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 Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 5:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 5:49 pm
Farin nodded, her hair bouncing lightly as she regarded the apparition of the pair of flitts. Mindful again of her thankfulness of handling only one. “It will be good practice then. Flying felines is nothing like thread, but dodging trees will certainly be not an easy game.”
The woman nodded, paying carefully her regards. “I shall see you about the hunt then.” The greenrider responded, quickly exiting to gather her riding gear in anticipation of the hunt.
((Crap post. XD Shall make up for it during the hunt.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 10:36 am
Walking by the lights of the glows, the Weyrleader strode along one of the winding corridors that led down towards the kitchen area; a thoughtful look on his tanned face. He had been bored sitting in his weyr with nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company and had decided to find something more constructive to do. It felt strangely wrong to sit back and let the day fly by without doing anything important, and it didn't help dull the uneasiness that followed him like a dark cloud.
Tallith was once again swooning over the queen, his protectiveness increased in her tenfold as she showed signs of becoming egg heavy. How long would it be before that day? How long would it be before little hatchlings were sprawled out across the sand...and how many would there be? He had to admit he was extremely nervous about it, and he hoped that the clutch would be a good one. The flight had lasted well but was it enough? He closed his eyes momentarily and tried to think positive, there would be a bronze or two, there had to be.
He shook his head, hands jammed down into the pockets of his jacket as he continued onwards, eyes diverted to the ground as he tried to rid himself of the worries that were slowly consuming him. To make things worse he hadn't seen much of Ephia lately and being in her presence often helped to ease the nerves that tightened his muscles.
He sighed and turned the corner, steely eyes focusing ahead.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 11:05 am
The lunch hour hadn't quite arrived, and the dining hall was almost completely empty--perfect, in K'rel's mind. The Wingsecond had lapsed back into his reclusive way of life not long after the flight, simply out of habit. A habit that he had to struggle to keep up, in fact; Siventh had been furious with the change. The brown was obviously very attached to his Liliath, and not even his stubborn bond would keep him from her. Fine by K'rel, as long as he didn't have to join in on the meetings.
Finishing up an early lunch, he returned his bowl and cup to the kitchen, then startd back up the long corridor to his weyr. There was no chance of catching a ride outside; Siventh had refused to speak to him for some time now, the stubborn wretch. K'rel kept telling himself the brown would come around...which he would. Eventually.
And then there was the matter of the flits. His three eggs had finally hatched, all healthy and safe, but the tiny creatures only serves to annoy Siventh further. Well. There wasn't anything K'rel could do about it. The flits were excellent company when they weren't hungry, and with Siv not speaking to him..well, there you are.
He stumbled on uneven flooring and snapped from his thoughts, bracing himself against a wall to catch his balance and resuming his walk as normal. Turning a corner, he nearly ran into another rider and quickly sidestepped to avoid him, nodding politely in greeting when he recognized L'cian. "Weyrleader."
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 11:19 am
L'cian too had been lost in thought despite his line of gaze being drawn directly ahead of him, and was therefore rather surprised to almost collide with another rider. He took a few steps backwards and shook his head, cursing inwardly at his lack of attention. This really wouldn't do.
He just managed to catch himself from wincing at the title and gave a curt nod, eyes falling upon the familiar face of the Wingsecond. "K'rel." He replied, a relieved smile crossing his face, he could have bumped into much worse. "I haven't seen you in a while, heard your Siventh managed to catch Liliath, must be the lucky turn for browns." He laughed genuinely and felt the contented presence of Tallith settle in his mind.
Luck had nothing to do with it dear rider.
Of course not Tallie. He chucked and shook his head, turning his attention once more to the rider ahead of him. "It's a good job dragons don't remember too much or else there would be some pretty angry bronzes around."
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 11:30 am
"What the dragons don't remember, their riders often do," he replied with a dry laugh, relaxing and dropping the formality. A lucky meeting indeed considering the number of riders in the weyr. "I've been making myself scarce, much to Siventh's displeasure, and I doubt that will change much until duty brings me back into the open. But ahh well, can't hide forever, eh?"
He paused at an inward mumble from his dragon, but when Siventh didn't grace him with any actual words, returns hi attention to the new Weyrleader. "A lucky turn... Congrats, by the way. And pass it on to Tallith. The flight, both flights, were amazing. A good sign for the Weyr."
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 11:45 am
"Yes true...too true." There were many things he had experienced which he wished he could forget, so many things shadowing him and annoying him. To be as freeminded as a dragon must be a wonderful thing, but could ignorance really be bliss? He supposed there was a lot of truth to that statement, so much so that it was scary.
"And no...hiding is a privilege that seems to have been snatched away from me, although hopefully that will end up being a good thing rather than a hindrance. I've spent too much time already in my weyr alone, and my new responsibilities will be forcing me out of the habit. I think Tallith will enjoy the change in me." He smiled softly and nodded, "sounds like both our dragons give us a hard time." He laughed again and felt himself relax, nothing had changed much. He had been convinced that people would treat him differently, perhaps not accept him or give him cold looks, however he saw none of this in K'rel.
"Yes..." The last turn had been a terrible one, the death of so many had shaken them all terribly, but from the events that had already occured L'cian was sure that already things were looking up. "The mood in the Weyr seems to have been boosted, and with the promise of a clutch I'm sure things will improve further." He had to believe that, had to make sure it happened. He couldn't let the riders and dragons suffer as they already had not so long ago.
Thoughts back to the flight brought a somewhat tender look upon the rider and he nodded. "Yes there is nothing quite like a flight is there? And thank you, I shall tell him although it'll probably make his ego swell even more - if that's even possible."
"Anyway, where were you heading? Anywhere important?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 12:10 pm
"I had lost that privilege for a time..." Thinking back, he hadn't much minded. T'bell had been good company, easy to talk to and willing to listen. But then, he was a Harper. "But I haven't seen Liliath's rider for weeks now, even if Siv does keep up a relationship with the green. And now he won't speak to me." The brownrider shrugged helplessly, eyes flickering towards the ceiling and the general direction of ihs own dragon. "But he'll come around, I'm sure."
The change in the weyr had been immediate, beginning with the end of both flights and merely continuing to grow as one good mood fueled another. And now with a clutch on the way, and a Hatching even further in the future, spirits only continued to rise. Thoughts had finally wandered from the deaths in light of a hopeful future. But as near as they were, the slightest accident could send moods spiraling back to what they had been after the sickness. Once again, K'rel thanked the fates that Siventh had not managed to catch the golden queen.
"Something to look forward to. Though I'm sure the Queen's moods aren't making things easy..."
He flashed a quick grin and again glanced towards the ceiling, chuckling softly. "The browns in this weyr... Arrogant as bronzes and stealing the Queens from them. What's next?" With a slight shrug, he returned his eyes to L'cian. "Just back to my weyr. Had an early lunch to avoid the...noise."
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2005 5:19 am
He nodded thoughtfully, wondering why it was that K'rel had returned to his old habits. He supposed it was something easy to slip back into and he was quite sure he would like to do the same. "Dragons and their mates are usually inseperable." He agreed with a smirk, thinking back to his own Tallith as he swooned over the Queen like a lovestruck teenager. "Though I'm sure it's the same for most riders too once they find the right person." He moved quickly from that line of conversation however and continued.
"Oh yes, the browns are getting arrogant, but I can't say I blame them, not too often they are in the spotlight, might as well let them enjoy their time in it." He laughed and shook his head, strands of hair falling into his grey eyes. "Just goes to prove that they shouldn't be underestimated."
"Early lunch you say? Hmm I guess that was probably a good idea, it isn't nice to be in the dining hall when it's crowded, especially in the hot weather." He wished he had thought of it too but it was too late for such thoughts now he supposed. "It might have been best for me to avoid people for now as well, or atleast until the clutch is on the sand. I'm not too sure on everyone's reaction to the whole situation as of yet" He reached up to run a hand through his hair and sighed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 9:00 am
~~~~~Returning from the Hatching Festivities~~~~~
The old traditionalist stormed through the corridors, blind to everything and everyone. She knew not of where she was going, only that she needed to escape from the bustle of the hatching festivities and find a place of solitude where she could cool down and think.
That Weyrwoman had done it this time! How dare she treat her riders in such a disgusting fashion! M'xan and herself were not replaceable, they were both dedicated riders with ideals that would aid the Weyr, not destroy it.
Tradition had kept the weyrfolk alive and safe until today so why change things now!?
The rage swirled within her as she swept around another turning, feet moving swiftly across the smooth rock.
Please calm down dear heart. Waroth's low, soft voice trickled through her mind, destroying her anger with it's velvet touch. Blyir's angered expression faltered slightly, the lines softening on her face.
Sorry to worry you love.
Do not let her get you upset. All is not lost.
Right as usual Waroth.
You doubt it? Her dragon rumbled with amusement.
"Of course not." She spoke the last statement aloud, pausing in her step to lean against the nearest wall. It was time to collect her thoughts and emotions.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 12:00 pm
Slipping from the Weyrbowl, M'xan found himself in the cooler confines of the corridors that ran through the Weyr. He was happy to be away from the crowd; he'd done his job, made an appearance, and even started an argument with the Weyrleaders. Not that he was particularly opposed to agruing with them, especially if it got his point across. No, what he was still fuming about was the threat of replacement.
After all the work he had put in to saving this Weyr and helping it survive the Plague, they disregard his experience and instead threaten his rank! It was insulting. Insulting to his dragon, to himself, and to what he had done for this Weyr!
Love... Enelth's voice, now infinitely calmer than before, brushed through his mind. M'xan couldn't help but smile at the Bronze's mental caress.
Turning a corner, the bronzerider found Blyir leaning against a wall, apparently trying to clear her thoughts. So this is where she had gotten to.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 4:30 am
He comes. Waroth chimed, and he did not need to mention a name to let her know who it was. A wave of relief swept through her as she raised her head to spy her wingleader, instantly moving forwards to greet him. Her respect for him was undoubtable and she would do anything he asked of her without question. They had been friends for a long time now, and such a deep trust was rare amongst the dragonfolk.
It was something she treasured dearly.
"M'xan." She greeted with a nod of her head, "so what brings you here? Had enough of the...festivities." She snarled the last word, for the celebration today had not been as joyous as one had expected. For her the happiness had ended when the last young dragon had impressed.
She was still fuming from the argument with the Weyrwoman, but Waroth was right, it wasn't over yet. Far from it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 5:43 pm
"Quite enough, thank you. One can only take so much of holders cooing over their brats." he replied with sneer. Another thing that irked him. Holder's had no business at Impressions -- they couldn't possible understand the bond between rider and Dragon. The closest they might come was a firelizard, and the silly beasts, though useful in their own right, where nothing compared to Dragons.
The bronzerider glanced back at her. "And you? Had enough of our dear Weyrwoman's company?" he questioned sarcatically, though the mocking tone was not directed at her. No, she was loyal, a strong, cunning wingsecond. Trust was valued highly among their ranks, particularly between Blyir, S'dar, and himself. They, after all, had ideals, concrete and proven valid hundreds of Turns before. Therein lay their strength, outnumbered though they were here.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 4:06 am
She gave a wry smirk at his comment, nodding in complete argeement. She'd hated Holders asking her what it was like to be a dragonrider, they'd never understand. It was something unexplainable! Her heart warmed when she thought of her beautiful Waroth and she thought herself incredibly fortunate to have impressed on the sands all those years ago.
Very fortunate.
No fortune involved. The dragon hummed pleasantly. We were made for one another. She held back the emotion that wanted to show itself by straightening her posture and taking heed of M'xan's question. There would be time to dwell on the past later, but not now.
"Peh...she's not worth my time. Really M'xan that brownrider would let her get away with murder! She needs to be kept in line by a strong Weyrleader, to be told that she can't go threatening her riders like that no matter how annoyed she gets." Blyir spoke firmly, a sharp edge to her voice as she spoke her opinions on the matter. "I just hope Ariath rises to mate again soon, this can't go on!"
It was true she was still shaken up with the threat of being replaced, but...but if Tallith failed to catch Ariath next flight then that would be a worry long forgotten. Especially if...no, she couldn't predict a mating flight, such a thing was impossible!
"We need to increase our numbers, and tell S'dar of what has happened today. He needs to know." by 'our' she meant traditionalists; for the Weyr did not house many, and the only other she kept in close contact with was S'dar who she hadn't seen in a while.
"Where is S'dar anyway?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 8:40 pm
Tallith will not get the chance again. Enelth rumbled fiercely. M'xan gave a tight, amused smile. No, they won't. They would not fail again. They couldn't. Enelth was part of himself and he was part of Enelth and together they would reclaim this Weyr.
"S'dar? I'm...not sure. Possibly out turning the new Weyrlings to our way of thinking." Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen the bluerider during the Hatching or the festivities. He'd been so preoccupied with the argument with the Weyrwoman he had forgotten to see if he was around. Well, he wouldn't worry. All three of them were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, and the Weyrleaders wouldn't target them for replacement now. There were far too few truly experienced riders.
They wouldn't dare, love. Enelth soothed, and M'xan relaxed a little. Enelth was right. The Weyrleaders wouldn't risk it. Not when every rider was needed.
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