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 Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2019 4:16 pm
This is a log for T'ves and Azelth's solo rps. Please do not post. 
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2019 6:26 pm
A death
The weyrlingmaster had been covering Introduction to Flying Formations in the last few lessons and T'ves had been having trouble wrapping his head around them. Just looking at them on the board, he was simply not able to comprehend how they were suppose to look in the sky. Which was silly as he saw dragons fly all the time.
Why don't we watch the older weyrlings flying? They are having their first pair flight today too. Azelth suggested. Or you can go practice your stretches. He was still stiff with his fresh scars and winced at the barbed comment.
Let's go watch the weyrlings. He headed over to a spot where he could watch the young dragons flying. Azelth padded after him with a croon. Soon that will be us. Her eyes whirled green as she looked up at him. Yes. He would be facing the fact square on that he would forever ride green. In a way he wasn't looking forward to it and what it would mean.
She snapped her jaws in irritation. Sometimes she had the most vexing rider, even if he was the best. The noise made him look at her, and he winced at the reds flashing in her eyes. He was a dragonrider. Why couldn't he be happy with that? Because he'd desired to be the best of anyone in the weyr. You promise? His mind whispered. Yes, came the firm, loving reply. She'd tell him as often as he needed it.
Such moments were becoming less and less disruptive to them as he slowly came to terms with his reality. Look up into the sky Mine. See how the dragons are flying? These are what those drawings you complain about turn into. T'ves stared up into the bright sky filled with the flash of colorful wings. He squinted trying to match the pattern from chalk to actual flight. This is so hard, he complained. If you want to be the best, you'll need to understand them. She replied without sympathy.
He pondered it wasn't the lesson his mind couldn't grasp, but the fact he'd be on a green that was holding him back. Greens are good, he told himself. If he was going to make it past his weyrlinghood, he needed to accept Azelth was a green. Despite being deep in thought, T'ves was also watching the dragons flying. One of bronzes seemed to be coming down too fast. Jokingly he started to comment, he's going to....
He never got to finish. T'ves felt the young dragon as he impacted the ground. There was a sickening thud, promptly followed by the dragons keening. Azelth threw her head back as she raised her voice too for the lost dragon. T'ves stared at her with wide eyes for a moment before he threw his arms around her. He is gone! His jaw clenched around the tears, I know. He tried to soothe her.
Just like that. They were gone. T'ves couldn't believe it. They hadn't even been doing anything super dangerous! At least not as he thought of it. They weren't flaming or fighting Thread. Azelth was only 2 months old. Would something snuff her out before she reached adulthood too? The agony in his heart when he thought of losing the fierce green surprised even him. She was the other part of himself. Something he wasn't sure he wanted to do without.
Right now the dark green needed his full attention. He stored the thought away to think about on his own later. T'ves focused on soothing his dragon. He knew what would comfort her the most, and ran to the feeding table to grab the sweetest meat piece. Bringing it back, he delicately fed it to her piece by piece.
WC: 627
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2020 6:52 pm
Deciding the Future
Time was swiftly flowing by whether they noticed or not. Six months in and he was still at odds with himself. T’ves avoided others as much as possible and his brother the most. Any time they passed in the halls, he turned his head away from the younger boy. They had nothing in common anymore as far as he was concerned.
T’ves had other things on his mind. Like the fact that firestone training was just ahead. He had some plans about that. It just didn’t sit well with him that he had to ride a breeding green. So he would not. Azelth didn’t have a particular desire to raise clutches of her own and was contented to follow her rider’s lead.
You realize we’re about to stir the pot? T’ves rested in his bunk in the wee hours of the morning. Azelth lay curled in her wallow. She raised her head to look at him, her eyes blinking sleepily. What pot? We’re still in bed. And should be sleeping, she added pointedly.
His lips twitched wirily. Aye we should. No one will be expecting us to show up though. It had gone practically unsaid that the greens wouldn’t need to be attending this particular lesson; just a brief comment that the greens would be doing something else. Well. T’ves didn’t intent to follow those particular orders.
Dawn came slowly while he waited. Azelth laid her head back down and went back to sleep. Slowly light crept in. Finally T’ves roused himself from a half doze. He got dressed, his expression grim. Wake up Azelth. It’s time to go. He didn’t want to consider that they might be turned away. The green yawned and stretched; Azelth blinked slowly before getting up from her wallow.
The pair headed to the firestone area. As he expected there was plenty of blues, browns, and bronzes to be seen; but there was a serious lack of greens. Look at them meekly following orders. Well what do you expect? They know their future job. Perhaps it came across a bit harsher than she intended. So do I, was his firm reply.
Standing in line with the other weyrling, T’ves knew they stuck out. Well like a green thumb. He saw the weyrlingmaster heading over to them and set his jaw. One way or another. He held his back stiff and straight as he followed the weyrlingmaster to his office for a talk.
A short while later he rejoined those of his class. He and Azelth would be allowed to learn to chew firestone. T’ves ignored the looks of the others. Some might approve, others might disapprove. It wasn’t their choice. It was his and he’d made it. Perhaps the others would see this as an example that they didn't have to blindly follow along.
WC: 469
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