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Post by Cilnah on Aug 6, 2008 9:35:50 GMT -5
"Bother," she muttered, realizing that she hadn't gotten away with avoiding the question. Why did she have to pick someone who was just as quick witted as she was, dash it all. For the moment she watched Kal with Makamae, smiling slightly as the flitter relaxed in his hands, enjoying the attention and responding well to the comfort. He now knew he had two people who would protect him, and he was happier than ever, crooning softly, almost continually.
She reached out to scratch the creature as well, her own smile content until he started to talk about his wound again. Then the edges of her lips turned down for an entirely different reason. "What do you mean, they're laughing at you?" Cilnah demanded, obviously upset about this. How dare they poke fun of someone else's discomfort? Especially when it's because they're looking after someone else. If she ever found out who it was...
After a moment, the girl sighed, and her face calmed somewhat, her hand pulling back to drop at her side. "I was hurt when you pulled your hand away and refused to let me help," she explained grudgingly. "I'm used to looking after people. I felt like I was being told I was useless." This last was said in an almost inaudible mutter. She wasn't sure, almost hoped, that he wouldn't hear her over the crowds.[/size]
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Post by .K.aci on Aug 6, 2008 15:08:42 GMT -5
'Bother.'
He snickered at her (but of course only for a moment) before smothering them. Of course he was going to realize she was being evasive, that wasn't even that good of an evasive tatic.
Kal managed to smother the snicker mostly by cooing over the flit. He always did like animals more than people, if only because they were heartfelt things that didn't feel the need to backstab... But Mak, as he had begun to call the critter, was such a sweetheart, and Kal enjoyed the little things company.
'What do you mean, they're laughing at you?'
He looked up, more than a little startled.
"Course they're laughing at me. I'm a Journeyman healer, I'm susposed to know excatly what to do on injuries, and here I am letting my own wound get infected."
He found it amusing (now that it was over and done with), but apparently she didn't think so, and he frowned at her look.
"What? I'll live, and I deserved it."
That was the end of that, in his mind. But he still never let that gaze drop from her face, just watching, waiting...
'I was hurt when you pulled your hand away and refused to let me help.'
He blinked at her. That was what was wrong? Confusion etched into the features of his face, he craned into hear the last part, bending over.
'I'm used to looking after people. I felt like I was being told I was useless.'
"Oh."
God, you are such a male, Kal. Stupidity shown right through there, and he bit his lip for a moment, trying to figure out what to do.
"So... I'm sorry? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings..."
He had no idea where he was going, but apologizing was a good idea. She was his only friend at that moment in the Weyr, and he liked her. She was fun and sweet and amusing... Plus, he would get that sweet nature to blow up.
"I'm just... I've always taken care of everyone else, and someone helping was kind of weird... I'm really sorry?"
The hand holding Mak shifted, the good hand reaching down to take her's, tugging on it.
"Lemme make it up to you. You are going to have an amazing time, or I won't bother you with my amazing presence again. Okay?"
That disarming smile replaced the cold smirk that usually lifted up the corner of his mouth, and he raised his eyebrow at her.
"Come onnnnn, you know you want to."
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Post by Cilnah on Aug 7, 2008 14:12:30 GMT -5
"I don't care if you're a Healer or farmer, no one laughs at my friends," she answered simply her arms crossed over her stomach for a moment before she let the matter drop. No sense in brooding over something she would never be able to take care of. She had been looking down, but glanced up in time to see him bite his lip, which made her own lips twitch in amusement. He was actually rather cute when he wasn't trying to act high and mighty. Of course, knowing him, he probably would have walked away and never looked back if she so much as mentioned it.
"It's fine," Cilnah muttered grudgingly. She didn't like being criticized, but she believed him when he said it was unintentional, and that counted for a lot in her mind. "I'm used to helping everyone else too, so I can understand when you say it felt odd." She couldn't really say she was sorry for over reacting, because she hadn't in her own mind.
Leave her alone? Kal must have been sick. He wouldn't leave her alone if his life depended on it, she would bet. But it was a nice gesture, for him. "You'd better show me a good time," she agreed with a forced grouse. "Or I'll kick your arrogant self all the way down the the lake." This last was said with an obvious teasing tone, and she gently squeezed his hand to make sure that he didn't miss the joking of it.[/size]
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Post by .K.aci on Aug 7, 2008 14:51:41 GMT -5
'I don't care if you're a Healer or farmer, no one laughs at my friends.'
Awww... She thought he was her friend. How sweet. He beamed at her for a moment, practically wriggling in delight. He had a friend in this god-cursed Weyr.
Indeed, he would probably do something arrogant and try to strike a barbing retort as he would walk away and never, ever speak to her again. Cute! Hah, he was nothing of the sort. Indeed, most people didn't like him. Sometimes he wondered why...
'It's fine.'
"No it's not."
He retorted.
"But there is nothing I can do now, so I'll wait."
'I'm used to helping everyone else too, so I can understand when you say it felt odd.'
Awww... She was so cute when she was apol- well, he had never actually heard her say sorry... But it didn't matter, she felt bad, he knew that much. Leave her alone? The words echoed in his ears as they did hers, and he thought about this for a moment. No, he really wouldn't leave her alone. She was too much fun. He did love having new toy's, and this one was such a delight.
'You'd better show me a good time.'
Oh... She was still irritated. He'd fix that!
'Or I'll kick your arrogant self all the way down the the lake.'
...Or she was just teasing, and he had fallen for it. With a sigh, he melodramatically threw an arm across his face.
"Oh, my poor arrogant self... Hey, I'm not arrogant!"
No, no you're not. You're stupid.
Grinning at her, although he really didn't believe he was arrogant, Kal turned down the first row of stalls. Here were shiny glittery things, jewelery, pretty items that shimmered and caught the attention of our raccoon man, Kal.
"Oh, that's pretty!"
It was an oversized jade ring, and then he was moving on to an even more oversized garnet necklace.
"Do you like them?"
//The funny thing is, that's how he thinks. Awww... -pauses to think for a moment than blurts out random things- Basically... Yes. xD
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Post by Cilnah on Aug 7, 2008 15:22:00 GMT -5
Apparently he had in fact missed the teasing in her voice. But it didn't seem to bother him too terribly much if he'd thought she was being serious, so she didn't waste the time to clarify that she'd been teasing. His over-reaction to being called arrogant made her laugh, and she shook her head slowly. Of course, had she known he was thinking of her as a toy she would leave him so battered that he would groan with each breath he took for the next turn. She was no toy, and would never tolerate being called such.
As they started down the row of stalls, Cilnah grimaced at each piece he pointed out. These gigantic, gregarious things had no draw to her. "I think they're horrid," she answered simply, turning away from that particular stall to move on to one a few paces away. Here were things more to her liking. Understated, but with excellent craftsmanship and a simple elegance that held more beauty for her than any single large jewel. One piece in particular caught her attention: a silver pendent about the size of a fifty cent piece coin. It was in the shape of a crescent moon pendant, made of a dragon curling around on it's tail so that snout and tail almost came together. In place of a metal chain, it was held by a piece of deep blue satin.It was a marvelous piece, and had her breathing, "It's magnificent." The crafter smiled at the praise.
ooc:// Short! Sorry about the earth terms, couldn't think of a better way to describe the necklace. And here's a reference picture of it, just in case I didn't describe it well.
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Post by Kitari on Aug 7, 2008 23:50:49 GMT -5
A strange look came over the Weyrlingmaster's face while Kitari was studying some leathers that she easily handed Marks over for, but she pretended not to notice, attributing it to a private commune with his dragon. A moment later, though, the Sr. Weyrling was entirely unable to pretend away his unusual behaviour, as he burst out, 'Only if I have a pretty partner to join me!'
Her hand froze on the Marks she had just been dropping into the Journeyman's hand, and he frowned at this seeming change of mind, glancing from the Marks to her face repeatedly. "What...?" the girl began, quite startled, as the Marks were at last allowed to fall. Her mind raced for a panicked moment. Was he referring to her? Or Alana? Or was it simply a general statement? Either way, this was never the kind of bravado statement she had expected to hear from cool and collected B'kay.
It was true that Kitari was perfectly accustomed to men and their suggestiveness, as well as, at times, their over-amorous flirtations with women, but it wasn't something she had expected to hear from her Weyrlingmaster. Before she had long to dwell on this startlement, however, an arm had locked around her shoulders and was guiding her out into the milling crowds of the Gather once more. A pained expression swept across her face, and the mention of food flew right over her head. What was going on? Kitarimine? Lefayeth inquired, concerned.
It's okay, love...I think. She tried to exchange a look with Alana, but before she could get the other girl's attention, a brown blur whizzed into the other Weyrling's hair and entangled itself in a horrid knot of golden locks. The whiff of wine that Kitari had just caught on the air when she was facing B'kay's direction vanished instantly, as she stopped to assist her friend.
"Are you alright, Alana?" she cried, ready to reach forward and assist, but the other girl seemed to be handling the situation, and, luckily, the owner of the renegade was approaching. A blue flitter appeared from between, sensing the anxiety of His, for Falcon suddenly wondered if he ought to be somewhere safe in case something bad was coming for him. He empathized perfectly with the terrified aura surrounding the brown fire lizard, creeling his own dissatisfaction while seeking a reassuring perch on Kitari's shoulder.
The girl was rather grateful for the distraction of the fire lizards, even if the manner of that distraction was quite unpleasant for Alana, as it allowed her to momentarily forget B'kay's strange actions. "Here, Alana, I can help you fix your hair...we could just go find a lady's room somewhere..." she muttered, glancing warily at the two men. It was a complete lie, of course, for Kitari had never done more with her hair than tie it back on occasion, but she was suddenly wishing she could convene with Alana privately on the bizarre happenings of this Gather.
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Post by Kitari on Aug 8, 2008 16:13:55 GMT -5
"Yes, a gigantic runner with wings and leathery hide," B'rec replied, in an unusual attempt at a 'joke', as he helped Aclaryn clamber into place between Dagonth's neck ridges. A moment later, he relayed a silent command to his blue, and Dagonth gathered his muscular legs beneath him before powering upward with that ever-important first downstroke. His rider moved easily with the dragon, now accustomed to the previously jarring movements of flight, and formed a vivid picture of Celos Sea Hold in his mind. Having been isolated for most of his life, B'rec wouldn't have been able to take Dagonth anywhere except for his old home had the Weyrlingmaster not been introducing them gradually to parts of Pern.
A moment or three later, Dagonth erupted out of between over the brightly lit Gather, spiraling gently to a landing in the cleared field. "Thank you, my one," B'rec murmured to Dagonth, stroking the blue's sapphire neck affectionately. Then, he dismounted with casual ease, glancing about. "I suppose you can go wherever you like," he informed Aclaryn, rather hesitant. "Just...don't get me in trouble...okay?" It was sort of a joke, but also rather serious, because B'rec didn't like discipline from the Weyrlingmaster one bit. Not for a moment did he think the candidate would wish to peruse the Gather with him.
As he glanced towards the Craft Stalls, eager to find leathers for Threadfighting, his eyes widened at the sight of the crowds. He had known there would be many people here...many more than even attended the feasts at the Weyr...but he still hadn't expected there to be so...many. B'rec's face drained of colour, beneath his heavy tan, and he gaped like a fish for a time. "So many...people..." he grated, as if his mouth refused to function properly.
It's okay, mine! Dagonth urged, nuzzling the back of his rider's neck. Find the leathers and some fun, then return to your Dagonth.
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Post by Shikai on Aug 10, 2008 2:44:41 GMT -5
Alana raised an eyebrow at Hauze’s explanation. Slightly afraid? Well, wasn’t that quite the understatement! Yet she couldn’t help but feel as much affection as annoyance for the frightened little thing. “So it seems!” She exclaimed in reply, and turned to allow the young man to detangle his pet from her hair. And ah, but the little brown had quite a grip! To Hauze’s credit, he seemed to be trying to get the firelizard to let go of her hair rather than simply pulling him out, so that Ritan didn’t take half of her dirty blond locks with him!
Alana was content to wait as he gently untangled the flit, and finally, he slid the firelizard from her hair. Just as she opened her mouth to thank him, however, Ritan slipped out of Hauze’s arms, thankfully not tangling himself in her hair again, instead winding himself around her neck.
The goldrider echoed Hauze’s sigh of exasperation with one of her own, although she looked down at the firelizard with patience. The poor thing…truly he must be scared out of his wits! She smiled wryly at Hauze, and nodded, taking him up on his advice. “There there, little one…” She crooned to him, gently reaching out a finger to stroke his head delicately. “It’s alright, see, yours is here, he’s safe, there’s nothing to be afraid of…” She muttered, treating him as one would a frightened child.
Would you like me to help?[/color] Her dragon’s voice broke unexpectedly into her mind, surprisingly alert given the fact that the queen had been sleeping not long before. Gwynevith! Ah, no, that won’t be necessary, but thank you for being so thoughtful. She replied, chuckling slightly as she imagined what effects her dragon’s ‘help’ would bring. Faranth, the firelizard was terrified enough as it was, the last thing he needed was a golden dragon demanding that he get off her rider’s shoulder immediately!
“Ah…Gwynevith just asked if her assistance would be required. In this case, I think that would do more harm than good, hm?” She said dryly for Hauze’s benefit, grinning. “Alright, come on now, come down…” Alana continued cooing to the brown.
“Oh! I don’t think we’ve been introduced, have we?” She exclaimed, after the brown left her shoulder ((assuming he does eventually)). After all this hassle with the firelizard, it seemed fitting that they should exchange names. Besides, he looked familiar (and his was not a face that was easily forgotten, that was certain!) and if only she knew his name, perhaps she would remember where she’d seen him. The weyr, most likely, but what, was he a weyrling? Probably not, for isolated from the non-goldriding weyrlings as she was, Alana was familiar enough with most of them that she could at least point them out and name them, if needed. “I’m Alana, of Gwynevith.” She realized that she had already mentioned Gwynevith, but she had been too preoccupied with the firelizard and conversing with her dragon to give the gold any introduction.
Alana looked up as Kitari appeared, although it was a bemused expression that took over her face as her friend spoke. Fix her hair? Oh, it was probably a mess, wasn’t it? Well, it hardly mattered, Alana thought. She was certainly unattractive enough as it was that messy hair would make little difference, in her mind. But she caught Kitari’s glance and expression, and guessed that the other goldrider’s intentions probably went beyond hair-fixing. “Alright.” She replied, and glanced back to Hauze. “See you in the Dancing Square later, then?” She said, nodding to him in farewell as she left after Kitari. Now, to Alana, that was more a joke than anything, for while she knew some of the dances, she had never danced with the lads at a Gather before. The very idea was humorous. But, for one not so well acquainted with her, the comment could easily be misconstrued as a serious statement.
Once they were out of earshot of B’kay and Hauze, Alana turned to Kitari. “Alright, I know you’re probably about as concerned over my hair as I am, which isn’t saying much! What’s the matter?”
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Post by Shikai on Aug 12, 2008 15:43:20 GMT -5
Aclaryn instinctively tightened his grip on B’rec’s shoulders as Dagonth leapt off the ground, unaware at the moment of any discomfort he might be causing the weyrling. He relaxed slightly as Dagonth’s wings began to beat, carrying them higher and higher into the air. A grin spread across his face, and he leaned over to look at the ground far below. Good thing he wasn’t afraid of heights! He was flying! It wasn’t his own dragon, but it was great fun nonetheless!
And then suddenly, they were between. Having been through it before, it didn’t bother Aclaryn greatly, although it was still unsettling to be totally deprived of all senses, save for an awareness of a horrible chill in the air. But it lasted only a moment, and then they were back in the skies again, spiraling down toward an empty field to land. Aclaryn greatfully breathed in the air, not sure he had taken a breath in the time they were between. Wide eyed, he stared down at the Gather below. So this was what it looked like from above! However had this day, which had begun so poorly, turned into something so wonderful? Not only was he able to attend the Gather, but he got to ride a dragon!
Aclaryn dismounted after B’rec, without quite so much ease, as he wasn’t used to dismounting from a dragon’s height. However, B’rec’s next words turned his happy grin into a puzzled frown. Did B’rec not want his company?
“You don’t mind if I tag along with you, do you?” Aclaryn asked, with a disarming grin. “After all, I can hardly trust you to have fun on your own!”
He chuckled at B’rec’s expression, for the weyrling looked rather like a fish as he stared, gaping, at the crowd of people. Aclaryn slung an arm around B’rec’s shoulders, pulling him forward. “Haven’t been to a Gather before, have you? It’s lots of fun, you’ll see! Come on, let’s find those leathers first, so we can get that out of the way!”
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Post by Kitari on Aug 12, 2008 16:14:07 GMT -5
It was with ill-contained impatience that Kitari waited for Alana to finish. It seemed to take an interminable amount of time for her fellow Weyrling and the flitter's owner to coax the creature out of her hair. While waiting, the goldrider stroaked her own frightened Falcon, thankful that he wasn't nearly as annoying as most fire lizards seemed to be. Well, she had to admit, she didn't have the long locks that most girls did, so there was less for him to become entangled in, but at least he was quite good at following her wishes.
All the while that Alana was making introductions, Kitari kept tossing sidelong glances at B'kay. She half expected him to intercede again, and it was then that she caught another whiff of wine. The very thought of a drunk Weyrlingmaster seemed preposterous, though. She definitely needed to get Alana's thoughts on the matter!
Finally, the other girl turned to move away with her, tossing out an airy remark about the Dancing Square. This gave Kitari a moment of pause; was Alana behaving as strangely as B'kay, then?
At Alana's slightly sarcastic query, Kitari grinned despite herself. The other girl knew her quite well! She wouldn't have known what to do with Alana's long hair except suggest a strap of cloth to tie it back. Glancing over her shoulder at the two men, Kitari muttered to her friend, "Don't you think the Weyrlingmaster is acting...rather strangely today?" The Sr. Weyrling couldn't help but wonder why this seemed to be bothering her so much. He was human, after all, and was allowed to let loose and have a little fun, just like the rest of them, but it seemed to mar her ideal of him somehow. Not that she knew what was such a problem.
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