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 Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 5:12 pm
Is today the day? Are we going to see Daramulath and his rider? Am I oiled enough? Astarteth was pestering her rider. The green was practically glowing in anticipation of keeping company with her clutch mate.
"Yes, today is the day. Yes, you look fine. No, I am not oiling you any more." That was Kallista fending off any other inquiries. Soon the watch dragons would be switching shifts and she had to meet E'rik in the kitchens. Hair pulled up in its usual ponytail, Kallista checked herself to make sure she was ready.
Astarteth seemed to have grown in leaps and bounds. The green could no longer be carried; in fact, Astarteth was almost eye level with her rider. Soon, she had heard through the rumor mill, they would work on allowing their dragons flight. Which would make things so much easier on Kallista. Giving her head an odd itch, Kallista left the Senior weyrling barracks and headed towards the kitchens. They passed by the lake and Kallista avoided staring at the body of water. It was still too soon.
Beloved. Be strong. And run well while I talk with Daramulath. Astarteth snorted at her life mate. If he can even get a word out once he sees me.
"You are looking your best, are you not" Kallista chuckled. She entered the kitchens and immediately snagged a citrus. Looking around, she wondered if E'rik had arrived yet.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 5:28 pm
E'rik had been awake early not so much in anticipation of the morning's exercise as force of habit. He'd been rising early since he came to the Weyr to steal time to practice his music, and though it had been hard on Daramulath, the dragonet had come through, and it seemed to be showing in the drills the weyrlings were now subjected to, as Dara was able to keep up with the bronzes over a length of time, though he was not as quick. For once, though, he didn't reach instinctively for his guitar case or his pipes after he finished dressing, earning him a silent question from his dragon.
I'm going running today, remember? With Kallista and Astarteth, he reminded the large brown, who was rapidly approaching enormous, and would soon be too large to go about indoors at all.
Oh. Yes. I had forgotten. That didn't particularly surprise E'rik. Dara's memory was longer than that of most dragons, but he still didn't hold onto useless, random facts well, and E'rik supposed that to Daramulath the fact that his human was going running in the morning with another human would not register. It wasn't as though Daramulath would be doing anything different. As usual, he would be watching E'rik do something he couldn't quite understand the reasoning behind and enjoying it.
The pair made their way quietly out of the dormitory they shared with the other male weyrlings and to the kitchens. There was no need for stealth anymore: E'rik knew that the people he shared space with had become accustomed to his early morning routine, and slept right through it. He didn't know if they knew what he was doing when he went out, or even if they knew he'd continued to do it after Impression, but it was enough that no one said anything.
They arrived after Kallista and Astarteth, and E'rik raised his hand in greeting as he went to fill a canteen with water. He knew he would be needing that later on. Still, he was practically dancing with anticipation. They made the weyrlings work out constantly, but there'd been little running yet. E'rik could hardly wait to take to his feet and run himself out. When he was younger he'd been good at sprinting, but he was out of practice.
"Good morning, Kallista, Astarteth," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, where his hair tickled him. He'd have to find someone to trim it soon. It was getting too long. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting long."
Taking his cue from E'rik, Daramulath looked at Astarteth, who seemed so much smaller than him, and said, Hello. And hello to Kallista, too.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 7:03 pm
Kallista spun around and noticed E'rik coming up with his brown behind him. Shards, had she been so wrapped in her own little, well not so little, green that she had neglected to notice everyone else's dragons were growing as well? She blinked her hazel eyes as she took in her fellow weyrling and then grinned. At least he looked awake enough to run. "Morning! Looking good, Daramulath! I know it hasn't been too long since we saw each other last. Growing up quick, are they not?"
Astarteth, in the meanwhile, was in full diva mode. She had settled herself into such a position that the rising sun would make her oil glint just so and she had her tail demurely wrapped around her body. Ready to watch our riders run around like herd beasts? The rising sun will keep us nice and warm.
Rolling her eyes, Kallista ignored her dragon's mood and began to stretch. She did a check first, placing her feet together and reaching down to put her palms on the ground. Looking up at E'rik, she leaned over, exposing her belly a bit. "Well, you might want to start stretching or you will cramp up right away!"
Already sweat was trickling down the back of her neck, causing the most unusual of sensations. Sooner or later, she might have to cut her coppery locks to fit under a riding helmet. Hopefully later.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:14 pm
Kallista's possibly startled reaction to his arrival surprised E'rik. It was difficult not to notice the appearance of someone whose shadow was more than man-sized and dragon-shaped. She must have been very engrossed in whatever she had been thinking. Likely the little green, who still seemed little to him, since he was paired with Daramulath the behemoth, was monopolizing (or demanding) her attention. He remembered that much about Astarteth.
Convey my thanks, please, Daramulath said very politely. He was usually on his best behavior, and this morning was no exception. And you should also mention Astarteth. She likes that.
"They are," E'rik said. "I really hope they decide to let us off some of our chores before the dragons get too much larger, or else there won't be time to oil the beasts thoroughly."
Dara nudged him, reminding him of what he wanted E'rik to tell Kallista. With a wry grin E'rik patted Daramulath's shoulder and said, "Daramulath would like me to thank you for the compliment. And reminds me that Astarteth is looking well-oiled this morning, and all the prettier for it."
I didn't say that, Daramulath said, accidentally projecting so that Astarteth could hear his denial. When he realized his error, he hastened to add apologetically, Not that it isn't true. I just wouldn't have phrased it so well. E'rik is much cleverer at expressing himself.
He followed Astarteth at a polite distance until he found himself a rock that the sun was just beginning to warm and which was large enough to fit him comfortably. Fortunately, the Weyr had many such rocks, and so he was able to settle quickly and so that he could better appreciate the view Astarteth had so thoughtfully composed. Perhaps if he just responded to her questions with one-word answers, he could keep himself out of trouble.
Testing his theory, he replied, Yes.
E'rik watched Kallista begin to stretch and remembered for the first time in months that a warm-up tended to precede any sort of serious exercise. How could he have forgotten that? Well, because it had been months or longer since he'd engaged in any serious exercise. The closest he'd come in the past three turns was playing disc toss, and while he was good at that, it was hardly the same thing as dedicated running.
"You're right," he said, though he was chagrined to find he couldn't even remember which stretches he was supposed to do, and so he mimicked what he saw Kallista doing. He was flexible enough to brush the ground with his fingertips, but his hamstrings really felt the pulling as he did it. With his head tucked toward his knees, he grimaced.
Despite his earlier resolution not to say more than a word at a time to his clutchmate, Daramulath had to remark, They look ridiculous doing that.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:22 pm
Astarteth was truly enjoying the fact she would have all the attention on herself. She was gleaming like an emerald in the rising sun. Her eyes were a calm turquoise, almost aquamarine in color whirling slowly in pleasure. Her rider was finally speaking to someone other than the others they shared a space with and it was nice talk. When Daramulath denied calling her pretty, Astar snorted and turned her head slightly away. But he quickly recovered and she gave him a long blink.
Thank your rider for saying nice things. I admit Kallista works hard to make me look so nice. And yes, I have seen my rider do much sillier things to keep herself fit. The green replied before adjusting her wings.
Not privy to her dragon's conversation, Kallista stopped and stood back up straight. She watched E'rik trying to do stretches and he was not doing them very well. Wrinkling her nose, she randomly scratched the back of her head. "Maybe we should do them together. I will go slow, you just follow my lead. Sound good?"
Taking her left leg, she lifted it back and pulled it so it touched her butt. Holding it there for a few seconds, she lowered the leg and then looked over at E'rik. "Can you do that, if not we can do something else."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:16 pm
E'rik received Astarteth's thanks with some wonder, but replied out of habit, "It's the truth, fair green. And even if Dara didn't say those exact words, he meant it, too."
It had seemed to him that the young green would be the sort to take compliments as her due, and never think thanks were necessary. Clearly Kallista had been coaching her in social niceties. She really did look good, from a human point of view. Sleek and well-oiled, and clearly showing no signs of growing heavy from too much easy living. He laughed inwardly at that. Any dragon bonded to a Runner would be disappointed if he or she thought they would be living a sedantary life. As if the Weyrlingmaster would permit such a thing, anyway.
"I'll follow as best I can," E'rik said, grimacing as he shifted to copy her next position. This one was considerably easier for him. He could still feel the stretching, this time in his quads, but it was less uncomfortable. It was a little shaming that he was so out of shape.
"Really," he continued as he shifted his weight toward the ball of his foot while bringing his free hand up to rub at his scalp in a motion oft-repeated when uncomfortable, "I used to be much better at this, I swear."
Daramulath looked from his clutchmate to his lifemate, who now looked something like a one-legged wherry performing an odd mating dance as he windmilled his free arm briefly, having become slightly unbalanced for some reason. Out of a desire not to distress his bondmate, who he was sure was already embarrassed by his comparative ineptitude, he tried not to let E'rik pick up on his amusement, and out of loyalty, he also opted to say no more on the subject of his bondmate looking silly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:56 am
Astarteth was in full preen mode now. Both the brown and his rider thought she was lovely? It must be true. She always knew she was the prettiest from the clutch, even more so than that silly gold. But she held her tongue about Yansanth.
Kallista chuckled. In turn, she lifted her right leg back and stretched it back, tugging on it. Then to her original position, she then proceeded to to lean left and touch her toes, then lean right and touch her toes. Finally, after about a candle mark of loosening her limbs, Kallista was ready.
She turned to E'rik and gave him a grin. He seemed to hold up with her routine and didn't look too wore out. Taking this as a good sign, she went over to Astarteth and gave her an affectionate rub. You be good while we run. We are just going to once around the weyrbowl and be back. Can your stomach wait that long?"
I will be fine with Daramulath to keep me company. I am sure we will become fast friends? Right? She turned quickly to the brown and looked straight at him. We can talk about how smelly you will be. How you are running yourselves skinny like those runnerbeasts.
ASTAR! Kallista scolded her dragon privately. Turning back to E'rik, she hoped that her dragon had said that Daramulath or E'rik. Clearing her throat in embarrassment, she walked back over to the brown rider. "Ready when you are. Once around the bowl sounds good."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 2:44 pm
Daramulath appreciated the view he was afforded of Astarteth's glossy hide, but with the warm sun in the sky, he was hard put to devote his full attention to her. Instead, he submitted to the heat of the sun and his rocky perch, closing his second eyelid and relaxing to the point where his wings sagged slightly, like he was melting into the stone. Not quite, but he was certainly relaxed, and no longer looking at his clutchmate, which he predicted would probably make communication with her significantly easier.
E'rik continued to follow Kallista through the warming up process, feeling a pleasant burn as his muscles were forced to recall movements they hadn't made in months. Through him, Daramulath could feel the same sort of stretching, straining feeling he experienced when called upon to use his wings, as the lessons he and E'rik attended now forced him to do. He liked the feeling, but it was hard, tiring work. He hoped E'rik found his efforts as rewarding, even if they wouldn't result in flight, as his would.
When Kallista took a few moments to briefly caress and speak to her dragon, E'rik took advantage of the opportunity to swallow a mouthful of water. Then he, too, went to his dragon and put a hand on his sun-warmed hide. He didn't need to caution Daramulath to behave or ask him about how his stomach would hold out. Dara had proven that he was able to put his physical needs aside for a time, and didn't mind doing so for his rider's sake. What E'rik said privately to Dara, therefore, was, Don't let her terrorize you too much.
I'm not terrorized, Dara replied. Just a bit...flustered.
E'rik smiled fondly at the brown and patted his foreclaw. "You'll be okay."
Yes, Daramulath agreed with his rider. And yes, he agreed with Astarteth. I hope so.
"All right," E'rik said to Kallista. "I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
He was already shifting forward onto the balls of his feet in anticipation. Once around the Bowl wasn't enough to exhaust him, but it would be plenty to stretch his legs. The Weyrlingmaster, when he had them run, didn't usually have them run more than halfway around the Bowl, but E'rik was still confident in his abilities. The Weyr was doing everything it could to keep him fit, and he was appreciative of it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 4:43 pm
Astarteth was getting warm and toasty all over. It created a sense of utter satisfaction and her eyes reflected as much. Making happy noises after Kallista rubbed on her, she blew softly at her rider. When Kallista turned back to the other rider, she settled her head on her claws. Have you tried stretching your wings yet?
She asked this just to make small talk though Astarteth was sure she would not last if the sun kept her this warm.
Kallista simply nodded her head to acknowledge E'rik. Looking back at him, she gave a half smile. "Don't forget to breath slow. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Not deep, not shallow, just even."
And with that, she took off. She normally started off with a sprint to get her blood pumping and then settled into an even pace. But with another, less experienced person with her, Kallista settled on slow jog. It felt good to stretch her legs and get back into routine. She was grateful that he didn't mention anything about her accident. Her thoughts began to settle into the rhythm of her jog. Looking back, she was happy that E'rik seemed to be holding up well.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 8:26 am
I have. I've even tried flying, though not with E'rik riding me yet. Daramulath's response to his clutchmate's question was in such a tone that it could be compared to that of a young boy admitting to climbing a forbidden tree. There was some guilt and reluctance, but it was evident he was also proud of himself. He didn't mention that he wasn't very good at the flying part yet, though he was improving. E'rik was always complimentary, but Dara suspected there might be some bias.
What about you? Do you ever practice flying? Outside of lessons, that is.
Oblivious to his dragon's conversation, though not exactly excluded, E'rik nodded. He was listening to Kallista's advice. He knew how to breathe when running, but it had been a long time, and he also knew that theory and practice were two very different things. It was unlikely he'd be able to keep his breathing as slow and deep and regular as he would like. He'd never been one for prolonged sessions of running anyway. But his experience singing had given him better control over the muscles involved with his breathing than most people had. He made a bet with himself that he could control his breathing until at least halfway through the run.
E'rik was not naturally competitive in most things. Sure, he liked to show off, which many people considered at odds with his stage fright. However, if he couldn't be the best at something, he didn't tend to compete in it until he'd reached a level of skill where he was at least among the best, and then he just saw to it that he was never in competition with people who were more skilled than he. What all this meant was that he didn't really have any difficulty with the fact that he was running behind Kallista.
He might have put in a burst of speed to catch up with her, he supposed, but that would not be the point of the exercise and would take up valuable energy that he would need for the last eighth of the run. For him, that was always the point where he put on the last burst of speed and ran full-out until the end. At least it was when he was racing. He reminded himself that he was in no state to race, and that a trained runner would hardly be an ideal competitor even so.
It took him nearly the first quarter to fall into a comfortable stride, which was marginally disturbing, since a sprinter has to be able to hit his stride at once, but once again he reminded himself that he wasn't sprinting, and that he was in no shape to consider it anyway. He wondered whether he was wanting to compete or show off, and decided it was probably the latter, and then wondered why that might be.
Thoughts, Dara? he asked, inviting his brown's input.
A little guiltily the brown replied, I would like Astarteth to be impressed.
Wonderful. His dragon wanted to impress someone, so he had competitive urges. He'd thought they'd gotten past the my-thoughts-are-yours stage. Clearly not. He was more amused than annoyed, though, and nearly threw off his breathing with a brief chuckle.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:21 pm
Really? Astarteth opened her eyelids to look the brown over again. He was a larger size than she and would do good in a flight. Twitching her tail ever so slightly, she continued to study him before making a reply. I have tried once or twice when Kallista has been sleeping. But I will see how it goes after next lesson.
Kallista had fallen into a nice steady jog. She made sure to stay conscious of the fact that she had someone following her but this was one of the few times that her mind was actually clear. As always, the bond between her and Astarteth was present but faint. Like an itch or a scar that you knew by heart. And speaking of itch, she reached up and absentmindedly scratched her head. The sweat from the job and rising sun were trickling down the back of her neck; however, her skull itched. And it hadn't before. Not a good sign with the rumor of lice spreading well...like lice. Her hazel eyes searched and took in all the details around her. Which dragon, or at least what color, was not at the Heights. The weyr folk who were heading to bed while others were just riding.
Dragon rider though she may be, Kallista could not let go of her runner roots and some habits died hard, if ever. Looking ahead, she realized that they were reaching the halfway point of the Bowl. Thankfully, Ista was not as massive as Benden was, or so she had heard from older riders. She would like to go there some day, to Benden or maybe to Fort. How interesting it would be to see SNOW! Stuff that she had heard was whiter than their sands and reflected to sun as well. How it piled up high and looked pristine before being trampled. Again, this she had heard about from other riders.
Pulling herself back gently from her random thoughts, Kallista was happy to feel the burn in her legs and sides. It meant that she hadn't been as active as she preferred lately and needed the exercise. Touching base with her beast, Kallista questioned her green. Almost done, love. Are you doing okay?
I am just fine. Daramulath was telling me how he has been stretching his wings out. He is a nice sized brown. I wonder how big he will get?
Kallista groaned inwardly at this. She still couldn't understand why her dragon was so interested in mating when she had yet to grow into her wings. Kallista, herself, had had one or two experiences in the furs or rather, stables but didn't think too much of it. Sighing, she turned back and gave E'rik an encouraging smile. "Doing okay? Holding up back there?"
Astarteth turned back to Daramulath, eyelids moving slowly and resting her tail close to his. She moved again to give the brown a better view of herself. Not that it was necessary. How often are you hunting now?
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 3:52 pm
Daramulath watched his clutchmate a trifle, a trifle uncomfortable under her scrutiny. He held very still, partially concerned that any movement on his behalf would serve only to make him look foolish, particularly if he did something that turned out to be graceless or clumsy. That awkward stage where he was almost of adult size and proportions made it so that he was presently disproportionate in many respects, and so not always as coordinated as he would like to be. E'rik claimed to be sympathetic, and assured him that human beings went through a similar stage of life that lasted for several turns, but it was not reassuring, really. He could not imagine E'rik being anything less than graceful. Perhaps graceful wasn't the term. His human was more well-coordinated and confident than graceful. Astarteth was graceful.
I practice while E'rik is awake and making music. It would be difficult to do it otherwise. He is often awake before I am, and goes to sleep after I do. Besides, sometimes he likes to offer advice, though he doesn't have wings, and knows nothing about flying. He hoped it wasn't disloyal to his bondmate to say so, but the human really knew nothing about flight, and his suggestions were largely useless.
E'rik was somewhat relieved to see that they were approaching the halfway point, and that he wasn't lagging too far behind Kallista. With an effort he convinced himself that this was not a race and chastised himself sharply for even considering it. Yes, he knew the urge to show off wasn't his own, but he was the one who had to deal with it. Dara had just planted it there.
It won't impress anyone if I collapse, panting, in a heap, he pointed out to his dragon. That's more likely to happen than not if you keep pushing me like this.
Daramulath replied with a chagrined apology and a promise to try not to superimpose his desires onto E'rik, and then turned his attention back to his clutchmate, who was uncomfortably close to him at this point. He wanted to twitch his tail away from hers so that they wouldn't accidentally touch if she forgot his tail was there. He wasn't likely to forget. But he didn't want to give offense or make it seem like he didn't want to be near her. It wasn't like that at all.
I hunt every few days, when I'm allowed to he replied, thinking of the last time he had been hunting. It had been an entirely satisfying experience.
The restrictions the Weyr put on its dragons' hunting meant that he sometimes had to hunt when he wasn't hungry at all and sometimes it seemed he was ravenous when he was finally given leave to hunt. E'rik said it was because there were too many people living in the Weyr and so they had to make sure no one took more than their fair share. When he was feeling particularly starved, Dara would point out that it was only the dragons whose feeding habits were monitored and curtailed.
In response to Kallista's question, E'rik marshalled his breath for the extra air he would require for speech and then replied carefully, measuring his breath, "I'm still here. Haven't dropped dead yet."
He'd never noticed the Bowl was so large before. Even when he'd had to clean up all the droppings from young dragons who hadn't learned to go between to do their business.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 3:02 pm
Kallista rises early to run around like a herdbeast. I say it makes her skinny, she says it keeps her fit. Like our exercises at lesson. When I am ready, I will fly. I will fly swift and strong. Astarteth said with a true air of confidence. She let Kallista hear this last part of her statement.
How true, my dear green. You shall be the swiftest and most versatile in the air. No green shall shine like you. Kallista replied mentally, allowing herself a mental chuckle. By now, she has worked up a very light sweat but what was really annoying her was the constant itch of her scalp. LICE! She did everything she could not to scream the word. The runner had always prided herself in keeping herself clean and orderly but with so many girls crammed together. She cringed.
If she did have lice, that meant she was going to have to cut her hair. Kallista wasn't that vain but her hair was close to the middle of her back and was such a lovely copper shade. Astar... I think I have bugs in my hair.
Astarteth looked over to her rider and blinked. Bugs? Like trundlebugs? Well, we shall wash and scrub good tonight and both of us oil.
Turning back to Daramulath, Astarteth continued her conversation. I hunt every other day or so. At least when I eat, I managed to get full. There is not so much of me to fill up as you. The green curled her tail close to her body and laid her head back down between her front claws. This running should be done soon.
By now, both humans were three quarters of the way around the Bowl. Kallista was keeping Astar in sight as well as another cup of klah.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 10:52 am
E'rik shook his head, taking care not to allow it to break his stride. His scalp really itched. It was possible that it was just that he was sweating, but he had the horrible, sinking feeling that he had fallen victim to the lice outbreak in the Weyr. He wasn't one of those people who couldn't handle bugs, but rather accepted thema s af act of life. Still, he hated the idea of having lice. They bit, for one thing, and for another thing, they were notoriously difficult to get rid of. He'd probably have to shave his head.
Joy.
What's wrong with your head? Daramulath asked, picking up on his rider's extreme discomfort.
Lice, E'rik answered ruefully, accompanying the word with a mental image of what the parasite were and did.
Nasty, Dara remarked. I can't get those, can i?
I think you have to have hair to be at risk, so you're safe.
Good. I would not like mites burrowing into my hide and laying eggs.
E'rik wished his dragon hadn't phrased it quite like that. He'd been trying to avoid thinking of that part of having lice. He didn't know enough about the parasite to be sure whether it actually bit and burrowed, or just laid its eggs on hair follicles, but either way, he didn't like the idea of his scalp crawling with the creatures. It was somewhat stomach churning.
Dara's attention quickly returned to Astarteth and he gave a draconic smile. His human had yet to make a habit of running like a herdbeast, but he was still an early riser. The deviation from his standard morning ritual that this run with Kallista represented was different, but in Daramulath's opinion less interesting.
I'm sure you will be very graceful in the air, Dara said. Definitely more graceful than me.
He hoped that didn't sound too stupid. He knew browns weren't supposed to be graceful. They were supposed to be the strength of a wing, reliable and stoic. Dara sometimes forgot what stoic meant, but he hoped he would do well in a wing, regardless. He just wished they would teach him to fly so that he wouldn't have to practice clandestinely. He was getting too large to be overlooked easily unless he was among adult dragons.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 5:15 pm
Kallista refused to bring her hand up to her head. By now, the creepy crawly feeling was starting to gross her out. She wondered if she could get someone to cut her hair short. Not super short. Maybe to just to her neck? The burn was really starting to move through her body; this was a good sign. It meant the proper muscles had gotten exercise. Her hazel eyes stared at the brown and green who sat conversing.
Almost there. Then I need to get my hair cut and we can bath together. Both scrub down. And some nice smelling oil, won't that be fun?
Astarteth was thrilled. Her rider actually cared about her looks and smelling nice! What a big step. Normally, Astar had to bully her rider into doing anything that made her pretty. Kallista kept herself clean but pretty was another matter. You can look nice for Daramulath's rider. And the other riders. It's about time you cared what you looked like.
This is not about caring what I look like. This is about being clean. There are bugs in my hair which is just plain nasty. Kallista replied a little tartly.
I think you care. Astarteth teased back. She had been conversing with her rider while Daramulath had been conversing with his. She lifted her head slightly at his compliment and gave a bob of her head. I shall be the most graceful of all the greens. Even the golds will be jealous of how swift I fly.
This was not bragging, not completely. Astarteth had it completely in her mind that she would be the best green in all of Ista Weyr.
At last, Kallista reached back to where her dragon was resting. She slowed down and came to a stop. Instead of resting and breathing, the ex-runner went through a series of light jumps and wiggling of limbs to loosen herself and help relax. Turning around, she waited for E'rik to finish.
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