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Post by D'gellin on Sept 14, 2009 21:32:29 GMT -5
It wasn't until Glomp squawked in alarm that D'gellin truly registered the presence of the miniature bronze. "Sorry, I think I startled your friend." He smiled apologetically, a little D'gellin sneaking into his mannerisms, and had to refrain from putting a hand to his own heart. Shards but the flitter had nearly given him a heart attack! "I don't suppose I can win him over with meatrolls? I had saved this for - " D'gellinmine, do use your brain! D'gellin hesitated as he reached for his pack. Oh shard it all, two seconds in and he'd already botched it up. What was it about women that made him so inclined to babble out the truth? If he admitted to having one firelizard, let alone two, he'd be digging his own grave. Apprentice Harpers didn't just happen to have firelizards. They weren't exactly an everyday commodity. "my canine." He choked out, feeling the lie burn in his cheeks. "But I don't think he'll mind." Yeah, of course he wouldn't mind, he wasn't real! She doesn't know that.[/color] Lancetoth reasoned. Yeah, but I do...
When he chanced a glance back down at her, a peace offering of meatroll having been fished from his bag, D'gellin felt himself freeze. Her cool voice sent a shiver down his spine, though not from fear of letdown but rather excitement. He must have done something right after all because she was actually responding to him. In the way he'd always hoped girls would respond! Real life word play!
Shards what was he supposed to do now?
"Oh you'd be surprised." Gellin replied easily, or what he hoped was easily, histrionic half-grin imitating confidence. "Even carefully guarded time has a habit of slipping away unexpectedly." He winked, playing along with her jests. "Though I don't doubt your fortitude in the least." It was amazing what a little mental encouragement from one's dragon and a playful response from a pretty girl will do for one's assurance. It was just when D'gellin was starting to think, well hey, maybe this suave stuff wasn't so tricky after all that - Gulp! - his eyes widened as she caught his shirt and leaned in, effortlessly popping his personal bubble with just a little more than a whisper. With his mouth safely shut against incoherent attempts at speech, he mutely and obediently nodded his head in agreement to her terms, totally blown away.
Fortitude nothing, this girl wasn't strong as Hold, she was a sharding Weyr stocked with Wings! As soon as she'd released him, D'gellin plopped quite unceremoniously into the seat beside her, wide blue eyes blinking stupidly for a moment, as though judging weather or not she was binge serious. Seriously? He couldn't help it, first a cough of laughter escaped him and then came the hapless chuckling, hand rising to his masked eyes. "Oh shards, I'm not that bad, am I?" He peaked out from under his hand, a wide grin deepening his dimples. "It's a pleasure M'Lady." He briefly bowed his head, one hand sweeping out in a playful sitting bow. Coincidentally, this was the hand still holding the meatroll. His mouth had started to form a 'D' when Lancetoth sent warnings blaring into his head, catching the lad before he could give his truest identity away. "Gellin at your service."
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Post by M'kel on Sept 20, 2009 23:14:05 GMT -5
As his young apprentice swaggered off without a word or even twitch of hesitation, M'kel felt a glimmer of doubt. Maybe he'd made a mistake... Perhaps D'gellin wasn't quite ready yet. After all, they'd barely discussed the 'too hot for my tunic' technique, whereby a man would expertly flick open his topmost button while the lady was glancing away, proceeding downward with subtlety and grace until her gaze couldn't help but be caught. Why, he hadn't even gotten to the 'purr with my eyes' or 'talking isn't all I can do with these lips' moves, and D'gellin still had so much to learn about smooth talking and...
But the real niggling feeling at the back of M'kel's throat was a growing fear that he may have made a mistake in sending the young bronzerider after this 'peach' in particular. After all, there was always the possibility that D'gellin's fumbling charm might actually win the girl over. "Shard you, aren't you a selfish prig," he muttered to himself, smiling disarmingingly as a round, sweating man who was lumbering past with a sticky bun stuffed halfway into his mouth cast him a strange look. Really now, there were plenty of young lasses in sleek dresses prowling about like lionesses with a grace that beckoned him onward.
But this one... Was that a sprinkling of laughter he caught? D'gellin was doing well already, if that was the case. Carefully, M'kel shot a glance backwards over his shoulder at the pair, just in time to catch the girl reach up and catch D'gellin by the tunic, pulling him close. Wow. The boy was doing a lot better than he'd expected!
Before he realized what was happening, curiousity taking hold, M'kel was edging closer to the two. He convinced himself that it was purely out of scholarly motivation, a teacher eager to follow the progress of his pupil, but the sweat beading on the back of his neck said otherwise. "Sorry," he mumbled hastily, nearly knocking over another man who'd been taking advantage of the shade offered by the fruit stall.
Worrying he'd gone too far, the bronzerider stopped abruptly, fiddling with his mask for a moment. He was just in time, it seemed, to catch D'gellin's introduction. Well then they hadn't proceeded too far, at least. Really, what was he doing?
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Post by .K.aci on Oct 27, 2009 20:58:51 GMT -5
It didn't take her long to gain control over the flit, although he was a hefty young man, and she wrapped her hands around his wings until he stopped spitting angrily at the man. His apology helped, as he felt His calm down, and the man's words were gentle - 'Sorry, I think I startled your friend.' Cladi couldn't help but grin back, taken with his cute little grin. He was a sincere person, if manners be told! 'I don't suppose I can win him over with meatrolls? I had saved this for - ' She barely heard his hesitation, for Glomp had caught on to the new idea of this man feeding, and had begun to struggle again, this time in happiness. Eager for his snack, he was fighting to reach the young man, and she had her hands full with him. 'My canine.' She did catch his red face, and she ducked to hide her smile. He probably had a feline, and thought it wasn't manly enough. He really was cute, in an endearing way. 'But I don't think he'll mind.' Sure her face was composed, she gently released the Bronze, nodding. "If you're sure your canine wouldn't mind, than Glomp would be pleased." Indeed, the flitter was very happy with this new friend now!
'Oh you'd be surprised. Even carefully guarded time has a habit of slipping away unexpectedly.' His wink made her shiver delightfully - she was having fun with this! 'Though I don't doubt your fortitude in the least.' A snarky grin, and she nodded, lifting up a delicate chin. "I would hope not! I have more fortitude than most, I'll have you know." The Gold was idly pleased with Her's newfound skills, and let her know gently. You are doing quite a marvelous job, MineOwn. Look see, you made him speechless. Giddy, the girl agreed - she did! Maybe she knew more about this stuff than she thought she did! It helped that he sat down when he asked, and began to laugh. Color rose to her cheeks, and she straightened her shoulders, thinking he laughed at her - but no, he was laughing at himself, as the words showed quickly. 'Oh shards, I'm not that bad, am I?' She let her own smile shine through, biting a lip demurely. "No, not at all, My Lord." But he wasn't done with pleasentries, and she found herself enjoying his sweet eagerness. 'It's a pleasure M'Lady.'
She was touched by the royalty of the gesture, and gave an elegant sitting curtsy - "The pleasure is all mine, my lord!" A low laugh, even as she had his name. 'Gellin at your service.' But even as they were gaily going back and forth, Glomp had been eagerly gnawing and scuffling about his treat, and had just fastened his jaw into the succulent treat when the man decided to bow. Off he flew, being swung sideways and practically thrown from the bench. With an outraged whistle he popped between and back out on His's shoulder, chattering angrily at the man and showing His what happened, as if she hadn't been there. This man was evil! Tricking poor, innocent him! Poor Glomp, it was the epitome of evil, especially when Euphoria - the dainty, pretty Green who had been calmly in her lap - took that moment to dive from her lap and snatch the tasty snack, eating it neatly in two bites. This was the final straw, for Glomp, who let out a heartrending whine and dove into her lap, curling there and refusing to respond to anyone, while Euphoria gladly clambered into the man's lap and began to hum.
That was the end for Cladi. If her flit's liked him, than he must be alright. Laughing at the antics, she covered her mouth with her hand and gestured. "That's Euphoria - she likes you." Petting the sore flit in her lap, she turned her attention to the man more firmly, and reverted back to his first question. "No, you aren't. I just have no patience with fluff being thrown about. I tend to think I am a very down to earth person." Her dragon snorted in her weyr, but it was absentminded - she was thinking. The girl only scooted herself closer to Gellin and peered up at him through thick eyelashes. "Isn't it exciting though? I've never been to a gather before like this, and everyone being in masks gives it such a grand look! Have you, My Lord Gellin?"
Meanwhile, Ezelth had taken her own steps. Searching forward, she sought out a mind she rarely spoke to, speaking softly. Hello Lancetoth. How do you fare this evening?[/i] Pushing past pleasantries, she went straight for the heart of her matter. Pardon me, but did Your's go to the gather this evening? I mean, of course he did not go, as they have been... Forbidden...[/color] Her tone was dancing, light, scathing at the insult riders had been given. It just makes me pause, for a moment, for Mine is making a new friend, and I know your rider to be called D'gellin... Mine has no idea, I am just curious. I think it is good for her to be free, without the weyr politics.[/size][/font]
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Post by D'gellin on Nov 22, 2009 16:54:01 GMT -5
((ahh! I'm sorry, Kaci, I missed you post for so long! HERE HAVE A REPLY! *tosses reply*))
"There, see?" Gellin consoled Glomp, offering up the meatroll with a sigh of relief. Flitters could be nasty when provoked, he well knew, so making an enemy of the fire lizard before he'd even had a proper introduction with the flit's mistress would have been an obstacle, to say the least. "Truce?" He questioned of the miniature bronze.
"Oh I believe it, M'Lday, no doubt there." Gellin grinned. "Oh but please, there's no need for titles. If I have people going around calling me lord this and sir that, I'm sure I'd start believing I was someone of rank." He chuckled at himself, holding up his hands to ward off the niceties. "An inflated ego doesn't do much for an apprentice." Gellin explained, tapping his forehead to indicate himself and his would-be muted self-esteem.
"Woah - ah I'm sorry." D'gellin cringed an apology as Glomp chattered angrily, likely berating the young man with all sorts of colorful fire lizard swears. He tried to offer the meatroll to the lizard again but, instead of earning the bronze's affection, he appeared to win the green's instead. "Haha! Why hello there." He murmured, tentatively scratching at her little eye-ridge. "Your loss, sir, it seems as though the lady beat you to the treat." He said to Glomp, raising his shoulders in defeat. That was all he had on him at the moment.
"It's a pleasure to meet you then, Euphoria." Gellin pronounced aloud, hoping he would be able to remember all these names without botching them up. "Eheh, I'll be sure to keep the fluff to a minimum then." He promised, one hand raising to his heart to emphasize this point, though he was surprised to find the little organ flutter in surprised delight as Cladi leaned in, her pretty eyes looking up through long lashes. Oh shards, it could take his breath away! "I..." He faltered. "When I was little. I wasn't too fond of it then though. My mother wanted to dress me up and I simply wouldn't have it. I had no interest in the frills and outrageous outfits." His teeth flashed in a guilty smile at the memory. Oh he'd driven his mother to between that day, finally stripping down to his undergarment when he couldn't take it anymore. Granted he had been quite young, young enough that any memories were probably created from his family's accounts of the incident, but still. "I have to say though, I think I'm quite enjoying this particular event." He finished with giddy cheer.
Oh! Why good day to you, my queen! To what do I owe this pleasure? Lancetoth replied, delighted (Any excuse to talk to a female, particularly one who sought him out! And such a pretty queen!). A mental laugh rippled across the connection. Mine is not attending as a dragonrider today, and is therefore not breaking any rules. Lancetoth explained merrily. Oh! Oh she'd caught them! Lancetoth hesitated in his reply, wondering if perhaps this would get his in trouble. It was one thing to attend, but another to have D'gellin's identity figured out. It was only then that it occurred to the bronze that maybe...he had just figured out who this mystery girl His was talking to actually was! Is she Yours? Mine is quite unaware as well. He added, choosing not to add that he had been fooled as well. Lancetoth's were never fooled! He was quite enjoying sharing this secret with Ezelth, however.
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