idea what we could use for line but my brothers used to fashion hooks out of forked sticks. They whittled them down to shape to use for fishing hooks in our small pond.” Falling silent after that she examined the bushes and trees around them. The walk and food was lifting her spirit’s a bit and it was becoming hard to stay as depressed.
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Post by Avu on May 11, 2009 17:11:07 GMT -5
Ebolath, Oquith decided, as she trotted down the riverside, her tail flicking pleasantly along with her pace, was difficult not to like. The green was sweet – undeniably so – and, another point in her favor, though it wasn’t truly something she could control, she was younger – and Oquith had a soft spot for little things. Soft things, especially – part of the reason the feline so adored Moth – but small things in general. Not that Ebolath was truly that small; the green was rapidly catching up to Oquith – but the youth was still sweet. As the green made her way, wings folded tightly against her back to keep branches from snagging the appendages, the tiny green crooned, continuing their previous conversation. She found it interesting; there was no need to drop it. I cannot see why else the little silvers could go so quickly, she commented honestly, glancing sideways at the water. Silver darts – little silver darts, they were. So pretty and sparkly; she ought to try to catch one someday.
And then she remembered, and Oquith crooned, thoughtfully. They are not always quick. The Mothfeline has caught them before. And so have the little firelizards. It’s fun, to watch the Mothfeline grab for the silvers. She only catches them sometimes, though… Oquith had no problem with talking to others; especially when she was comfortable with another dragon, the little green could go on for hours – she literally had chattered to Wymeth once for minutes on end, until Tr’esn had teasingly told her to stop before she traumatized Wymeth. It had served mainly as a distraction, though; Oquith’s beloved greensister had trouble perching on the Drumheights with Hers. Her tail twitched minutely, and the green peered sideways at the reflective water again. She had yet to catch one of the silvers, but she could. Maybe. Someday. She’d have to try it…
Crooning, Oquith turned to the other green, in response to the nudge she’d received, and licked the other dragon. The green didn’t slobber; she just licked, the touch definitely affectionate. We will, we will – I’m sure we can find one that’s clear. And if it’s not, we can just go to the river next to it. The rivers always go into fishing holes. It won’t be hard to find the shiniest rocks of all. The green crooned audibly, as her forelegs dropped to accommodate a slope in the jungle, Oquith ducking around a tree and then, in an abrupt moment of competitiveness – a quality undoubtedly picked up from her favorite clutchsister – Oquith took off, rounding a corner and then skidding to a stop, her tail dragging along the ground to slow her forward momentum. Come look; it’s a lovely little fishing hole – isn’t it, Mine? Indeed it was: A sparkling, clear little pool of water trapped by a circle of rocks, water lapping gently over the rocks to trickle into a stream on the other side. Clearly visible was the swish of a fish’s tail. How had they gotten there? Probably from between, Oquith decided, crooning as she sprawled gracelessly next to the pool.
Tr’esn bit his lip, clearly thinking about how exactly they could fish without fishing poles, as he made his way after Oquith. They could make a net…? But it would take a while…a basket, perhaps, could serve as a net, or a trap of sorts. Tie the basket to a pole and put it on the bottom of the pool with food in it, and pull it up when a fish tried to eat…? But the little “silvers” as Oquith called them, were far too quick for that. “You have a knife?” the greenrider asked. Knives did make whittling a lot easier…“If there are fish big enough, we can get Oquith and Ebolath to get them, maybe…?” Oquith didn’t have talons on her left foreleg, which would make it…quite a bit harder for her, but – mostly because of that defect – she’d compensated; like Tr’esn, her left side was her dominant. And then Oquith’s call came, and Tr’esn’s face lit up – with an eagerness that was not entirely his but mostly his dragon’s. His grin was wider, clearly genuine, as he stuffed the last bite of the starfruit into his mouth and took off after Oquith, ducking lithely under an overhanging branch.
A definite advantage of being small: His speed. Tr’esn could run – at least when he was barefoot. Shoes had a disgusting habit of tripping him up. “Come on,” he called, and then remembered: They needed a fishing pole. Or a stick to make a javelin, or something. Pausing to snap off a brittle limb from a tree, perhaps a half-inch in diameter, Tr’esn cocked his head towards Raylin, shrugging as he offered it to her. “You want it?” he offered. “If you want to start…whittling a hook, I can look for the fishing line and a pole for me…?” Glancing at the pool, the greenrider smiled slightly, adding softly, “It really is a nice place…” A pity that the circumstances were so sober, or Tr’esn would have lingered there all day. He liked water features; they were calm and he liked to watch the ripples. Look Mine, isn’t it pretty…? “Very…”
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Post by Rei on May 16, 2009 8:24:31 GMT -5
Ebolath kept pace with the older green, immensely enjoying the conversation. Hers had kept to herself for so long. The green had forgotten how much she missed interacting with things. Indeed the little silvers must between. Your Moth caught one? She must be very sneaky. Oquith’s lick caused Ebolath to croon happily. The older green was quickly becoming someone Ebolath would absolutely adore, and why not? Oquith was so nice and sweet and caring.
Listening intently, Ebolath gave a rumble as Oquith suddenly picked up speed. Pausing for just a second, she then dashed after her crashing through the underbrush and splintering fallen branches. As she drew abreast Oquith, Ebolath tried to stop but slid forward a few more feet. Flaring her wings in surprise the green stared in awe at the pool. Oh…it is very pretty. It is the perfect size I think not to big and not to small.
Striding over to Oquith, Ebolath flopped down next to the other green and savored the feel of the warm sun on her back. Raymine. Oquith has found such a lovely pool. You should see it. Ebolath rubbed her head affectionately against Oquith’s shoulder. Ours will be happy with the water I think. It is very clear so the fishes are easy to see.
Raylin strode along silently, flicking a glance here and there when movement caught her eye. She had not forgotten M’ta’s warning about wild wherries and had no desire to come across one. The jungle foliage was pretty dense now, with all the rain, but the dragons ahead of them where doing a nice job creating a little path.
So intent was Raylin on her surroundings that she almost jumped when Tr’esn spoke. He was so quiet she had almost forgotten he was there. “Umm a knife? I have one yes.” Didn’t everyone carry one now? Raylin’s was more a dagger really, a short small one, but it served as a tool quite well. She continued to follow quietly after Tr’esn and when he spoke again the weyrling merely nodded. The dragons could help too, if they wanted. They could probably even corral the fish somewhere easily enough.
As Tr’esn suddenly took off Raylin resisted the urge to sprint after him. He was obviously quite fast so it was doubtful she would have kept up anyway. Instead the weyrling kept her sedate pace until Ebolath called to her. The girl trotted down the path the dragons had unintentionally made, until she drew up behind Tr’esn. “Oh Ebolath it is quite lovely.” Indeed it was. The water was so clear and the whole thing was very eye appealing. Raylin made a mental note to remember the place in case she wanted to visit again.
As Tr’esn handed her a branch she blinked and then accepted it. “Thanks.” Nodding at his other words she examined a couple of the trees alongside the pool and selected a few branches that looked promising. Sitting down close to the pool she drew the knife from her boot and started to whittle industrially. Unfortunately, she had never been good at it so, after a few totally failed attempts, she had two crude hooks. Perhaps they would do ok. Throwing her face back she closed her eyes and let the sun warm her for a few moments before turning her attention back to the pool. It was so beautiful.
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Post by Avu on May 16, 2009 12:27:41 GMT -5
The Moth, sneaky? Oquith considered the idea as she crooned softly, rubbing her muzzle thoughtfully along the grass near the little pool of water. Possibly. Quite probably, she was; she’d managed to catch a darter before, at least, aside from the fish, but the sneaky, cunning feline was not one Oquith adored. The Mothfeline that Oquith adored and saw the most of was a silly kitten still, affectionate and attention-seeking and a little ball of white fluff content to curl up on Tr’esn’s lap, and it was this kitten that Oquith associated with Moth, not a hunter. She merely crooned, though, in a mixture of acknowledgement that the feline was fast, and amusement at the thought of the feline managing to snag fishes before they could go between. Faster than Oquith, Moth was, at that.
Perhaps she would have commented, but the pool drew all of the green’s attention. The tiny dragon leaned against Ebolath trustingly as the green flopped down. Yes, yes, it was perfect, and so clear, too. The bottom was not murky; it seemed to be composed mainly of pebbles and stones, with weeds waving gently from the bottom. The dart of a silvery fish was visible; a gleam of metallic blue. That may not make catching the fish easier, Oquith sighed, wriggling slightly in her excitement nonetheless. I don’t think Mine fishes enough…it’s very nice, isn’t it, just to watch the water…it’s pretty. The trees blocked off most of the wind, but soft ripples still spread along the water’s surface as Oquith nudged a tiny rock into the water with her nose, the responding ripples skidding away from the rock. A curious fish swam nearby, and as Oquith huffed at it, doubled backwards and vanished among the weeds. They are /very/ fast at turning, the green observed, almost enviously.
Oquith would have loved to be able to turn on a wingtip, or double back along herself. Many greens of her size were able to – though admittedly she didn’t have much to go by; Oquith was positively tiny and not many greens were her size. Tails, however, whether inadvertently or unconsciously or what, served as a rudder for dragons, and lacking the spade on the tip of hers made turning abruptly nigh impossible unless she literally closed one wing and corkscrewed. Going between was faster, and that was what Oquith mainly did to turn herself around; too much work otherwise. She would have to watch and see what the fishes did, she would…the green edged closer to the water, still leaning affectionately against Ebolath. The physical touch was…extremely comforting.
No, Tr’esn did not carry a knife. The greenrider couldn’t help half-grinning at her reply, but it was a rather bleak smile. He didn’t like knives. End of story. In the kitchen, slicing vegetables or meat, he was fine; then it was perfectly natural to grasp a blade. But otherwise – he simply couldn’t use them. They hurt people and he couldn’t stand the thought of using one. At all. Even if it meant risking his own life. In any case, he was too meek to outright attack; more likely, if he killed anyone, it would be pure desperation and an accident. But he didn’t point it out to Raylin, since clearly her voice stated her surprise. He just nodded, letting her take the stick and automatically swiveling on one foot, glancing around for more. There was no need to talk, really, and so he didn’t, merely nodding again at her and then pacing around the edge of the pool, searching for a suitable branch – or something to use for fishing line.
It didn’t take long to snap off another branch – roughly four feet in length, relatively smooth, and about the same thickness as Raylin’s branch. He tested it absently against the palm of his hand, flicking a glance at Oquith, who had since rested her head lightly on Ebolath’s back, clearly dozing. The warmth was, he supposed, very nice; he could see how it could lull his green to sleep. Tr’esn half-smiled affectionately in the green’s direction as he absently picked out the thinnest vine he could find – he wasn’t sure how well it would work, but it was better than nothing, right? – and, picking up a sharp rock, hacked it methodically off of the tree it was twisted around. Not only would they put the vine to good use – it wasn’t poison ivy, thank Faranth – it’d also save the tree from being strangled to death. Almost absently, he patted the trunk as he wound the vine around his hand and then made his way back to Raylin’s side, sitting down abruptly and folding his legs, leaning against Oquith’s flank.
“Here…I don’t know what we can use but vine,” he commented softly, picking up his ‘fishing pole’ and neatly tying one end of the first length of vine to it as he nudged the other length towards Raylin. “Did you make the hooks okay…?”
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Post by Rei on May 18, 2009 13:56:50 GMT -5
Ebolath listened to Oquith’s sweet voice, her eyes half lidded. The sun was so warm and the pretty water was such a comforting sight. It was making the young dragon tired, and more than willing to nap. Yes the fishes will be able to see ours coming. But perhaps food will be enough to lure them to the fishing sticks. The water is very nice to watch the fishes are interesting. Ebolath half raised her head from the grass to take another look at the fish noting their quick movements. Oh yes they are very good at turning. Very quick and precise.
As Oquith edged towards the water Ebolath shifted to follow not wanting to lose her snuggle buddy. I am glad we found you and yours Oquith. It is very nice to be with such lovely friends. Mine is starting to relax. Yours is very calm and quiet and I think she is starting to loosen up a bit. I am happy. She has been stressed but this day is helping. Giving a soft croon she flipped her tail and rubbed her head against Oquith’s shoulder.
Raylin watched the two dragons interact for a moment the ghost of a smile flitting across her face. Ebolath was definitely having fun. She was distracted as Tr’esn plopped down next to her. Taking the vine he offered she set herself to tying it neatly to the end of her own stick. “Yeah. I’m afraid I’m not as good at making them as my brothers where but I suppose they will do. If not I suppose we could always try spearing them. We could tie my knife around the end of one of the sticks with the vine. The waters clear enough that we could at least see them easily. But we can try it this way first.”
The weyrling fell silent then and tilted her head to look at Tr’esn. “Um what should we use as bait? Do fishes even eat fruit?” She questioned softly, shooting a quick glance at the fish swimming below the crystal surface of the pool. Maybe they did. In actuality she had never wondered what fish ate besides other smaller fish and any bugs that happened to fall into the water.
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Post by Avu on May 18, 2009 17:38:55 GMT -5
Was her companion falling asleep? It looked like it; Oquith gave a soft croon of amused affection, draping her neck over Ebolath’s and lidding her own eyes, though she was fully alert. It was…nice, just to lounge, she supposed, and Oquith was not an excessively energetic green, which meant she was perfectly okay with dozing for awhile – but neither was she lazy, and chances were that sooner or later she’d want to lark along. It was, after all, a lovely day, and while it was nice to lounge, it was also nice to play. It was nice to sleep on a rainy day, and today wasn’t rainy in the least – so it would, would it not, make sense, to play on such a nice day? And she had a nice playmate in Ebolath, didn’t she? The small green flicked her tail lightly, glancing upwards quickly to check the time. It was simply out of curiosity, since there was no specific time they had to be back, and they had food and water.
I expect they’re not so very smart, are they? Oquith murmured thoughtfully, huffing and sending more ripples spreading across the pool. Not as clever as firelizards, anyway…I don’t think they would go for free food that falls out of the sky without checking if it was…I don’t know, somehow a trap? I would check… But then, she was a dragon, was Oquith, and therefore more intelligent than firelizards. Would they look, or would the flits just dive for the food, too? She would have to ask Checkoth; he would know, considering the five firelizards that looked to His. A slightly mournful flick of her tail was given at Ebolath’s comment, though. Very quick and precise. Yes, the fishes were…the green exhaled in a slight sigh. They’re very pretty, too. Graceful. Unlike Oquith; the green had had to positively writhe in order to properly turn, the first few times…
The younger green’s sincerity, however, was unexpected – and Oquith crooned shyly, nuzzling Ebolath lightly. I’m very, very glad you and Yours enjoy our company, she said quietly, not quite certain how to respond. It was a compliment, wasn’t it? – and therefore, Oquith didn’t know how to answer it. I…I like this very much, she offered timidly, Mine likes it, too…and if it helps Yours, I’m very, very happy for her. It’s not good for her to be stressed…she oughtn’t to be. It’s such a lovely day… With a slight flick of her tail, the green rubbed her head along Ebolath’s neck in response to the other green’s nuzzle of her shoulder, with another quiet croon.
As Raylin spoke, Tr’esn couldn’t repress a half-wince at the thought of spearing fish. He had nothing against fishing, because it was…a rather humane way of killing, considering how wherries and herdbeasts were taken down: By traps that could break their legs, drive them into a panic great enough that they would writhe and kill themselves – but spearing a fish was just as bad and he didn’t like knives. If it came to that, it’d likely just be Raylin who was fishing. He wouldn’t. “I bet they’ll work,” he answered softly, flickering a somber half-smile at the other greenrider. “It’s better than I could do.” Even as he spoke, Tr’esn gingerly picked up one of the makeshift hooks, testing it on his thumb lightly. He didn’t expect to catch any record-breaking fish – a few small ones would do just fine for their purposes. As soon as he was satisfied, he picked up the end of the vine.
Too thick; that was obvious. Stripping off a few layers until the green, raw remainder of the vine curled in his palm, Tr’esn rapidly tied it together, knotting it off neatly before Raylin’s question caught him unawares. He blinked at her. “I…oh…bait.” He blinked, weakly casting his gaze around. “I…guess we go searching for bugs…? Trundlebugs are easy to catch,” he added quietly. Trundlebugs were, were they not, those ridiculously determined creatures that kept going in a straight line unless someone moved them…? Settling his fishing pole against the ground, he tied off another knot carefully to make sure the vine wouldn’t fall off the stick, nor yet the hook from the vine, before he rose to his feet, glancing around vaguely. “I…you’re not afraid of bugs, are you…?”
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Post by Rei on May 19, 2009 19:13:20 GMT -5
Ebolath yawned and blinked up at Oquith crooning. We will be friends for a long time I think. The sun feels so good. It is making me sleepy. I think I would like to stay here a little longer before we go looking for shiny rocks. Ours have to fish first anyway. The green flicked her tail towards the green riders and a slight shudder ran through her as her nostrils flared. Did fishing take long?
Raylin watched with rapt attention as Tr’esn fashioned his rod striving to copy his work to the best of her ability. “Thanks.” She murmured quietly with a small smile. She looked out towards the pool as she slipped the dagger back into her boot to conceal it. “I really do hope they work. I don’t think I could bring myself to end the poor fish in such a horrible way.” A shudder ran through her and she absently raised a hand to place it against her chest. Knifes could be evil. Full of pain.
Tr’sen’s voice snapped Raylin back to the present and she shook her head. “Nope not afraid of bugs.” Standing slowly she brushed herself off and set her makeshift pole down. As she headed for the tree line she looked back at him. “Coming?” Keeping to the edge of the brush, the weyrling soon found a fallen log covered in fungus. Tipping it over, with a push from her boot, she examined the creatures that tried to skitter away from the light. Gingerly picking up a few fat grubs she cradled them in her hand. They looked so unappealing but to a fish they were probably irresistible.
Making a face, Raylin turned to her fishing companion. "I think these will do. I have about five if we need more they are easy to find." Striding slowly back to her pole she winced as she speared the wriggling grub on the hook. Poor thing. What a way to die. Speared and then eaten by a fish. Placing the other grubs on a flat rock The girl started towards the pool. Unfortunately she wasn’t quite watching where she was stepping.
Raylin gave a small cry as she tripped over Ebolath’s twitching tail tip. Stumbling comically, she fell right into the pool. The splash she made caused Ebolath to raise her head and rumble amused. Graceful Raymine. Breaking the surface of the water Raylin glared at her dragon. The water was sharding cold! How did the fish stand it? Speaking of the fish, there where now none to be seen, obviously scared away by her less than stellar entrance to their home. “Shards.” The weyrling murmured as she stood up in the waist deep water ,her clothes sticking to her small frame. In the next moment her eyes widened. “Ebolath! No! Don’t you dare!" But it was too late.
Giving a clear bugle Ebolath had lurched to her feet and started in a quick trot towards the pool. Come on Oquith! The younger green called over her shoulder. Mine has already scared the fishes between. We can swim now. Leaping as she got to the edge of the rock shore, Ebolath closed her wings. Plummeting into the pool, she washed another wave of cold water over hers. Raylin cried out in surprise the sound made shrill by the coldness of the water washing over her.
Pushing her wet hair from her face she half glared at her dragon before turning to glance apologetically at Tr’esn. “Sorry.” So much for fishing.
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Post by Avu on May 20, 2009 17:44:53 GMT -5
Yes. Yes, they would be good friends. It was very rare that Oquith met a dragon she disliked; and between Wymeth and Qualuth, Checkoth and Behruth, and now Ebolath, it was even rarer that the green was without someone to talk to. And Oquith liked it; she was a social dragon, was the green, even if she didn’t randomly begin to chat to unfamiliar dragons. Physical touch was an instinct that was very strong in Oquith, too, and if she could press up against another dragon, then she was always very, very content. She crooned lightly, eyes wheeling with joy as she arched her neck, tucking her head over Ebolath’s shoulders and nuzzling the other green lightly as she half-closed her eyes, glancing idly over at Theirs. The fishing pole that Hers was examining once more for flaws didn’t look innately reliable. Even Oquith could tell it was a crude creation…but hopefully it would do…?
Her rod wasn’t quite as good as Tr’esn’s was, the greenrider noticed with some quiet pride. Knots came very easily to the greenrider’s fingers. Perhaps because of the slim, almost effeminate quality to his hands, but so did sewing; Tr’esn didn’t think much of it – had never thought much of it – till he’d come to the Weyrling Lessons and had had to make riding straps. The greenrider turned a handful of the damp, dark brown mud over in his hand before he stirred the pool of water, sending another set of ripples spreading across the surface, gleaming shadows and lights that fascinated him on some primal level. Raylin’s comment drew a sad, half-smile from Tr’esn, though he didn’t raise his eyes from the water. As she stood, however, Tr’esn dragged his gaze away from the water, rising to his feet and following Raylin automatically.
As he caught sight of the grubs, Tr’esn couldn’t help the slight shudder as he wrinkled his nose, disgusted despite himself. He was used to bugs – or he ought to be; the state of his quarters at Lighttower Hold had been positively despicable – but even if the mannerisms at a Weyr had yet to grow on him, the living conditions had, and he couldn’t help but pity the fish if that was all that they ate. Wrapping one arm loosely around himself, Tr’esn followed Raylin back to the pool again, and leaned forward to pick up one of the grubs, instinctively seeking the biggest for the sake of bigger fish. He’d just picked it up, and was staring at it, half-repulsed by the slightly-squirming creature, the hook in his other hand, swaying gently as it dangled by the vine, when Raylin’s cry rang out.
Tr’esn was so startled that he didn’t react until a moment later, twisting to stare, wide-eyed, at Raylin. A second later, he couldn’t help the slight chuckle as he cocked his head, dropping the grub back down on the rock and fervently rubbing his fingers along his pant leg. It…well, he knew it was mean, but it was amusing. A second ago, Raylin had been perfectly fine and making her way towards the pool – and the next time he’d turned, she’d been standing waist-deep in the water, looking very cold and as surprised as he was. One hand ran down his abdomen absently, ridding his shirt of the droplets of water produced from Raylin’s splash, Tr’esn wrinkling his nose as he licked a drop from his upper lip absently with a glance at Ebolath and Oquith.
“A – ?”
His query was broken off as Ebolath bugled and then jumped to her feet. As fluid as a shadow, Oquith rose to her own feet, glancing uncertainly at Hers. Oh, it looks fun, Oquith commented happily, watching as Ebolath jumped into the water, the corresponding spray of water making Tr’esn lift his arm to shield his face from the misty droplets. Look, Mine, look – doesn’t it look fun, mayn’t I go swimming, please…? The green tilted her head upwards hopefully, peering at Tr’esn. It’s warm enough that I’ll dry quickly, it is… Tr’esn sighed, amusedly waving the green towards the pool. Unlike Ebolath’s splash, Oquith sank slowly into the coldness of the water with barely a ripple, nudging Raylin lightly as she stepped gingerly around the greenweyrling to the deeper water. Cold, very cold – but it’s nice, she commented to Ebolath and to Tr’esn, the latter of whom was only somewhat paying attention to her.
“It’s not your fault,” he answered, a droll smile flickering across his face as he cocked his head at her, inching to the edge of the pool and setting down the fishing pole. “Are you okay…?”
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Post by Rei on May 21, 2009 19:56:02 GMT -5
Ebolath crooned as Oquith entered the water and waded towards her. Oh yes cold but very nice. Sticking her head into the water so it covered her nostrils she snorted to make bubbles. Pulling her head back up, she took a deep breath and submerged it again scanning the bottom. Oh Oquith! There are many shinys down here! Indeed there where many shiny rocks worn by the water to almost perfect smoothness in some cases. The green would have to try and remember this place for Behruth. He would like it.
Raylin’s teeth chattered but she managed a small smile to Oquith as she glided past. Looking up at Tr’esn she shuddered violently. “I’m ok but the water is really cold.” Indeed it was almost frigid. Why in Faranth’s name was it sooo cold? The weyrling waded towards Tr’esn still trembling from the cold. Half stumbling on submerged rocks, she almost flailed as she strove to keep her balance, only barely succeeding. So much for retaining some shred of her dignity.
Raylin clambered out of the pool dripping wet and shivering. Sitting on the bank she watched Ebolath as she rang out her clothes as best as possible while still wearing them. No way was she taking them off. She’d drip dry. It was warm enough. In fact the sun was already taking some of the chill out of her. Glancing over at Tr’esn Raylin dropped her gaze. “I would suggest you don’t let them talk you into swimming with them. The water is horribly cold.” The green rider shuddered again. She loathed wet clothes. Yuck so uncomfortable.
Raylin sighed and nudged her fishing pole. Oh well it probably was a total fail anyway. She’d settle for watching the greens and hopefully drying in the process.
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Post by Avu on May 22, 2009 19:12:16 GMT -5
He was chuckling slightly, Tr’esn knew, and he didn’t mean for it to offend Raylin – he hoped it didn’t. The greenrider’s chin tilted upwards as he squinted down at Raylin, amused as he brushed his hair out of his eyes, watching briefly as the light gleamed across the water’s surface before he squatted, pulling the grub off of the hook. It was pitiful-looking, and probably a complete waste now, considering the fish had probably scattered because of Ebolath and Oquith – and Raylin, too, though more likely they’d have come back sooner if it was just Raylin; she was – and her corresponding splash was – smaller by far compared to the two green dragons. He cocked his head, grinning slightly as his gaze rose to appraise Oquith for a moment before he glanced back at Raylin, and flopped forlornly on the ground, hand still cupped loosely around the grub and setting it absently on the ground under the shade of a green leaf. It would die – but at least it wouldn’t drown.
Tr’esn didn’t watch to see if it still had the energy to even try to burrow, preferring to glance back over the water in time to catch Raylin’s comment – and he grinned slightly at her. As long as she wasn’t hurt, it shouldn’t really matter whether or not she was cold; it was hot enough to fix that very, very quickly, after all; he was probably going to get sunburned as it was. One hand passed over his face, and he half-smiled again at Raylin, the expression rather crooked as his gray eyes flicked towards the sun briefly and then back down again. He wasn’t well-educated, but wasn’t there something about water cooling down or warming up much slower than land did…? So in the summer, the early summer and spring, the water would still be relatively cold from winter, and during winter, the water was warmer than the air. Whether or not it was correct, Tr’esn wasn’t entirely sure, but it seemed to make sense right about now.
“As long as you’re okay,” he replied, slowly, as he leaned against the nearest tree trunk and reached upwards absently, hand smacking around to see if there wasn’t a branch somewhere that he could pull over his head for shade. None met his fingers, so the greenrider dropped his hand, resigned to burning while Oquith had her fun. Tr’esn’s nose crinkled as Raylin waded out of the pool, dripping with water, and he tilted his head to one side, gaze distinctly amused as he shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t like swimming anyway,” he responded, and, as Raylin nudged her fishing pole, he added quietly, “They’ve probably scared away all the fish by now…I guess we ought to give up; we can just go looking for other fruits later on, after Oquith and Ebolath have had their fun…” He glanced questioningly at her before he reached over, leaning forward to tilt the rock with the grubs on them sideways, letting the squirming white creatures slide off of the stone and onto the soft loamy ground again.
Very nice bubbles, was Oquith’s cheerful comment as the green slid beneath the water, wings tightly pulled against her body as her tail guided her around Ebolath in a lazy arc, the first transparent lid of her eyes squeezed shut while the other two remained open – keeping the water away from the actual eye and still able to see, albeit a bit more foggily. It was clear from the bubbles – or rather, the lack thereof – that Oquith was holding her breath, and her hind legs propelled her off of the bottom of the deepest part of the pool and the small green popped back up like a cork before she inhaled again, and then promptly dove back under as Ebolath commented on the shinies. Look – look, do you like that one, by your left forefoot? It’s pretty; can you get it…? Said shiny was round, a perfect oval, smooth to the touch; it was stained with faint pinks and oranges. It’s chipped, I think, Oquith added after brief consideration; But it’s still pretty…
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Post by Rei on May 24, 2009 12:46:17 GMT -5
Raylin watched Tr’esn with a half scowl, but it quickly fell. She couldn’t blame him. She had to look ridiculous. If it had been him, it was quite likely she would have laughed as well. His thoughtfulness for the poor grubs had her smiling. He obviously had a big heart. How many other people would have thought about the insects? She certainly had not been thinking about them. Stretching she flopped back on the grass throwing one arm over her face to block the sun. Common sense told her she would get sunburned but she wanted to dry. Surely a few moments in the sun wouldn’t hurt? She could always move back to the tree line later.
Dropping her arm, Raylin closed her eyes against the suns blinding rays and tried not to squirm. She hated wet clothes. They where so uncomfortable, the way they clung her skin had her practically writhing in discomfort. Tr’esn’s statement caused the weyrling to giggle, the noise startling her and probably him as well. “If we are waiting for Ebolath to finish we’ll be here for awhile. When she finds something fun there is no off switch until she exhausts herself. Especially if she has someone she likes to share the experience with. I don’t know if you have noticed yet but my green is definitely enamored with yours. Oquith has quickly become one of her favorite friends.” Sitting up, Raylin watched as Oquith submerged herself. “I hope you don’t mind. Oquith doesn’t seem to.” She trailed off and smiled at Tr’esn, the gesture warm. The sun and happy feelings from Ebolath, as well as her present company had her cheering up fast. In fact she was totally content for the moment. Happy to forget her troubles for the time being.
Ebolath would have crooned at Oquith’s comment, if she wasn’t underwater. As it was she responded with a loving caress to Oquith’s mind instead. Thank you. I have practiced with making bubbles. I used to snort water up my nose and that was very uncomfortable. Cutting through the water with ease, using her tail as a rudder, Ebolath settled on the bottom. She dug her claws into the muddy soil to keep herself from floating to the surface.
Oquith’s directions had her craning her neck to look at the shiny. Oh! It is very pretty! I like it. Shifting her weight she lowered her head and gently scooped it up in her maw. Titling her head she examined the bottom again. To your left is a nice one as well. Can you get it for me? To Oquith’s left sat a small rounded flat stone predominantly black with little rivulets of an intense red color running through it. I like that one. It might make a good necklace. There are many good shinys down here! I wonder how they all got in one place? Pulling her claws out of the muck, the green let herself drift as she examined the bottom. A glimmer of intense green caught her eye and she changed her direction to examine it.
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Post by Avu on May 24, 2009 13:19:16 GMT -5
Catching Raylin’s scowl made the greenrider’s stomach drop, and he bit his lip contritely – even as the scowl fell away from her face, Tr’esn didn’t laugh again. He really hadn’t meant to offend her – he would have laughed at himself, had he fallen (though that would have been a decidedly self-deprecating laugh; wouldn’t it just figure that he’d fall in?) – but he didn’t expect everyone to be able to be as self-deprecating as he most definitely was; he was okay with being laughed at because he was used to it. Raylin…evidently wasn’t. Offering the girl a rather apologetic half-smile, Tr’esn ran one hand through the grass, not ripping up the stalks but simply pushing his fingers through it. The gesture was thoughtless, more of an unconscious habit than anything else; he cocked his head to one side to glance at Raylin as she flopped onto the grass, one arm defending her face from the sun’s rays. The pool was probably nicer without trees shadowing it – much clearer, anyway – but Tr’esn half-wished that it was shaded. Much the nicer for him and Raylin, anyway…
The greenrider glanced over at Raylin again – his gaze had drifted affectionately back to Oquith, and his glance included Ebolath – as she spoke; Tr’esn leaned forward, bringing his knees up and resting his arms on them, interlacing his fingers as he squirmed to set his back against the nearest tree. He was smiling, he knew, amused by Raylin’s comments. Young dragonets took very little to exhaust them, but Ebolath – was flying now, wasn’t she? It had been such a long time since he’d first mounted Oquith – but they were at that stage, now, and it took rather a longer time to exhaust them. “It’s okay,” he commented softly, “It’s not like I have anywhere to go…” Not in a hurry, in any case – he’d made no social arrangements, to be sure; he was very much reclusive. He’d probably stop at the Infirmary to see if R’wign and M’ta were okay, but there was no set time he needed to get there. “And…I’m glad she likes Qui – Qui likes her, too…” Oquith was hardly lacking in friends, but she never forgot any of them, so Tr’esn was hardly adverse to her making new ones.
“You are,” he added, just to make sure he was timing it correctly, “Learning to fly now, aren’t you…? I’m sorry; I don’t really keep track…” He wrinkled his nose apologetically, flicking his hair out of his eyes. Even if he had once kept track of what the Christmas weyrlings were doing, he didn’t anymore; there were far too many other things on his mind.
The only thing on Oquith’s mind at the moment, however, was bubbles. The green crooned curiously, the sound muffled and indistinct under the water – fortunately, crooning did not require her to open her mouth – before she blew out, sending a stream of bubbles upwards so rapidly that the green’s wings flared in surprise, the bubbles streaking before her eyes. Oh, she said, after a moment, sounding bewildered and delighted. I did it…kind of…how do you make the bubbles slower, do you know…? They’re so quick I can’t see them, really… She surfaced to inhale again before she submerged herself entirely, twisting until her belly nearly scraped the bottom of the pool as she examined each rock carefully even as Ebolath found the one she’d pointed out.
I’m very glad you like it – maybe we can give it to Yours as a present? And yes, I’m getting it, Oquith assured the younger green, twisting to scan the rocks on her left until she could reach down and grasp the black-and-red stone firmly between her teeth before she deposited it into her left paw. Due to her lack of talons on her left foreleg, Oquith had gotten used to doing most things with her teeth – especially since she was using her right talons to anchor herself in place so she wouldn’t drift back up to the top again. Do you suppose the fish brought them from /between/ from one place to another? Oquith suggested, turning to nuzzle at the ground until a deep violet rock was revealed, edged with an almost translucent white. Crooning again, Oquith caught it in her mouth firmly. I can see if I can make a necklace with these? she offered. Or Mine can – and we can give them to Yours and make her happy, yes?
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Post by Rei on May 24, 2009 15:50:39 GMT -5
Raylin sat up and scooted closer to the other green rider. She was careful to keep quite a bit of space between them. She didn’t want to scare Tr'esn off. “Yes we are learning to fly. Ebolath absolutely adores it. In fact she now wants to fly everywhere and I haven’t got the heart to tell her no. I’m just happy she is getting enough exercise. For awhile the dear was quite chubby. I was afraid she wouldn’t be able to fly properly if she stayed that way.” Flicking a glace to the two submerged green dragons the weyrling smiled. “Thankfully, due to an insane amount of prodding on my part, her fat as turned into muscle and although she will always be bulky for a green she looks quite good. I’m proud of her. She still has a few lazy habits especially when it comes to eating but it is growing easier to get her to exercise. She is growing up thank Faranth. Although it’s a bit sad. I miss her childish randomness. She still has some of it but for the most part she has lost the clueless nature she once had.” Suddenly her eyes widened. “I’m sorry if I’m rambling a bit but she’s my favorite subject. Where are the Tidals at now? You are close to graduation right?” Raylin leaned forward a bit towards him. Tr’esn was soft spoken and she wanted to be able to hear him clearly.
Ebolath rumbled under water, the sound sending vibrations through the liquid. Surfacing for another breath she submerged again. Oquith that was very good! To make them go slower you blow out your breath slower. Like this. To demonstrate Ebolath softly blew air out of her nostrils the resulting bubbles smaller but much slower as they rose to the surface. See?
As Oquith picked up her stone the younger green shifted to look back at her. I never thought about that. I bet the fishes did bring them there! You are so smart Oquith. We should leave a few for the fishes to enjoy. Ebolath’s tone was happy and full of adoration for her new friend. Examining the green stone she flipped it over neatly. It was quite a pretty shade, the color of new grass with tiny flecks of yellow in it. She snapped it up moving it with her tongue to the side of her mouth with the pink stone. As she sifted through the rocks she examined each one carefully. Most of them had potential but a few where drab and pushed aside.
Oquith’s offer had Ebolath crooning in excitement her eyes coloring to a deep aqua. Oh you would make mine a necklace? You are so very nice Oquith! You do no have to, but I would appreciate it so very much. Is there something I can do to repay you for your kindness to us? I know mine would be so very happy to receive a gift. She does not get them often and I sure she will be very surprised.
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