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 Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:57 am
The sickness had come and gone from the weyr, and though it still lingered in some crowded corners it mostly had gone. In its wake were tired, thinned riders and their dragons gone to nervous fits over their bonded ones, not to mention the plethora of recovering non-riders. L'an had been one of the many to get ill, and one of the few that had gotten it so badly that he'd been laid up far longer than expected. His body was fit and healthy, but the diseases of the sea hold he hailed from were too different from those here for him to have had proper immunities. Still, he was well enough to roam now, and roam he did.
A slow jog around the weyr bowl had seemed in order, and the first of many steps to getting back into top shape. Though Alcherath hadn't taken any time off when he had, she'd insisted on going with him. Of course, her nature meant that half a lap in she gave him a mental nudge and asked where he was and what he was doing. He'd chuckled and reminded her, and a few steps later she'd joined him, flying low and slow a few steps behind him.
Thankfully he'd been fit enough when he'd gotten ill that it didn't take much to make him feel strong again. He suspected another seven day and he'd be fine.
"Well Alche, looks like things are going be normal again, eh girl?" He chuckled, slowing and turning back to face her. The green landed lightly and stretched her head out to receive some fond pettings and scratchings. "Hopefully we didn't miss to much, eh? The wings have gotten on without us well I hear...We'll have to get back to speed."
Does that mean lots of flying, L'an?
"Yes, I suppose so. Lots of flying, just like you like."
That is good, L'an. I like flying...
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 4:03 pm
Mine... What are they doing? Ianquith ventured softly, hesitantly. She wasn't meaning to be rude, but she hadn't been able to help noticing the rider and the large dragon that were circling around the bowl. She and Hers had been drifting up from the lake after she'd been properly bathed and oiled, and she'd spotted the strange pair. She'd never seen anything like what they were doing before--was it something only adults got to do?
"Not sure." The young man would reply out loud, absently scratching at one of his cheeks. It'd been hot and muggy out before, but the lake waters had considerably cooled him off. He'd been thinking over O'asis' words and the ILA he was now apart of--and honestly, trying to think of where to start. This sickness was troubling, and the best course of action would be to figure out just how to get them all out of here and into a new Weyr as soon as possible. It hadn't escaped his notice that if this all did come into play, he and Ianquith would be left behind; she was simply too young to fly with the others... but O'asis would too, wouldn't he? Fingers pressed to his brow with a sigh before the greenrider gave a lazy shake of his head.
"Hoy! What's that you're doing over there?" He called out absently to the other, chuckling a bit at the way Ianquith froze up with surprise.
Mine! You didn't have to.. ah, they are busy and probably do not want to be disturbed! She fretted, flattening herself down. Oh, she'd been happy observing, but she hadn't meant to be a nuisance!
The worse they can do is tell us to take off, m'love. Don't fret so much. But he murmured at her affectionately and scritched at her eyeridges, sending comforting, if confident feelings to his dragonet.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 7:06 am
Following their brief chat, L'an had opted to do one more lap. The heat was muggy, and it made his shirt cling to him. Part of his mind started to complain, but then the much stronger side, the side that still remembered battling the waves aboard his father's fishing boat, mentioned that at least sweat wasn't sea-spray. The shirt would be usable again, it wasn't like it'd develop a crust of salt. As he and Alche neared the finish point, the slight breeze stirred with a voice.
"Hoy! What's that you're doing over there?"
Both heads came up and, in-sync, the pair altered course to head to the younger pair rather than the doorway L'an had intended to take shade under. Oh look L'an! It's a green...! L'an nodded. It was hard to tell if Alche was excited or just noticing fact, but he assumed she was excited. She always was happy enough to visit with others, he'd noticed, though she rarely contributed much to those conversations. Or any, for that matter.
L'an's jog slowed to a stop a few feet from the boy and his green; Alche had landed a few lengths back and was closing the remaining distance on foot. A bead of sweat dropped to the end of L'an's nose and he swiped at it, sending it flying to the ground. "We're running, of course. Or were. Alche was flying though, she's not too good at running." A slow smile slipped onto L'an's face and he held out a hand. "Rider L'an of green Alcherath. Nice to meet you."
Ah...I'm Alcherath. The green added belatedly to both J'ri and Ianquith.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 8:16 pm
Ah.. Ianquith quailed a little, nervously pressing her side against the backs of Hers' legs as the pair approached, fretting that she had interrupted whatever it had been that they are doing. H...Hello, Alcherath, I am Ianquith... I am sorry to have disturbed your flying. She said gravely, ducking her head in a quick bow as though that would help excuse herself.
J'riar, however, was less apologetic, and greeted the other with a broad grin. "Running, eh? Sounds healthy! Sorry for interupting--the little love was curious, so I figured it couldn't hurt to indulge her." He ignored the way Ianquith lowered her head with absolute shame, clucking his tongue at her affectionately. "I'm J'riar, rider of green Ianquith. Pleasure."
After a moment of absently scritching at Ianquith's eyeridges, the young man glanced up again with an apologetic grin. "So... you been keeping well? What, with the illness and all..." His smile twitched and faded some--not even he was able to remain cheerful with that hanging around of everyone's head. It hadn't turned lethal, not yet, but he was still holding his breath some. This rider looked well, at least, but in Ianquith's words, it'd be polite to ask.
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