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May 26, 2009 23:01:43 GMT -5
Post by Tealah on May 26, 2009 23:01:43 GMT -5
P'neil slipped into the hot pool with a groan. This had all happened so fast. There had been no warning, no time for him to prepare for the possibility that this might occur. The golds had been due to rise, of course, but how could he have known that they'd both rise, and this would result? It would have been madness to assume that a brown, and not a particularly large one at that, could have beaten out several bronze competitors to catch the queen. The queen, as in The Queen.
The rider groaned again, rubbing at his forehead with one hand. The Weyr needed a strong leader, someone they could truly look up to. The bronze riders would hate being led by a brown, no doubt of it. Not to mention, he had no idea how Alana felt about her gold being Caught by a brown. He hadn't seen her since the Flight - he didn't know if Alana had still been in the room or not when he'd left it, and he hadn't stopped to check. As soon as he'd woken from the Flight-induced coma... er, sleep, that was... he'd pulled on his pants and boots and slipped out here to think, hopefully without anyone noticing where he'd gone.
He wasn't ready for this.
That was the biggest thing in his mind right now. He hadn't even led a wing, and now this? He'd do his best, truly, but in his mind the Weyr needed more than the best that he could give. Artoneth was no help; the brown was still slumbering peacefully somewhere, probably with Gwynevith. Not that he'd be any help anyway. No doubt he'd just say something to the effect that they were finally getting the honor and glory they deserved. Faranth, honor and glory? Try torture and angst. And there wasn't even anyone else he could confide in, either, since everyone would expect more out of him than they would a bronzerider in his same position.
Perhaps he should have grabbed a wineskin from the kitchen before he'd fled here. Or perhaps he should just stop whining and get to work. P'neil had partially risen from the pool before changing his mind and sinking back down. Maybe just a few more minutes. Surely they wouldn't begrudge him a few minutes to come to terms before the horde descended upon him?
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Shock
Jun 18, 2009 15:38:07 GMT -5
Post by .K.aci on Jun 18, 2009 15:38:07 GMT -5
You poor, poor man. For even as P'neil sat there a tried to ignore the wave that had crushed him, two more tidal waves were coming. And they didn't care that he was the Weyrleader. K'mar and D'rel were eighteen turns, and both were Senior Weyrling's. Oh, one more thing. They were twins. Identical. This means, for P'neil, confusion and even more confusion, or perhaps just one word. Does Double Trouble identify anything? This means that he will probably leave with a bigger headache than which he started out with, the poor man.
Into the sauna two young men sauntered, both wearing a pair of shorts. They moved alike, walked alike, and seemed to do the same things at the same time. Yes, you know them. Twins that had practiced for a long time to get their moment's down pat, exactly like the other. They knew each other's mind inside and out, and Impressing hadn't stopped them. The two were talking to each other, and the young drudge attending was listening, trying to see if their voices had anything that could make you tell... No - they sounded alike, spoke alike, even had the same lilt to their l's. The pair were tall, willowy, just breaching six feet. Don't try to tell them apart - I told you, alike to the very last freckle they each have under their left eye in the corner, the two are identical.
Now that you've stopped trying to tell the difference, I'll show you what they look like. They are wheat-gold blond, darker than either of their siblings - oh, did I mention that K'mar and D'rel are brother's to the Junior Weyrwoman Crown and the Wingsecond Bronzerider H'aze? It's part of what makes them cocky, for all their position of lowly Blue and Greenrider. They have longish silken gold hair that always sweeps infront of their blue-green eyes - it's alright, there's nothing to read in them. Their eyes are locked doors - they don't show emotion unless they want to. Watch as they walk in - they seem to move with a bending, swaying grace all of their own. They aren't bad lookers, either - slim, straight noses dead center set in faces that are high cheeked with hard angles.
Now you can see them, yes? They probably came in view of the Weyrleader at this point, because they both stop suddenly. The crystal blue eyes tinged with a lighter green have stopped on him, and they both freeze, eyeing over P'neil. It’s K’mar that recognizes him first – it’s here that things went interesting.“Drel.” His hand shot out, resting on his brother’s shoulder. Thin lips went over to his ear, speaking quietly. “This guy is my wingleader – he caught the Gold last night, and he’s the new Weyrleader.”
Now, let me give you a little information about K’mar. He’s the Bluerider, bonded to Raouth and in P'niel's wing. K’mar is one of the most stable and serious people you will ever meet. He’s confident, calm, practical, hardworking, and persistent. Without D’rel by his side, he might be a person that you would want to be friends with. But with his twin by his side, K’mar’s general responsible air is tossed away. K’mar is tough and stubborn – when K’mar and D’rel get together they turn into more trouble then they are worth. The thing is, K’mar has to meditate – without that he tends to be a little crazy in his mood swings. Don’t label him crazy or capricious though – on the front he seems to be a quiet, reserved individual, and even more so next to D’rel. He’s surprisingly subtly witty – poor P’neil would have only seen him as a focused, determined young man during wing practice. He was about to meet the real K’mar.
MineOwn? The voice was hesistant, but sure of itself when speaking to His – Raouth had made himself known. The dragon had been watching the sunrise on the ledge with D’rel’s Green, but he made sure to focus in on His now. P’niel knew Raouth – the blue was one of the more startling Blue’s out there. He was the one that had a head colored a midnight blue with streaks running down his neck, staining his brillent azure hide. Even as a young dragon he had a well-muscled large build – now, almost fully grown, he was a well noticed Blue. The dragon was sweet and caring, a softspoken creature that worked hard. He worried about His – which meant that he spoke to him now. That is the Weyrleader now… You and your clutchmate have made several enemies already… The man soothed his dragon quickly. Don’t worry Ra-o. I won’t be awful.
He turned his attention back to his brother, glancing at P’neil again before slipping off his shirt and still talking in the low tone. “Ra-o say’s to be gentle.”
D’rel was the other twin. He was on the left, but good luck to P’neil trying to figure out which one was in his wing. Although the pair looked completely alike, D’rel was far different. He was loud and two-faced, sharp tongued and much harsher than K’mar. He was the one that was considered a young child – lively, happy, but restless and very imaginative. It was him that lead the conversation, K’mar who added in the sharper comments. He was the lively butterfly that flitted back and forth – to him life was nothing but a game. D’rel was the hyper one, the brother that was out for him and his brother’s gain – no one else. He didn’t condone lying, putting blame on other people, and putting on all of the charm. He is always the winner – that was that. He wasn’t all bad – he was kind, gentle, and a sweet person to those that in his opinion deserved it.
Both of the young men were deep, you see… Just both of the young men were too scarred to really become something out of life. They were Journeymen Harper’s before they were rider’s – forced to flee their childhood home they took refuge in a major hold at first, and then later in the Harper Hall. Both had no idea that Crown had become a drudge – they had always had faith in their older brother that he would come back some day, and they thought she was just here on Search. They had found out since then, of course - and were more than majorly ticked - but it was over. They had met at Araelan on the Hatching Sands, and for the twins, that was enough. They were back together again, one big happy family... Ish.
D’rel glanced at his brother, and then back at the Weyrleader, a slow smile beginning to come to his lips. “Oh… This would be fun.” He watched the man for a few more seconds, grinning excitably as K’mar kept talking. “Ra-o should listen to Schery more often.” He said his dragon’s name with a lilt, almost French if that had ever existed on Pern. (ie, cher-e) His green was on the large side for a Green, but what made her stand out was the fact that she was longer than all of them. She was a powerful creature that let her muscular build blend into her sleek figure, and she was at the moment perched next to Raouth on the ledge, dozing. In the newer sun the light yellow green dragon showed all of her darker green squiggles and speckles, the dark green wings thrown out wildly so that they would soak up as much sun as possible.
She spoke now, without opening her eyes or giving off the impression that she cared. Scherazoth was an oddly smart dragon, especially for a Green. She loved stories, and probably had the best memory of the lower ranking dragons on Pern – she was different than most of the Green’s around. She wasn’t green in her ways – she was cunning and intelligent for what she was. MineOwn is right, Raouth. The pair’s dragon’s spoke to the both of them when they were together – the four of them were rather like a very odd troupe. Loosen up a little. He will be fine, I believe – Your’s will help me rein back Mine if he gets too much. The Green settled it – D’rel lost his shirt and shoes and slipped into the water, followed by K’mar. They walked up on either side of P’neil, sitting down comfortably in the warm water and smiling a rather Cheshire grin at him. “Hello Wingleader, or should,” D’rel stopped speaking and let K’mar take over, “we say Weyrleader? This is my brother D’rel of Green Scherazoth,” and then back to D’rel, “And of course you know my brother K’mar because he’s in your wing. Raouth is a such a sweety, am I not right?” They paused there to grin at him, completely alike in every way. “So, how are you liking” K’mar, “Being the new Weyrleader?” D’rel, as they made the maddening switch back and forth. "Quite the flight, was" and back again, "it not? You made quite a few people" and K'mar picked up the thread, "rather crazy - it's all over the Weyr. Congrats."
Honestly, P’niel, I think you’re getting of easier. They can be so much meaner to those they don’t like. They just want to spin you around in circles and see how fast you can go.
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Jun 24, 2009 12:20:52 GMT -5
Post by Tealah on Jun 24, 2009 12:20:52 GMT -5
P'neil had just rested his head against the edge of the pool and closed his eyes - contemplating drowning himself, or just comtemplating? - when splashes alerted him to the presence of others. Oh great. His sanctuary had been found. He opened one dark eye with the wariness of a cornered feline.
And immediately closed it again.
As if it wasn't bad enough, now he was seeing double. This just wasn't his day. Why couldn't he have been just a simple smithcrafter right now? Why did things have to get so sharding complicated?
Oh do stop whining, P'neil.
He cautiously opened his eyes again when they began to speak. "They", not him - he must not be seeing double after all, since he could focus on them separately. Twins, then. Very familiar twins, too. Hadn't he seen one of them...? Or both of them, he wouldn't know the difference. He found himself with the irrational, and not very worthy, hope that one of them would get Threadscored so that he'd be able to tell the difference.
That's a terrible thing to wish on someone, P'neil. Now pay attention.
He was trying, really, but he was having a bit of trouble following the conversation. Every time he'd switch his attention to one of the pair to catch what they were saying, the other would take up the thread. It was... disconcerting at the least. He did manage to catch their names, barely, and then they mentioned his recent... success.
P'neil gave a mental sigh. He wanted to groan, whine about how he didn't want to be a Weyrleader, oh how he wanted to whine about it. But if he was going to be Weyrleader he was going to have to do it right, and giving a good impression was the first step to that. So instead of sinking beneath the water, he straightened and smiled.
Ugh. He didn't want to smile.
"Artoneth is very determined," he said with as much amusement as he could muster. "I hadn't expected him to catch Gwynevith, let alone before Lefeyith was caught, but it's done, and how could I be anything but equally determined to lead the Weyr right? I have an experienced and level-headed Jr. Weyrleader, and Alana and Kitari know what they're doing." He tried to speak with the same easy confidence a bronzerider would in his position - and strangely, acting confident somehow made him feel more relaxed.
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