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 Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 10:35 pm
Despite himself, Selachii found his eyes widening, a grin on his mouth as he headed back toward the shore as well, putting his feet squarely on the sandy bottom so he could stand up, shaking his head to shift his dark hair out of his eyes. "I would indeed like to help," he said with a beaming grin. "This's the first time I've gotten the chance to be so close to one, other than the Search dragon that brought me." His lanky, tall self stretched once, and he chuckled, amused. "That is, if the lady would like my help." Half in teasing and half out of respect, Sela offered a bow to the little queen, smiling.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 7:02 pm
"She's much smaller than the dragon that Searched you! But she'll be bigger than your Hatchling when you Impress." Nandeli grinned cheekily, knowing that she would have a bigger hatchling than anyone else in the Weyr besides the other queenriders. Perhaps Reneneth was even bigger than Annelie's gold Yansanth when she was young. She would have to ask one day when she met her fellow goldrider. "I should say if, but I like to think everybody I meet has a chance at getting themselves a dragon. Much better that way. Do you remember the name of the dragon and the rider?"
She fished on of her brushes out of the bucket and tossed it across Reneneth to her newest friend. The gold had settled between them, watching Sela quietly. She gave a soft rumble when he bowed. Nandeli simply chuckled. "Here, you just rub some soap sand in and scrub with the brush. She'll move away if you hit a spot she doesn’t like. But she'll be a good sport, eh Ren?"
I am always on good behaviour. The gold replied politely.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:59 pm
"Well, yeah," Selachii said with a laugh as he caught the brush, "aren't queens the biggest?" He reached out to grab hold of a handful of soapsand, and bent carefully to rub the stuff into the little queen's side, his oversized hand gentle on the gleaming damp hide. "I recall part of the rider's name -- something with an A? He was tall, blond -- didn't talk much. His dragon was bronze, though?"
As he worked, Sela chattered, pleased that he seemed to have made a friend; he set the brush to Reneneth's side with surprising gentleness. "Is this right? I've only ever washed my foster-mother's flit as far as that goes, and she was a silly little beast -- and bitey."
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 5:32 pm
"Of course they are! Nice to see you pay attention in the lessons. You had better be careful Z'nal doesn't catch you sleeping or doing anything bad. Anyone who pisses him off is just asking for latrine duty. Did you know he gave a bunch of candidates latrine duty until the next hatching for misbehaving? It was pretty crazy." It was always best to warn the candidates about Z'nal. Having practically grown up around him, Nandeli couldn't say she was used to him but at least she was prepared. Selachii wouldn't have that advantage.
She added the first letter of the rider's name and his dragon's colour to her mental memory banks, making a note to check up on the information later. The Searchrider probably had yet to do anything scandalous, despite riding a bronze. That, or she just couldn't remember him off the top of her head, but she was find out. She was the Nose, after all. Listening as she worked, she scrubbed her dragon along her sides and then up her neck, careful of her large eyes. "Yup! She says you've got a nice touch. Your foster mother had a flit? Ren loves flits. She met the cutest little baby green at her Hatching Feast. Touched her nose and everything!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 11:29 pm
"As long as being too interested isn't a crime," Sela said with a grin, "I think we'll be all right. I am kinda worried about getting into fights, but I don't think I'll have to. Most people I've met -- though I haven't met many, mind -- have been pleasant enough. I'm a little nervous, but it could be worse, yeah?" He lifted a hand, swiped at a bit of sweat rolling down his temples with a little laugh.
"That little flit was anything but lovable. She'd nest in my mother's skirts when she'd leave the room, and then I'd go to pick up the laundry and there'd be a shrieking green bundle of claws and pain." Sela laughed, shaking his head as he scrubbed industriously at Reneneth's warm side. "I've got scars from that little harridan."
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 5:36 pm
"Naw, I don't think that anyone can be too interested in anything!" And she would know. There had been many people who told her she was too interested or too nosy, but she brushed them off every time. People who told her to mind her own business were always grouches. Nan had a feeling that Selachii would be able to understand her feelings on that matter. He certainly didn't seem to have any problems with sharing information with her, and if that wasn't the sign of a good person then she didn't know what was.
The Nose giggled at his stories of the flit, having heard similar tales from some of the Weyr's other flit owners. "I've heard the greens can be quite aggressive little creatures! Luckily the one Ren met was a sweetheart. She had a little bronze bodyguard and everything. It was the cutest thing I've ever seen." She continued to work as she spoke, finishing off her side of the dragon and making sure she scrubbed every nook and cranny. When she was finished, she stepped back a little to admire her work.
"There! Beautiful and glossy! And you'll dry on the way up." Nandeli gave the gold an affectionate rub on her eyeridges. Perhaps she would oil her when they returned to the barracks. Reneneth would let her know if she was itchy. Turning her attention back to her new friend, she beamed at him. "Thanks for your help Sela? You wanna come with us back to the bowl for some food or you gonna stay here a little while longer?"
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