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 Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 8:34 am
(Vesin may join too!)
Malta was glad when the question and answer time was over. It had been so stressful, especially when the questions had started coming to her, personally. Malta preferred to be under the radar, to do what she did, do it well, and to just not be noticed for much at all. People, after all, were scary.
said Poecileth. It was the next day, and, Drills and threadfighting and all other things being generally over for the day, they had returned to their passion – healing. Malta was settling in, and Poecileth was settling nearby – as near as she could, as always.
Malta wished that her dragon hadn't clammed up.
The dragon harumphed,
Malta could feel Poecileth's confidence returning – perhaps more so than before. It was always reassuring that her dragon was so resilient.
Malta let her dragon think out loud, as she went over the cases and inventory for the day...
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 9:27 am
There had been many questions and many people answering them. Vos hadn't had a chance to devote time to the talkative dragon directly during the meeting. Talkative dragons were incredibly rare. She wasn't sure why dragons preferred to speak only to their rider or another dragon. It was time to find out. Vos had found out where the rider and her green worked. They would be easy to get to at the healers as long as she kept out of the way and there was no emergencies. The teen had gathered her siblings as well to come join in this private question session. Maybe if it was just a few of them, they could get their questions answered. "Is she there?" Vos asked out loud as she strained up on her tip toes to spy on the dragons laying outside.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 9:45 am
Vesresh strained to get a good view. Having not hit his growth spurt, he could see even less than his sister. One day, perhaps, he would be tall. For now, though...
“I don't know...” he said, his view blocked by a sizable brown... “Should we... go to them?” he asked, uncertainly.
~~~
Everything was good. No emergencies, no duels... further duels, though the Malvren rider was beyond her help. Malta hated duels and was grateful that she had never been challenged to one: it was enough to patch up the ones who did duel. She had seen many injuries, to dragon and rider and wher, and it was pointless. Truly pointless.
Poecileth rumbled agreement. The rider that had died had had good ideas, and been well respected.
Neither dragon nor rider liked the masterhandler very much, if at all.
No emergencies either: a quiet day, with a few battered whers and handlers that had gotten too close to tunnelsnakes, and one long-term patient – a brown wher with a broken leg and a few ribs who was healing well and – she was sure – only played at lethargy to get extra belly rubs from her, which she was willing to give to him.
It was nice to be a generalist – though she had no choice, of course: dragon riding, with the small number of riders that they had – was too much to do anything more than general work.
Poecileth stretched, blinking for a moment at something beyond one of the dragons that liked to sun in the area – a brown she knew well enough but rarely talked to (he was often asleep at this time of day.)
Was that a flash of red she had seen?
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 11:04 am
"Definitely. We came all this way already." Half way across the weyrbowl. Hardly a distance. Still Vos wasn't going to let not seeing them discourage her. Especially with her siblings with her. "C'mon, lets see if she's in." Confidently she weaved her way in among the dragons. Really who'd thought there's be so many here right now? "Do you remember that rider's name and her green?" That would help if they knew who to look for by name. Vos peered up at the dragons. Maybe she could find the rider. The teen poke her head inside the cave and looked around.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 1:35 pm
“Um... Malla, I think?” said Vesresh, “And the green was... Poe? Poecileth...?” he did a little hop, “She had a very nice face... oh!” he pointed, “There, there!” Sure enough, there was the dragons head, with its striking high-contrast triple colors. “She's here...” ~~~~ Poecileth rumbled to her rider, dismissing the flash of red as a trick of the light, Malta said, tending to her wher patient, she smiled,
Malta smiled. Her dragon was completely back to her old self.
Good.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 1:46 pm
Ugh! Thank the first egg for little brothers who remembered this s**t. She grinned at him. "Good job! Lets get her attention before she leaves." It'd be impossible to get to the dragon if she flew to her weyr. Vos grabbed his hand and made for the green. She really didn't want to have to stand around inside the infirmary with sick people to talk to the rider. Rider. Did they need to ask the rider for permission? Vos groaned to herself. Well hopefully not! Letting Esre hang back if he wanted, she moved in front of Poecileth to get her attention. "Excuse me, sorry to bother you. You'd offered to answer questions at the meeting. Would it be alright with you and your rider if we asked you some more questions?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 5:16 pm
Poecileth was understandably startled when a young woman came prancing up to her. she said, tilting her head realizing – with some chagrin – that she had done it again – talked in a young persons mind without their permission. Malta said. Hearing what her dragon heard was always a bit tricky.
Malta finished her checkup of the wher.
Poecileth tucked herself into a comfortable – yet elegant – position and arched her neck pleasantly down at the girl.
said Poecileth,
~~~
Vosin was so brave! Esre hesitated before following her to the dragon. “Hi.” he said, looking at the infirmary warily, hanging back behind his sister.
~~~
Poecileth replied, her eyes glittering a merry – perhaps triumphant – blue,
said Malta,
Poecileth thought it would be great if her rider joined in. This was a far better forum for Malta: less dragons, less riders, less people.
said Malta. Things still needed to be done, after all.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 6:13 pm
"I am!" Vos was pleased the dragon recognized her. "This is my brother Esre. It's really nice of you to answer our questions." She grinned at the dragon. "Esre if you didn't hear she's agree to talk to us. Come up here and don't be shy." She waited for her brother to join her. "We didn't want to bother her if she was busy. Go on, ask your questions now." She'd asked so many questions at the initial Q&A already. It was time for Esre to stand up and be heard.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:50 pm
Vesresh cringed, staring at his sister in horror. Him?! Questions?! “I... I heard...” he squeaked, looking up at the dragon. It wasn't like he was scared of dragons... just of... asking. And now Vosin had put him on the spot, and he didn't want to be. “I just...” Poecileth crooned to the twins, That the candidates were speaking to her at all made her feel... Validated. Wonderfully so. See? she thought, It was not rude. I was in my rights. And the more she thought it, the more she believed it. Yes. She had not been rude. This was proof. said Malta evenly, amused.
said Poe, thinking back.
Malta smiled, giving the wher a farewell pat on the head before turning to her other minor patients.
“Um...” said Vesresh again. It was just so... strange... to have a voice in his head like that. It did little for his confidence. “You're a very pretty dragon.” he blurted out. She had said it didn't need to be a question, right? He couldn't think of any questions just then... he was too frantic to think of much aside from how he wanted to try sketching again, and how nice it would be to draw the dragon and NOT be on the spot...
Poecileth said, preening slightly,
Malta supplied,
Much like her rider... Very much.
She switched, briefly, to private speech, just for Vesresh, Poecileth had an excellent idea. she said, privately, again to Vesresh, Such an arrangement would, Poecileth felt, help him with the shyness and buy him time to find his own questions...
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 1:02 pm
She was enjoying talking to the dragon. It gave her a good idea of what it'd be like if she managed to impress at this clutch. Although it didn't come with the sense of herself being completed; she knew now how it would feel to have her dragon speak to her the first time. Vos looked up as the dragon encouraged them to simply talk to her even if they didn't have a question.
The teen noticed her brother's hesitation when she called him forward. A small crease formed between her brows. He really needed to get over this shyness. There was only them and the dragon after all. She didn't want him to freeze on the Sands. "I hope you won't stammer when your dragon picks you," she teased lightly.
At least he hadn't completely frozen and said he thought the dragon was pretty. Which she was. Vos thought dragons, like people, liked being called pretty. Clueless to what was being planned, she came forward with a question. "What was it like after you'd hatched but before you found your rider?" Vos may have forgotten that dragons had short memories and that Poecileth might not remember. She hoped it would give Esre time to think of things he'd want to ask.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 8:36 am
said Poecileth to the two children, she cast her mind back as far as she could, nudging through Malta's mind for the rest. But of course, Malta didn't know what Poecileth had been like in the moments between the breaking of her eggshell and the moment that Poecileth's mind had finally coiled around the girl's. It was not hard to remember that part from Malta's perspective, or to find the memories of the experience that Poeileth had stored, snug and comfortable next to Malta's. Malta said, providing her own memories of the hatching from before she impressed. It was foggy, and not centered on the strikingly colored green that would become her world, but it was... something.
Poecileth said to Vesresh quietly, she switched back to more 'public' speech.
she admitted, she pulled at the memory of her gently-swirled egg hatching, her face seen as she peered out of her egg, she hesitated, casting around for a memory to interpret, Yes... there was a memory of Malta's, and a feeling of pride in her own stored memories, and – next to it – a feeling of...
It's my turn now
Yes. That... would be something she would do. And that was a memory of Malta's: the last dragon on the sands, hovering over the eggs that remained as she gently tapped their shells.
The dragon 'smiled', her face moving into a pleasant configuration and her eyes gleaming a brilliant blue. she purred,
said Malta, remembering the feeling of intense love and comfort that she had received in that beautiful moment. She started to put things away, smiling. she said, rinsing her hands before heading outside.
said Poecileth, moving slightly to provide a comfortable seat for her rider as the woman left the infirmary and, smiling somewhat shyly, sat down on her dragon's foreleg.
“Hello” she said, “Mind if I join you?”
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 8:41 am
Vesresh swallowed as the dragon fed him his lines. What did he want to ask about? It didn't actually take much thought: the hatching. That was what was on his mind. The other things... they could wait. He was distracted, though, by Poecileth's description of the event. It sounded odd, secondhand almost, but it also sounded like a truly amazing occasion. He opened his mouth to ask a follow up question, but was distracted by the appearance of the dragon's rider. “H-hello.” he said, smiling shyly and waving to her, “Uhm. I have a question. More than one. But... What do you mean, Miss Dragon, that it is conjecture?” Also, what is 'conjecture'? Though he was harper material, the word was outside the boy's vocabulary...
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 8:32 pm
"Oh I hadn't realized! Hmm." She couldn't blame her if the memory wasn't that clear in her mind. Though riders tended to remember the moment quite clearly and fondly. Vos liked to hear she helped others of her clutch. "Yes thank you for answering!" Vos eased her neck from the crick she's almost put into it by looking up when a new voice spoke up.
"Hi! I hope we haven't bothered you." She was pleased to see the rider too. Esre asked his own question and she grinned, pleased. The teen settled in to listen. She wanted to ask about weyrlinghood right after she impressed and what it had been like in the first few days.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 7:42 am
“Bother me?” Malta said, surprised. “Oh, no! No no! You didn't bother me at all” she laughed, “It's a slow day, so...”
Poecileth chuckled privately to her rider. she said to Vesresh and his sister, Her eyes became a deep, smug blue,
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 7:46 am
“Oh.” said Vesresh. So, that meant she didn't actually remember and... Oh. Though proud of himself for asking his own question, he found himself – shyly – out of questions again.
Thankfully, the dragon had given him a few questions to ask, and he accepted her gift gratefully.
“So, um...” he began, “What was it like? Afterwards? What is it like being a weyrling?” he glanced at Vosin, and then back at Malta. “Does it keep you very busy?”
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