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 Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 5:18 pm
K'lan calmly accepted F'sey's reassignment of her 'hairdresser' and nodded to H'dra in acknowledgement. He seemed young, but F'sey wouldn't trust someone incapable. The blonde took her seat, prior to A'nt [he had, after all, spoken up after her] after raising her brows briefly toward him to let him know her attentions.
"Well met, H'dra. I am K'lan, of green Condoroth. I, unfortunately, did not attend the feast."
A rueful smile and she held up her arm to illustrate. "I was dosed with fellis and sent to bed, rather."
Condoroth had no problem speaking up, greeting Dievath in her upbeat, factual tone.
Hello, big one, I am Condoroth! Mine is in the seat!
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 5:56 pm
With a sour look at the Weyrlingmaster, Rinfala let her hand drop back to her side as she walked forward in stony silence, head high. He could cut her hair, but he wouldn't come out of this without backlash...as soon as she figured out how to do it without accusations of attacking a fellow rider being hurled her way. She wasn't that stupid, and like it or not she had an image to uphold as a goldrider.
But...maybe just a little hunk of hair...
Crooning a friendly greeting at Condoroth--she was nice and respectful, and she was a green so she was smaller--Arioth gave Varth a smug, lofty look before strutting forward with Hers. Be proud, Mine. We get to go before Varth and His, and we are better than all of them. Hair is not important. Getting to lose it first was, though.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 6:09 pm
Blah blah blah. Did this guy ever like to talk about hair!
Xanthoth yawned and decided now was a good time to remedy the itch on his side, a rhythmical thumpthumpthump against the ground resulting from his efforts. B'lin didn't have hair, so he didn't think this was a very important thing for them to spend their time listening to. Bored? So bored! Hungry? Very! The only thing he craved more than food was attention, and it was so distressing, the lack of girls around here!
W'in was close, he couldn't honestly say he hadn't done a double take with his brother's Impressed. But there was no fooling him. No, sirree. He knew a real lady when he saw one!
...And he wasn't seeing too many.
There was Rinfala, and she wasn't too bad. Had she been there alone he'd have been at her side already. Arioth being a gold had nothing to do with his decision to stay clear of her if he could help it. Her being a gold or green wouldn't change the fact he liked all his body parts in the condition and order they were now. Varth was delusional at best to think that was a winning battle.
His eyes averted from the goldrider and continued his inspection of any females presently in his company. Yes, his company. The others of his gender may as well have not even been there. But it wasn't really an issue, so no point in stressing over it. Let's see, let's see...
Ah, Condoroth's rider! K'lan now, was it? Silly thing, shortening her name like a man! Xanthoth's search remained ongoing. Next in line was Ferris. She was nice. Just not quite what he was looking for today.
Whatever you're thinking of doing, don't do it.
I am just looking, Mine. But he wasn't, and if His wasn't going to allow him the spotlight he deserved (why? because he was Xanthoth of course!), then he'd get it the only way he knew how. Sitting up, Xanthoth peered over his shoulder quizzically. Is that your brother, B'linmine?
B'lin wasn't guilable, really he wasn't. It was just within Bachi's level of stupid to do something like crash a Weyrling lesson. For that reason and only that reason, he made the mistake of turning to look, just to be sure. For such a youngster, Xanthoth moved quick, and by time B'lin had turned back the bronze had already scurried to Ialluth and, to his rider's horror, was affectionately nuzzling her leg.
Personal space was a waste of space!
Hello, lovely! I am Xanthoth!
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 6:24 pm
We're not late, Hasufeth. Yes we are, Mine. Nah, we're almost early. Mine, we're late. No, no, I think- Mine, Xanthoth and His are already there. Please, we are late.
M'rik slowed a little, eying the Blue closely. You... Really? Yes. He winced. Eh... in that case, let's go in really quiet, huh? The boy probably would've managed to arrive unnoticed, slipping in behind A'bri, had Hasufeth not chosen that moment to sneeze so hard he squawked out their entrance, huffing his nose a bit afterward. Sorry, Mine.
Quickly catching himself, M'rik scratched a bit behind his ear and cleared his throat. "He's not sick, it's just dusty. But, right, um... I didn't-" My sibling says we are cutting hair first, Mine. "I mean did. I did hear that first part of the lesson. How much are we cutting off, exactly? Because your hair is pretty long. Nice color, by the way. Don't see that a lot. I've been meaning to cut mine for a while anyway. Pain to brush, y'know? So, how short is it going?" He looked the weyrlingmaster up and down a couple times. He did have very nice hair, actually. But not much else about him screamed 'nice.' Was everyone in this Weyr going to be as sour as his roommates?
And this hair thing... hm. How short? He'd shaved it before. Not so fun. But maybe to a decent length. It was a little irritating having to tie it up every morning, and he had hair like a girl when he slept.
Hasufeth sat looking up at Ialluth, newly silenced, his head tucked a little low between his shoulders.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 7:08 pm
Just a haircut? Well, that was fine. A'bri wasn't even sure he needed one- his hair was a bit unruly, but it wasn't long. And if he did need one, well, it just saved him the trouble of getting it done some other time.
Varth hissed, his eyes swirling an irritated orange as Arioth strutted forward, and A'bri sighed. He reached out to run a soothing hand down Varth's neck, trying to distract him from his sister.
:Why are we not going first?: Varth asked, a petulant note in his voice.
"I don't know if I need to," A'bri murmured in response, shrugging. "Besides, it's just a haircut. It's not like we're learning much by having our hair cut..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:35 am
"My, aren't you quick?" F'sey remarked dryly, eying M'al as the boy refused to shut up. He stepped up easily enough and for one very brief moment, the redhead was starting to consider perhaps going a little easier on the bluerider. Wait a minute! Go easy on that rat? He must be getting old. Really, he out to give the weyrling his on special cut, just for being such a little- Deep breath, F'sey. The lesson had just started. He didn't need to be thinking homicidal thoughts when they day had only started.
Without further ado, he placed the bowl on M'al's head. So maybe they didn't actually need a bowl to cut the weyrlings' hair, but F'sey was personally fond of the practice. Nothing like a little humble pie in the morning. The bowl was lopsided, but the weyrlingmaster pretended not to notice and began to cut, wicked smile growing as uneven clumps fell to the floor. It only took him a moment and he released M'al with a pat on the back. "Stunning."
It was then that W'in caught his attention and he frowned. "What do you want, kid? Didn't I tell you to go and get your shoes?"
Mine, he said Toronth hid them...
F'sey blinked and scowled. Like he hadn't heard that one before. Ialluth, ask the blue and get him to divulge, should W'in actually be telling the truth. Please.
Of course! Ialluth shuffled and faced the patchy blue, crooning softly to him. How adorable! He was just so proud of himself! Little Toronth! Mine tells me what a wonderful shoe-hider you are. He is very impressed that you stumped Yours so. However, it's...uhm, distracting from his lesson a little, and Mine would like it very much if you could give Yours his shoes back. She was gentle addressing the Gypsy Vanner blue, but the mottled green was clearly no-nonsense. She put up with Hers, after all, so a playful little blue was nothing for Ialluth. Well, that was until...
Mine! Mine! Look, look at this little one, isn't he absolutely adooooorable~? She warbled to the bronze cuddling against her leg. Let's keep him! She leaned down to nose the friendly little weyrling, not at all put off by the pet name. Why hello there, Xanthoth! My name is Ialluth. And you are the cutest little thing I have ever seen! Yours is certainly lucky, being with such a handsome, handsome dragon.
F'sey's expression clearly conveyed the exasperation. "B'lin, call your bronze off," he instructed, mentally struggling with his own dragon as her motherly tendencies kicked in. All she wanted to do was love the little one! Whatever. He'd let B'lin deal with the flirty little Mustang for now. He changed his focus to the sulky goldrider.
"You. Attitude problem. Get your scrawny a** over here. And you!" He had seen M'rik sneak in. "With the time keeping problem, you're next!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 1:17 pm
The thing about serving up a slice of humble pie is that the receiver has to actually be able to feel shame. M’al never had gotten into that habit. Once the bowl came off, he ran his hands through his hair, trying to get a feel for the damage. Eh. It could’ve been much worse, he decided. After all, he still had hair. “Thank you, sir. I’ll be sure to patronize you again!” he said cheekily, well-aware of the double-meaning behind the word.
Then it was back to the group quickly, so he could get back to Redhath’s side. The little Blue hated being left alone, even if he could see His. Redhath calmed down once M’al was returned to him. He looked His up and down and snorted delicately, reporting, You look ridiculous, Mine, like you just woke up. Not just on the wrong side of the bed, but on the wrong bed entirely.
Hmm… briefly, M’al wondered just what bed that would be. Or, more specifically, whose bed. Ugh. Best not to think about such things. “Thank you, Redhath, for that wonderful description of my new haircut. Don’t worry. You’ll get your food soon.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 1:51 pm
Scrawny? Really? Teeth gritting against each other, Rinfala stepped closer the two-three paces it took to be in front of the Weyrlingmaster. "I'm here, sir." Somehow, she managed to make 'sir' sound derogatory. Rin was not a happy camper, with insult heaped upon impending injury. Did F'sey somehow think she'd forget this? Fat chance.
Already rumbling ominously, Arioth raised her head and hissed at F'sey. He insults you like Varth insults me. You should not let him insult you. You are better than that. The glare she gave the Weyrlingmaster spoke louder than any words: 'Harm Mine, and I will make you regret it.' But he was not Hers, and she would not speak to him. She would, however, do the next best thing.
Yours should not insult Mine, she told Ialluth imperiously. Mine is good and strong or I would not have chosen her.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 2:30 pm
Urges like, say, the urge to speak weren't ones B'lin experienced often. That served him well now. Had he been one to speak freely, he'd have ended up in trouble, too. Call him off? As if he'd called him on! How was he suppose to control that flirt? Ask him nicely?
...Not a bad idea.
Xanthoth, please come back here.
He would have liked to stick with the thinking his plea had influenced Xanthoth, but with that guy you could never be sure. By time he asked the dragon seemed ready to return entirely of his own accord. Whatever the green had said to him, it was enough to stroke his ego into submission for now. B'lin didn't need a haircut, but he could use a lesson (or four) on that. The dragon smiled up at his larger, greener superior and it was much too charming for his rider's comfort. Damn playboy dragons.
Thank you, Ialluth lovely. I will tell him so. Tell him Xanthoth did. Twice that morning, once before they'd gotten there and now for another go around. B'lin didn't protest sans a roll of his eyes, which wasn't produced by any disagreement but frustration. This ego was going to cause them both problems if he didn't learn to tone it down. Look, B'linmine. It's Hasufeth! Late, as I expected! For a second time the tiny body rumbled with laughter. That brother of his was such a sorry sight compared to the rest of them! Clumsy and late.
Bronze called to blue, Could you not find the way? No harm, no foul, and Xanthoth wasn't trying to really hurt his clutchmate. Hasufeth just made it too easy!
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 3:04 pm
A bowl cut? Hm. Never tried that before. Could be fun. Most holders seemed to keep their hair that short. M'rik replied with just a sheepish grin, reaching up to pull the tie out of his hair. He stuck it in his pocket- never knew when a bit of string would come in handy, right?
The new haircut didn't look amazing on M'al. He ran a hand through his hair, much longer now that it was loose. He really did need it cut, at least. And that weyrlingmaster... was probably coming off a bit more malicious than he intended to. Hopefully. It was almost hard to believe his bonded was that happy, crooning Green. Not distressed about a thing, even... was that B'lin's Bronze? Cheeky, cheeky thing! M'rik laughed a little to himself. Talk about Dragons complimenting their Riders!
Hasufeth huffed at his brother, shuffling uncomfortably on his feet. Mine was eating. He did not want to come yet. He thumped his tail on the ground. I did not know the way, though...
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 3:27 pm
"I'm sure you will."
M'al could wait. He had more obnoxious riders to deal with. Namely I've-Impressed-A-Gold-And-I'm-Too-Good-For-This-s**t. If Rinfala thought she could scare F'sey, she was heartily mistaken, and if she thought holding a grudge would get her somewhere, she need only look at Favan to know where angry, vengeful Queenriders ended up. They ended up alone, powerless and they were still angry, at the end of the day.
It was a rather good thing Xanthoth had listened to his rider (Ialluth made sure to send warm feelings his way), because the moment Arioth threatened her rider, the small green was on her feet and moving a little closer to Hers. Blue eyes now swirled orange and she rumbled softly, staring down the gold weyrling. Do not threaten Mine. It is not appropriate. She did not add 'for a Queen' or anything of the like, because the fact of the matter was no young dragon should be threatening the Weyrlingmaster. No dragon at all should act threatening towards a human being! You would be wise to sit back and let Ours have their problem. Of course, everyone can't be expected to be wise...
F'sey raised his eyebrows, surprised by the amount of bite in his dragon's tone. Now that was his girl! Privately elated by her sudden changed of demeanor, the redhead did not take his focus from the uppity goldrider. He stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair, not even bothering with the bowl. He'd just take it all off. Without bothering to explain himself (why should he explain himself to snotty brats?), he began to cut her hair right down to the roots.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 3:42 pm
B'lin would admit it even if Xanthoth wouldn't: Hasufeth was being picked on. Not feeling too discreet? Calling him bullied wouldn't be far off if you really wanted to go there. Sadly, F'sey had more of his rider's attention than he did at that place and time. He wasn't really getting away with more provoking than he would have had it been any different. Try B'lin may to stress this to the antagonizing Weyrling. Getting through that thick head? Very different matter. Xanthoth was convinced he wasn't causing any inconvenience for anyone past poking a little fun at them.
If left unchecked--and it looked like it would be--this was going to cause some real trouble later. B'lin didn't hear the dragon-to-dragon conversation, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what kind of bond the two of them had. It's not like it was anything new. Xanthoth had looked down on Hasufeth--literally and figuratively--since the very minute they were hatched. What managed to slide through the cracks of his supposedly air tight problem predicting-solving methods was that Xanthoth's behavior was an early sign of ego-centric aggression toward other males, no matter how minimal the actual 'aggression' part of the equation was. Subconsciously he saw Hasufeth as weakest link among his male clutchmates and, for reasons just as latent to the both of them for now, felt it only natural to declare himself King of the Hill without actually putting it into words.
Er... Those words. He never seemed short of things to say. Not to him or to anyone. How lucky you found your way here. If you'd gotten lost you'd have to eat rocks, and then what would we fill your head with?
This man earned his job, B'lin mused gravely; to himself, not his dragon. Although it was something Xanthoth should be aware of, too. That bronze of his could do with more respect for... every male ever but him. From what he could tell, the queen could too. Not that he blamed Rinfala for not wanting all her hair to be hacked off.
Silly thing to worry about when he thought about it. Surely, the Weyrlingmaster wouldn't really just cut it down to--
Oh.
Well then...
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 3:50 pm
Wait what the...what in the name of the Red Star was this? Shocked by the manhandling, it took a long moment for the 'ow' factor to register. A screeching yelp rang across the Bowl, and one hand instinctively shot forward to grab a small hank of F'sey's own hair in an attempt to pull it out. Glaring at him defiantly, her look should have frozen him where he stood. Unfortunately, having blue eyes did not give them freezing powers, and so F'sey was still cutting her hair. ALL OF IT. "There's someone attached to that!"
I am best. If wise is best then I am wise. Staring incredulously at Ialluth, Arioth stated this as though it should be perfectly obvious. I will not let Mine be insulted. She is Mine.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 4:42 pm
It was bad enough that he had been late.
G'ran had instinctively squared his shoulders as he slouched to where the lesson was being held, clearly preparing himself for a rebuke and already trying to think of how to squash his temper down so he wouldn't retaliate. He had no excuse. He'd forgotten the time, and had it not been for Ormeteth's cheerful reminder... Shards, he might have missed it entirely.
That didn't stop his teeth from grinding irritably together, but he was quiet. Anxious, aggressive, but staying calm. The little brown scurrying merrily at his heels was aware of his rider's mood, and was doing his best to alleviate. it.
This will be fun! You already take very good care of me, so why are you worrying? The worst that will happen is that you get yelled at and people will laugh, but what does that matter? I will not laugh, and I will tell them not to laugh, either. Ormeteth said confidently.
But G'ran wasn't listening anymore. He was watching a man--it had to be the Weyrlingmaster--haul a girl by the hair... and proceed to hack it entirely off. She was fussing loudly, and with good reason, but the big man felt his muscles slack with stupid surprise.
Oh! We do not have hair. Perhaps you are supposed to know what it feels like to have no hair! Arioth, Arioth, now Yours will be just like you! Ormeteth announced cheerfully.
G'ran, in the meantime, was debating if this had even been a good idea at all.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 5:48 pm
"What are you doing?"
K'lan, who had been quietly sitting in her seat, awaiting her cut, found herself up and striding back to the Weyrlingmaster, her dark eyes cool as she spoke, her voice controlled, but decidedly raised, disapproving.
"That," She couldn't exactly stop him, as he might hurt Rin while she attempted to do so, "Is inappropriate and cruel." Her brows were knot together, and rather than look confused, she simply looked like she'd seen something distasteful.
Mine, why is everyone so upset? Can I help? What should I do? Condoroth let out a semi-anxious noise, coming to attention her Her girl's action.
"Leadership is earned, through actions that inspire respect, not through bullying, Weyrlingmaster." She didn't care if she was punished, this was disgusting. There was no reason for Rin's hair to be sheared to her scalp.
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