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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 9:18 pm
Over twenty turns together and A'lai never adjusted to feeling the pleasure of tearing something alive to shreds and gorging himself on still-pumping flesh. It made his skin crawl, always had since the first day Yoruth made his first kill. Chunks of meat, such as with the Hatching, those were easy. The sharding things weren't alive when Yuroth gobbled them up.
But - no. After that, Yuroth hunted his own, ate it all, and all A'lai could do was sit there and not watch with crossed legs and hands light on his knees, back facing where his dragon plotted and ate. The brown found it all very hilarious, of course, in his own quiet way, if being quiet meant tossing images at A'lai every so often on the on-goings of his quasi-hunts with the wherries.
A'lai preferred to ignore them. And his sharding dragon who decided then, when his thoughts wandered to such things, to dive at the next bit of food. The man twitched, lips pressed into a long line.
Ugh.
Mine, you are a very squeamish rider. This-
Lalalala. said A'lai, firmly. His dragon ignored the monotone interruption and fell quiet himself, concentrating on his meal. One more (very firm), La. Just to make sure he got the point across. Yuroth ignored him, much as A'lai had the browns previous attempts to gain his attention.
Make some friends, Mine. Then you will not have to hear me eat. Om nom nom.
I don't even know how to reply to that, Yuroth.
Smug satisfaction. Sharding dragon.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 2:21 pm
Luci couldn't stand to sit behind some slab of stone trying to sort through the mess of which dragon needed to be in what wing any longer. Most of their line-up had been cemented in place during days prior. Most. She constantly looked over H'pez's decisions and then had a second -- third, fourth -- glance at her decisions about his decisions. It was a vicious cycle, and surprisingly boring at that.
"You don't need to help with this," H'pez had told her. "The Weyrleader--"
"Is going to get on my nerves if he says the same thing one more time," Luci broke in defiantly.
H'pez sat and waited. He breathed a sigh of relief when at last she announced, "I'm going out."
Luci never had more than a basic idea of where she wanted the future of the Weyr to go. To her, saying "not be destroyed by thread" was plenty enough of a goal. (Maybe she was a little bit smug her Weyr had a higher tally than Telgar and her Weyr had more golds than Malkai's Weyr. People told her that three golds would be hindering, not helpful, but she found it too easy to ignore "those" people. More was always better!)
More golds. More greens. More every color was a-okay with her. If she had a problem it was that keeping up with everyone was a challenge. Luci didn't realize there was no perfect Weyrwoman; she hadn't noticed yet that Malkai or Nalina or any other goldrider wasn't going to know the name and family history of every rider. What kind of example did that set for Amelia and Andere? They should know everyone.
"Hey." She grabbed the arm of a passing bluerider -- J'na, she noted. "Who is that?"
"I don't know, Weyrwoman," the man confessed. "I've never spoken with him."
Luci sighed and relinquished her hold. Whoever this guy was, she knew three things: 1) he had a brown, 2) he was squeamish and 3) he must be on the more reclusive side since it seemed to her blueriders in High Reaches were always in the know. "Alright, thank you."
She was sure she recognized him by face. The name... That one was harder.
With all the tact of a goldrider (sometimes) and the approachability of a greenrider, Luci walked and walked and didn't stop until she was standing at A'lai's side. "He's a good eater, that one."
If one didn't know better, they'd say she sounded amused, but certainly their gentle Weyrwoman had more sympathy for wherries than that.
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