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 Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 3:28 pm
"Walk with your feet, not with your head."
I am not walking with my head, Horteth grumbled as he picked himself up yet again. This is boring, do we have to do this?
"Do you want to keep falling over?" Her answer was a rather dramatic huff. Horteth didn't like spending the free time they got practising his walking. The others got to have fun and play games and he had to just walk up and down the shore of the lake over and over and over. It was so boring!
"Right then. Now lets try it again. Don't think overthink it. Ignore the sides of your feet, put your heel down first and roll your foot forward, then push off with your toes." While she explained Vanavia made a point of showing each step slowly as she placed her foot down and stepped. "Take it slow. We can work on speed once you get the movement down."
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 3:52 pm
There was a thunk-SPLOOSH as the waters of the lake erupted into a tiny tidal wave. The small thunderbolt that had hit the water surfaced a moment later, shaking itself off - or rather herself, as it was revealed to be a green barely five and three quarters of a foot tall at the shoulder. Which, as it turned out, was still taller then her rider, which was probably for the best. She paddled and then waded ashore, spreading her wings for extra flotation, and then appeared to notice Horteth and Vanavia.
she brightened up, bounding over to circle around the two, addressing Horteth directly
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 4:44 pm
Hello! Horteth replied brightly. Turning his body the blue tried to keep track of the green dragon as she circled around him and his rider. His turning didn't last long though before he was tangled a promptly stumbled back and landed on his rump with a thump. His mood, which had brightened immensely by this energetic distraction.
Are you alright, Horteth? Do you know who this is? It was somewhat unnerving sometimes that dragons could talk without anyone other than who they intended to hearing them.
She says she is Tarazeth and that hers is M'ere. Her rider is on her way. They have some practising to do. She thinks my toes are adorable. Vanavia smiled as the blue quickly relayed the information about the dragon he had already labelled as his friend. The comment about his toes might have added to it, Vanavia thought his extra toes were adorable too.
We are practising walking. Vanavia says that I walk with my head and not my feet, but I don't have anything other than my feet touching the ground. I even keep my tail up, see? I'm Horteth. I have an extra wing finger too! The young blue proudly spread his wing to show the extra digit on each wing.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 4:55 am
Tarazeth said, nosing in to inspect it before whirling away to look at Vanavia, thrusting her face right close in to get a good look.
She cocked her head to one side, glancing back down at Horteth. she showed him a picture of her rider walking with a tray on her head, getting her stance perfectly right. Though there was no context attached, there was a sense of pride and accomplishment. <- to show off for the ladies? 'cause you're barely out the shell, hon, you don't have to impress us yet!>
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 8:46 am
Vanavia had been content to let Horteth socialise with the older green without interruption, but was rather taken aback when Tarazeth's face suddenly appeared very close. The weyrling tilted back slightly on her heels, but didn't step away. She didn't want to seem rude after all.
"Hello..."
Yes! She wasn't ready to stand yet, but I couldn't wait for that to happen. Tarazeth thought what he did was cool!
Well, she hasn't made me walk with a tray yet. It's not for the ladies. It's because I fall over sometimes when I walk. The blue dragon held up one of his large feet and waved it slightly. My feet get in the way.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 2:44 pm
Tarazeth seemed to consider this for a moment, before turning fully away from Vanavia - careful not to hit her with her tail - to investigate, her wings extended a little. between. One of the two>
“Tarry, you bothering the nice weyrlings?” The fun had, apparently, arrived. M’ere was dressed simply, having eschewed anything beyond a linen shirt and breeches tied at the knee, and had apparently lost her boots somewhere along the way. Her flyaway curls had been largely contained in a fishtail braid down her back, though largely was the key word there. It sounded as though - from her slightly ragged breathing - that she’d been running. Over her back was slung a quiver and what was presumably a bow in its neat wooden case. “Where’d you hide my boots? S’a cruel trick, hiding a woman’s boots”
Tarazeth did what was apparently a cackle, coming from a dragon.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 4:10 pm
It's hard to keep track of all of them at the same time, Horteth mused as he wiggled his many toes. Vanavia said I should ignore them, but how can I ignore my toes?
'There's a shoeless woman coming towards us.' Was Vanavia's first thought as she turned her head toward the voice. The second thought to register was the presence of her weapon, but to be honest Vanavia had gotten almost used to everyone having a weapon on them all the time by this point. The idea that her dragon had hidden her boots was certainly an interesting one. Then again the energetic way she had seen so far, combined with that noise that sounded eerily like a laugh, certain backed up the theory.
Horteth shuffled forward quickly, stumbling once and managing to righten himself, circling around M'ere and blinking up at the strange thing on her back. Vanavia, What are these things? She had a bucket full of sticks and a box on her back. What was in the box? What were the sticks for? Horteth even went so far as to stretch his neck up to try and sniff at the box. Perhaps the scent would reveal the mystery within.
It's a quiver, the box is to hold the bow. You take the arrows out of the quiver and use the bow to shoot them. It is for hitting things far away. Really, Vanavia should have said something to M'ere, but her habit of not speaking until spoken to had warped slightly at the Weyr. She wasn't used to introducing herself, someone else had always done that part. So now Vanavia often found she just didn't end up starting conversations.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 10:18 am
“Hello, little man” M’ere said cheerfully, turning so she could keep the blue in sight. “Sorry, no food on me” That was, in her experience, what most hatchlings wanted - and what they wanted constantly. It was either ‘I’m hungry’ or ‘I’m itchy!’ if they weren’t asleep, and then there was that one time when Tarazeth had fallen asleep face-down in a pile of unidentifiable organs, something M’ere never failed to remind her of when she got too full of herself.
She looked back up, eyes fixed on Tarazeth. “Tarry, my boots. You want us to go hunting, I need to have something to put on my feet”
She let Horteth in on the joke, the corners of her mouth pulled back over her teeth in what might have been a parody of a grin.
“Oh, that is not funny. You hand - claw - them over right now, or I'll wash your hide with what the tanners use for bleach next time 'round!”
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