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Post by .K.aci on Jun 17, 2009 23:44:10 GMT -5
Heart don't fail me now Courage don't desert me. Don't turn back now that were here. People always say life is full of choices. Winter had come by and gone out, heralded by the songs of dragons and the dawning of a new birth. Leader's had changed - life was different now. The young woman had traveled Pern for now seventeen turns, and as the last of the winter signs melted into the dusk, she emerged. Stepping out into the light from the bottom of the weyr, the young woman tugged on her gloves carefully and adjusted her wherhide collar. Only after the too big jacket was comfortably placed to her perfection, she began to walk out into the bright sunshine. The jacket was unzipped, and she tilted her face up to catch the rays, a gentle smile playing along her face.
The girl was five seven and a half - she had rocketed up from the five foot three inches she had been when she arrived at the weyr two turns ago. She had grown up, lengthened and filled out. She didn't have as much as the gangly look to her - she wasn't done growing, not yet, but almost five inches in two turns was more than expected. She was still lithe, long fingered and graceful - and she still hide a muscled, thin ropey body under clothing that was too big. She had put on a few pounds, eating well, but it had only turned into muscle. She had grown up, and in her turn of riding had gained corded wire muscle and a panther-like prowl. Thick black boots were bigger than some girls feet, but she managed to walk quietly, even with her face tilted up to soak in sun she still looked dangerous.
Her face had grown up too. She had lengthened, slimmer, all baby-fat gone. It was all muscle - she looked more and more like her brother every day, although the feminine air she gave it seemed to make her face look even more dangerous. The cheekbones were high, sharp, jutting from her face. Her nose was still small, loaning her a dainty air that was covered up by the look in her eyes and the way that she held herself. Even with her eyes closed she gave the air of hardness, a glittering beautiful diamond that had been sharpened to assassin point and dipped in poison. She had just given herself a haircut - the dark blond was tainted with red hues, and chopped ear length short. A small silver hoop was threaded through her ear - a small diamond showed that her position in life had changed.
The young woman was the youngest Weyrwoman occupying the Weyr. Senior Weyrling Junior Weyrwoman Crown of Gold Ezelth had once been a drudge - a self appointed rank in life that was her snub on life. Now she was a Goldrider... And not as happy with her role in life as one would think. A soft rush of wings overhead, and the girl standing in the fresh green grass snapped open her eyes to allow crystal blue eyes open. It was what showed the family resemblance most of all - all four of the siblings had the sharp pretty blue eyes. Crown allowed herself to relax, the sleek young woman flexing gloved hands as she watched broad soft amber wings catch wind and toss it back at her. Her too big long shorts whipped around her legs, and the jacket and over-sized shirt billowed around her body. It was her cover - a clothing style that was as ridiculous as it was comfortable.
Her eyes darkened as she watched the dragon in front of her land, the clear sharp blue seeming to harden and hood over as she slowed to a stop, and watched. From a viewpoint untainted, the dragon in front of her was beautiful. She was a warm gold, not as hard and glittery as the other Queens. Her skin was a freshly poured cup of golden tea with just a drop of cream, poured fresh from the lightly seeped tea pot over her hide. The base color is lightly dusted over with a darker gold, as though she had rolled in a field of pollen. Her muzzle was just a little thicker coated, as though the Queen had happily walked around smelling the flowers, a burnished golden color that accented just how pretty she was colored.
But it wasn't the color that made the Queen beautiful, in Crown's very private opinion. It was the way the young Queen carried herself, the way that the Gold dragoness just was. Despite being the smallest of the three gold's, with the daintiest build, she carried herself like any Queen should. Ezelth was a serpent in the air, a delicate build that was more common in a Green than a Gold. She was almost fully grown, with slender appendages and a proud air. She made sure to stay clean and carefully groomed - despite her slender appearance, she wasn't lacking in strength. She was a lithe slim rope, corded as Her's with an agility to match any Green in the air. It seemed to Crown as she eyed over the Gold that was settling herself, clearly smug about something, that Ezelth was just long. Everything about her was long, from her clawed paws, to her legs, to her body, to her slender neck, down to her long tapered snout.
MineOwn. The words were quiet, voiced in her head as Crown stopped in front of her dragon and looked up. Ezelth was too proud to rush her head down at first, and the young Queen only tilted her head at first, watching the girl. "Ezelth, I have asked you to please stop calling me Your's." It was a dance, a game - Crown had wanted to Impress a Bronze although girl's didn't Impress them, and when Ezelth had hatched out of her egg and glided over to her, it had become a deadly battle that they fought. Crown accepted her enough - but Ezelth wasn't her dragon. They were partners in the idea that they had to be partners - it wasn't like other Rider's. While other's loved each other and shared everything, and Ezelth had been like that when she was younger, by now the two were a jaded pair. Their's was a relationship purely in name - they did what they had to do and were done. It was a battle back and forth now, a war that neither knew why they were attacking. But attack they were, and the delicate dance had begun.
You are Mine - I shall not stop. The tones were crisp, and she finally relented and moved her head down to be on level with Crown. If you are not careful, I will call you Claudia. The girl stared forward, right under the dragon - Ezelth was tall enough now that Crown had to look up when she wanted to talk to the dragon. Ezelth's head was next to her - she avoided looking into the seemingly content whirling eyes. "You will not. My name is Crown, and is on record as Crown. What do you want, Ezelth?" The girl finally looked over at the dragon, raising a slim eyebrow. The dragon rose her head back up, looking out onto the horizon. I thought you would like to know that their is a storm coming. The girl showed her first emotion - she threw her head up to look at the dragon, suddenly smiling. "A thunder storm?" Nothing. "Ezelth?" The dragon stayed stoically looking far off into the distance, until with a disgruntled huff the woman tentatively reached into her head. Ezelth? Is it a thunderstorm? The dragon looked down then, eyes suddenly gone sad. Mine, you do realize that newly Impressed rider's have more skill with the mental communication than we do? It was true, Crown knew - she shied away from the contact as though it was a disease. Mine, what will we do when Thread appears?
[/i] The girl only shook her head, refusing to talk about it. She had avoided people all winter, doing only what she needed to do with Weyrling lessons and Weyrwoman duties. Thankfully, she was young, and had more to learn than to actually do. All she had to do was shut up, be quiet, and learn. It was what she did now - gritted her teeth, and learned so that one day she would be able to do what she had to do. She changed the subject, appeasing the dragon by doing what she wanted. A thunderstorm? Yes. It was a subtle joy now, and the two shared an excited glance... Both had learned they loved thunderstorms after the first one, when Ezelth was only a few sevenday's old. It had begun to storm, and most of the Weyrling's were busy appeasing frightened dragons... Crown had been trying to convince Ezelth to stay inside so she could go out. Well, Ezelth had been having none of that, and threatened to bring everyone running unless she was allowed to come with her. Crown, who couldn't convince the dragon to just drop it, took her outside. And there they had realized just how much they enjoyed the storm. It was the only thing they had in common, and both worked hard (if not quietly) to keep attached. Then we'll go out. Already the sun was being eaten alive by clouds, and the rumble of thunder was a faint call in the distance. Under the pelting rain they danced and capered, Crown clambering over and around the Gold as they dove in and around the lake, just enjoying the rain and the fact that they were together. It was a day rain, thick and pelting with a cackle of thunder coming to rumble overhead and the quick flash of lightening. The lightening was fast, but lit the scene with a queer glow, and the pair of them capered around in a gleeful silence that was focused only on the glory power filling the air. It was when the pair of them felt the most connected, laughing and humming their joy as they bounced through the water and around the wet grass. While the rest of the weyr waited out the storm, the pair of them reveled in the beauty of it. It was only when the storm was ending, the water beginning to slow down and the sun beginning to peer out when they stopped their laughter, walking back towards the weyr's. She had lost gloves and jacket and was wearing a dark shirt that was heavy with water, clinging to her unlike her regular clothes. The shorts did as well, water sucking to her skin, but she paid no mind as she wiped tendrils of hair out of her eyes and began walking up to her room. The Gold had flown up, perched on the edge of her weyr and still drenched in water, as Crown walked up the stairs slowly, humming a tune. The connection was there, in her mind, but it wasn't as bad... It was almost nice. While her dragon was content, almost drunk on the enjoyment, Crown could think about the Gold. Her dragon - only when the Queen wouldn't pay attention could she think about her as her dragon - was a proud creature, but she wasn't haughty and overbearing. She was proud in a way that Queen's could be, should be - a proudness that allowed her to be herself but with a mask to stay behind. She wasn't indulgent like her mother had been, and wasn't a glutton. She was no airhead either - she was a firm creature that paid attention to what she needed to do, and whatever lesson she had. Crown privately thought that her Queen was the smartest of the Gold's on Pern - maybe she was, and maybe she wasn't, but her Queen was intelligent and a steady presence. She had a quick tongue when she wanted, and used wit as a blade, coyness as a shield. Crown thought that perhaps she was a bit hasty, too quick to judge the riders and dragons and why they want what they want. She worried too much, thought too deeply into everything. She was stubborn, just as stubborn as Crown was - it was probably the only reason that the two of them were still alive. They were so different - it was hard for them to connect, although Crown knew it was mostly her fault. It was just the fact both of them were independent! At least Crown was lucky that they had the same idea's about males - she had been worried about Ezelth at first. Crown had watched her carefully, afraid that she would be a flirtatious Queen - but she had avoided the flirting and the flowery attentions. They were like that, at least in that respect - best to look down with scorn at any males who try to obviously flirt and get attention. In Ezelth's opinion, they were probably just trying to win attention for her future Flight. She just knew that the dragon would be abrasive and sharp with words at some times... Thinking about her Queen, the young woman hadn't paid attention to her surroundings, and she rammed into someone by accident. Tumbling down a few steps - it was lucky she had been right off of a landing, for she landed back on it and a body on her. It was pain on her head, the dull thunk where she had hit stone that made her blink against tears - but she was in front of someone, so she wouldn't cry. She just blinked hard against the fuzzy pain and began to curse, hard curses that shouldn't fall out of a lady's mouth as she shoved against the body on her. Someone was going to pay for this, especially because she was still soaking wet, and now Ezelth was focused on her, a question in her voice laced with worry and fear for Her's - anger to the one that had caused it. ClaudiaMine? Are you alright? She didn't deign in with an answer - she couldn't, until she wouldn't be lying when she said fine. As if that hadn't been enough, two more disturbances were created from thin air, brought by the washof pain from Their's. A slim forest Green, Euphoria, streacked from teh sky to hover, watching Her's, while a much larger Bronze fellow took charge. Glomp landed on His's face, hissing and screeching at the person who dared to land on His - he would protect her down to his last dying breath! No one ever mentions fear Or how the world can seem so long Or how the world can seem so vast Courage see me through [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by M'kel on Jun 29, 2009 22:04:54 GMT -5
((lol, it seems my characters are in the habit of crushing others... XD))
Sharding rain. Quite a different perspective from M'kel, who was holed away quite miserably in his weyr. The day had dawned with such great prospects, the air pleasantly warm and the wind quite low. The dark cloud in the sky had been a minor concern, at best, for he and Tirenth would soon be away and between to one lovely cove or another. If it was raining on Araelen Weyr's Island, it was bound to be sunny on the other side of the world, and with a dragon, he was just lucky enough to be able to make that jump in the blink of an eye!
However, M'kel wasn't about to rush a lazy, free day, and so he lounged about his weyr for some time. He was a little distressed to find that the tray that could be lowered to the Lower Caverns for meals was jammed, but he was not overly inconvenienced by the discovery. Although it was nice to eat in solitude in his weyr on occasion, he also enjoyed the Dining Cavern. There was always a willing dining companion or two, there.
But first of all, while his great bronze still slumbered, the bronzerider had slipped into his private bath. True, he'd be spending the whole day basking in the warm waters of a cove and then drying to a crisp in Rukbat's warmth, but the bronzerider was rather a stickler for cleanliness and had been longing for a good scrub. Blond hair thoroughly scrubbed with soapstone, thin form raked clean from head to toe, the bronzerider finally clambered out, quite satisfied, and watched the lazy bubbles swirling away. He dried himself off, pulled on a pair of breeches and a thin tunic, not bothering to tie it closed at the top, and proceeded out to wake his lazy bronze.
"Tirenth!" M'kel called, stepping from the bedchamber into the weyr proper. "Are you going to catch a 'beast or two before we go-oh!" The young man stopped short, mouth fixed open at the dreadful sight outside his weyr. A steady curtain of rain was pouring down from the weyr ledge above, puddling on his own ledge and dripping on down. The sky was entirely obscured by grey clouds, and the occasional flash of lightning even lit up the Weyr bowl. A cool gust tossed raindrops deeper into the weyr, catching M'kel's damp skin quite uncomfortably, and causing him to pull his tunic shut.
"Shardin' rain!" And that's when the curses began.
So there he was, holed away in his weyr with no access to klah or food without daring the staircase that lined the inside of the Bowl. It was just his luck that the inner corridors were under repair, too. Pern was conspiring against him, it seemed!
And Tirenth, the great lug, could care less. He had opened a single lid, nothing more, at his rider's outburst, but it was now firmly shut again. The bronze was curled up so tightly that the tip of his tail rested lightly against his Threadscored snout, as if by sheer strength of will he could keep the chill out. There was no way Tirenth would convince the dragon to rise until the rain had stopped, and M'kel wasn't exactly eager to go between soaked through.
Thus, he wiled away the candlemarks perusing a couple of dry hides, sharpening his blade, and glaring at the storm clouds above.
Until the storm finally ended! It took the bronzerider a few moments to realize that the pattering sound had ended, and a quick glance up confirmed that the grey clouds had lightened, their heavy load released. "Finally!" he crowed, leaping up from rumpled bed furs to stride to the weyr ledge. Tirenth began to shift, waking finally, and beginning to rumble excitedly about a trip to a cove. "Are you hungry?" M'kel queried, pausing at the edge of their weyr.
Not enough, but you are, mine! Quickly now, before the rain clouds come back!
Grinning, mood much refreshed by his dragon's humour and the spot of light burning through the clouds aboved, M'kel began to jog down the stairs. Glancing down, he caught sight of someone trudging up, thoroughly drenched, and he smiled mercilessly. Someone had come out a moment too soon, it seemed! Too impatient to wait for the end of the storm, and here it had come so soon after!
His hazel eyes then turned upward again, gauging the sky. If it continued to clear this quickly, they might even be able to find a cove nearby and not have to go so far. They could even---
The stairs were wet and slick, puddles had formed, and the bronzerider's wherhide boots were steady but not immune. His foot slipped on a particularly wet step, and he was tumbling forward before he realized what was happening. "AH!" he managed to gasp before he collided with something, hard. Then, the air was knocked out of him, like a punch in the gut, and he was suddenly lying prone across another person.
Thank Faranth that landing had been there, or his fall might never have been stopped!
That landing, and that soft object that may have saved him from a broken nose and skinned hands.
Oooh, but it was starting to wriggle. "Umph!" M'kel grumbled, feeling an elbow or a hip, something pointy in his gut. Then a strange hissing sound filled his head, and the bronzerider wondered if he'd actually struck it upon the stone without realizing it. But no, whirling eyes, that was...
"OH!" he cried, suddenly throwing himself off of the person and to the side. His senses had come back to him rather suddenly, and the bronzerider was aghast to realize that he had failed to roll off the poor person immediately. He stumbled hastily to his feet, pushing back his blonde hair to view the victim, and his jaw fell open in a manner quite unbecoming.
The Jr. Weyrwoman. Crown.
"Are you all right?" he exclaimed, kneeling immediately beside the girl. He raised an arm a moment later to protect himself, fearing that angry bronze flitter might throw itself at his face. "Should I call a Healer?" M'kel's jaw was clenched with concern, and not just for the fact that she would likely slaughter him once she recovered. The girl was so bony and frail; there was no way he hadn't broken something in her!
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 1, 2009 0:25:11 GMT -5
I did my best to notice when the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender I was brought, But I was kind. And sometimes I get nervous, When I see an open door. Close your eyes, Clear your heart... Cut the cord It tends to be one thing when you slip from your footing on wet stairs to start soaring through the air. It's another thing completely to be fallen on after you have made this silly mistake. And it happens to be a third thing entirely when the person who has landed on you doesn't get off despite the shoving and flailing you do. However, the last strike in this whole big problem was the little Bronze flitter popping from the air with angry chatters to land on her face and scramble around trying to find a hold. The firelizard was angry as hell, chattering around and making a fuss at the man who had hurt His. Under Glomp, the tiny girl began to kick and flail, as much as she could with her body weight. She did succeed, in the end, to hear a small noise as though she had caught him in the stomach with a knee, and she was oddly pleased by her aim. But one kick didn't make it out for her, and she fought to get her hands out from under her body so that she could use proper leverage and shove the person from her.
'OH!' She found herself free quite by chance - the thing on top of her had gone, and she was free to guzzle the air greedily. The room was spinning, and she fought to stop that and swipe at the critter on her face. "Glomp." She hissed out his name as she wrapped nimble hands around him, and pinned him against her chest. He moved his head around and continued hissing, but he didn't put up resistant from His. Crown was ignoring the Green Euphoria, trying to sooth the hearty Bronze. "Hush, you." The blue-eyed girl tried to put a rein on her flit, and croaked out the words, but it didn't make much of a difference - Glomp was angry as hell against the person who had harmed His, even in this small capacity. Crown just let him be, laying on the floor and hoping that the other person would leave before she came to her senses enough to kill them - she had a reputation she had gathered here. However, as the person started speaking, all the thoughts of anger ran from her thought with the blood from her face. 'Are you all right?' Shard it. That was M'kel, the Bronzerider of Tirenth.
Ezelth had paced to her ledge, peering out at the sun with worried eyes. Mine? The girl was ignoring her, but she wormed her way into her mind to understand what was going on - M'kel had run into her. Tirenth's. Not at all worried - although she wished Her's would get to they weyr so she could exam her herself, she reached out to a mind near by. Your's just ran into Mine, Tirenth. You really must put him on a tighter leash. She was joking as she said it, but it showed her displeasure in the fact that the man had hurt Her's - it was annoying, to say the least, and despite knowing the pair she wasn't pleased at all. I hope you two enjoyed the thunderstorm, at least? It was beautiful, was it not?
She heard him thump down next to her head on his knees, and closed her eyes tighter as she fought to rise up on her own put. It was very embarrassing to be flat on your back with a man kneeling next to you. The embarrassment showed in her quick movements and cold demeanor, the emotion translated by anger. Of course, the world began to spin as she did so, and she loosened her grip on Glomp, but the Bronze was too worried about His to chase off some human. When she was standing, he would run off the invader. All that Crown wanted to do, all that mattered, was rising and escaping with as much grace as possible infront of this man. There was too much history here - he knew too much about her and Ezelth that other's didn't even guess. What bothered her most was that she wasn't a weakling, but he saw in pain most of the time she was around him. It bothered her more than it should to have their situation in these aspects. Of course, the girl didn't make it nearly up on her own two feet. Crown managed just enough that she was half sitting up, her eyes tightly shut as he nattered at her. 'Should I call a Healer?' Oh Faranth. "No!" It was gasped out, even as she dropped a hand off of Glomp to wave it in the air. The Bronze took the moment to shoot free, scrambling out from under His's hand to go and begin diving at the man that had hurt His, screaming insults and scolding at him in turns. How dare he hurt His!?!
It took her a few moments to blink and find the room settling down, but it did. Only when she was sure she wouldn't throw up, with the nausea settled, did she open her eyes to glare at him. "Watch where you're goin'! Don't you know people walk up the stairs, not believing that some heavy lug would fall on `um?" She was up against the wall at this point, having lunged forward as she berated him and grabbed the large Bronze. Now he was cradled in her embrace, tucked against her chest and covering her up nicely as she brought her knees up as well. "Dun' ya know how ta give a warnin' out, Bronzerider M'kel? Or perhaps, you weren't thinking. I'm not surprised." Irritated, she nevertheless didn't move. She could think now, as her head cleared, and she knew that if she moved she would start the nausea again or tearing up from pain. Plus, she really didn't want him seeing her clothing was dripping wet and far too clingy.
So instead she looked over at him, blue eyes flashing with strawberry blond stuck along her forehead. "Dun' even think about calling the Healer's, my bucko! I'sa bump, and I'll be fine. But," and here her eyes got dangerously icy with anger and clear amusement, "I should sic Glomp on ya!"
Are we human? Or are we dancer? My sign is vital... My hands are cold... And I'm on my knees, looking for the answer. Are we human? Or are we dancer?
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Post by M'kel on Jul 22, 2009 22:32:05 GMT -5
Just as he'd expected, the Jr. Weyrwoman was anything but pleased. M'kel groaned inwardly as the girl lay prone, clutching her screeching bronze flitter to her chest, and refused to open her eyes. She couldn't be unconscious, for the grip on that fire lizard was certainly firm, but she was obviously in some pain. Her slender young face was twisted in a small but evident grimace, and she seemed to be struggling to gather herself and master the pain.
Ezelth! Tirenth suddenly spoke, in an extremely surprised tone, as the Queen addressed him unexpectedly. He'd been half-asleep as it was, waiting lazily for his rider's return, and the Queen's sharp tone caught him quite off guard. M'kel, who was privy to these thoughts, froze. Oh, that was the last thing he needed, for this girl's angry gold to come soaring down on his head, talons extended for his neck...
Tirenth, however, had the situation somewhat under control, for he was recovering far better than his rider had thus far. I apologize sincerely for my rider's clumsiness. Do not fear, though, he does not go uninjured, and the act was far from intentional. He deeply regrets any pain he has caused yours, and was perhaps too over-eager to fill his stomach after waiting for the rain to end.
Her second question took the bronze by surprise again, as it was so different in nature. Ah, but maybe the first was more of a joke than hostile...one never could tell with Queens. The storm? Well, it was rather inconvenient, as mine and I were hoping to go to a cove...but, um, yes, lightning is...exciting? he finished weakly. Really, what was beautiful about a dreary old rainstorm?
Meanwhile, M'kel was waiting anxiously by Crown's side and beginning to wonder if he had actually knocked the senses right out of the girl, even if her hands continued to function. However, she moved herself into a sitting position shortly and gasped out a firm command that assured him she was still fully cognizant. Her eyes flashed open, the bronze flitter lunged, and M'kel had only a moment to think how perfectly predictable it was for this girl to deny the offer of aid, before his hands flew up to protect his face and attempt to fend off the assailant.
Thus, he missed her repeated blinks, as she sought to steady herself, and was only able to hear her latest tirade after the bronze flitter had been captured once again. The bronzerider was splayed backwards now, sitting on the stone of the ledge with both legs sprawled out in front, one arm supporting him from behind, and the other still covering his face. Slowly, M'kel lowered his arm and tilted his head upward to regard the young woman. She was scrunched up against the wall, clinging to that flitter as if to life, and the look on her face was far more venomous than her words.
M'kel sighed and waved a hand as if to fend off more insults, especially after that sarcastic remark about his inability to think. "I'm very sorry, Crown," he murmured, meeting her sharp blue eyes with soft hazel ones. "The stairs were very slippery, and I admit that I was off in my thoughts at the moment that I fell. Foolish, and normally, I would have hurt only myself. Even plummeted to my death perhaps... So I guess I should be thanking you and apologizing all at once. You caught me, and I crushed you. Really, are you all right?"
In response to her repetition of the fact that he should notsummon the Healers, M'kel nodded wearily. What would it matter to him if she fell into a concussion in a candlemark or two... Might get those dagger-sharp eyes off his back for once.
"And I believe your 'Glomp' already had his way with me," M'kel replied, slightly sarcastic, as he gestured with his arm to show the torn wherhide. "Never fear, I won't be attacking you again any time soon with such a diligent watchdog at your side."
It was time for Pixie, sweet darling Pixie, to make her appearance. The little green popped into the air above her bonded's head, fluttering down to land lightly on his shoulder. She then took a moment to preen, before casting her whirling-eyed gaze breezily in the bronze's direction. She chirped a light greeting before returning to fiddling with her already pristine wings, though her whirling eyes continued to sneak glimpses of the bronze from time to time. M'kel rolled his eyes mentally, but he couldn't help but be thankful if the little green's distraction was enough to keep that bronze from tearing his jacket to pieces again.
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 23, 2009 12:00:13 GMT -5
There's a chip on my shoulder And it's big as a boulder With the chance I've been given I'm gonna be driven as hell Ezelth! Taking amusment in his surprise, the young Queen stretched out on her ledge and raked her claws on the stone, oddly cat-like. Yes, that would be me. Crown - who was listening to the conversation because it was amusing, stifled her laughter. She did like being Impressed to a dragon that had a quick mind and a faster response time. I apologize sincerely for my rider's clumsiness. Do not fear, though, he does not go uninjured, and the act was far from intentional. He deeply regrets any pain he has caused yours, and was perhaps too over-eager to fill his stomach after waiting for the rain to end. But she did like a dragon who could handle His so well, and manage to make it all better in a few words. Gold figure settled down on the ledge, letting the warm sun curl around her form and dry off the rain droplets, while she waited for him to answer her second question. The storm? Well, it was rather inconvenient, as Mine and I were hoping to go to a cove...but, um, yes, lightning is...exciting? She laughed gently, the young Gold. Not many of the dragons were very fond of the storms. It was a pity that they did not realize what was right outside. But it was time for her to use her words properly, and accept what she had started.
Your apology is accepted, Tirenth, for Your's seems kind enough, and I doubt he would purposely hurt Mine. Well, while she was protecting Her's no one would hurt Crown. Many people wouldn't mind hitting Crown, Ezelth suspected. It was just lucky that she was here to watch over the girl, even if Her's was too stubborn to accept the help. It was why it was a subterfuge game, their whole bond. I am sorry Your's was hurt, however, and I will pass on his regrets to my Own. Please tell Your's that I hope he feels better. Her tone lightened conceivably now. And perhaps I will try to stop her never ending attack against him to let him go eat something. She did enjoy the sun after a rainstorm though... Yawning, she thought of something else. I will show you a rainstorm, Tirenth, when the next one comes out. They are more fun then you would expect. You can even bring Yours, if he promises not to hurt Mine.
She had to realize one thing as she sat against the wall and mused - this was one way to see the officious Bronzerider. He was sprawled backwards on the stone floor, and he looked... Almost normal. Generally he was a tall, imposing figure that always made Crown feel short - this was a good look for him, she decided. A wave of his hand - pompous idiot - made her close her mouth and listen, still scowling. The hurt was going away already - it was more of her pride now. 'I'm very sorry, Crown. The stairs were very slippery, and I admit that I was off in my thoughts at the moment that I fell. Foolish, and normally, I would have hurt only myself. Even plummeted to my death perhaps... So I guess I should be thanking you and apologizing all at once. You caught me, and I crushed you. Really, are you all right?'
At least he wasn't going to call the Healer's... "Apology accepted." Her tone was curt, but softer, and she loosened her grip, cradling Glomp more gently. 'And I believe your 'Glomp' already had his way with me.' Arg, she hated people who mocked her Bronze lizard's name. 'Never fear, I won't be attacking you again any time soon with such a diligent watchdog at your side.' She scowled at him, lifting up her nose slightly. "Well, ya deserve it, especially if you want to mock his name." She did feel bad about the wherhide though... They cost marks that some people didn't have, and he didn't have the Weyrleader salary anymore. "Though I'll pay for that - I shoulda had the control ta stop him." Alright... So she didn't want to, but it was the right thing to do. And it was a fifty fifty chance that he would even accept her help.
Glomp was a good little flit who loved His... But when the pretty Green popped from between to land on the man that had attacked His, Glomp got distracted. His struggling stopped, and he immediately preened himself up, puffing up his already large stature to make himself more impressive. She was a pretty Green, and he chattered quietly to His with his nose pressed almost against her, sending her pictures happily. He wasn't speaking, but the meaning was clear. Look Mine, look Mine, look! She laughed, quietly, petting the soft head - she had forgotten her animosity for a few moments. "Yes, she's very pretty." Her tone was softer, sweeter, not nearly as harsh as it was when talking to other people. But the little flit didn't realize how different his treatment was. He just returned to the chirp to Pixie, friendly, and sprang down to the floor lightly, trotting over to the man's knee. There he looked up at the Green and chattered up at her gleefully, doing his best to flirt and admire.
Crown took the time to rescue Euphoria, the other Green, from the air, and rise while everyone was distracted. The Green didn't really mind that Glomp was flirting with the other Green - she was a pretty flitter, Euphoria knew. Instead she worried about Her's, sending calm to the girl as she used the wall to rise up, cradling the much smaller Green. "Well then - Bronzerider, it was a pleasure seeing you, as always." Of course, Ezelth was going to interrupt in her life once again. Mine, now then. Are you alright? The Gold rammed her way in the mind of Her's, and sat there until she could get an answer. Yes, I'm fine now. Happier now, the Queen continued. Except she transmitted it to both of the riders. Good. Then you will invite Tirenth's out. He was going to eat when you two decided to roll around on the floor, and Mine is hungry as well. It is sunny, and I wish to go to the beach where it is warm. You two can go out and eat and get "funky" with it, or whatever you children do nowadays. I need someone to watch Mine - she tends to get lost or misbehave unless she has a chaperon.
Which left Crown - who thankfully had dried enough that her shirt wasn't clinging - standing against the wall gaping at a wall. Really, that was where she knew Ezelth was, but not everyone would realize it. Of course, the young woman wasn't one to take the world silently. In a heartbeat she started sputtering, still looking up. She was shocked that her dragon had spoken to someone else, that she had said that to M'kel, that she had been neatly roped into something she didn't want. "Ezelth!" The Queen hushed her in a moment, back to speaking just to her. You will hurt his feelings! Silence, now! "No! I don't care if I hurt his feelings!" Mine, you will not be rude! You are acting like a silly fool. Stung into silence, she continued to fight mentally. I do not want to go on a picnic with him, Ezelth. Well, company will do you well, so you will go or we will have bigger problems then this. Bullied into the deal, Crown looked over at the man on the floor with blue eyes flashing - though in anger or acceptance it wasn't clear. "Well then. You have the ability to decline my..." And now a brief smile flashed through. "Gracious invitation, Bronzerider M'kel."
And then, Ezelth cut in again, speaking to the both of them with sincere regret spinning in her voice. Or not. We should move this to a different day - Mine is being summoned by one of the Queen's for a lesson. Our deepest apologies! And like a shadow, Crown was gone. Fast as lightening, she had scooped up a disgruntled Bronze, waved goodbye, and left. That had been a close one!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CRAZY TIMETHING CAUSE I'M AMAZINGLY NINJA -Moved to after the Threadfall- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Times had changed even more. Things spun around so fast sometimes, it was heartbreaking. But sometimes, the change was good. For example, the rains had brought beautiful flowers that blossomed the size of your head. Or it brought Thread, hurting many dragons and Riders. Time seemed so funny - it takes such a slow time to move, and then something just seems to jump out infront of you, as important as a change in your life.
This had happened to the middle Goldenrider pair. They were amused, the two of them, that they were the only Gold's without a twin - every other Queen dragon had a sister Gold. But this wasn't the thing that had changed. What had twisted and shattered and brought new heights to the bond they had had forged between them on that hot, steamy day nearly a turn ago. Those at the hatching still told the story of the young Queen hatching... And her rider sprinting from the sands. Ezelth had nearly gone between - it was only due to the dragons on the tiers who had begged her to stay on the sands, proud but scared out of her mind until Her's came back, shepherded by Tirenth and His. The pair weren't the best, mentally... Even as Senior Weyrlings, they had had the worst problems controlling the mental bond. But something had changed, a twist in time that stuck bold in the minds of both.
Ezelth was on her ledge, sunning. She had been restricted to her ledge and the nearby lake - dragons caught her food for her and brought her the wherbeasts. Crown was only thankful that the full grown Queen had been sent home early - she was too big to keep in the infirmary, and as a Gold worked too much influence on the dragons around her when she was in pain. So Healer's came every day, and Crown didn't leave the beautiful Queen's side. She lay on the ledge prone - she was fast asleep, still worn out from her healing. Her leg wasn't bandaged anymore - it was left open, face up to the sun as she lay on her side, her head tucked next to her Rider's.
Crown rose, quietly enough that Ezelth didn't stir, and went over to study the wound. The biggest scratch that ran slightly horizontally across her leg was scabbed over, and Ezelth complained of the itch so much that she felt as though she was a weyrling again. Around that were shiny white scars - the other pieces of hide had healed together flawlessly. Crown was thankful that it was the worst it had been, and as she walked back over to the head of her Gold, she scratched at her hand absentmindedly. She herself was still bandaged - if she left it be, she scratched until she bled. It was a scar very much like Ezelth's, though not nearly as broad - a slash across her hand that she had received while trying to beat the Thread from her dragon. For Ezelth had been struck, right at the end of the Scoring, and Crown blamed herself for it - Ezelth had shifted so that Her's wouldn't be hurt.
Their bond had changed now, and the weyr was beginning to see it. They had kept how much they weren't a real pair under wraps, but it had been plain something was wrong. Now, the dragon's gossiped around like young girls, and everyone seemed to know. It didn't matter. Out of desperation and guilt, Crown had opened up to Ezelth - the pair were beginning to work together better now, and Ezelth no longer was scolded for calling Her's Mine. The Gold stirred now, even as Crown settled down near her head. Oh, you just sat back down. But Crown was extra focused on nothing but her dragon - she had barely eaten at all, and would have not slept had the healer's not been drugging what she had been eating or her body forced her too. No, dear heart, I'm up. You itch - I'll help.
Back up she rose, over to the small kettle of numbweed she kept just for Ezelth, and slathered in on the dragon's hurt. Perhaps a little on my nose, as well Mine? Laughing softly, she trotted around to rub the golden beauty softly on the nose, before kissing her on the forehead. There. Feel better? Yes, thank you. I love you.
[/color] Crown rubbed her eyeridge softly, grinning down at the gold as all of her guilt disappeared in the bright ray Ezelth opened in her mind. I love you too. Ezelth snorted, pleased as day to here Her's say that. And the pair settled down, enjoying the sun together in silence - or so Crown thought it was silence. Ezelth, overjoyed Her's loved her again, slipped in to talk to a certain Bronze. Tirenth! Your's owes Mine a picnic - you should ask him if he could take her on it now. She has not been eating, and she needs some excitement back in her life - she and Your's get along so well, I think they will have fun! And then she blinked at herself. Oops. Sorry about that. Hello Tirenth, how are youuuuuuuu~ Could you tell she was in a good mood despite her imprisonment? I'm so close I can taste it So I'm not gonna waste it Yeah, there's a chip on my shoulder You might wanna get one as well [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by M'kel on Jul 29, 2009 14:01:35 GMT -5
((WOW. We're in a time machine! )) You're eating again?"I'm hungry today," M'kel grumbled, already on his way down the stairs to the floor of the Bowl. I'm not a dragon you know… I can't go days without eating. Yes, but most humans eat only three times a day.The bronzerider huffed, ignoring his dragon now, and strode across the Bowl into the Lower Caverns. He just wanted a nibble…that wasn't so much to ask. And they had been on duty for the past few days. M'kel was always exceptionally hungry after a round of sweepriding. Now if only he could think of a way to spend this free day. Perhaps if he could think of something to do, he'd stop eating so much. Sweeping into the Lower Caverns, M'kel glanced around to see if there was anyone he recognized. Disappointed by the sparseness of the crowd, the young man strode straight into the Kitchens to peruse the trays and bowls being prepared by the Lower Caverns workers for lunch. "Oooh, that looks great," M'kel murmured, reaching eagerly for a fresh sticky bun. "Hey! You get outta here and wait like the rest of 'em for lunch time!" a red-faced, large woman spat, smacking his hand away with a spoon. The frowning bronzerider had only a moment to think that he was never treated in such a manner when he was Weyrleader, before Tirenth interceded with a message. Ezelth has requested that you take hers, now, since you haven't yet. Apparently she is hungry for something and needs some excitement.This strange message with so many possible interpretations caused M'kel to freeze on the spot, staring right through the disgruntled Lower Caverns worker. Take Crown now? Needing some excitement? What is a 'pic-nic' anyway?"OH!" M'kel gasped, unintentionally exclaiming aloud. The red-faced woman stared at him, quirking a brow at the seeming delay in his understanding, before moving off and muttering about how he'd lost more than his Weyrleadership of late. Take her on a picnic. Really, Tirenth, you need to be more specific.The dragon didn't respond for a moment, trying to figure out what had gotten his rider all worked up, before he groaned and gave his rider a mental prod. As if Ezelth would ask you for that, even if her rider was in the mood."Haha," M'kel grated, swiping two sticky buns now that the woman was turned. "Looks like I'll be stealing for two, today, then." With that, the bronzerider scooped up some meatrolls, redfruit, and a chunk of cheese before dashing from the Kitchen, angry curses following in his wake. As the young man strode back up the stairs, headed for the Jr. Weyrwoman's weyr now, he pondered his willingness to meet Ezelth's request. Well, he had failed to think of anything fun to do today, and, most importantly, M'kel was eager to see Crown's expression when he arrived at her weyr with a picnic lunch. After all, he highly doubted that she had been a part of that request. Satisfied that his rider was fulfilling the Queen's command, for he certainly didn't want to face a gold's ire because his rider was unwilling to obey, Tirenth turned his thoughts back to Ezelth. He comes now and is looking forward to the 'pic-nic' very much. I think he has missed the company of yours, and do not worry; females always have fun with M'kel. As for myself, I am having a very pleasant day enjoying the sun! How is your leg feeling?Unfortunately for the rider, he was made privy to this exchange, and so it was that M'kel stepped onto the ledge of Crown's weyr with his face flushed by more than the climb up the stairs. He swept into a gracious bow upon spotting the golden queen, before straightening again. "What he means, lovely Ezelth, is that it would be my honour to coax a smile or two from your rider, if I'm lucky enough. Some people in the Weyr do find me quite funny…" With that, M'kel turned his grin on Crown, who was standing by the gold dragon, and proffered his arm. "Would you like to accompany me on a picnic? I've scrounged some sweet buns from the Kitchens, and the day is far too gorgeous to waste."
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Post by .K.aci on Aug 2, 2009 21:48:40 GMT -5
OhOhCee: I know! Isn't it magical? XD
Naughty minds of a young man don't get you vey far, do they M'kel? For the young woman idly stroking her dragon's eyeridges wasn't thinking of anything naughty, like men. Men all have dirty minds, children. Remember this - boys only want one thing! Which was why Crown wanted a boy dragon, closing Ezelth's ears for a moment. She wanted a guy dragon so that when she was threatened by a guy... She could sic another guy on him! One with fangs and fire-breath! But Crown was slowly beginning to see the benefits of this arrangment. She had power here - she could change things. Although she was chaffing slightly under the guideance of the older two Queens, Crown was doing quite lovely... For the most part. And as a side note, Crown is pretty pathetic, because what guy would pic on her anyway? She'd rip his face off!
Anyway, Crown was standing on her ledge, gazing out at the horizon and idly thinking that maybe she should eat something while Ezelth bespoke the Bronze. He comes now and is looking forward to the 'pic-nic' very much. I think he has missed the company of yours, and do not worry; females always have fun with M'kel. As for myself, I am having a very pleasant day enjoying the sun! How is your leg feeling? The softly colored pale Queen streached, her sensitive nose picking up the oder of human food much farther away than Crown could. Her's would shift into a creature that Ezelth respected when the man arrived, a prideful creature that let no one step on her - it was why they were the perfect pair. Of course, Her's would learn that it wasn't nice to be mean to men all the time...
Ezelth was thinking over the things that the Bronze had said, meanwhile. Hmmmm, Her's was meaner to this Bronzerider much more than she was to the other useless male's around. Did that mean something in human-ness? Female's always have fun with M'kel... Would Her's have fun today? Did that mean he would take her for a Flight? Did human's do that stuff randomly? Her's hadn't ever had sex, so Her's didn't have any memories of the stuff that Ezelth could pick through - for a fully grown dragon she was nieve on the human side of Flightness. She should ask someone... She should ask Tirenth! It was upsetting that Crown didn't explain much of the human things to her, and she wasn't about to ask. Some things take time.
Crown heard him, and she swivled around fast - his voice was too distinctive. This was M'kel, walking up the stair's on her Gold's ledge. This was not a good thing. And he was speaking to the Queen, so her quiet words of, "Whit, if ah main be sae bauld enaw tae ask, ur ye daein' haur, bronzerider?" Were drowned out. She had been quiet to try and control herself - apparently, that didn't work around M'kel. 'What he means, lovely Ezelth, is that it would be my honour to coax a smile or two from your rider, if I'm lucky enough. Some people in the Weyr do find me quite funny…' How much had she missed, daydreaming? This wasn't funny! She had missed something vital! And if M'kel was one thing, it wasn't funny. Try manwhore, try arrogant, try selfish... It wasn't funny. He turned ot her now, and offered a hand. 'Would you like to accompany me on a picnic? I've scrounged some sweet buns from the Kitchens, and the day is far too gorgeous to waste.'
Crown stared at him, and blurted the first thing that came to her mouth. "A picnic? Wi'... ye?" It was a shocked voice, as though he was a moron for asking - he was, mind you. But she also had a Queen, and it seemed like something the bossy Gold would do. "Ezelth, whit did ye dae?" The dragon, who was busy sniffing at the bastket, turned towards Her's, innocence in her very pores. Nathin'! Oi swear oi did nathin'! Oi wus jist worried for yer. After al', yer 'av taken care av me so well... Oi jist want yer ter 'av sum time oyt. An' yer 'av not eaten at al'. Oi wus worried. That of course, was a clincher. With all of the mushy gushiness running around the Weyr, it was all that the guiltridden girl could do not to fall into M'kel's arms right there, just to make Ezleth happy.
But she tried to hold out. But M'kel? The Queen blinked at her, and then turned to the Bronzerider. She sniffed him, sneezed at him lightly, and then turned back to Her's. He is a nice rider. Tirenth is kind as well. A sigh. Yes weel, Tirenth main be th' only braw a body ay th' pair. The dragon stayed firm. P'ease? Fa me? It was a clincher to beat all others. Alrecht. Fur ye. She opened her mouth, and turned to the rider, for this whole exchange had taken not more than six seconds. "Bronzerider, if ye inist. Ah woods loove tae gang oan a picnic, an' ah agre 'at thes bonnie day shoods nae be wasted, althoogh wi' ye..." The dragon - who was about to bespeak Tirenth, swiveled her head around to fix Crown with one whirling big eye. Mine, be ni'ice. The girl was caught - and Ezelth was using the guilt to her advantage... All for M'kel. What a waste. "It willnae be a waste at aw."
Now, and only now, as Crown gave the man a hesitant smile, did Ezelth focus back on the rider. She bespoke him - she saw no entertainment in dancing around with Tirenth to speak to the rider, and the nice Bronze might soften her words. Tanks for yer compliment, Tirenth's, but chucker not try ter butter me up. Oi wud loike ter nu waaat 'fun' dees dolls 'av witcha, 'owever. Wud Mine enjoy it? For oi believe yer are lyin' ter me aboyt de funniness - Mine does not tink yer are funny at al'. Well, she does, but not dat much, an' yer are tryin' ter cover up things. Scon are in me weck a silly green ter be bandied aboyt, Tirenth's, mind dat. In all Queen mode now, despite the fact she had not risen yet, she pushed her face closer and looked at him with a whirling faceted eye. Oi do not want ter send 'er on dis picnic withoyt knowin' waaat Fun yer intend ter do wi' 'er.
Thankfully, Crown wasn't privvy to this conversation - she had excused herself and sucked into her room to get changed into something picnic-y. That meant that she was in her room, throwing thing's about and trying to find the biggest shirt she had, while wrapping her hair in a towel because she had plunged in and out of the pool. Mind you, she wanted to be clean because she felt more presentable that way - not any other reason! And hse had asked Ezelth to make sure he didn't go into her room... And she was almost positive the Gold would follow that request. He could wait a few moments while she dried her short hair and made sure she was presentable!
Ezelth had made this conversation allowable to both Tirenth and His, for she didn't quite feel comfortable speaking to other dragon's Their's behind their back. Now, she turned her attention to Tirenth, and let this be a much normal conversation - she was waiting for M'kel's answer, however. Tanks, Tirenth. Oi do appreciate yisser rushin' yer's aboyt for me an' Mine. Oi wud loike ter nu waaat dis "Fun" is though - Mine 'as never mentioned ter me or anybody else anythin' dat sounds loike anyting waaat yer are chatterin' aboyt. Mine 'as missed yer's as well! But she 'ill not admit it. She is a silly tin'. I are 'avin' a pleasant day - de sun is warm, an' me leg is feelin' much better! Oi wud loike ter fly soon, an' streach me wings, if even only ter go ter de lake or de stran'. I are knackered av sittin' 'ere an' bein' alone. Well, Mine is wi' me, yer nu. Smug as a child, she pointed out to the Bronze that Her's had stayed with her and haven't left her side as she chattered to him - she really had missed company, and she was curious! Cud yer explain dis "fun" ter me? Or can yer's?
OhOhCeeGain: Lolz, this is Crown speaking in a Scottish accent, and Ezelth in an Irish. XDD If you don't understand some of that, I'll translate.
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Post by M'kel on Aug 3, 2009 21:21:36 GMT -5
((Yo yo, M'kel is in da house!))
Just as he'd anticipated, eyes trained to Crown's face for her reaction, a look of shock took hold of the girl's face. She clearly had not expected someone to calm waltzing up the stairs and into her weyr, and, by her first words, he was the last person she would have hoped for, had she been expecting someone. It was all M'kel had been waiting to see, and the bronzerider's grin only broadened. He was a little hurt, to be quite honest, for he did love the feeling of seeing a gal's eyes light up when he marched into her weyr, but it was too much fun playing with Crown to injure his pride beyond reparation.
The girl turned an accusing look on her dragon, demanding an explanation, and M'kel found himself intrigued by the interplay. It seemed that, despite the recent improvement in their relationship of late, the two were still playing games with each other. It was far from a sign of disquiet in his view; every relationship needed humour, and M'kel enjoyed teasing his bronze in similar ways. Though, unfortunately, his dragon often seemed to have the upper hand...
Crown turned back to him, then, accepting his offer with surprising graciousness, though she did pause at one point before wrapping it up nicely. It was, in fact, an acceptance so easily given that it caused the bronzerider's brow to rise, and he went still. That was it? No fighting, no glares, nothing? Either Ezelth had more sway over her rider than he'd thought possible, or the girl was caving easily because she actually wanted to go on a picnic with him.
Buoyed by this thought, M'kel was entirely uprepared for the sultry tones that suddenly invaded his mind. His mouth fell agape, and he was unaware of Crown departing for her bedchamber, frozen to the spot by the power of the Queen's mind. He had been Impressed to Tirenth for Turns now and was well-used to having a dragon speak directly into his thoughts, but Ezelth's voice was so foreign, so enchanting, and so commanding that it left M'kel momentarily senseless (though Tirenth would argue that this was actually a fairly frequent state).
When the gold dragon leaned close, fixing him with a massive whirling eye, the bronzerider actually shifted backwards slightly. "Well, y'see," he sputtered, wishing to turn her suspicious gaze from him as quickly as possible, "I'm a straight-up type, right, and I be respectin' the ladies, dun't you worry 'bout dat. Would Crown enjoy a ride? No doubt, no doubt, but I ain't the type to be demandin'. No, I wasn't intendin' none o' dat, fo' real. Fun in dis case would be a hike, a picnic, and some time in da jungle. If dat's a'ight by you, o' course." He looked up at the gold warily, letting his thoughts be open to the queen if she wished to double check. 'Fun' like that with Crown! That'd be the day. As to what the actual definition of that 'fun' would be, well, he'd leave that to Tirenth.
The bronze had been listening in on the conversation so far and was highly amused. It was far from enjoyable to have a Queen turning that kind of questioning on him, but he liked watching his rider squirm from time to time. When Ezelth's thoughts narrowed in focus to select only him, the bronze actually sat more upright in his weyr, as if she could see him and would be criticizing his posture. I am glad, indeed, to hear that you are feeling better. May Rukbat's light kiss your radiant hide in the Feeding Grounds and Lake again soon. And I am always...or usually here, if you are wishing for a conversation. As to the 'fun' I was referring to... the dragon paused, shooting his rider a mental glare for not explaining this himself, since the gold seemed so insistent on learning it, I'm sure you've witnessed, or heard of, a Flight by now. Humans like to...make eggs quite frequently, without actually producing anything. It seems frivolous, I know, but they tend to derive some pleasure from it. Well that was awkward. He supposed the young gold would learn it for herself, soon enough, when she rose.
Eager to leave the weyr, partly to escape the intimidating gold and partly because his stomach was insisting he speed up this picnic, M'kel called out to the girl, "Yo, Crown! Sup wit da delay? No need prettyin' ya'self for meh, we gonna be bushwhackin' anywho! Fo' real, the food's gettin' cold as ice, sista."
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Post by .K.aci on Aug 6, 2009 0:55:20 GMT -5
The bard who tells this tale is one who finds humor in the smaller things, and he settles his old bulk next to the warm fire. For it is winter when this tale is told, and he is old - he has seen seasons and seasons go by as he has traveled for the stories of the time. Faces crowd around him, children are hushed, and the wrinkled man closes his eyes. For a tale such as this, in the time when knights and steeds roamed, he would need a moment to think over what he would say. But brown eyes flashed open, and in a strong voice for one so old, he picked up his story.
For a moment, Crown held her position, still in the room, and just studied it. Blue eyes watched as the weyr went by: a simple bed made neatly, the furs a haphazard pile at the bottom nearly falling off... Thick beautifully woven carpets she had filched and bartered from random knights to cover the whole floor in a scattered mirage of colors and textures felt warm under her toes, and she wiggled her feet in deeper while she thought. A rack in the corner held carefully rolled records, stuffed full to bursting and yet organized exactly to her liking... Two doors she had spent a bored afternoon splattering paint all over so they had odd patterns dancing o'er them, one leading to the bathroom and one to the outside... An old, heavy wooden chair that had so many knives sticking out of it looked like a grandmama's pincushion - when she got angry she just threw knives at it and pretended it was the person - with an old, worn and polished desk that had been taken from an old weyr. The desk was covered with bits of parchment, quills, and other odd-bobs... A huge pile of cushions pushed together like a nest was her sitting place in the other corner, with a basket full of scraps and needles placed next to it. That was under a small table that held a whetstone and a fingerling in a bowl... But even as Crown's eyes fixed on the fingerling, "Fuzzy," she wasn't seeing it. She was actually staring through the wall in her mind where Ezelth was - trying to pierce through the golden touch.
Mind you, it was only guilt that was forcing her to meekly accept the invitation - Ezelth was trying to repay Crown's devotion, and the girl had been so lacking on the devotion part of their lives that she now tried to over hard to make up to the gold. What rider actually squirmed over being a goldrider? Every girl dreamed of riding the beautifully glittering creatures that held so much sway and power of the castle's in Pern... Except the girl's who dreamed the truly impossible. An older Crown was beginning to understand the power she wielded, the power she had... But a Crown from before still hesitated. The girl, in nothing but a clean breastband and under clothes, standing in her room with her hair wrapped in a dry clothe, was trying to listen in on the conversation. Ezelth was oozing curiosity... And speaking. That worried the girl who would have to deal with it all at a later time. What was that stupid man saying?
Ezelth, meanwhile, had accidentally loosened the walls that kept Her's out. She hadn't had them up for a long while - there had been no reason to keep Her's out. But Ezelth didn't realize the effect her mind would have on other people - the Bronzerider seemed to bend under her will. Ezelth was a fair and kind Queen, so she tried to back off the power as much as she could - it was just what was, she realized quickly. 'Well, y'see, I'm a straight-up type, right, and I be respectin' the ladies, dun't you worry 'bout dat. Would Crown enjoy a ride? No doubt, no doubt, but I ain't the type to be demandin'. No, I wasn't intendin' none o' dat, fo' real. Fun in dis case would be a hike, a picnic, and some time in da jungle. If dat's a'ight by you, o' course.' She listened quietly, trying not to poke around at his thoughts as much as she deemed impolite - after all, she would be quite irritated if this was Tirenth to Her rider. She would wait to address the rider, however, for Tirenth was speaking to her, and she far more enjoyed speaking to him.
I am glad, indeed, to hear that you are feeling better. May Rukbat's light kiss your radiant hide in the Feeding Grounds and Lake again soon. And I am always...or usually here, if you are wishing for a conversation. As to the 'fun' I was referring to... A pause, and Ezelth squared her shoulder's mentally. Was it really that big of a deal that the Bronze would not answer her demands? She would force Her's to more detail, later. I'm sure you've witnessed, or heard of, a Flight by now. Humans like to...make eggs quite frequently, without actually producing anything. It seems frivolous, I know, but they tend to derive some pleasure from it. Silence, for a few moments as the Queen took all of this in and used what she had learned before to put the pieces together... Though Crown had yet to start listening, she believed she was of an understanding with what was going on. Oh, deary her. The pair were explaining about sex to her dragon. Now she began to rush, running around the room to find clean clothing that was suitable for running around in the jungle, while at the same time focusing on the Queen. It lead to more than a few stubbed toes, especially, when Ezelth started speaking.
The Queen drew back from Tirenth's now, settling at the mouth of the tunnel again and looking down mournfully on her leg. It itched again... As long as thou respecth Mine, please, Tirenth's. If I may be so bold enough to say... What did she think? What did she know, of Crown's love life? But Ezelth was not bonded to Crown for nothing - she knew something more of what the girl felt for the man who had always been around for her. I do believeth she would rather enjoy a Flight with thou, although Mine would never speak or show such trivial signs of weakness. She is a subtle person, she is. But methinks I know how she feels, even if she does not realize she truly believes thou art a decent human. A ramble through the trees would be good for her, and she does need to eat more. For this, indeed, I thank thee from the bottom of mine heart, noble knight. And with that, the Queen exited his mind, quite gladly. She much preferred Her's mind - she didn't know how Tirenth stood it in there.
Now the gold - still looking down mournfully on the large mass of scabs - turned to Tirenth, her mind a softer place than it was, now that her curiosity had been satisfied... For now. But if there was one thing the Queen enjoyed, it was the way that Tirenth bespoke her. He always treated her as though she was just another dragon, with an eloquent tongue. Mind her, there were differences, but they were subtle. I thank ye, thou art too kind, my good sir, to shower such praises on mine ears. I doeth realize that mine tawdry questions may have caused thee embarrassment, and for that I thank thee with all mine heart. It is just that Mine seems to come by no pleasure from it however, so I found myself lost in our riveting conversation. I apologize for speaking with thine's rider, truly I do. It was not my place.
The girl had finally managed to find her clothes - a pair of huge earth brown breeches that had to be belted to stay on, and a light, creamy tunic that looked as though it could fit a much larger man - and throw on her boots when she heard yelling from outside. 'Yo, Crown! Sup wit da delay? No need prettyin' ya'self for meh, we gonna be bushwhackin' anywho! Fo' real, the food's gettin' cold as ice, sista.' She had realized, just as Ezelth's mind had slipped open and the dragon was about to speak, that she couldn't do anything to stop the words - so she slammed her own door shut. She didn't need to know what was going on before she walked out - so with a last run of her fingers through her red tinted blond hair, she carefully walked forward onto the ledge. "The delay is nothing, sir. I was not cleaning myself for ye, however, Bronzerider. I merely sense the need to put the proper clothing on for this outing. Slippers were not the thing to go outing in. It is a shame the food is getting cold, however, I doubt that thou would ever let it fall to that extremity. Come, let us go then. I wilst follow thee where forout thoust will lead."
She paused a moment, to quickly lather a handful of numbweed on the itching part of the Queen, and to kiss her on the nose that had snaked down to rub at her like a feline. If thoust needth me, I shall return on the wind's back. The Gold only denied her request, settling back in the sun. No - Go, enjoy yourself. I will find mine own enjoyment here. All I ask of ye is that thoust will try to not be so hard on the man. He worries of your thoughts on him. Casting this last part off as her dragon trying to understand the people around her - afterall, M'kel cared what no one thought most of the time - she agreed. I will try. But she would still have fun. She stopped at the top of the stairs, gesturing to him. "Please, rider, I ask that thoust will take the stairs first - I do not wish to have thou land on me, as you found it necessary to do before." A pleasent smile - was it an insult? And the picnic was on its way. "Lead on! I will follow ye."
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Post by M'kel on Aug 6, 2009 22:27:35 GMT -5
Thankfully, the gold dragon finally shifted away from her intimidating pose of towering over him, settling into a more comfortable stance. M'kel bowed sincerely at her request to respect her rider. "I would dream of nothing less," he murmured. Her comments regarding the likelihood of Crown enjoying a 'Flight' with him caused the bronzerider to colour ever-so-slightly, for he wasn't sure yet that she quite understood the meaning, and he was entirely sure that the last thing Crown would desire was a 'Flight' with him.
Apologize not for thy words, I will have none of it. Nay, it is an honour, far from an insult, for thee to bespeak mine-own rider. Once more, it hath been proveth to me that thou art the noblest of Queens. Lovely Ezelth, if ever thou wishes a conversation, though I mightn't be the best with words, your Tirenth is always at your service.
Finally, the goldrider they'd been discussing for so long decided to make a re-appearance. M'kel turned instantly to face her, one arm up to his shoulder where the sack of food was hanging, the other propped on his hip. The bronzerider couldn't help it but give the girl a thorough once-over, for he was curious as to how she'd been 'readying' herself in there for so long. And the results were...well, they were a little surprising.
"Proper clothing for this outing?" he echoed, brows quirking in a mix of amusement and befuddlement. "How doth thee figure that garments as loose as those art fit for a slog through the jungle? Why, I will no doubt be untangling thee from every bramble bush we pass." M'kel was grinning, though, as he said it, and already heading for the stairs once more. He really didn't expect her to change again.
Before he could proffer his arm once again (perhaps he enjoyed the feeling of rejection...), Crown curtly directed him down the stairs in front of her. This caused the bronzerider to grin even more widely, recalling their less-than-comfortable meeting on the stairwell not so long ago. "Wouldst thou presume that I intend thee harm? For certainly, I am an honourable man and could think no such evil thing." Tirenth guffawed silently at that. Honourable.
Ignoring his brutish dragon, M'kel bowed again, this time with a flourish, before stepping lightly down the stairs. "Thy wish is my command, fair maiden." He took the stairs quickly, not wanting to give her time to catch up with him and beat him about the head, or worse, yell at him some more. At the bottom, however, the bronzerider paused to allow her time to catch up.
((Now I will play a magic trip and zoom them across the Bowl and into the Valley, just entering the jungle. Cause really, they're never going to get anywhere otherwise.))
As they entered the outer edges of the jungle, M'kel eyed Crown's excessively baggy clothes doubtfully, once more. However, she seemed to be determined to prove some kind of a point, so the bronzerider shrugged it off. He, in contrast, was clad in much more sensible attire, including a dark green, button-up tunic and a pair of slack brown breeches. Thus, he was able to travel quite easily through the underbrush, until he struck upon a trail.
The bronzerider was silent for a time, mulling something over. Finally, he spoke up, voicing his thoughts in a rather rehearsed manner. "Truly, m'lady, I was rather pleased to learn of thy dragon's request. It hath been my intention to meet with you, in such a manner, for some goodly time." Little did foolish M'kel know how such a statement would sound to Crown, since he was unaware that she had gleaned the topic of the discussion he and Tirenth had been having with Ezelth. "In fact, I hath been planning this for nearly a Turn." He paused to step over a log, eyes fixed on the trail ahead. "I feel it only right that I bequeath unto you the wisdom I gained as Weyrleader, now that thou art Jr. Weyrwoman."
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