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 Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 6:27 pm
"I'm not crying shard it. I'm tired so my face is sweating."
Y'ul.
It wasn't like Y'ul to make excuses for herself to try and cover up whatever it was she was doing, seeing as she preferred to take things head on. Excuses made it seem like she was trying to be woman and therefore was weak. She sure as Faranth was not going to have that kind of attitude but for some reason or another she just didn't want Tofir to know that was was crying over him. She didn't want herself to know it for that matter yet there was a limited amount of room she had to work with. Song seemed to be willing to be more honest as she chirped and laid on Shiver, her unusual possessive move rousing Y'ul to look over and in turn bring Erath's gaze into the picture.
Y'ul. Listen.
"I also don't need your rag, it's just sweat like I said. My sleeves will work just fine for that."
She was slowly getting her composure back thanks in part to Erath's insistent prodding in her head as well as her own nature to calm down quickly from her odd swings, though every now and then she sniffed as her arm brushed at her eyes and cheeks. The green had actually gotten up from where she lay and had moved to were the pair had sat down on Y'ul's bunk, her jaw resting atop her rider's knee with her eyes swirling a mixture of blue and green. She was here for her, Y'ul just needed to remember that now.
"I...I really don't care if you go back to the Hall or not, it's your...well I...I just didn't think it would be so soon. I didn't think all of this would happen, it's just overwhelming. Faranth listen to me, like such a woman."
Nothing wrong with that.
Y'ul turned her glare down at her dragon and away from Tofir, her lips pursing into a frown. Not really what she wanted to hear.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 4:24 pm
"Of course. I've heard that's a common symptom of exhaustion," Tofir agreed, his eyebrows moving to express his amusement. He tucked his handkerchief away once more and wondered if Y'ul was always going to be this emotional now that she'd Impressed. He imagined she'd hate that, and probably come to hate Erath if that proved to be the case. For both their sakes, he hoped his theory was very wrong.
"Using your sleeves to wipe away sweat is disgusting, by the way," he remarked, watching Erath.
He couldn't hear what the green was saying to her bondmate, but whatever it was seemed to be working. The mindhealer in him was both jealous and not. After all, Erath actually knew what her 'patient' was thinking, and that made a huge difference in treatment. Tofir could only make educated guesses, which was both the intriguing and challenging part of mindhealing. It was also fun and frustrating, by turns. Still, he couldn't help wanting to be able to get that sort of instant reaction from Y'ul. Or anyone, he supposed, but Y'ul was the person he was presently with.
As Y'ul fumbled to explain herself or something, Tofir managed not to grin, but keep his expression blandly pleasant. It would hardly be an appropriate response for him to seem eager to leave. Particularly since he wasn't exactly eager to leave. He just didn't have much of a reason to stay on at this point. Not in his current position.
"I can't really get anything out of the dragons after three days," he reminded her. "And there's not much point in my being here, doing nothing but waiting for the next clutch. I'll surely age out before it happens anyway, in which case I'd really rather be here as a journeyman than a senior apprentice."
He glanced over at Shiver when he heard the blue's surprised whistle. His eyebrows worked in surprise both at Song's obviously possessive gesture and Shiv's acceptance of it. So everyone in the room was clearly in an odd temper except the dragon. Lucky dragon, he thought not for the first time, and in the same way he thought of the luck folks who didn't know any better when it came to hygiene, and so couldn't obsess about it the way he did.
He sighed. "Things worked out the way they were supposed to. You're a rider, and I'm going to go back to being a mindhealer."
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 9:37 pm
"My sleeves are clean enough and I at least know where they've been unlike your snot rag. Plus man, why do you even carry one around? That's lady-like if I ever saw it, a man should carry...nothing. Or something. I don't know."
Y'ul rubbed away the last of her tears with the palm of her hand, letting the red streaks on her cheeks slowly start to mix together into her normal skin tone. She was much calmer then she had been a moment before, probably do to the effect her dragon was having on her emotions and Tofir actually talking to her. She'd gotten so overwhelmed thinking he was just going to blast out of there that she overreated, and inside her mind she was belittling herself over and over for it.
Calm down, it was only natural. Anyone would react that way, not just you for being a woman. If you had stomped out quickly he would have felt the same, though probably not with tears.
Get aff.
"You know, we were supposed to riders together or Healers together. Hadn't we talked about that? That way neither of us would have to deal with the crap here alone, or at least that's how I thought. With you gone I gotta deal with all the drama again that comes with me being a female rider, though I don't think I'd have it any easier if I were male either. Erath's nature is what's going to drive us into a corner a lot faster than my mouth will."
We shall see.
Erath dropped her head down on her forelegs, having lifted it one too many times trying to get Y'ul's attention. She was tired now, and watching the flitts between dealing with Hers was making her tired.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:34 am
"Considering it's my snot rag, you can rest assured it's clean. And sometimes one has to sacrifice manliness for cleanliness, by the way. Besides, you never know when you're going to have to offer it to a lachrymose lady." He grinned. He let her goad him, but Y'ul couldn't really threaten his masculinity successfully. He was very secure in himself in most respects.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I didn't measure up to the dragons' standards. I can't do anything about that."
He had actually considered the difficulties Y'ul would face as a female rider, but out of any of the candidates that had been on the sands at the hatching, he felt Y'ul could best cope with that sort of adversity. She'd been dealing with adversity her entire life for one reason or another, and he didn't think she would need his help and support, really.
"You can always write. Shiv knows both of us well enough to deliver messages." He didn't bring it up lightly. Remembering everything he'd ever read meant that Tofir tried very hard to avoid reading unnecessary, superfluous things. He didn't want to be forced to remember effluvia until old age made him forget everything.
He glanced over at Erath. He supposed a dragon that spent more time asleep than not would be detrimental to her career at the Weyr, but he didn't think Y'ul would allow her dragon to laze about for more than a few days after hatching. Poor Erath. She'd be in for a surprise when Y'ul started to work on her.
Shiv tucked his head under his wing and asked Song if she thought maybe his person would change his mind about leaving. No one was crying or shouting now. That meant good things, didn't it? He didn't want to leave. He liked it here with Song. He was just as happy that Tofir hadn't gotten a dragon like Song's person did, but he didn't realize that they'd be leaving because of it. Maybe he could get Tofir a dragon somehow. Would Song help?
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:00 am
"The standards of this last clutch were really low, so what does that say about me then?"
There was a bitter chuckle in her voice, and Erath raised her head with a snort and a faint word that her choice had not been hard at all, her choice was the best that had been. Who cares if the others had chosen weak people, or in the case of the brown - a man who enjoyed the pleasures of other men. Erath had chosen someone strong, someone whom the Weyr would come to need.
Or so she said. Her personality and her words weren't matching up. Instead now she had Y'ul's attention over that Brownrider T'rus. Had the Green meant what she'd said? Could...Y'ul use that in the future? Bad ideas created themselves quickly in her mind, though they were pushed back with a wave of more thought. Information like that had to be waited to be used and she would not forget it, even if Erath did over time. But now! Tofir was talking to her, she needed to pay attention to him.
"Oh, yeah. Shiver acting as a transport would work out well, seeing as Song probably will never fly again. I'm still in a bit of a shock that she even rose for a flight but it does alleviate my fears that her wings do not function properly. I'll need to let L'pin know, since he suggested the same thing. Plus I do think....Song would love to have him by her side for as long as possible."
She'd let her gaze move over to the little 'lizards, watching their interactions. Song's like of the Blue was very clear, they'd been companions since her hatching day after all, but she wasn't so sure how the Blue felt in return. Song's nerves were her nerves, though very muted.
But poor Shiver! Song did not know how to get a dragon for his person any more than she knew how her person had the large Green cousin. Erath for her part didn't say anything much other than let him go where he wants, and the small flitters probably had no choice but to accept that.
"Faranth, look at me go on. You really should get going and get packed, I'm sorry I acted like a child and demanded things of you. This whole...I guess my emotions are still on edge from the hatching. It's hard to have another voice in your head and another soul beside yours, but I figure by the time you get back I'll have managed it somehow."
Y'ul was much calmer now, thinking much more rational.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 1:34 pm
"It says you're apparently a better person than I am. Congratulations." Then he grinned. "You should give them a chance. They can't be all bad. Dragons don't tend to make bad or ill-advised choices."
He wasn't completely sure about that, but that did seem to be generally the case. And he hadn't seen anything wrong with most of the dragons' choices. Oh, he'd not been much impressed by the blue who ran amok in the crowd and that small, destructive bronze hadn't been a bundle of delight, but otherwise Tofir tended to be of the opinion that dragons knew what they were doing when they Impressed. Even taking into account the hatching before this one, with its bloody results.
"Song flew?" Tofir asked. "When was this?"
Shiver looked up when he heard Song's name and whistled. There didn't seem to be any reason for him to do more than that. At least not until his human started thinking leaving thoughts again. And then he whistled sadly. Just a little more time?
"Such a hurry to get rid of me all of a sudden," Tofir remarked, shaking his head as he teased, "Having a dragon makes some people so moody."
He stood up and whistled to Shiv. The blue firelizard whistled low and piteously, but he disentangled himself from Song and fluttered to Tofir, where he hovered in the air around his head. When he flew his constant trembling was less obvious, but it could still be seen in his claws. His eyes were an unhappy shade that made Tofir feel guilty, but he'd already made arrangements and he couldn't change them just for a firelizard.
"You'll get the hang of it before long, I'm certain," he said to Y'ul as he passed Erath. A dragon. Faranth knew if he'd ever get used to that idea.
He paused with his hand on the door frame and turned to look over his shoulder at Y'ul. With a quirk of his eyebrows he asked, "Wish me well?"
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 8:06 pm
"She flew right after the hatching, on my way to or from the feast. Can't really remember, but I met the Bronze's owner for just a little bit. Can't remember her name, don't care to."
Plain and simple. Y'ul probably would never see that woman again anyway and it wasn't any skin of her back. She hadn't liked the feel of her or the look of her, but perhaps because of all her new emotions that Erath was giving she was being touchy.
Don't use me as an excuse. You have always been touchy.
"Get aff."
The snippet comments between the pair weren't as severe as they had been the day before, or even moments before, and if Y'ul weren't the type to have a permanent scowl on her face, she probably would have smiled (somewhat). Whatever was going on between them stopped quickly as Tofir spoke again and moved to leave, his blue flitter leaving her little Gold's side. Song did not seem pleased, but she didn't move to make him stay - not yet anyway.
"I won't wish you well, but I'll give you this instead. Supposedly this bracelet belonged to my mother, my Father gave it to me for luck at the Hall. Since I've already used it here to Impress a dragon, I'll give it to you for the Hall. I figure the luck can't be worn out of it already."
Y'ul reached down and pulled whatever it was she had initially tucked into her pocket out, revealing a small bracelet made of fine (but old) beads. Some of them looked cracked and worn, perhaps from age or the constant grip of Y'ul's hands. Whether or not Tofir took this was entirely up to him, but if he refused there would be an air between the pair that was unspoken. The woman never offered anything of hers to another - there wasn't a need. She trusted Tofir - something Y'ul had sworn she would never do.
"I figure you'll bring it back to me anyway - when you return here to the Weyr. I'll just tru...trust you to keep it safe until then. Don't piss me off or let me down."
We are counting on you.
Erath chimed in, her voice going towards both people. Y'ul turned, unsure of what her lifemate meant, but Erath wasn't giving any clues. She'd said her piece, now it was entirely up to the man for the rest.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 2:18 pm
Tofir nodded. He guessed they'd all been a bit too distracted at the time to notice a gold firelizard rising in flight. And since Song wasn't allowed on the sands anyway. Still, he wouldn't have minded seeing her fly. Just to reassure himself that she could. A part of him wondered, since the way Y'ul framed her answer made it sound as though she'd not been present at the actual flight, if she'd really flown at all, or if she'd just scuttled quickly along the ground. That would have been a confusing experience for any male hoping to give chase, he imagined.
He ignored a remark he assumed Y'ul had directed at Erath. Well. It could have been meant for him, too, but he wasn't going to believe that. He was just having a bit of harmless fun. Maybe he shouldn't be teasing her on what might be the last time they saw each other for several months, but that was just who he was. She wouldn't let him dissect her brain, and because he so dearly wanted to it was always easiest for him to be not at all a mindhealer around her.
Tofir watched Y'ul pull something from her pocket. A bracelet that had an attachment to both her mother and her father. Shells, he wanted to jump into her brain right at that moment. He resisted the urge to start asking questions, and said instead, "Thank you. I'm not sure I'm flattered by the implication that I'll need a charm potent enough to get a person a dragon in order to walk the tables, but I appreciate the gift, and I will keep it safe. Shiv?"
Shiv was feeling sulky, but he obeyed his human's unspoken command and fluttered over to Y'ul. He carefully picked up the beaded bracelet and carried it back to his human, depositing it in his hand in such a way that he barely had to touch Tofir. Oh, yes. He was angry at his human. No touching. He didn't like having to leave Song and his home. It made him want to vomit just thinking about it.
Tofir curled his hand around the bracelet and tried not to be too weirded out. "I think the odds are in my favor, since I won't be around for you to get infuriated with on such a regular basis."
Erath's parting remark shook Tofir as much as the bracelet had, and on the way back to his room Shiv managed to forget that he was angry so that he could investigate his human's odd thoughts more closely.
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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