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 Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 5:51 pm
Dear Journal,
Trine hosted a gather this past day and while I wasn't too terribly fond of the crowding I still had a good time. Dizzian and Courath kept us company for the first half of the gather until I entered into a wrestling contest alongside Wingleader Z'fer of Malvren. I lost of course since wrestling is mostly a brunt and brawn style of fighting, but I still put on a good show and didn't let my opponent have as easy of a win as he thought he would. Then while waiting on the next match I went shopping with Dizzian and got all my errands run. I fell in love with a feline hide that was for sale, but it was bought by another Wingleader as I returned to watch Z'fer's final bout. He lost and was rather sore about it too leaving me to collect the wherry brained man's shirt for him as he stormed off. I returned it to him and managed to calm him down and patch him up before he snapped at me so much all the stress finally broke me down and I lost control of my emotions for a brief time. I regained control however and in my embarrassment gave Z'fer the dragon brushes I had purchased for him as a gift to be used on Cal since he'd been using just a rag before.
Feeling bad about the whole thing he dragged me off into the shopping area to have me find something for him to buy me. I spotted a beautiful feline clip for sale and wanted it so much, but Benden's wingleader was looking at it and it was rude to try and compete with a wingleader I didn't know. In the end Devith had a fuss about the whole thing and we did get the clip. It's my favorite and I wear it everywhere much I think secretly to Z'fer's pleasure. We spent the rest of the afternoon lounging and I may have kissed him. This time a real kiss, slow and warm instead of the brief teasing one we'd shared at Benden.
. . .it was wonderful.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 5:54 pm
Quote: A small silver firelizard appears in the barracks, a rolled up piece of hide tied to his leg. When it is unrolled, a blank piece of hide falls out. When the hide is examined, there are words written on it, in a spiky sort of handwriting. On the one side, it reads "I'm sorry. E'lov." and on the other, "If you're willing to talk to me, feel free to send a note back with Devi." Once the letter has been read, the silver firelizard watches the girl curiously, waiting to be dismissed. Hekate had considered the note and the flit with a great deal of care even as her dragon rumbled darkly in her mind. At first she'd been tempted to send the silver away without any reply, but considering recent events she instead coaxed the flit as best she could to her arm setting it on the desk with a treat or two where it could gossip with her own large fair of firelizards. Setting down at the rough hewn desk she shared with the two other girls she was rooming with she grabbed a bit of charcoal and began to write. Once done with her note she carefully tucked it back into the little tube and sent the flit on it's way. Did you get the location from him in case I wish to send one of our own? Hekate asked feeling Devith's discontent as keenly as her own. I did. Though I do not believe you should associate with such vermin Mine. The silver replied his tone deep and far from friendly, but Hekate ignored it. I know, but perhaps we can talk him around? She added hoping that indeed that would be the case. Not that she couldn't on some level understand why he'd left. Only for you Mine will I put up with such a thing. Devith rumbled letting out a draconic sigh at his rider's latest project.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 11:26 pm
Hekate found it somewhat ironic that she the outsider seemed more interested in rebuilding the Weyr then most of the permanent residents. Doubly so at how her less then perhaps lawfully correct skills could be put to such drastic use in such an unusual way.
The salvage attempt had begun as a punishment/chore for Hekate who was far from fond of being smudged with ash and soot and who knows what else as she waded into the ruined houses and huts to do her work. However where it could take a crew hours to determine what was worthwhile and saveable and what could not be salvaged it took Hekate mere minutes. Her keen eye for valuables and resources that had served her well in her former life adjusted well to this new hunt as the woman waded through hut after hut systematically going over them and stripping down what could be used and emotionlessly tossing that which could not.
In this her status as an outsider served her well. She had no connection to these places. No memories or feelings to slow her down or keep her from ruthlessly gutting a wrecked building of it's valuable wood, stone, metal, or whatever else was useful. If anything the red haired woman once she had gotten over her initial displeasure seemed to pool her anger towards her work and take the still weakened and poor defenses of the Weyr as a personal affront to herself. It was times like these though that Hekate was glad only Devith or the workers saw her and her more emotional friend was still restrained to easier chores to help her healing. She doubted Dizzian could appreciate the fiery efficiency Hekate took in taking apart bits and pieces of what the other girl still saw as home and Hekate saw as burnt out husks.
Her system was easy, simple and fast. Upon entering a ruined hut she would immediately scan it for any miscellaneous items that might be of use like knives, clay pottery, house hold objects others were lacking in. Then as she cleared the rubble she would strip what free wood that was useful that was about and tear off any metal she found found to be reused. Things ranging from pots and pans to the metal latches on shutters to belt buckles and hooks. Once that was done it was easy to get at the structural support beams to determine if they could be salvaged and leave them marked for the heavy lifting crew as well as mark those bits of stone that could be taken with a bit of charcoal. This process was repeated hut upon hut, home upon home as Hekate moved little by little down the trail of destruction left by the whers leaving no stone unturned.
There was a certain satisfaction in the work that appealed to Hekate who kept a mental tally of her acquisitions for the Weyr. In her mind they weren't broken bits of this and that, but a new hut, better thread doors, a larger sleeping area for Devith, a watch tower to help ward off whers. It wasn't so much a chore anymore and her work continued long after her shift had come to an end. No it had become a carefully calculated investment at this point.
Still rooting about in the ruins filled her with nostalgia of a simpler time when this was how she survived. Living off the scraps of others, stealing what she needed or making it herself or in some cases taking the broken things from ruins not unlike these and making them whole again.
That was what it was all really about. Making the Weyr whole again and perhaps in if the Weyr was whole so too would be the empty gnawing place in her heart where her own need for home was. Because she wasn't just making the Weyr whole, but making it a home.
A home she could be proud of.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 4:04 am
It had taken hours between Devith, Courath, and Dizzian to console Hekate enough that she was somewhat legible. The girl finally crying herself to sleep against Devith's hide. While Dizzian had made Hekate more then comfortable she simply hadn't wanted to be parted from Devith and now lay curled in one of her blankets tucked between his foreleg and neck, his wing draped over the two of them where they lay curled creating their own little bubble. Their own little world where it was just the two of them and no one else and nothing and no one could ever hurt his rider again.
It had come as a surprise even to Devith how much Hekate had opened up and begun to care for the foolish bronzerider. Which made his parting jabs all the more painful for Hekate and left her heart raw. The budding feelings of love torn as callously from her chest as she had gutted those burned houses for salvage. Leaving Devith confounded by how stupid Calanoth's rider had been. In his mind it made no sense. His rider was clearly the best and while he had not approved of Z'fer he had tolerated him and while Hekate had teased she unlike others had gone out of her way to look after the troublesome Malvren Wingleader. Even seeking him out despite him meeting her with snaps and jeers which she rebutted with her own in her attempt to draw him from his temper. It made no sense to risk sacrificing it all to try and use his rider as a pawn against a goldrider of all people! It made no sense~
Devith paused feeling Hekate stirr as her dreams grew troubled. Thrumming low and loving the red haired woman was soon lulled back into peaceful sleep.
It simply made no sense to anger her like that when she became understandably angry as any spurned female from his knowledge would. Instead of letting her go after her tirade and waited until embarrassed by her actions she returned and apologized for slapping him the two-legger had instead dared to lay hands on her jerking his rider around like one of the little dolls he saw the human hatchlings playing with. When he had tossed her aside causing her to fall and gain the colorful bruise that had bloomed across her side that had been too much for Devith to further stand.
Bending his head the silver gently nuzzled his rider his breath stirring the great mass of firelizards who had nestled themselves in the blanket to be close to their distraught owner. A silent warning though kept the flits still and quiet urging them back to sleep lest they stir Hekate. She needed her rest. Tomorrow would surely be better. Surely.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 10:11 am
Dear Journal~
Z'fer and I have made up. It wasn't easy and I still don't trust him all the way yet, but he did apologize and even admitted he loved me. Do I love him in return? I'm not sure, but well I'm willing to try and keep the terms of our agreement if he is. However I can't help, but feel the coming goldflight is looming over us much like the coming of thread. At least I have the salvage attempt to distract myself with and I've managed to keep busy between chores, work, Z'fer, Devith and lessons.
At least for now we'll enjoy the time we have. Our sparring though has been taking an interesting turn. I guess with the Queen about to rise it's making not just the dragons, but their riders proddy. However I kept things from going too far and the sparring match though tiring was a success. I look forward to our next practice session.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 10:14 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 7:46 pm
Dear Journal~
Despite being grounded from flying due to Devith and I's little stunt I've simply turned my efforts to working on rebuilding the Weyr. I've managed to salvage more then anyone else and such when the celebration was held I was awarded a ribbon. Not by just anyone, but senior Weyrwoman Abigail! She smiled at me and I even gave a speech and for one shining moment everything was fine.
Then like all things I attend it soon fell to bloodshed and horror. A wounded man stumbled into the party and at first we suspected felines, but it turned out to be caused by a giant ancient tunnelsnake. In the fear to escape the beast the Weyr caught fire and many where injured. I stayed with the party for a while trying to keep people calm before following the jungle group believing my experience with the deeper jungle might be helpful.
I stumbled into a large clearing where there had once been a camp and found the group fighting a traitor blue dragon as his rider fled. Devith took off to fight the blue while I gave chase after the rider.
At first I thought he was like any other traitor, but when I got close. . .I don't know what the rebellion did to that man, but they'll suffer for it. He was such a broken thing and had clearly been tortured and dragged through between knows what and back. He was barely on his feet and I just couldn't bring myself to hurt him more.
I managed to get him to speak with me and even got close to him before another girl ran up and scared him away again. It took a while more, but I drew him once again into conversation trying to convince the poor rattled creature to come to me and return to the Weyr. I think had his dragon not interrupted us he would have taken my offer.
I had a choice then as I saw the bleeding wild eyed blue charging us. I could reach out and try and grab the rider and succeed in our goals, but to do so would have meant leaving the other girl right in the path of the charging blue. I doubt the dragon would have stopped. So making a split second judgement I grabbed her and dragged her to the ground with me, the blue barely clearing us to grab his rider and go between.
I know many at the Weyr are probably angry at me for my actions, but I don't regret my decision. For a place that won't let Devith and I fly because we don't appear responsible enough to look out for our wing mates they certainly seem to care more about success then the life of one of their own. To top off the irony on top of helping repair the Weyr, Devith fighting the traitor blue and me saving another rider I still probably won't be cleared to fly.
At least Z'fer isn't angry at me and we've patched things up. Other then that like usual Devith and I are still in trouble.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 5:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 8:49 pm
Dear Journal
As you can tell from the picture Devith has grown no small amount. As much as it may seem surprising that little figure standing beside him is none other then myself. It seems like only yesterday that he was draped across my lap having his hide oiled. Now I practically need brushes on sticks to get his entire body though the flits do help a bit. He's grown nicely into his size though. Devith has always been BIG in his mind and mine which just made things all the more awkward that he was so small as a hatchling. His scars are healing up nicely though from our last encounter with those damned traitors where a green got him across the shoulder. He slept for a number of days, but eventually came out of it. I still can't get over how big Devith is. I know there are bigger dragons, but in my opinion there's not a single silver nor dragon on Pern as breathtakingly beautiful as he.
Both of us look forward to getting into the air and fighting thread next wave. Devith has been wanting to put his firepower to the test ever since he learned to flame. Either way hopefully our first fall won't leave us too roughed up seeing as we plan to out burn any bronze in the wing.
~ Hekate
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 8:59 pm
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