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 Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:38 pm
C'rci and Bolth's side of their currently shared weyr is typically kept decently clean though the sleeping dip for Bolth shows disuse and a bit of dust. C'rci's bed though shows a few mended tears and is heaped high with pillows and extra blankets. The shelves are heaped high with oil pots and some jars of numbweed along with the beginings of riding gear. Perched on the shelf directly above C'rci's bed is a little nest of rags belonging to the Crimson flit Fasha.C'rci and Bolth
Table of Contents -C'rci's profile
-Bolth's profile
-Pets
-Rp list
-Friends and acquaintances of the two
-Character interaction breakdown
-Intermixing of Journal pages and Solo Rp's
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:41 pm
C'rci's Profile  Name: C'rci Age: 16 17 Gender: female Sexual Orientation: heterosexual Craft/Rank: Apprentice wherhandler History: Cyrci grew up on the island of Engova around the wher dens. Her father, a seafarer had been lost not long after her birth leaving her mother, her, and her older brother to fend for themselves. Lucky for the pair Cyrci's brother Creal had already apprenticed to one of the holds wherhandlers. Her mother tried her best to craft Cyrci into a respectable young woman. Even going so far as to hope that her stubbornness and talkative tendency's might get her apprenticed as a harper like her grandfather had been. Taking great pains her mother managed to sit the girl down for a few moments each day when she could wrestle the child away from the wher dens and taught her a few songs on the old lap harp she owned. Though the Cyrci loved music instead of taking her skills and showing them off to the hall harper as her mother had hoped she tended to run away with her little lap harp and play for the watch wher instead. Who was to her a much more appreciative and open audience then the critical hold residents. Lucky for her the Handlers looked upon her brother and her fondly coming to accept him and his curious little sister into their fold with good humor. By the time Cyrci was 12 her brother was among one of the hold's wherhandlers with his brown watchwher Cresk and she herself was an apprentice in the craft as well. Cyrci spent every second since her brother impressed his lovely brown envying him and constantly getting under his feet trying to learn about his new partner, having always had a bit of difficulty making friends she was envious of the intimate bond between wher and handler. Her envy growing to fascination and stemming over to the little firelizards and their larger cousins the dragons. Having been told her entire life that the bond between Handler and wher was much like a lesser version of that between Pern's great protectors the dragons and their riders. Yet an apprentice had to train for many years before they could graduate to journeymen and get their own wher and Cyrci simply could not wait. Therefore when the impatient girl heard a rider and his dragon had come on search she was quick to line up with the others hoping for a chance to make such a bond earlier even if it wasn't with a wher. At the sight of the riders dragon what had just been an impatient whim was lit into a fire of curiosity and awe. Description: Cyrci is a small very petite girl coming up to the height of 5'1 and won't likely grow any further. She is well built with wide birthing hips, an average waist and an appropriately proportioned chest for her size and toned legs from running back and forth fetching this and that. Her skin is a healthy peach color with a light tan and a good smattering of scars about her body from dealing with overly exuberant whers and just the regular rigors of life. She has long rich wavy auburn red hair that frames a face with high cheek bones and a pair of hazel gold eyes. She typically wears her hair loose in a wild red mane during her leisure time, but when working keeps it back in a tight braid or ponytail. Her clothes are simple, but clean and well kept and she typically wears a heavy hide jacket during her duties aiding her brother with his wher. Personality: Cyrci is a very stubborn girl; one has to be at times when working with whers. This though has permeated her personality to the point where it is very ill advised to argue with the girl. You want her to do something, ask or order with a level tone. You want her to stop doing something then give her a reason why. Never try to yell at her in anger. Cyrci hates yelling, despises it and doing so will cause her opinion of you to severely drop. If you can't get your point across to her in a level headed and calm tone then what makes you think raising your voice is going to make you more successful? This does not mean she will not take orders, simply that she prefers to work off of a system of respect. If she has done something wrong she’s far more likely to learn from it and accept her mistakes if her punishment is given out calmly and quietly. She’s not so hidebound though as to not understand that sometimes in the heat of the moment orders need to be obeyed and quickly without question. In those times she shuts up and gets things done and if you want something done she’s definitely the girl to send to do it. Cyrci is almost obsessively driven. Once the girl gets it into her head to try or do something then it will get done come fall, fog, or fire. Insatiably curious Cyrci wants to know the details and reasoning behind something. She wants to know how it works, why it works, and why not doing something isn't recommended. With a large and vast patience she is also willing to sit down and toy with something till she figures it out. She prefers to learn things by doing or seeing them and thrives off of interaction rather then working alone reading dusty hides. Cyrci tends to be very open and friendly with a habit of chattering that she picked up from talking to the whers for company. Her biggest flaws are that she tends to be blunt, naïve of social norms outside her craft, self-critical, practical, with a tendency towards jealousy of those who don’t appreciate or are unaware of what they have. Especially if that something happens to be people, whers, or dragons. She longs for such an intimate connection and understanding with another being like a man dying of thirst longs for water. She tends to come off as being to forward or too friendly, disliking beating around the bush. Cyrci prefers to handle things up front and in person and does not tolerate underhanded techniques or rumors. If you do manage to ignore her failings to befriend her she is about as loyal as they come. She does not take threats to the people or things she considers hers well and if she feels your intruding on her territory she can be as vicious as the watch-whers she was raised around. Other: Plays the lap harp, loves bright colors, hates the cold.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:02 am
Bolth's Profile Name: Bolth Colour: Blue Personality: Bolth is a dragon best noted for his generosity, kindness, and exceptionally sweet nature. There’s nothing he loves as much as social interaction with other people and dragons, and he gravitates naturally and readily towards others with every spare minute in the day he finds. He’s a capable worker by nature, but he can become so enamored with conversation that he may slack if not watched while partnered with someone he likes to chat with. Bolth tries to find something good in everyone, and he’s naturally trusting as well and believes even the worst traits can be changed if someone rude, someone condescending, someone cruel is shown enough compassion. It should come as no surprise that his personality will be found attractive to users and abusers in life though, since he would do anything to keep from turning his back on someone. No matter how bleak things may become, Bolth can offer some way to look forward to the next day, whether it’s a word of encouragement, sympathetic listening, or just quiet company to let someone know they’re cared for. Generally optimistic and cheerful, Bolth loves festive situations and lighter conversations as well, and he can’t be kept away from Hatchings or any other situation where there’s more than three other dragons around. When his own kind are lacking, he doesn’t mind breaking normative boundaries and talking to humans as well, though the conversations tend to be a bit shorter. Given his personal nature, he has the potential to be a good Search dragon. Despite his positive and friendly attitude, Bolth has one essential flaw, and that is cowardice. This blue will work himself to the bone for his friends, and for his Rider he would stomach a vigil of solitude with no one to talk to for days and days, but confrontation is nowhere in this dragon’s nature. If his friend is being bullied he can at the most try and talk to convince the tormenter to please be a little nicer, but he’s far more likely to appeal to an authority figure to solve the problem or just offer to let his friend hide in his weyr and offer endless condolences for their suffering. Bolth will inconvenience himself endlessly in order to avoid a fight, whether it is verbal or physical. At his most competitive, he enjoys games of tag, and being a dragon, he’ll have an instinctive urge to fly Thread, but his nerves and fear for his rider might place him lower in the system. Luckily this is apropos for a blue, but his weakness may earn him disrespect from some. Why Me?Bolth longs for intimate connection too. As much as this blue loves social interaction, Cyrci is the only one for him, and this blue is more than capable of giving her the love and attention she deserves. Like her, Bolth doesn’t like yelling either. In fact he doesn’t like any confrontation, but her quiet stubbornness is a trait that Bolth will long admire, and he will need her for her tenacious loyalty when his caring nature attracts the wrong sort. Her drive will also help keep her dragon focused when he’s chattering instead of working, and in return he’s socially adept enough to help make up for her blunt and forward nature since there’s no one so inoffensive as this cheerful and friendly blue. Size: Average Build: Average
THREADFALL STATSDragon: Bolth Rider: C'rci Colour: Blue Build: Average Size: Average Agility: +1 HP: 45 XP: .25
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:04 am
PETS  Name: Fasha Personality: Possessive and Fiery Fasha does not like anyone or anything messing with what she considers to be 'hers' be that C'rci, Bolth, their bunk, her riders hair, anything. She's very protective of Bolth, having picked up her owners feelings for her dragon early on. Despite her tendency to hiss and snarl first she can be quite the sweetheart once you win her over and is remarkably well behaved. Text Color: Crimson Habits: Likes to camouflage herself in C'rci's red hair and spring out at people who get a little too close. Also likes to perch herself on Bolth's head and sun herself springing at anyone who insults her people's lifepartner. Note Fasha does not attack anything unless she feels C'rci or Bolth are genuinely threatened and simply sticks to scare tactics.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:05 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:07 am
Friends And Acquaintances Of The Two C'rci -S'drawn
A quiet, but polite boy. He has very friendly firelizards and is kind of handsome. I look forward to learning more about him and seeing how he and his lifepartner do.
-Orlina
A very mischievous and smart girl. She's a couple years younger then me, but is always out looking for the next adventure and was kind enough to help me find my way back to the barracks my first day at the Weyr. I taught her some wher speech during my stay in the candidate barracks and she taught me more about dragons and atypicals.
-K'zair
I swear this man! He! Augh! Half the time I don't know whether to punch him for his efforts or be flattered by them. He feels that all women are these fragile breakable things which though it's wonderful to be treated so politely is completely infuriating other times. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. He's also such a ladies man and expects all the women to hang on his every word, but not me! If he wants someone to go toe to toe with then he'd better be careful because i'm not going to just back down like some good little holder's wife! Oh well at least I don't have to worry about him trying to make any moves until after Weyrling graduation.
-Az'rin
A rather shy boy, doesn't seem to know what to think of girls. He stuttered a good deal and blushed and is startled easily, but he seems very nice. Bolth seems to like both of them and they appear harmless enough. I think we'll get along very well.
-Z'fer
A rather cocky, fast talking, quick witted man. He makes my mind go all fuzzy and I have to really fight not to blush every time I'm around him. He's just so handsome, but I'm not going to just roll over and let him tease me.
Bolth -Qizixth He's very nervous, but I like him! Mine seems to like him and his rider too! I think they're very nice even if they do seem a little skittish. He likes to eat a good deal, but it always so shy about it. I hope Mine and I can draw them out a little more of their shells. -Calanoth He's such a nice bronze. He encourages me and Mine and gives me good advice. I look up to him much like I look up to Mine.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:11 am
Character Interaction Breakdown With this pair it's not the dragon you should worry about, but Bolth's rider. C'rci tends towards being calm with a tenacious bold streak and a hard working determined attitude. On the other hand though the woman is slow to anger it is extremely ill advised to do so. Were as Bolth is a coward unless his rider is in danger C'rci has bravery in folds. Enough in fact for the both of them. When it comes to herself C'rci really isn't too careful. She works hard, she plays hard, and doesn't stop till a task is finished and thinks nothing of putting herself in harms way to protect someone else. She's a mover and a shaker and though she can be patient she believes in working for what she wants instead of waiting on it to fall in her lap. Bolth is almost the complete opposite of his rider. Were C'rci demands to be reckoned with Bolth just wants the problem to go away. He's a lover not a fighter and where C'rci is brave Bolth is kind. You'll be hard pressed to find a sweeter, gentler, more generous dragon anywhere on Pern. He tends towards flight instead of fight and it's not unusual to see this dragon hiding behind his rider or trying to make himself invisible when he's scared. Like his rider Bolth is soft spoken though where as C'rci simply looks at yelling as being insulting and the last resort of people not clever enough to give her a straight answer Bolth just doesn't like confrontation. Unless C'rci is hurt it's unlikely he'll ever get into a fight with anything be it verbal or physical. What he will do though with C'rci's urging is work on outdoing you in every single way possible by working hard and practicing like crazy and he'll be extremely nice about it too. C'rci since day one has been Bolth's knight in shining armor. For all her calm exterior if you should mess with her kind loving dragon you'll wish you'd run into an angry watch-wher or a rampaging hatchling rather then the gold eyed she demon you'll have on your heels. Luckily like Bolth she's not prone to holding grudges for long considering such things as a waste of effort and time that could be better spent elsewhere. Bolth is an amazing negotiator and peacemaker. If dragons had ambassadors he'd be one for sure and it's likely he'll go out for being a search dragon with time and training. Specially since he'd get to go out and see so many new places and meet so many new people! Don't mistake Bolth being a bit of a push over for him being stupid. He's very sharp if not just a bit too kind hearted to really put any of his more clever observations to use. No he'll leave that to his rider. Like Bolth C'rci with her odd habits and wher-speech may be mistaken at times for a dimglow with her straight forward attitude and bluntness. On the other hand unlike her dragon she has no qualms with verbally fighting back or physically if the need arises. She tends to be curt and extremely frosty when angered. It's extremely rare to find these two apart since for all C'rci's reserves she utterly adores and loves her lifemate with all her heart. If you happen to befriend her then you'll find yourself under her staunch protection same as Bolth. An important note on Bolth is that he is not a coward because he is afraid of everything or something happening to him. He's a coward because he's afraid of bad things taking C'rci from him or something hurting her. His instant reaction to fear is to be as close to his rider as possible. So much so in fact that until he was too big he slept in C'rci's bunk because he was scared of someone taking her away in the middle of the night. It's very difficult to separate these two for even a short period of time though when C'rci isn't with her dragon you can always find Bolth around other people or dragons. He's a regular social butterfly and a complete chatter box which is good for keeping his hard working rider company. Though C'rci would never admit it she's keenly jealous of the large crowd of friends her dragon tends to collect. Then again Bolth isn't quite as meticulously picky and careful about the company he chooses as C'rci is. Over time though this jealousy will ease as C'rci realizes that Bolth isn't trying to replace her, just ease the void not having her physically there brings. Even with an extremely close bond mentally he still feels his riders physical absence keenly. Even by dragon and rider standards these two are intimately and unusually close. Though you'll never hear either of them mentioning it. What's the point? As far as they're concerned there is no I, He, or She, but only We. It's very difficult at times to tell where the rider begins and dragon ends.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:12 am
Dear Journal.
Today was my first day at the Weyr. I don't know what I expected when I came out of between a dragon back, but the breath taking view beneath me most certainly was not it. The entire Weyr is carved from marble making it look as if it was made of clouds or the white crests of the waves given solid form. Atop the Weyr is a grassy plato where the heardbeasts and other creatures are kept and I thought I spied what looked to be a lake. Beneath the Weyr is a large crescent beach where we landed and I along with my belongings was taken to the candidate barracks. I chose one of the empty beds along the wall and put my bag beneath it in a space made for such things. Then with little ado I was shown to my chore routines. I had arrived later in the day so I will not attend my first lessons until tomorrow along with my other fellow candidates.
I wonder what they'll be like? Will they be kind and accepting of my odd mannerisms or reject me as the Holders of my home did? Perhaps they will welcome me like the members of my craft. Either way I am hopeful.
This hope stemmed from an encounter with another female candidate a couple years younger then I am named Orlina. I had gotten lost on my way back to the barracks and she offered to show me the way. During our walk back we began to talk. She seemed more curious then put off by my accent and quirks and soon we were exchanging knowledge with each other. I taught her about Whers and she told me more about Dragons. I even offered to teach her some of the basics of wher-speech and she seems very interested and excited to learn it from me.
I like this girl. I know I thought for the longest time that I'd never find another female to talk too who didn't have a random urge to try to claw my eyes out, but it seems I have. I look forward greatly to meeting the others who live here at the Weyr. They seem much more accepting of me and whers in general and tend to view them with the respect due to any cousin of the dragons. Which is a very nice change of pace from the usual scorn or fear they seem to garner. Such a shame, they're such wonderful beasts.
I am growing to love dragons more and more with every second I am here and my choice to become a candidate was only reinforced by speaking to Orlina. I am greatly enjoying what lessons she can teach me and what info she has to give though I suspect my friend may be a great source of adventure and trouble from now on. We are startlingly alike in appearance and other then coloring we could almost be siblings. Orlina appears to be quite excitable and is always bouncing or flitting about like a newborn firelizard. Usually I prefer more forward and steadfast methods, but I find I quite like her playfulness and it brings a smile to my face. I always wanted a little sister and I believe if her and I remain fast friends I will likely adopt her as such. Maybe she doesn't know it yet, but she's found a loyal protector in me.
Either way journal it is lights out time here and I am doing my best to adjust to the more daytime orientated activities of my new home. So it's off to sleep for me.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:13 am
Dear Journal.
Today was the touching of the dragon eggs. Unlike with Wher's the dragon riders encourage us to move carefully amongst the eggs and touch them. They told me it's sort of a way to say hello and help the dragons inside the shells find who they are looking for. It's most certainly different from the Wher'craft that's for sure. A queen wher would have ripped a careless candidate trying to touch her eggs without them being offered. I guess Dragons are more gentle and understanding in that right though the Queen did seem a little fussy.
Then again who can blame her with all of us younger humans moving amongst her clutch. I did my best to lay my hand on ever single egg of the clutch to give my dragon a better chance of finding me if they're amongst the eggs. I got a lot of odd and mixed feelings from the eggs though I can say hands down the egg known as the Delicately Deceptive is by far my favorite. It's such a small strong and determined egg. It's temper is firey though not as restrained as mine is. I do so hope the dragon within that shell does well. I quite like it. My next favorites had to be the poor Topsy Turvey and the Steady as A Rock. The riders claim only a green will come from the Steady As A Rock egg, but I think there's more to it then just that. Even if it is a green I'm sure it will be a beautiful and regal beast.
The poor Topsy Turvey egg had been knocked down an incline and the little dragon inside was trying to righten itself. I wanted so badly to help, but I didn't think the queen would like me messing with the egg too much. Specially when a carelessly misplaced hand could hurt one of her babies. Either way it was certainly an experience to remember and I look forward to meeting these dragons on the sands. Maybe if I'm really lucky I'll be walking off of said sands with one of them.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 8:05 pm
The Impression Moving at a fairly quick trot the blue arrived in front of the boys, where he halted uncertainly. Hungry red, uncertain yellow and friendly bright green all swirled together in his eyes and he swayed his head back and forth, looking from one end of the row to the other. Was his here? Giving a friendly but nervous chirp he set off carefully through the ranks, pausing here and there to greet the candidates he passed with soft nudges. When he reached the back of the crowd he seemed to shrink a little, and cast around himself again with a little whine. Where was his? His had not been there! Perhaps he was looking in the wrong place? Deciding that he must be he turned away from the boys and set off for the girls; where was his? He was sure he had felt His through his shell, so where were they? He would not give up, they were here somewhere and he would find them! Abruptly something caught his attention and he froze in place. A flash of bright hair. A surge of feeling. His! Giving a bugle of joy the young blue bounded towards Cyrci, skidding to a halt just short of her. Mine! Oh Mine please look at your Bolth! I am here, not over there! I am so happy I found you!-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cyrci had turned her head and was watching the last of the eggs with interest unaware of the blue that threaded his way through the boys. It wasn't till she heard a low pitched whine and the realization that the rest of the hatching was waiting on said blue that she turned with the others to watch. The blue had finished searching through the boys, stubbornly plodding on and looking more desperate by the moment. Would this dragon go between too? The very thought made Cyrci shudder. Then as she shifted her weight gold eyes met the whirling green of the blue's it's bugle just barely registering over the surge of feeling that shot through the candidates body. Mine! Oh Mine please look at your Bolth! I am here, not over there! I am so happy I found you! A voice, her dragon called within her mind the hatchling taking off at an astonishing speed to bound over to the girl skidding to a stop and spraying her and Orlina with sand. "Bolth! Bolth! You silly Dragon! What were you doing over there? I'm not a boy!" She cried out tears running down her face as the girl threw her arms around the striped blues neck her chest practically bursting with love. Bolth himself all, but tried to bury his head into his riders chest reaching up on his hind legs to try and meld himself into the hug his body shaking. "I'm sorry mine! I got turned around! I was so afraid! There were so many people! Look at all the people! And I couldn't find you, but I knew I would! I'm sorry I mistook you for one of those others Mine! You're just much smaller out here then you were to me in the egg!" The blue chattered away in his mind crooning and creeling up at his rider as the two tried to slowly make their way off the sands which was a bit difficult with Bolth trying to twine himself with the girls legs which was quite a feat with him being partnered to such a tiny candidate. Laughing whole heartedly C'rci stroked the dragons hand untangling a wing tip that snagged her robes as she lead him off to the feeding tables. "Mine? Mine? I'm hungry? Are you hungry? I want to see the others Mine!" Bolth asked still trying to burrow into his riders robes crooning and rubbing his steel blue head against her with the utmost affection. "Come along then Bolth. No, now walk straight. We'll both fall if you keep this up." C'rci corrected her handsome blue with gentle pride coaxing the dragon up to the table as she began to feed him having to pause a number of times to draw his attention back lest he choke while trying to observe his clutchmates.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:11 pm
Mine?
C'cri shifted in her bunk. This was her first night in the Weyrling barracks, her first night with her handsome blue Bolth. Cracking one gold eye open she pondered why her dragon wasn't resting? All the other hatchlings had fallen right asleep the moment they hit their wallows.
Minnnneeeee? Are you awake Mine?
Apparently not her dragon though. Rolling over onto her side C'rci came face to snout with Bolth who was sitting back on his hind legs, wings spread for balance giving her the most pathetic look he could muster his eyes whirling yellow that flooded with hints of blue and green at his riders movement. Inching closer the blue resting his forepaws on the edge of the bunk sticking his nose right into C'rci's face and promptly began licking her forehead.
Awake now Mine?
Lifting one hand to very gently push the blue's face back far enough for her to sit up C'rci shook her head trying to shake off her grogginess. Rubbing her eyes she peered down at Bolth who was looking up at her expectantly. What is it love? She thought to him her thoughts still a bit fuzzy with sleep as she watched the blue hook his talons into the side of the wooden bedframe and scramble up onto the covers with her.
I don't want to sleep alone Mine? Can I sleep with you? I'm scared of the dark Mine. What if bad things are out in it? Sides I want to be close to Mine. Bolth spoke in her mind letting out a low distressed whine as he leaned against her blanket covered legs.
Bolth you're supposed to sleep in your wallow like the other dragons. Sides there's barely enough room in the bunk for me. C'rci explained with a patient sigh as she tried to coax her dragon off the bed and back to his wallow, but he only leaned in closer crawling into her lap and leaning against her stomach and chest peering up at her with whirling eyes and a pleading look.
Please Mine? I do not want to ever leave your side. And C'rci's mind was filled with so much love, so much utter devotion and care that she could not say no. Lifting a hand she gently stroked Bolth's head before shifting over in the bunk and pulling the cover back so Bolth could crawl beneath it with her.
All right, but just for tonight. C'rci replied pulling the cover over them both and smiling as her dragon tucked himself against her side crooning with happiness. Bending her head she pressed a light good night kiss to Bolth's nose and draping one arm over her lifepartner she fell asleep. The steel striped blue following her soon after never to be parted from his rider, even in their dreams.
Come morning the Weyrlingmaster would find much to his shock and worry all the newly hatched dragons tucked in their hollows, all save one. Though after a quick hasty check he found C'rci still asleep in her bed, a blue tail sticking out from beneath the covers and a rather dragon shaped lump hinting to where the missing hatchling had gone.
C'rci herself was fast asleep, a soft loving smile on her face as she hugged her blue close. As guarded as the new weyrling was during the day, in sleep she was far from so and all the love, gentleness, and sheer joy she felt for Bolth spilled out. It was ok though. Even though C'rci could be blunt and stubborn not wanting to show any weakness less others exploit it, Bolth knew. He knew the gentle loving heart inside his riders chest that hosted the bond they held that would never be broken. Nuzzling close to the firey haired girl in his sleep the blue sought even then to be as close to her as possible.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 12:01 am
Dear Journal
Yesterday the most amazing thing happened to me. No, amazing isn't a good enough word for that spine tingling, heart rending, soul binding experience. Yesterday the hatching began, I was doing chores nearby when I heard the dragons begin humming and ran to get my robe on and ready. I was speedy enough to be one of the lucky first candidates on the sands though it didn't do me much good. The eggs began to hatch quickly and the first one out was a Bronze from the critically condescending egg. Following him was a blue from the "Middle name" egg. Unfortunately the Bronze went crazy, unable to find his rider and betweened after attacking Erelus. But in doing so the blue defended the candidate and the first impression of the clutch was made.
There'd be many more impressions after that. Most were greens, we had two browns and the Deceptively Delicate hatched a spitfire of a green just as I had suspected. I called a greeting to the green in wher speech and I take it dragons don't speak it real well or she was just in a pissy mood because she tackled me and tried to maul me before the Queen called her off. Sure I was scared, but I wasn't going to let her know that and just glared the little green down before getting back up. The green as I had suspected impressed to Ralla a holdergirl. Then again I don't really care too much and didn't at the time. I was a bit disappointed it wasn't me, but I was simply happy the egg had hatched at all.
I would be stuck on the sands for a while after that. Then finally two last eggs hatched, one hatching a green and the other, the poor Topsy Turvy after rolling down a hill gave way to a blue. The green impressed very quickly an as the blue trotted off to the boys and I was sure the last of my chances lay with the eggs that would need some help from the Weyrwoman.
You can imagine my surprise to suddenly hear a bugle and see that the blue still hasn't impressed and is instead whirling away from the boys and galloping, no dashing and running with all his might and speed right for the girls. He skid to a stop in the sand right before me and as I looked down my mind and soul became complete.
His name is Bolth and as I am writing this he is curled up about me in my Weyrling barrack cot. He is the most wonderful dragon in all the world. My handsome steely blue. Tonight we will go to the Hatching feast, but for now I plan to oil, feed, and spoil my lifepartner rotten. I love him so much journal. So very much.
He's sniffing the page right now as I write asking what I'm up too. He's such a sweet creature, always curious and friendly. Also very very hungry. I shall leave you for now journal in favor of going to feed my handsome blue before he tries to eat you and upsets his stomach.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 11:47 pm
Is it hatching yet Mine?
Bolth, as much as C'rci loved her lifepartner could be extremely clingy. The blue for as social, kind, and generous as he was tended to harbor a severe dislike of going any farther then an arms length away from his rider ever since his own hatching. Luckily for them both, C'rci and Bolth craved the completeness and company of one another like a drowning man craves water. Unfortunately C'rci understood that though her handsome blue was small now he would grow rapidly and soon be unable to follow her and keep the same physical closeness they currently had.
How bout now Mine? Is it hatching now?
Bolth and C'rci went everywhere together. The chatty and loving blue having quickly won over many friends in the kitchens. The drudges ooing and cooing over the handsome steely dragon as he draped himself over his riders feet while she worked or poked his nose into this or that. After all he just wanted to help. Whether it was trying rather unsuccessfully to peel tubors, an experiment she herself had cut short in worry for his health, or just insisting on carrying a basket or two when she was sent on errands. Ever since his hatching it was extremely rare to see the flame haired weyrling rider without her dragon hot on her heels.
Mine? Why isn't it moving?
Yet the sad fact was that though they would never be apart and Bolth would always be with her that the blue would one day be far too big to follow her during chores or sleep in the bunk with her. Even when he was being social he insisted on taking his rider along. Though C'rci would admit with her bluntness and daring and Bolth's way with words and kind heart the two made quite the team. Still C'rci had been working rather hard to instil more confidence in her dragon urging him along in making friends and trying to convince him that she would be ok without him physically right there next to her at all times of the day and him without her. Nudging him towards adventuring out a bit more on his own, just a little. During one of the early adventures Bolth had discovered something so awesome, so cute, so amazing and just wonderful that the blue just knew they had to have one.
Mine? What's wrong with it?
Bolth had discovered flits. Bolth loved flits, not as much as his rider. Not nearly as much as his rider, but Bolth just adored them. Big flits, little flits, black flits, gold flits, smart flits, not so smart flits, angry flits, sweet flits. He just adored them all and ever since first laying eyes on them the blue had pestered his rider over them every time he saw one. Which in a Weyr was fairly often until one day C'rci had an idea. Maybe she couldn't always be with Bolth, but a flit could be while she wasn't there. Perhaps with the company of a flit Bolth would feel a bit safer with just his riders mental reassurance and not always her physical reassurance. It was then that C'rci's quest to get a Firelizard egg began. She searched the beaches high and low for a clutch, bargained where she could and tried to get wind of any future clutches from any firelizards that resided in the Weyr. Though as a Weyrling she was rather short on marks and the few she had saved up weren't nearly enough to purchase a firelizard egg and neither she nor Bolth had had much luck in their brief free time looking for clutches buried in the sand.
Mine? Why won't it move? It should be moving Mine!?
Then C'rci's luck changed. One of the cooks in the kitchens had a clutch. The older woman being rather fond of Bolth told C'rci that she was selling the eggs for a little extra profit on the side, but that she would knock down the price on one of the smaller ones for the young woman. A few marks exchanged hands and the girl found herself the owner of one small firelizard egg. She wasn't sure who was more worried over the egg, her or Bolth. The blue spent almost every spare minute staring at the clay pot the egg rested in as it hardened questioning her about if this was what his hatching had been like. The blue having forgotten almost all of it except the part where he found his. Even that was a little fuzzy. C'rci had always been there to him. Then the day of the hatching came and now she had to sit there, the still egg resting in her cupped hands as Bolth watched on. The blue slowly beginning to panic and grow sad as the minutes ticked by with no movement from the tiny egg.
Mine? And Bolth's unspoken question this time was so small, so quiet that C'rci simply couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm going to fix it Bolth." She stated firmly rising to her feet from the hearth egg in hand bowl of meat in the other and made her way over to her bed. She'd seen Atypical firelizards before, perhaps this egg was one as well? She knew the Weyrwoman used a soft padded mallet of sorts to crack dragon eggs, but with no such thing currently available to her she would have to improvise. Every second counted.
Grabbing her pillow C'rci pressed the egg between her bed and it then gradually began to apply pressure until cracks appeared across the eggs tiny surface. Picking it back up she pulled out her belt knife and began to pry at the cracks, pulling the shell away piece by piece till a tiny struggling mass could be seen moving and cheeping within the thick shell membrane. With one lass careful cut a small struggling crimson body careened into her hands hissing and spitting angrily as the flit demanded to be fed her tail lashing tight around C'rci's wrist. Chuckling as Bolth looked on with rapt interest and pride she fed the creeling and exhausted creature. The crimson's strength having been all used up in her dramatic and angry entrance.
What's her name Mine? Bolth asked curiously as C'rci's lifepartner drew close, the crimson only letting out a small hiss clearly not wanting to share food nor human with her larger cousin, but was quickly silenced by a sharp reprimand from C'rci and an eyeridge scratch before being moved to the girls arm crook to sleep.
"Fasha. We'll call her Fasha my handsome blue Bolth." C'rci replied reaching out to stroke her own dragon lovingly scooting over on her bed and cleaning away the egg fragments to make room for both rider, dragon, and now firelizard to sleep.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 1:34 am
Daylight broke cold over the Weyr, the smell of burnt flesh and numbweed still hung like a shroud about it's walls. C'rci awoke with a crick in her neck, her lap harp having been shoved aside on the window ledge to be replaced by the large steely blue head of her sleeping companion. Gripping the lacquered wood C'rci strained and tilted to place the harp back on a shelf and out of the way. All the while doing her best not to rouse her soundly sleeping lifemate.
It was early, still very early and all the Weyr was in a hush. C'rci wanted to cherish that quiet as with loving fingers she stroked Bolth's eyeridges smiling when the dragon let out a soft content sigh.
How she had lived, but a single day before he'd come into her life was a mystery to C'rci. She should have known it was him awaiting her in the topsy turvey egg and shard the risks she should have rightened it. The mere thought of him being tossed about and upset set a fire in the young riders veins fit to match a queen in her anger. She'd have risked his mother's ire had she known. It surely would have been worth it.
I know you would have Mine, but no amount of jostling could have kept me from your side. Even if it did take me a little bit to sort myself out. Bolth added opening one whirling blue and green eye to stare lovingly up at His letting out a little sleepy yawn that had C'rci melting in his talons. Reaching out she hugged his big steely head to her chest, the blue nudging her playfully and nearly falling off the ledge were it not for his rider's quick reactions. Catching the blue she helped lower Bolth back to the ground slipping off the stone couch with a groan of sore muscles. She doubted there would be lessons or chores this day and sleep weighed heavily on the exhausted candidate as she stumbled over to her bed kicking off her boots and hauling off her heavier clothing in favor of a light nightshift as she went.
The horrors of thread and the images of her injured fellows still lay in front of her gaze everytime she closed her eyes and shuddering C'rci climbed into bed. Slipping beneath the covers she curled into a shivering ball taking a deep breath as she tried to be strong.
The dip of the bed as her lifemate crawled his way up onto the mattress draping himself over her like a big hide covered blanket jarred her out of her more morbid thoughts. Rolling over onto her back she reached out wrapping her arms around Bolth's neck as the pair laid there in comfortable silence and C'rci stared up at the worn ceiling of their shared weyr.
Words were rarely needed between the two though they often opted for them simply out of a shared love of conversation. Yet in this silence all felt right, curled together in their bed with little Crimson Fasha dragging herself from her little bed of rags to curl beside C'rci's head making a nest in the girl's red locks. Then nuzzling her owners ear the little flit fell asleep leaving Bolth and C'rci to quietly chuckle at their fiery little friend.
Dragons lived in the moment and in this moment there was no thread. To Bolth the world had narrowed down to just his flitter friend, his rider, and himself. There was no pain, no worry, no fear and what came tomorrow he would face tomorrow. There was no word for the feeling that Bolth felt for C'rci then as their breaths fell in time rising and falling with each others heartbeats. After all dragons had less need for words and more for emotions, but the two-legged ones like His had a word for it.
Before Bolth could speak though in his surprise he found himself beaten to the punch by his rider. Letting out a low content sigh and a gentle shush C'rci lifted her head to daintily press a kiss the tip of Bolth's nose with a smile and patted him on the head. I love you too Bolth.
Then settling down she closed her eyes and once again the pair drifted into a mercifully dreamless sleep.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:25 pm
Dear Journal
I have grown much since my last entry and added a little Crimson flit by the name of Fasha to the family of Bolth and I. Despite her more. . .shall I say confrontational attitude Bolth is very very fond of her. I think he spoils her a little over much letting her waltz about on him like that, but he claims not to mind. For the most part she remains wrapped about my neck napping in my hair. I've found in this position she's very hard to spot lending me a set of eyes in the back of my head in a way.
I have sad news to report though. Thread has returned and the Weyrs were ill-prepared for it's inevitable attack. I was among the first on the field when the injured landed. Bolth proved to be a worthy ally in tending the injured. You should have seen him propped up against the other dragons lending them his comfort and steady cheerfulness despite his fear. I'm happy to report that all those whom I tended survived and I. . .well I met a rather unusual rider through the experience.
His name is Z'fer. He's a rather handsome and from what I've been lead to believe very temper prone rash rider. Despite this my heart tightens whenever I see him and this angers myself and confuses poor Bolth. How dare he mess with my emotions knowingly or unknowingly! Hmph. . .men.
Bolth's looking up at me know asking why I have such a problem with the taller wingless ones. He hasn't quite grasped the concept of male and female yet and tends to see things as a young dragon should. I think I'll wait a while yet to broach the topic of human 'flights' as one might put it. Besides I've got plenty of time and I have no plans to belong to any male, but my beloved little steely Bolth.
~Sigh
Listen to me fussing over him like this. Still I can't help it. I spoil him much as he spoils Fasha, all right not that much. But still, he's so very very dear to my heart. My lifemate. I still can't fathom how I made it through the days before he found me. He's been very worried and scared over the return of thread and sticking much closer to me then is even normal for him. I've done my best to ease his fears and it seems he's begun to forget. Thank Faranth for dragon's short memories. I cannot stand seeing him so distressed and I half wish I'd been born the dragon and he the rider so I could flame the thread from the sky for him and he wouldn't have to face such a dreadful menace.
I want to fight. I was born to fight, to plot, to see this enemy destroyed. Bolth though is not a fighter, he's a lover, a caretaker, he's just so gentle. I love that about him. I love the way he can always see the gold lining to even the most mottled shell.
He's resting his head in my lap now as the three of us are all curled up in my bunk. It's a tight fit, but I can't seem to find it in my heart to send Bolth back to his wallow when it's clear sleeping apart from me causes him so much distress. We've been practicing a lot so I suppose I don't see any harm in allowing him and myself this small oddity. Fasha is currently asleep draped across my shoulder. Soon enough I'll unwind her and settle her in the little bed of clean rags I've made for her on the shelf. It's likely though if she wakes in the night she'll just come crawl onto the pillow next to my head and peep at me sleepily complaining how unfair it is that the big blue cousin of hers get's to sleep curled up under the covers with me while she has to stay in a nest.
I'm certain when and if she has eggs her attitude will vastly change. If only because there's no way come fog or fire I'm giving up my bed until they hatch. She'll have to keep her lot among her nest, not mine. Still I enjoy these moments. When all the Weyr is quiet and I am free to ponder the past and future.
Bolth's struggling to stay awake now and crooning for me to come to bed and sleep. Until next time Journal.
For now I have to arrange my unusually cuddly dragon before he dumps both of us on the floor. Who needs blankets anyway when you have a Bolth draped over you like a big hided heater.
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