Progressive Insanity

[D'gellin]

((Well, this intro post was pretty much sitting around rotting. And I feel the itch to RP. 8D Yeaaaaay~~ My attempts to create activity during stagnant times usually - no, always - fail but I figured I'd give it a shot regardless. :D ))

"Lancetoth...please stop squirming." D'gellin pleaded as he gave his dragonet a boost up. The weyrling knew dragons grew quickly but this was ridiculous. Wasn't it just the other day that he could cradle the bronze in his arms?

But I can not reach, mine! Lancetoth replied, more upset with himself than his rider. He snapped at the luscious piece of fruit high above their heads, hanging tantalizingly ripe on the branch of a tall tree. Just before he could get to it, D'gellin's green fire-lizard popped from between and snatched it.

"YES! Great job, Mother!" D'gellin cheered, then let out a cry of despair shared by his dragon as the flitter dropped it...and it hit the ground with a splatter. Sighing, the weyrling carefully hoisted Lancetoth back down.

What a waste! Lancetoth cried, snorting in displeasure at Mother's antics. That was for D'gellinmine! Don't worry, Mine, your Lancetoth will avenge your fallen fruit! The bronze made to chase after Mother, who chittered irritably from her perch, her wings unfurled in what might have been an intimidating gesture.

"Nah, don't worry about it." D'gellin dismissed the matter, grinning despite it all. That particular fruit had happened to catch his fancy, but he could survive on the meat-rolls he packed for their little excursion. "We should probably head back anyway." He added, noting how far Rukbat had moved across the sky since they'd set out.

It was as he looked back down at Lancetoth that he saw it: a redish-purple blossom. It hung from a small bush a little ways off, looking vulnerable and strangely beautiful. He'd never seen anything like it before. D'gellin tilted his head, narrowing his eyes in concentration, but he couldn't place a name to the plant. He carefully reached down to pick it, wary of the dangerous-looking spikes on the stem. Mine? Lancetoth queried, tilting his own head in curiosity.

But Lancetoth's question was left behind as D'gellin took a sniff of the plant. The world seemed to melt away as the strangest sensation overcame him. It was like nothing really mattered. His limbs got heavy and sluggish, numb to everything around him. Time seemed to slow, and his vision swam. "Woah.." D'gellin blinked rapidly, wavering on the spot. "I need some air." He added distractedly, staggering the two feet from the the jungle back to the beach. The intoxicating smell of the flower filled his nose. It wasn't until he was leaning against a tree that he realized he still had the plant in his hands.

Mine? Are you okay? Your mind doesn't sound right... Lancetoth's worried voice melted away before D'gellin could make sense of it. Lancetoth nosed his rider's hand, hypersensitive of all the flowers around them now.

"...Wow..." D'gellin muttered, a loopy smile alighting his face. He suddenly jumped up, though sloppily. "We should...I don't know...do something!" He declared, looking around at the world. Everything seemed to focus too sharply, and he felt a rush of adrenaline that he wasn't used to. "LET'S CLIMB A TREE!!" He suggested, far too eagerly. And with that he turned and struggled to climb the tree next to him.

Mine.... Lancetoth said uncertainly, dragging out the word. What are you doing...?

"CLIMBING A TREE! Obviously." D'gellin called back cheerily, poking his head out from the branches with a wide grin.

Lancetoth's eyes whirled an anxious yellow. D'gellin's mental link felt fuzzy and distant. Alright... He replied, unable to be his usual bold self in the midst of such confusion. D'gellin's head disappeared back into the branches, babbling happy but nonsensical things to himself. Lancetoth suddenly wished someone else would come by. They weren't far off the beaten path and it was a nice day, so hopefully there would be others on the beach. Others that might be able to make sense of what D'gellin was doing (the boy was saying something about flying fish now)...And he really hoped they didn't sniff the flowers too...That might be bad...

"I'M GUNNA JUMP OVER TO THE OTHER TREE!!! 8D"

No you will not D'gellinmine! You get out of that tree right now! Lancetoth demanded in alarm. He had a sneaking suspicion that this just wouldn't end well...


((Side Note: The flower's scent has a euphoric effect on people, making them numb then stimulating adrenaline at the cost of logical thinking. Dragons aren't affected. It's only dangerous when it's in bloom, and it's only in bloom three sevendays a turn. It's effects wear off in about a half hour (as long as the infected person isn't introduced to the flower again). So, yeah. :< Basic plan: cracked out RP where everyone can be totally random. The dragons are the voice of reason. :3 Whee~~))

[Kitari]

It had been a lovely day of wandering along the pristine shores of the island, gazing out at the sparkling waters and wondering at their reflection in his dragon's hide. His dragon. The words still gave B'rec pause, and he reassured himself of the fact for the millionth time that day by reaching down to stroke Dagonth's bobbing head. The blue crooned at the touch, making his way with some difficulty, but great delight, through the sucking sands at B'rec's side.

Since becoming a Weyrling, days had inevitably been busier, if it was possible, than when he had been a candidate. However, the nature of those days had changed so drastically that B'rec no longer rued the long hours and required labour. He was not alone. No task for Dagonth was considered a chore, and the lad relished every drop of oil he dripped onto the growing blue hide. He would nurture the dragon and watch him grow, and some day, they would take to the skies and experience that freedom he had always longed for.

"Dagonth, I..." the lad began, for the millionth time that day as well.

I know, the dragon replied, before his rider could repeat the sentiments spoken extremely frequently. It amused the young blue, and he delighted in his rider's affections. And I am glad to have you, as well.

A euphoric smile drifted across B'rec's face, features that had once been stony with fear and uncertainty no longer inhibited. Nothing could go wrong in his life again.

It was then that the young Weyrling's peaceful musings were interrupted by shouting ahead. B'rec paused, grinding his foot uncertainly into the sand. Although he had become more attached to his Dagonth than he had ever felt possible, the lad still felt somehow disconnected from his fellow Weyrlings. Most of the time, he chose to spend his hours in solitude with the blue, and he had planned for this day to be entirely for the pair of them.

However, Dagonth was like most young dragonets, and he enjoyed the company of his fellows, perhaps wishing it more frequent than B'rec generally provided. So, the lad decided to continue on his way, at least to see who the voice belonged to. Perhaps he would stay and visit...or slip away...

Dagonth eagerly chafed at B'rec's halting pace in anticipation of meeting a potential Clutchmate, but he dared not leave his rider's side. After all, the young blue was quite timid, though he denied the fact vehemently, and he wasn't ready to face uncertainty without B'rec by his side. As the pair rounded a bend in the shoreline, Dagonth's whirling eyes immediately sought out Lancetoth's form. The blue sniffed somewhat haughtily, for bronzes were so full of themselves and, honestly, had nothing on him. However, he also wished to have some fun, so he greeted the young bronze.

Lancetoth! How are you and yours? Have you gone in the water yet today? Dagonth had been itching to go splashing about for some time now, but B'rec had seemed interested in merely striding along the beach, so the blue hadn't suggested it.

B'rec, however, did not focus on the young bronze for long, because the branches of a nearby tree were swinging wildly, demanding his attention. That seemed to be the source of the excited shouting, and the young Weyrling edged closer uncertainly. "D'gellin? Is that you?" he called cautiously. "What are you doing up there?"

[Shikai]

((Erg…I’m so rusty at roleplaying. UU Sorry for the utter suck-age of this post.))

T’ren ambled down the beach, his boots carelessly kicking up the soft sand he was walking on. Owaith bounded along beside him enthusiastically, although he stumbled now and again. T’ren chuckled as his dragon fell after a particularly passionate leap, and stopped beside the teal-colored blue. Calliope, who was currently perched upon T'ren's shoulder, peered imperiously down at the blue, chittering disdainfully.

Owowow! This sand is hot! The dragon complained as T’ren helped him untangle his limbs and get back to his feet.

“Slow down then! What, are you trying to fly, jumping along like that?” T’ren teased, as the blue looked mournfully up at him.

But miiiiine! The sun is nice and warm and the breeze feels wonderful and…I have energy![/color] The blue replied vigorously, and proceeded to run ahead again in the dragon’s awkward gait. T’ren grinned, and sighed happily as a stronger breeze blew over him, bringing with it the strong salty scent of the ocean. He couldn’t blame Owaith, he felt like running and leaping and bounding too. Life had never been better, after all. His wildest dreams had come true: he had a dragon. And such a wonderful dragon, too! Owaith was more than he ever could have hoped for. He had been more distant with Alana, now that she was a goldrider, and had…goldriderish things to attend to. He snorted in distaste. T’ren was quite happy with his blue; it meant less responsibility, and more time to simply enjoy basking in the sun with Owaith. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Mine, mine! Look, there’re some other weyrlings over that way! Want to go say hello? The blue said, having trotted back over to T’ren’s side while the boy was thinking.

“Hm?” T’ren replied, looking in the direction his dragon indicated. “Sure, why not?” He replied, his mouth spreading into a wide grin. The two altered their course, making their way toward where another blue dragonet stood beside his rider, who T’ren identified as B’rec, and a bronze dragonet. It looked like Lancetoth, but if that was the case, where was D’gellin? What’s he doing in the tree? Owaith asked curiously, peering up at the shaking branches.

“I dunno…” T’ren replied, peering up through the branches to see his friend.

“Hello B’rec!” He announced with a grin, as he finally reached the tree everyone was gathered around.

Hello Dagonth! Lancetoth! Nice to see you both![/color] Owaith greeted cheerfully, with his characteristic enthusiasm.

“Oy, D’gellin!” T’ren called up to him. “What are you doing?”

[D'gellin]

Lancetoth stalked back and forth under the tree, whirling eyes narrowed with excessive frustration. He just couldn't make heads or tails of what D'gellin was trying to do. And quite honestly the jumbled, fuzzy thoughts flashing through his rider's head was disconcerting. Sure, D'gellin was a little quirky in his own way, but this was just...just...

"I can see the whole world from up here! D8 IT'S SO BIG!"

D'gellinmine, I am very happy to see you so happy. Lancetoth said forcefully, though he didn't sound pleased in the least. But you don't sound right. And I don't like it. And will you get out of that tree now and stop being fuzzy? His long tail lashed with frustration as he placed his fore-paws ((paws? I don't know, what would you call them? D: )) against D'gellin's tree. Lancetoth's vibrant emotions made the situation all the more troublesome as he fretted over the weyrling.

"But Lancetooooth, it's so prettyyyyyyy...up heeeeere." D'gellin whined, clinging to one distressfully swaying branch. Then, abruptly "Hey, hey, do you think I could make the jump?" he questioned eagerly as he shimmied farther along the branch, eyes locked on the tree next to his.

I said no before! And I mean no now! Preoccupied in this manner, neither Lancetoth nor D'gellin noticed the approaching weyrlings. Not until Dagonth called his name was Lancetoth aware that anyone else but himself and D'gellin were on the beach. Dagonth! Lancetoth cried in surprise, eyes wide as his attention was diverted. Quickly recovering he turned his head toward the swaying branches again. I am not fine. D'gellinmine is definitely not fine either. He huffed, glaring up at His, who was now actually on his feet to make the jump. Stop that!!

D'gellin paused, perplexed for a moment when B'rec spoke. He wavered dangerously on the branch. "Me, yup, me. I'm jumping the tree! Obviously."

No he is not! Lancetoth confirmed for everyone present. No you are not! He added for D'gellin. And if you will not come down then I shall have to save you myself! He added rather gallantly. But try as he might, built as he was, and much to the eager young dragon's frustration, he couldn't seem to get more than an inch up the tree.

It would be nice to see you too if D'gellinmine were not acting so strangely! Lancetoth replied distractedly to Owaith. He snorted in irritation as he scrabbled uselessly at the trunk and D'gellin called a cheerful response to T'ren. "Still jumping trees! Obviously!"

((Just for the record, I have no idea how someone would act if they were high. XD;; ))

[Kitari]

((OOC: lol, just for the record, neither do I. Let's pretend this isn't so much high as uninhibited.))

The shouting coming from the tree left B'rec with his mouth slightly agape at the strange responses, and he wondered briefly if he should merely turn and walk away as if he had never happened upon this strange scene. The arrival of T'ren dismissed these thoughts, as it would hardly be appropriate to simply walk away from the other Weyrling, and a part of him was curious as to what was wrong with the young bronzerider anyways. Why would a person ever want to jump trees? That sounded dangerous, something B'rec certainly attempted to avoid. He absentmindedly returned T'ren's greeting with a wave, eyes still fixed upon the shaking leaves.

Dagonth was startled by the vehemence of Lancetoth's statement, for he was used to cursory politeness from the other Weyrlings. He was not impressed at all, and huffed slightly as he relayed the comments to B'rec. His rider seemed more concerned than upset, though, so the blue decided to reserve his judgment for the time being. Hello, he replied awkwardly to Owaith, still smarting from Lancetoth's words.

B'rec turned abruptly to T'ren, deciding that something must be done before D'gellin hurt himself. "We have to find out what is wrong with him," he muttered, more to himself than the other rider. "Dagonth?" he queried, asking his dragon privately to speak to Lancetoth and figure things out.

With a great sigh, Dagonth agreed to attempt communication once more. Lancetoth, mine would like to know what yours did to get him in such a state. He was honestly quite bored with the affair, since it was distracting everyone from his important desire to go swimming. Still, if B'rec thought it was important, then perhaps it was.