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 Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 11:57 pm
They were outside, more or less, and Amelia had fallen asleep after making an attempt to read up on Weyr history and politics in an effort to better prepare for her eventual role. Knowledge was the key but whomever had done the records had been particularly dry in their work... to the point Amelia often found herself nodding off as she tried to valiantly study ahead. Eventually, however, she'd fallen asleep in the dining chambers.
Sharath, ever at her side, had been with her and affected by the boredom as much as Amelia had been. The rosy glow of the hearth had warmed her hide (they'd managed to snag a seat near the massive fixture) and she too had eventually fallen asleep like one large, golden puppy. Granted, as endearing as the image of Amelia slumped over her books and the young queen curled up by the fireplace was, none were fool enough to wake the pair - Sharath's irreverent and pushy attitude was somewhat infamous among those the two encountered and no one wanted to deal with an angry queen.
Altaica, the little golden flit Amelia had picked up, had settled onto the goldrider's shoulders, using her head and hair as a pillow.
Thus there was relative peace in the dining commons but Amelia's four flits would blink Between periodically to check on the pair. Nebulos, in particular, would circle them and chitter warningly at anyone that came close... shooing them off before they could disturb what he considered his females. Ulysses, the blue, was on no concern to him, especially when the other male seemed more interested in finding offerings for Sharath then he was in protecting Altaica.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 9:00 pm
. . . . . . females. Two, no, three. Perhaps, no there was another, making four. It didn't really matter how many there were, it wasn't as though Meisir knew how to count at anything, but it was certain in the brown flit's eyes that he was looking at females. His contentedness was fairly obvious as he hummed in Panata's ear, his resting point against the boy's shoulder with his front legs atop the blond's head. His owner responded to his cheerfulness with a little chuckle and a pat on the head, wondering what all his flit was looking at.
After a moment or two images of Amelia and her dragon sleeping near the hearth came into play, and Panata frowned a little as he tried to place them. Even though he knew the girl to be the lucky Queenrider from the last Impression he did not actually know her by anything other than a name, despite the fact she was garnering something of a reputation amongst the others thanks to her Gold. The boy himself had no problems with either of them thanks to the fact he was not a rider, so he didn't feel too bothered being in the area with them. He wasn't planning on going anywhere near of course, that just wasn't his idea of things to do, but when he got up to leave to move elsewhere the brown atop his shoulders let out an unhappy hiss.
Meisir did not wish to be parted from the lovelies! He would see to it that he didn't have to go, and with another hiss he launched himself off Panata's shoulders and towards the dozing group. He let out a loud bugle a he approached, not caring that his actions were turning many eyes towards his bold actions, and Panata felt his stomach drop as his flit performed a too-familiar scenario. He could only hope that this time things would go well despite his advances turning towards two golds and a woman. Yikes.
"Meisir, come back here."
Panata's command was a soft whisper as he tried to approach over as well, not wanting to stir anyone from their sleep. Meisir's bugle would have certainly made them stir if not anything else, and he didn't want to be the one to rouse a Queen - chores just didn't sound so pleasant for the day.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:59 am
Amelia remained asleep, too used to the rumbling and chirps of her firelizards by now to stir at another bugle. The greeting, however, did catch the attention of Altaica and Sharath. The flit stirred first, lifting her dainty head and yawning hugely as she lazily scanned the direction from which the sound had come.
When she spotted Meisir, she chirruped in response and flicked her tail in greeting, more intent in staying put then she was in rousing herself enough to take flight.
The dragon lifted her head and shifted so that the little flit was in her vision, and while she dismissed its presence almost immediately - little thing was none of her concern - she did note Panata's approach. And it was him she watched even as she lowered her head sleeping back to the floor, eyes whirling with content blues and greens.
Had that been the extent of the interactions, the delicate peace would have been maintained. As it was, luck would not hold out and Nebulos chose that moment to dive across the brown's path with a territorial shriek. A flash of bronze followed by angry chittering from the golden flit gave reason for Sharath to rise, a whuff of annoyance escaping her as she padded over to Amelia to put herself between her rider and the arguing flits.
Amelia stirred then, blinking sleep-blurred eyes several times before she realized where she was and what the weight on her shoulders was. Thankfully she didn't jump when she turned her head to find Sharath's much larger one right next to hers. Only a muffled 'what?' as she sat up, dislodging the gold flit.
Forced to take flight, the flit circled round to where she'd ordered Nebulos to sit and settled down near him, obviously lecturing him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 2:29 pm
Meisir reared back the moment a flash of bronze crossed in front of him, his own angry chirping adding to the noise box that was erupting over the Queenrider. Panata wanted to die, or at least go away for a good while, but he found that thanks to Meisir now being where he was and awakening both the rider and her dragon, this was rather impossible. The boy turned six shades of red as more people turned to watch this exchange, but he kept going forward in order to call his firelizard back to his side.
Meisir was slowly making Panata develop something of a backbone, at least in terms of confronting people, as before if this had happened Panata would have run away and simply let his brown do whatever he pleased. Now things were getting a bit different thanks to a conversation he'd had with a certain Greenrider, and the boy was gaining slight confidence as well.
. . . .very slight.
"Meisir, I said come here. You don't belong there."
The brown looked up at his master's call, his chirrups still going even though the bronze had been called away by the little gold, and Panata felt his legs shaking as he reached an arm out for his flit to return. The brown seemed hesitant at first, but after a moment he hissed and went to Panata's side, landing on him as the boy stopped only a foot or so away from where Amelia and Sharath rested.
" . . . . sorry, about that."
He didn't sound very sincere.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 10:26 am
Confused by the sudden onslaught of annoyed images centering around an unfamiliar brown and the stronger, more demanding presence of Sharath, Amelia blinked her eyes a couple of times as she tried to figure out up from down and why she was in the kitchen.
You fell asleep, Mine. And this boy woke you. Her tone was unimpressed as she rumbled at Panata, a flash of teeth a visual warning not to try anything else.
"Oh." She replied, nodding as she leaned back in her chair and stretched hugely. That made sense - the scroll before her was awfully boring. "Probably a good thing it's not a required read... I'd never live it down." Puffing out her cheeks, Amelia shrugged and caress Sharath's head with a smile, "Stop being so sour. Altaica says it was a brown flit...?"
It was then she registered Panata's apology registered with her and Amelia glanced over, following her dragon's gaze. "Ah, that's alright... I should probably head anyway. Your friend there has made Nebulos awfully angry." She laughed, amused, though Sharath rumbled again.
Do not speak to him, Mine. He cannot control his firelizard... He woke you! She stomped a foot, snorting at him. Let's go.
"I said stop being sour Sharath." Amelia grumbled, pushing at the large dragonet. When seated, the goldrider's head was below the queen's shoulder belying the gesture as an old habit for very few things could move Sharath against her will now. "What's your flit's name?
Nebulos bugled angrily when it seemed Amelia was going to stop and chat, his protest echoed by another annoyed rumble from the gold. A quick mental nudge at Altaica saw the bronze silenced, though his agitation remained obvious from the quivering of his wings.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 3:34 pm
Panata felt his stomach sour with nerves as the Queenrider started to speak with him, his body already set to run from the angry motions of the dragonet next to her. Even though he could not understand what was going on between them, any exchanges anyway, he did feel that he wasn't wanted and needed to go away quickly. Panata would have been more than happy to oblidge. . . if Meisir would have stopped soaring around the group as though he were surveying prospects.
The little brown flit finally stopped moving around the group and causing more agitation when he landed on the table a few feet away from where Amelia was sitting, his eyes a mixture of lusty purple and contented blue. It was apparent he was liking his chance to look at all these females, Panata getting more than enough of that emotion plus some views he'd rather not be looking at, and for a moment or two things seemed like they would calm down. . . .but Panata still had to answer.
"He...he's called Meisir. He always gets this way around female flits, I didn't think he'd go after a Gold dragon however."
Panata didn't try to sound apologetic in how he was speaking, but it was clear the boy either wanted to run away or cry. Meisir seemed to sense his feelings and turned his head, ready to croon some form of comfort, but the stupid little beast's head was full of nothing but gold, gold, gold.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 11:33 am
Amelia grinned, "You'd be surprised." Rousing herself into greater wakefulness, she stood and held a hand out to the brown as she came around the table to pause before Panata, "What's wrong?" Concern dragged her brows down into a worried frown.
Sharath moved around as well, coming to stand behind her rider and sniffed as she looked down her muzzle at the boy, He is afraid of you. She didn't sound particularly upset at that either, perhaps even approved of it.
The goldrider bit her lower lip as she blinked, "Afraid? Why on Pern would you be afraid of me?" She knew the other was nervous, that much was obvious, but he looked on the edge of crying as well and it bothered her. Was she really that scary? In the hopes of easing his anxiety, she extending a hand in greeting and smiled her best smile, "Pleased to meet you!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:00 pm
"I'm...not afraid of you. It's not you that troubles me."
Panata did his best to sound polite, knowing good and well he couldn't outright say that the massive gold standing behind the young woman was a slight cause of the fear he felt in his chest. He still was so uneasy around dragons despite months passing since the hatching, but why would it be that all of them affected him this way? Shouldn't it only be the Blues to still drive slivers of fear into his spine?
"I'm sorry, I just don't - well. It's a pleasure to meet you as well."
It was probably best for him to stop digging the hole he was already going in, what with Meisir taking more a lead and even moving towards Amelia's extended hand. The blond boy was pretty sure the little Brown flit would be more than glad to climb atop this woman's shoulders and sit there for the rest of the day, but would her Gold allow it?
Probably not, if the reputation that preceded her stood any form of correct.
"My...name is Panata."
He extended his own hand out towards the one that had been extended, preparing to shake politely before anything else could go amiss.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:54 pm
"Not me?" She sounded puzzled as she glanced at the firelizards and then back at Sharath, shaking his hand. It was then she arched a brow, because the gold was grinning, and sighed, "Oh, her? She won't hurt you. Dragons don't hurt people. I can't guarantee she'll like you but don't worry for your safety." It was not, perhaps, the most comforting thought but it was the best she could do - the gold was just as prone to disliking someone as she was to liking them.
Shoving at the young gold's side, she grinned at Panata as she shifted to curl her arms around Sharath's shoulders, "I promise." The queen turned her head back and nuzzled at her rider with a fond whuffing sound, the smile widening on her draconic muzzle.
Her flits, in particular Ulysses, were gathering around the new brown, chittering away at him - curious, fast paced flit-conversation that sounded like a cross between a dragon's bugle and birdsong.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 9:17 pm
"I'm aware that can't hurt people, but that still doesn't make the unease of it all go away. You will have to forgive me for that, if you find it possible."
His voice wasn't shaking as he responded this time around, though Panata did turn his face away from the grinning(?) Gold and to the young woman at her side. He could ignore the dragon for the most part of it all, pretend she was a runnerbeast or something that was inside and Gold and had wings.
It wasn't even the Golds that got him uneasy too! It was still only the Blues (and some Bronzes) that made him feel nervous, but maybe his nerves around this dragon started because she was a young Queen and may one day be clutching a dragon that may or may not Impress to him. Panata hoped he wouldn't be too old in Turns to stand during that time.
"I will apologize now for Meisir's behavior. He's something of a tailchaser amongst the flits, though I did not expect him to show such interest in a dragon and a rider."
Meanwhile Meisir was indeed being surrounded and even badgered a bit, his own chirps and bugles showing that he wasn't about to explain himself, he merely wanted to be with the very pretty ladies - all three of them that he had seen to start with.
Why would they deny him that? Such silly and cruel siblings!
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 5:12 pm
"I understand, really." She chuckled, shrugging, "There's nothing to forgive. The only reason she doesn't intimidate me, is because she's Mine. I love her so much." Amelia shuffled to Sharath and hugged her, running hands over the gold's shoulder before turning back to Panata.
Sharath nosed her rider though her attention remained fixed on the boy. I love you too, Mine. The little firelizard is bold, but I do not mind him. He should, however, chase the tails of females he is more likely to catch. Admiration, however, I will accept - so long as he doesn't continue to bother you. Her words were slow, careful and measured.
"That's good. Sharath says she doesn't mind. As long as Meisir doesn't wake her again." Smiling, she glanced at the brown, "A bit of a romantic, hmn? I imagine that puts you in awkward situations, eh? At least he doesn't pinch goodies like Ulysses does... it's a lot of work to track owners down again."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:20 pm
Panata nodded to everything Amelia was saying, doing his best to try and calm down. It was actually working a little bit, as the cold fear against his neck was slowly dissipating, but he would still have that nervous politeness. After all, he was talking to a Goldrider who may one day become the Weyrwoman. Manners were important.
"Calling him a romantic would be a bit polite. He's just a regular tailchaser and that's that, I can't tell you how many times I have gotten into trouble because of him, and yes that each situation was awkward. If there is a good thing to come out of all this, I would like to know it for it seems beyond me."
He would not have noticed that Meisir was giving him a backbone, which was rather funny to think about.
"He doesn't even wait for them to rise, he just goes straight for them and acts a deadglow. He's normally okay around flits of any color anyway . . .so long as a Gold or Green doesn't toss itself into the mix. Then he gets rather possessive, and it's hard to deal with him. I can only imagine one with a dragon must feel similar things but way more intense?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 1:07 pm
"You get to meet more people?" She offered almost immediately, bemused. "It can't all be bad - we've met, after all, and you've hardly annoyed me. And if he's being so pushy, tell him to stop? Sometimes you have to be firm, believe me, I know." Tossing a look Sharath's way, she only got a disgruntled snort in response as if the dragon was going 'yeah? so?'.
At his question, she blinked, "I... wouldn't know about that. Sharath's passionate about things other thing rising and flirting. But in general, yes. Everything, or near everything, she feels, I feel. It's really quite comforting to know someone else will always be there."
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 1:29 pm
"I can get him to stop once the other party shows extreme disinterest, but usually that's only because his little feelings are hurt and it's up to me to cheer him up. He's like a little kid sometimes, it's so cute yet troublesome."
Meisir looked over, seemingly knowing the conversation was about him. He chirped something at the other flits before he darted over to Panata's shoulders, landing against the boy's head and giving out a cheery bugle in the process.
To his credit, Panata had raised him well. Meisir was large and healthy for a Brown, a nice shade of color as well indicating his hide probably had been cleaned and oiled even though it never needed to be. It was clear that this boy though of his lizard as something more than just a pet or an arm decoration, but it wasn't something so uncommon in the Holds or Halls. Those who did not live in the Weyr could only dream of dragons, so a flit was the next best thing for them to treasure.
"and...I am glad to not have bothered you. I feel troubled when I'm forced into speaking with others, I have a 'my pace' type of outlook on greetings and conversations. But still I do find I'm metting more people like you've said! I recently met a new Candidate, and he was really nice."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 12:27 pm
"Kind of like my blue flit, Ulysses. He's always praising Sharath but... he gives her gifts he's filched from others." She sighed, "It's cute but also bothersome at times because I have to track down the owners."
Amelia grinned when he spoke again and reached out to stroke the brown's head, "I can imagine you being nervous about speaking with me... but don't let me big ol' grump intimidate you. I don't bite unless you give me reason to. Who'd you meet? I haven't spoken to many Candidates recently... I wasn't part of their group so it's hard to get to know them."
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