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Post by Kitari on Sept 9, 2008 22:00:22 GMT -5
Yes, that is an excellent idea! Elinth rejoined, considering each of the humans in turn. Her Brinne was most friendly, and Vicroth's was surely lacking in her exuberance, but if the man was adept at the use of his legs, it was most plausible that the pair could provide great aid for each other. The green pondered this for a moment, then turned to Vicroth, eyeing him for a moment. I have an idea of my own. If our riders both need help, and each can provide it for the other, perhaps we can arrange more meetings between them to improve their various skills? What Elinth didn't mention was that she was interested in visiting with Vicroth more in the future. It was a plan that would surely suit all participants!
Although Fallen wasn't becoming more amiable towards her, at least he was no longer calling her insufferable. Brinne had made out the word in his mutterings after further recollection, but he was newly bonded to a dragonet, and it was possible that he had been addressing his bronze. The thought of speaking so to a dragonet, though! Still, she was not going to dwell on it. Although her confidence had been threatened by her failures thus far at the Weyr, the girl was certain that she could capture at least THIS man's interest. She just had to be persistent. And appealing.
That thought in mind, Brinne leaned slightly over the table, allowing her red locks to slip over her shoulders in luxurius waves. The fact that the angle improved the view of her dress's angles (she was beginning to regret not wearing that silver one) hardly crossed her mind. Truly. No, she was simply demonstrating interest in Fallen's words, now that he was actually speaking.
Her eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of 'taken' things. Brinne was a quick one, despite her occasional appearance otherwise, and she easily picked up on this slip. She was feeling quite delighted that he was even more of a rebel than she had originally thought. There was something so...attractive about that!
His response to her compliment made Brinne blink. It was not much of a response at all. There was no interest in his tone, and was he drinking wine to escape her? The thought caused her nose to wrinkle, and she took a generous sip of her own wine. "Do tell, Fallen, what else have they take from you?" she inquired, tone smooth. Perhaps if she couldn't get to him through flirtations, she could work at that vulnerability. He certainly wasn't giving her much!
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Post by D'gellin on Sept 11, 2008 15:29:00 GMT -5
At Elinth's suggestion, Vicroth's eyes whirled eager colors, visibly approving of the idea. And that is a brilliant notion! I do believe Ours would benefit greatly from regular meetings. And Vicroth's secret hope to see more of Elinth silently mirrored the green's interest. There will be many opportunities in, he paused, searching Fallen's mind for the proper term. His rider's mouth pulled down just slightly at the mental tap, still struggling to adjust. Weyrling lessons, correct? Then adding for His I apologize Fallen. I did not know a word to use..
As Brinne leaned farther over the table, Fallen's eyes had slipped down from his careful hold on her face. Reluctantly readjusting his vision on Vicroth, Fallen compulsively scratched at the back of his head. Oh she was just being mean now. It didn't matter to him, weather it was intentional or not. He wasn't about to analyze her actions to find out. This just happened to be a bad time, as his emotions were still haywire since Impression. Otherwise he wouldn't have given her the chance to speak. Right? Maybe. Or...Fallen's eyes narrowed as he watched Vicroth and Elinth converse in their silent way. No... Was Vicroth interested in Elinth? Was that what was making it so very difficult to keep his mind out of inappropriate place? By Faranth, he was just a hatchling! Well, no, perhaps the bronze had more purity to his interest. But it was certainly toying unfairly with Fallen's.
But was it only physical attraction? In all actuality, Fallen had probably said more in this choppy little conversation than he had to anyone else in the Weyr. What he asked himself though was 'why'? Was he so easily unhinged? Fallen's eyes continued to follow Vicroth's actions, momentarily zoning out. No, even while out traveling alone he would miss casual company. And now was no different. Here he was, surrounded by people, and he'd hardly breathed a word since being dumped here. So angry with Araelen and everyone in it, Fallen hadn't given himself the luxury of feeling anything but loathing. But being connected on such an intimate level with Vicroth had reminded him of a very human emotion: loneliness. Hm. Maybe the wine wasn't the only reason he hadn't left the gathering. Or maybe it was? Fallen couldn't bring himself to work out any more puzzles today.
Instead, he watched his glass as his fingers absently twirled it, cupping his chin in his free hand. "I have no obligations to tell you anything, miss." He stated, though not as coolly as before. He glanced up from beneath his light lashes, dark eyes twinkling just a little form the wine, or Vicroth, or whatever else was messing with him. "And if you're going to insist on dissecting my personal history then I'll have to know more about you first." He replied easily, deflecting her inquiry. He was, after all, still wary of Weyr folk. Maybe Brinne wasn't as quick to form ill-judgments about him, but that didn't mean he'd surrender information on a random girl's whim.
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Post by .K.aci on Sept 14, 2008 23:14:21 GMT -5
Even as Crown entered the sands, exclaiming over the heat, she could not stop herself from seeking out the reason she had braved this horrid place again. So... Hot... She wanted to go jump in the lake, but these thoughts were driven from her mind as she saw Ezelth. The Queen was small, but so very graceful already, a slim creature that looked as though she was a tunnelsnake if she had been small. The Queen stayed where she was, paused from pacing, and Crown could only walk forward to where the small Queen was waiting for her. And through the fog came the other's, Hauze and his Dartangth, Kanamar and his Raouth... Deverel's arm was in a sling, shirtless with a wide blood-stained bandage wrapped around his middle, but he was there with the Queen and his own Green. Glomp, on her shoulder, trilled at Euphoria, who had perched on Hauze's shoulder.
God, she was beginning to hate M'kel for doing this to her. Shaking her head, and biting her lip, she joined the group of people and dragons, as the siblings looked at one another. It had been turns since any of them had seen Hauze, and two turns since the twins had seen Crown. Finally, Kanamar was the first to speak, even as the dragon's stayed quiet, watching.
"Why'd you run?"
But she didn't answer this, turning to Deverel, saying, "Dev, are you okay?"
Her brother smiled that rougish smile, pain making his face slightly gray.
"It's D'rel, and yeah, I'll be good... Soon. Schel’s fine though.”
Crown let her mouth twitch, and then nodded.
“Alright… Then I’ll let you all go to the hatching feast. I have to feed Ezleth…”
The Queen surprised her, speaking into her mind again as Crown flinched.
//Dartangth’s feed me, or I might have perished otherwise. Come, we will go to this feast – I wish to see my siblings.
Crown shot the Queen a look.
“I’m going to bed, you can go if you want.” Ezelth scoffed at her.
//Please, you aren’t tired. Come, we are going.
Crown, shepherd by her brother’s, was then forced to go to the hatching feast. They entered together, an unlikely foursome, standing at the doorway awkwardly. So alike in looks, and so different at the same time… Ezelth claimed the attention easily, proudly walking in. She was happy to show of Her’s, even if they had had a few mishaps before. They would fix it, indeed! And yet, the four stood there, even as whispers broke out, “Look, the Queen! Her new rider, that girl that ran!”
And the boy’s only watched. H’aze had been very unsociable in his time as a Candidate, and K’mar and D’rel had just arrived when the hatching had begun… In all, all four suddenly just wanted to sink into the floor, as the dragonet’s eagerly looked about.
[[Omg, the crappiest post I have EVER done. Ezelth was not done proudly, but I’m falling asleep typing this….]]
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Post by Kitari on Sept 19, 2008 18:15:37 GMT -5
Just as she was beginning to wonder if Fallen, too, was a useless pursuit, Brinne detected a slight dip in his gaze. Alright, so at least he wasn't completely blind. But it didn't mean that he was returning her interest in the slightest...it was typical of most men to at least look. His manner was still rather standoffish, and he was avoiding her gaze, choosing to stare at his dragon instead. That she could at least partly understand, because her own eyes kept drifting to Elinth, still amazed that the green was hers.
And then Fallen struck the cutest pose, meeting her gaze once again with a sparkle in his own. Brinne smiled immediately in reponse, though her nose crinkled slightly at his rejoinder. That could be interpreted as either yet another deflection of her interest or his own cautious way of wanting to find out more about her.
With an absentminded shrug, the girl leaned back, spearing another tuber. "I was an Apprentice Weaver before the Searchrider came. I was never going to get very far in my Craft, and I needed a change of...perspective," Brinne replied, eyes dropping to her plate. Indeed, the escape to the Weyr had been much needed. There was too much pain in her old Hold. "There has been nothing too exciting in my past, until Elinth," she added, reaching out to stroke the young green.
"Your turn," she finished, eyes raising to catch Fallen's once more.
Elinth nuzzled her rider's hand, then looked back to Vicroth. Lessons could be rather inconvenient, though, since I believe we're supposed to pay attention to the Weyrlingmaster rather than socialize. Maybe yours would be interested in meeting at the Lake, some time?
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Post by D'gellin on Sept 19, 2008 21:44:06 GMT -5
Fallen paused with his cup almost to his mouth, lowering it with visible surprise at Brinne's response. He listened with more interest now, replacing his chin on clasped hands. One brow rose with intrigue. "You were a weaver." This was a statement, and though subtle, it was also an approval. Vicroth glanced up at his with delight at the change in tone, however small. Just like you, Fallen. The weyrling glanced down at the bronze in surprise. "Is there anything you don't know about me?" He asked with the merest hint of smile. Vicroth inclined his head, eyes alight. You were jealous of your clutch-sister when she was born. The young dragon said simply in response, something that Fallen had never confided in anyone before. "Point taken." He murmured.
At Brinne's prompt for Fallen to offer something about himself, he raised a brow again in his trade-mark expression. And, despite his better judgment, flashed an almost imperceptible grin. "I was a weaver as well. But there was too little of the world to be seen from inside the Hold. I was bored. So I became a Trader, until the Weyr intervened." He paused, feeling Vicroth's mind brush against his. Fallen shuddered, a sudden burst of happiness flaring in his chest. "...And Vicroth found me..." He added quietly, his expression a momentarily raw show of helpless affection for the bronze who, though they'd only just met, was so very important to him. Even when Fallen thought trader thoughts, condemning the Weyr, condemning the world around him, even condemning his and Vicroth's much-too-intimate connection, the dragon stood by him with nothing but love.
Frowning in bemusement, Fallen blinked back tears, reverting to his closed expression. This was still something to adjust to, for even if it felt like Vicroth had been there forever, he knew that the bronze hadn't. Knowledge battled with heart as their bond tightened. Fallen wondered briefly if having wine on top of all these bizarre mood changes was just making things worse as opposed to better. "Your turn." He prompted gruffly, hoping to distract her from his previous show of emotion.
It appears we shall have to meet at the Lake then. Vicroth replied to Elinth with a rumble of delight. You are certainly full of smart ideas. I may even need coaching as well. He tilted his head endearingly, tail swishing like a content feline. The only problem with this plan, however, was getting Fallen to agree with it. Weyrling lessons were a must, but what could Vicroth do to get His to agree with this meeting? He blinked, an idea striking him. Well, Fallen did not necessarily have to know it was a rendezvous. In fact, Fallen did not have to know anything. He just had to be there. Hmmmm...
Mine- Fallen? Do you suppose we could go to the Lake very soon? Fallen cast an uncertain look down at Vicroth. "You want to go to the Lake?" He asked, perplexed, wondering what on Pern brought that up. Vicroth's mind beamed in response. That's random... Fallen thought to himself. It is not random at all, Fallen. Your mental image of the Lake appears very beautiful. I would very much like to see it with my own eyes. It will be nice to go outside. Vicroth explained emphatically.
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