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Moody
Jun 25, 2008 12:12:22 GMT -5
Post by Skye on Jun 25, 2008 12:12:22 GMT -5
A'idin glared down at his empty mug, frowning at the fact that it was empty. He took a flask from his belt and fairly growled when he discovered that it was empty as well. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the drudges moving about the cavern.
He ignored his brown lecturing him. He had spotted Skye earlier in search of the Weyrleader. He smirked to himself, after all M'kel had been avoiding the green rider since the incident with Calith's flight.
A'idin was still upset over that whole ordeal as well, Skye could have wrapped her arms around him as well as the younger man. He sighed again and shook his head. He felt like a fool for following her around like a lost pup, oh she had given him enough attention to snag him and then she thought him full caught and ignored him.
He slammed his fist on the table at his own stupidity, of course she would have no interest in him any longer, he wasn't even a wing second here. He shook his head again and leaned back, running a hand through his hair again, sending his sandy blond hair into a ruffled mess. He straightened his shirt and adjusted his riding knots, well just maybe he should start looking for someone else, some one better then that fickle green rider.
He glanced around the cavern then, noticing that the drudges were talking about him, but he merely smiled at them. Mine are you alright? You have been acting so irrational lately,[/color] Gaelrith scolded his rider, concerned for him. A'idin sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose I'm sorry Gael, I'll be alright he told his brown, reassuring him.
A'idin stretched and looked about the cavern again, it was his off day and he really wanted some company. He knew he looked intimidating to some folks with his eye patch and scar, but he was really kind if one got to know him. He thought he was pretty good looking, standing tall at 6' even and he worked out, keeping his body toned and trim. His hair was a sandy blond with lighter blond streaks that only got lighter the longer he was in the sun. Due to time in the sun and genetics his skin was darker then most, and his one visible eye was a deep blue, nearly a sapphire color.
He tapped his fingertips against the table top thoughtfully, wondering where would be the best place in the weyr to look for some company.
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Moody
Jun 25, 2008 21:53:32 GMT -5
Post by .K.aci on Jun 25, 2008 21:53:32 GMT -5
Cheeping happily, a young Bronze flit clumsily took to the air, descending on top of a red-blonde head that started and sent him flipping back through the air. Now squawking indignantly, he righted himself carefully and chose to curl himself around her neck, sending her pictures of him crashing in walls and falling down to hurt himself. The drudge that he had landed on laughed at him quietly, but turned from what she had been slicing in the kitchens, pulling him from her neck to cradle him in her arms.
"Glomp, behave yourself!"
She reprimanded quietly, but the young creature snaked up to nibble on her chin, making a sound that was all to his own, Glomp! She laughed at him, and threw him back on her shoulder, shifting to turn and send the spice that she had been cutting into the fresh pot of klah that she had been put in charge of making. The fifteen year old drudge was small, slight, drowning in a huge tunic and breeches that were cinched together by a belt that was made of a soft rope. Ice cold eyes danced as she looked up at the handsome creature, who sparkled despite the absence of sun on his orange-ish bronze skin.
Her name was Crown, a drudge in the Weyr. A girl born to the Holder of a Minor Hold, her troubled past and proud disposition had sent her to be a drudge at the new Weyr. Now, the only drudge with a flit, she was more well known than she liked. She was here to Impress a Bronze, nothing more. Prove to the world that females are just as good as males, and that she was just as good as anybody else, despite her looks and differences. Stirring the pot, she wiped her forehead with her sleeve and looked around for something else to do. Notorious for skirting all her duties and handing them down to others, she needed a distraction, and found one.
All the drudges were talking about the Rider who's look's were slightly daunting, and he looked bored. Wasn't it a drudge's job to make sure the rider's were comfortable? Grinning wickedly, with Glomp eyeing her new person with interest, she scooped up some of the hot klah and handed the spoon off, slipping over to the man.
"Excuse me, sir."
Her voice was meek, quiet, but cultivted, as though she had spent time learning. She used to adopt the same burr as some of those born in the Lower Caverns, but she often switched in and out of it, and finally gave up.
"Would you like some klah?"
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Moody
Jun 27, 2008 11:25:07 GMT -5
Post by Skye on Jun 27, 2008 11:25:07 GMT -5
A'idin looked up at the sound of a voice and arched an eyebrow. He looked up at the girl and smiled "Yes, I would thank you," he said, tilting his head as he looked at her. He looked her over slowly. she looked like a drudge, but her voice was more cultivated then most of the kitchen workers.
He noted the fire lizard on her shoulder and smiled "Whats the little one's name?" he asked, sitting up straight. The girl looked young, probably too young for him to try and flirt with.
He shook his head slightly, deciding to see how things went "I am A'idin, rider of Brown Gaelrith," he said, standing to give her a polite bow, and a lopsided grin. He knew that she could probably smell the alcohol on his breath and he didn't much care.
A'idin sat back down and looked up at the girl, not wanting to tower over her like he felt like he was. She appeared to be dainty under those baggy clothes, but the clothes were too baggy to really tell. He smiled again and gestured to the seat across from him "Do you think they will allow you to pause in your chores long enough to keep an old brown rider some company and join him a cup of klah?" he asked with a tilt of his head. He knew he was daunting looking with his eye patch and scar, but he really was an alright guy if one would look past that, after all he had earned the scar in the past defending dragonrider's honor.
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Moody
Jun 27, 2008 12:42:20 GMT -5
Post by .K.aci on Jun 27, 2008 12:42:20 GMT -5
At almost 16 turns, Crown, despite her past, has a look of innocence on her slim face.
'Yes, I would thank you.'
A slight grin covered her face, and she set it down carefully infront of him, not even really seeing the studying eye. Crown had hung with boys for much of her life, the young queen of her minions, and thusly she had never learned to flirt or see any of the signs.
'What's the little one's name?'
Generally a rough and tumble tomboy, Crown had a soft-spot for her little Bronze.
"This is Glomp."
Hearing his name and feeling the acceptance of the male the Bronze rose and dropped down to table, thrusting himself right up to him with an interested slowly whirling eye. He smelled good! Crown laughed silently as the Bronze trannsfered the smell to His. Crown would like it, yes? Assuring him, she reached across the table to scoop him up, and he came willingly. Exceptioanlly close to His, very cuddly, he snuggle in her arms and settled his small bulk down. A baby, Crown doted on him.
'I am A'idin, rider of Brown Gaelrith.'
He rose, and she had to tilt her head back to look at him. He smelled slightly drunk, but Glomp found it an interesting combo with the musk of his dragon and his own personal smell. She had to agree with the serious thought the Bronze had put into this, hiding her laughter from him. The male was very tall, and she, at only 5' 4 1/2", was dwarfed. But not frightened, or discouarged, she bobbed her own head in acceptance to his much higher rank.
"I'm Crown, a drudge."
It was only polite to follow what he said, but she hated admitting what she was. A dirty creature, gross and used not but for the most menial chores. Indeed, most of the drudges were stupid slow creatures, dirty and accepting of their life. She had been born higher, and the only reason she took this was because she was going to Impress a dragon, not just any, but a Bronze.
'Do you think they will allow you to pause in your chores long enough to keep an old brown rider some company and join him a cup of klah?'
Crown was not afraid of much, and yet she had never seen anything quite like this man. She, instead of being ruplused by it, was strangly attracetd to it. Still cradling her Bronze, she shrugged (she honestly didn't care that much what they would allow her not and to do), she sat down and in her blunt, tactless way asked him,
"Where did you get those?"
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Moody
Jun 27, 2008 16:10:28 GMT -5
Post by Skye on Jun 27, 2008 16:10:28 GMT -5
"Glomp?" he said with a chuckle, now that was an interesting name for a fire lizard. He smiled as he watched the little bronze come right up to him. He reached out and stroked his little eyeridges before Crown scooped him up.
As she introduced herself he arched his eyebrow "Crown?" he said, nodding "That is an interesting name, but some how I get this odd feeling your more then a drudge," he muttered, shaking his head.
He sat still as she studied his face, nearly holding his breath as he waited to see what her reaction would be. He had had mixed reactions with his looks since getting his scar.
"Where did you get those?"
At her questions he could help but laugh out loud, appreciated her straight forward way, not skirting the issue. He grinned and leaned back in his seat, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Well, I earned this scar and eye patch back in my old time," he said. He leaned back forward and rested his arms on the table "It was not long after the Thread had stopped and there wasn't anything that a lot of us dragon riders could do. I was born a weyr brat and didn't really train in any craft so I had no skill other then fighting thread with Gaelrith," he took a sip of the klah she had brought him, setting the mug back on the table in front of him as he looked at her. "Much to Gaelrith's displeasure I often got drunk at nights and got into fights. One such fight a man pulled a knife on me, an unarmed man, a dragon man at that!," he said, growling.
He shook his head and calmed down, sighing "He made the comment that with Thread gone Dragons and their riders were no longer needed. As to what happened after that its fuzz, but when I came back to myself the man was dead and my face was slashed. I lost the sight in my left eye, but it was worth it to teach those people who their betters were. We dragon riders are above all others, be we male or female, we are the ones that keep them safe from the deadly Thread," he said, lightly thumping the table with his fists.
That was his honest opinion, dragonriders were better then holders and deserved the respect due to them.
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