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 Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 5:35 pm
"We're going. And that's final."
Xanthoth never regretted his choice. He was sure he'd thought that more than any other thought since he was born! His was very grumpy, very stubborn. With the good came the bad, and sometimes in the good, there was bad. These qualities were part of why he had chosen B'lin. He'd make him Wingleader some day using them on other people. But using them on him was Not Cool.
Since his brother had jumped to his demise, Xanthoth had experienced lapses of sadness. The moral of the story was out of sight did not necessarily mean out of mind. When they weren't busy, weren't doing something, Xanthoth thought about it. Pictured it again. And that's when he became upset.
When it kept happening, B'lin got more worried, more nervous. He felt inadequate as a rider because he just didn't know what to do, and every time he thought the problem had fixed itself, there it was again! If you wanted something done right you have to do it yourself. That's what he'd told his brothers.
If only he could do this, he wouldn't be...
I don't WANT to go to the Mindhealer, B'lin.
"I don't either," B'lin agreed in a hiss, not directed at his dragon, but at himself. This was a stupid idea. A bad idea. It was all he could think to do. Too bad he didn't have a magic crystal ball to warn him the tables were to be turned in due time.
"B'lin? And this must be Xanthoth. I've been waiting for you." Nothing better to do and expecting the company, Roka waited outside her office for the duo.
Xanthoth locked eyes with her and changed his tune faster than a mockingbird. On second thought, maybe she's a very good mindhealer. All B'lin could do was sigh as his partner nuzzled against the woman's leg.
No shame. No shame at all.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:09 am
Ormeteth was a very good listener. In fact, he'd been using those skills lately to poke around the Weyr without letting His know, searching for someone or something that might, well, be able to help. He had mentioned flying to His only a few days ago... and both of them had had a scare when G'ran's mind nearly shut down from panic. Terrified and confused, Ormeteth had enough sense to know something had gone very wrong indeed.
And that was why when he had heard something about mindhealing, he'd been quick to clumsily try and seize G'ran's pant leg in his mouth and tug his stubborn rider along. This resulted in a shredded trouser and a very displeased man. He was muttering and scowling about it even now, the little brown trotting at his heels as though to make sure he would keep moving.
He froze misstep at the sight of the bronze and his rider, as well with the woman with them. Ormeteth did not share his reluctance and quickly made to speak with his larger sibling.
Xanthoth! We are looking for a...a healer of heads for Mine, but he does not know it yet. Do you know where one is? You are the biggest, smartest bronze here, after all... He was able to mask his amusement at that, sitting politely in front of the other even as he peered up at the two humans. One was Xanthoth's, but who was the other?
Stop pestering them, I thought you said we had somewhere to go. The big man folded his arms over his chest to scowl at his dragon, who tactfully was refusing to look at him. Little wherry...
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 12:24 pm
Of all those who hatched along side him, Ormeteth was one of the best for company (not that any of the others would have rattled him anyway). As far as males went. He really should mention a disclaimer it was only as far as males went. Arioth would have been preferred; snippy or not, she was much, much nicer to look at. But there were still worse, like Varth, so he would give credit where credit was due.
A popular notion today! Silly Ormeteth, he already knew all that! None the less, it was much appreciated and prompted a sweet little] smile. (B'lin then got worried.) It was perhaps only because of that, for the question the bronze had been pondering the last few seconds, he took option B instead of A. This woman was quite the looker and he alone wanted (and deserved!) her attention. Sharing? Why, he'd rather not!
But after Ormeteth was so polite (and honest!), how could he deny him then face his rider as a noble dragon? Choice A had been to tell him there was another mindhealer around somewhere he'd heard of (while conveniently forgetting to mention they were standing by another). B was: This lovely is a Mindhealer. But why are you looking?
Maybe curiosity did kill the cat, but he wasn't a cat. He was Xanthoth.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 2:31 pm
Success! Lucky for Xanthoth, the brown had no interest in laying claim to his catch of sorts, but he did chirp with glee. Oh! Well, I think Mine needs to talk to her, for she is the one who can help him not be scared. When I said one day we would fly together, he looked almost as green as Hwinth and he felt very strange. I will not drop him and I told him that, but I don't think it helped.
Eyes whirling up at the woman thoughtfully, he seemed to be considering how he could introduce them without His finding out. Well, maybe letting him find out would be a good thing after all! This... uh, lovely is a Mindhealer, mine! We can stop looking!
"A mind what?" G'ran thundered incredulously before he realized he'd spoken out loud, soon hissing displeased thoughts towards his dragon. They're there for a reason then, so leave them alone, Orm!
But so are we!
What sort of sharding reason?!
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 11:37 am
B'lin was not really comfortable with the idea of Xanthoth having conversations that weren't with him. It wasn't because he was possessive or demanding the dragon's attention at all times. It was just whenever he was paying this much attention to someone else--especially if that someone else was another male--it meant only bad things for him in the end. He was about to interrupt the discussion when G'ran cried out.
What did you do?
The question went unanswered, an unwise choice for the dragon to make. Ignoring his rider wasn't so much out of character for him if something else had commanded his focus. Something else had. Really? B'linmine has the same issue. I hadn't thought much on it, but if Yours is afraid, then B'linmine is probably fearful, too. Do you think Roka lovely can help yours? The tables were turning and B'lin didn't even know it. Ah, victory truly was sweet.
"A mindhealer," Roka replied coolly. She was more used to one-on-one dragon to rider discussions than these riders seemed to be. "Can I help you with anything?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 10:39 am
Mindhealer, the woman confirmed, and G'ran's broad shoulders went stiff in a defensive sort of way. "No." Came the grunt, and he was trying to figure out how one could strangle a dragon, averting his eyes to pin a glare on Ormeteth. Ormeteth, however, was not paying attention.
Really? I think so, then; Ours can learn to not be afraid together! They will look very silly if they are the only ones who will not fly with us... and you should not be denied your... lovelies, just because they are afraid to fly!
It was then that the little dragon crooned appealing up at Roka--and had to scurry to try and wind himself around G'ran's legs so the man wouldn't shuffle off. Mine, I didn't know you were scared of lovelies, too!
That did it.
Exhaling roughly, the big man turned to glance awkwardly at the woman once more, rolling his shoulders. "...Not so good with heights." The low growl came eventually, and he was clearly embarrassed about it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 10:39 am
Working with his fellow male was becoming more difficult a task for Xanthoth. He didn't like them getting too close to what he considered his. --And, no, he didn't mean B'lin. Ormeteth, though, had done a splendid job of making himself void of any territorial judgements. This dragon was smart, the bronze decided. Better yet, he was right! Xanthoth shouldn't be denied his lovelies! I will tell B'linmine.
Smart dragon was pushing it making sounds at Roka lovely like that (not so smart!), but for the sake of his beloveds everywhere, Xanthoth let it slide this once. After he had informed B'lin of his intentions, he nuzzled the side of the woman's leg. Look at him, silly lovely! You have to say it, too, B'linmine!
But B'lin hadn't said a word. Yet.
"Oh, I see." Roka smiled down at both dragons. Maybe they'd be the first bronze and brownriders who didn't drive her mad herself. "Well, I can help you with that. It's not as uncommon as you think."
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