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 Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 4:26 pm
Mud was distracted by the offered arm and after a second of hesitation he climbed onto it. He looked to Quinnel, and after seeing her give a slight nod of her head he resumed his previous position. Winath inched a little closer, curious. Quinnel reached out and stroked her head, humming to herself.
“ Winath has pretty colors, yes. You are an artist, yes, maybe? Candidate too, or no?”
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 9:35 pm
Zhaylan chuckled to himself. Amused, he scratched the little brown's head and underneath his chin. When the green dragon began to move closer, Zhay held his breath. What was the pretty green doing.
Then the girl spoke. Conversation. Must be friendly. Trying very hard to speak clearly, Zhaylan replied. "I saw you on Sands. I am Artist. Journeyman. A big blue dragon sniffed me. So yes, Candidate."
It had taken a lot of effort in the brief conversation. He hoped that Tersa would be proud.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 9:35 pm
“ Journeyman, hm? I am – was – Harper Apprentice; now I have Winath, yes. Maybe study more when Winath is big.”
Winath had listened when the boy spoke then, then when Her’s spoke. Finally she looked at Quinnel with whirling eyes and voiced her thoughts.
‘ I like him, Mine. He’s like you, but different; younger, but not.’ A hint a frustration floated across their bond as Winath fought to find the proper words. Quinnel set her a burst of reassurance and affection, understanding what the young Green meant.
“ Hm, Winath likes you. What is your name?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 5:46 pm
"My name is Zhaylan. Come from Fort. Came with others and Tersa said to stay." Zhaylan closed his eyes, remembering the moment. He opened his eyes and looked again at the mottled green. "So many colors."
He continued to pay attention to the little brown cousin. He opened the parchment and showed the girl, Winath's rider, the picture he was drawing. "What is brown's name?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 6:56 pm
“ I am Quinnel. He is Mud.” She said, pointing to herself and then to her flitt in turn.
As if on cue Quinnel’s stomach rumbled. Quinnel frowned and glanced down, as if confused as to where the offending sound had come from. Mud flapped his wings in agitation and Winath, who had been eyeing the presented drawing, translated for him.
‘ He wants you to go eat.’
Quinnel couldn’t help it: she rolled her eyes. ‘ Thinks he’s my mother, does he?’
“ I have been, hm, ordered to eat. Is your drawing finished, maybe? If not, they can stay, and you can finish, yes.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:19 am
"Drawing done. Go eat, feed dragon and little cousin. Feed your belly. Want drawings when done? Pretty art for you is okay?" Zhaylan held his drawing up for inspection.
Standing up slowly, Zhaylan looked around. The brown flit left his arm for its owner's side. He waved at the green dragon, hoping she would notice him. Her rider said the green liked him. "Maybe sometime help with green?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 6:52 pm
“ It is quite good, yes. It’d be nice to have pretty art from a, hm, promising artist.”
Quinnel held her arm out enough for Mud to cling to while he settled himself. Receiving art meant that she wouldn’t have to think of an excuse to further interact with the Zhaylan; he was different, refreshing, and she decided she better tolerate him then most. Besides, he mentioned possibly helping with Winath, something that would be useful, because for all her manners a Winath was still a growing dragon.
“ As for help, it would be nice, yes. Winath would like it too. See you again soon, I hope, maybe, yes.”
Giving a faint bow that could have been mistaken for a restless twitch or mere nod, Quinnel turned and left. Mud departed from her should and flapped towards the meat table, eating some more scraps, before lazily blinking Between and reappearing by Quinnel, settling himself back on his perch as she and Winath made their way back to the Weyrling barracks.
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