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 Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:38 pm
Z'ke
Z'ke didn't resist as he was pulled into a hug by the older teen. He threw his arms around her freely, returning the hug with warmth, at least until her grip tightened and her knuckles dug into his crown. "Owowowow! Heeeey! Aelyn! C'mon!" He whined. Z'ke tried to put on a serious face but ended up only looking pouty as he smoothed his hair back down. Still, her second hug was returned with as much enthusiasm as the first... and maybe a stuck out tongue. "That's good!"
Aioth returned Moharth's touch with the same gentle affection and an approving thrum. He pressed into his rider's side as the green pulled away. ~ Lessons better learned sooner rather than later. ~ His breathy tenor was bemused and lightly teasing. ~ I did not know her before but I can say I hardly notice the wound now. It is as much a part of her as is her hair or you your lovely hide. I know Mine would agree. ~
"I'm the man I should treat you! I've got marks." Z'ke nodded firmly, standing up as straight as he could. He could act mature all he wanted but nothing would ever get rid of that boyish grin.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 10:52 pm
"You would?" T'rel asked, beaming at her. He gave her hand a friendly squeeze. "Alright, let's--" the blonde bronzerider's expression darkened significantly at G'non's words. "Get the shaff away from me," he growled. The typically friendly bronzerider seemed to be reacting--even worse towards this man than he had towards even R'cen. "Don't touch me!" With a movement that was perhaps meant to be quick, he pulled a knife from his belt. On closer study, onlookers would notice that the particular knife was dull--and did not look like it saw much use at all.
"Cesa, wait!" he called, elbowing G'deon in the gut. "You sharding fardling--shards, I don't even have words for someone like you!" He pulled away from G'deon, scowling at the greenrider. "Why'd you have to do that? I was asking my friend to dance and now I'll have to go ask again!"
He made his way over to R'cen and Cesa, frowning at the brownrider. "Why don't you go dance with G'deon, R'cen?" he suggested in a barely civil tone. "He's more your type."
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 12:31 am
Zofer
His meanderings had taken him near the dancing throng. His first glass was already finished, probably faster than it should have been not that Zofer cared. He was more interested in the dancers than what he'd been drinking.
One eyebrow rose as three men appeared to squabble over one woman. Sure she was pretty, but nothing he'd start a brawl over. She was pulled away by her original dancing partner and seeing things heat up between the other two men, Zofer decided it was time to step in.
"Gentlemen, Gentlemen!" He threw his most charming smile as he strolled up to T'rel and G'deon. "It's a Gather Gentlemen. Rather than pull knives on each other- " At that the roguish young sea captain-turned-candidate placed a finger on the hilt of T'rel's blade, applying gentle pressure. "How about you two and I go get a pint to drink?" He didn't know who these men were and frankly he didn't care. "My Treat" His free hand patted the pouch on his belt, making the wooden marks within rattle in that tell-tale way.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 1:05 am
When the woman was quick to bail G'deon couldn't help but to give a bit of a smile, well that was easier then normal he thought to himself. Normally they were far more willing to stick around if the one he was trying to pluck up was someone that they were interested. He watched her go, telling T'rel to find her when he was done, and he couldn't help but chuckle, "Wow, that was easy... she isn't too interested in you, is she, love?" He asked in a curious manner, hoping that she would stay scarce so that he had more time to flirt it up with the cute bronze rider. It would seem though that, while he was quite pleased with this turn of events, that T'rel was very much not. If anything he seemed to be quite the opposite.
"Hm, not the reaction that I was hoping for. Don't tell me that you are still upset over..." He gave a wave of his hand, "Well, I am sure that you know." Why wouldn't he know? He was there after all. His gaze dropped down, looking the knife over that the other man had drawn on him. There was a moment he couldn't help but worry, thinking that maybe the guy was going to try to use that thing to fix him... that was until he got a good look at it, looked rather dull, and the way he held it didn't really make him seem as though he were the most skilled when it came to knife fights, "Sorry, love, but I don't think you could cut a bubbly pie with that, let alone cutting up flesh. It's an interesting sort of threat though for sure." While he was certain that should be worried, someone had pulled a knife on him, he wasn't. Why should he worry? T'rel didn't seem like the sort that would go around gutting his fellow riders, even those he shared a shady sort of past with. Not his fault that happened, it was just... luck on his part and a lack of luck of luck on T'rel's part, nothing more.
Course before they could get to the next step in their dangerous dance they were suddenly interrupted by a brunette with just enough scruff to make him look handsome in a rugged sort of way. Giving a grin he turned to look him over, a look of interest in his eyes before he said, "If you are buying I am only too happy to share a pint with you, my handsome savior." He said, giving the newcomer a grin.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 1:51 am
The snort that escaped from her narrow nasal passages was awkward and abrupt, Z’ke was hilarious and rather cute when he pouted, she honestly couldn’t help the rather loud sound that erupted from her at his actions. “The man hm? Well, in that case I guess I have to be the woman and let you shower me with tokens of admiration.” Aelyn mused in a way that conveyed the subdued trace of teasing. Running her slim fingers through her long bangs the green-rider draped her arm around the boy’s shoulders. “Is this your first date or do you know how to properly treat a lady?” Allowing a giggle the brunette applied a slight pressure against Z’ke’s back with her forearm gently leading him closer to the vendors and stalls.
Swaying her green scaled head side to side Moharth followed her rider while keeping a respectful glance directed at her blue clutch mate. ‘ That is very kind of you to say Aioth, it would seem yours is indeed the young gentleman. I fully approve of this sort of behavior. I just hope mine is as pristinely wrought with her manners. If not I might just have to hammer some more into her by nightfall.’ Elegantly stated the green, her tone pleasant yet dry. Moharth knew that hers was a bit of a scamp, honestly she didn’t care how others viewed her lifemate but with her mischievous nature and sometimes outright coarseness others in theory might treat her poorly and that simply wouldn’t do. Oh no, simply not at all. Tossing her head towards Aioth the darkly colored female peered at her brother with content shimmering blue eyes, she was happy for the company and merely wanted to show her appreciation. ‘ If it isn’t too much to ask could you suggest to yours that he take my love out for a bite to eat, she is far too thin and needs to put some curves to her hips. She expressed an interest in some meat, would that be alright with you dear Aioth?’ Moharth inquired softly while pressing closer to her blue brother.
“Lookie over there Z’ke, dancers and by the tone of things sounds like some senor riders are getting their knickers in a twist over something. Hm, maybe we should hang back just in case fists start flying, I bet you a bubbly pie that those old codgers couldn’t take us on if we needed to separate them. So disrespectful to everyone making a scene out in the open like that, riders are supposed to have more decorum especially out in public, who do they think they are, for their sake I hope they are drunk at least then that sort of behavior could be more forgiven. Whadda ya’ think Z’ke, should be babysit the old folks or go and get something to eat, I’m leaning towards eating personally but--- ya know we’re weyrlings now we have responsibly to the people.” Aelyn stated offhandedly, pointing her toes towards the dance circle she paused for a moment to talk before looking down towards her younger friend. The dull glint of metal caught her eye and her heart thudded rapidly against her ribcage, had a rider actually just brandished a weapon?! “And this is why I fancy women, blonde dolt!”
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 1:44 pm
"Noa's my big sister! She's a greenrider now, a weyrling! She has Hisith and Hisith is the best green ever! Sometimes I get to help wash her!" It seemed that Ionan was quite proud of his older sister. Even more so concerning the fact that he was able to help with her dragon. He pause and considered her question. Did he really want to look for Iona? She was fun, but she could be strict. What if she went and told G'non where he was? What if she scolded him? What if she said no bubblypies for a sevenday?
"No," he said at last shaking his head. "Can you take me to the Weyrwoman? She's nice. And Calith's nice too! Calith's the best gold in all of Pern. I'm her favorite, she loves me. She doesn't say so though. One time she told me she liked me. And she likes hugs! I ask her to bend down so I can hug her and she does." The boy paused, beaming up at the girl. Calith was one of his favorite subjects. "And when her eyes are green, that means she's happy to see me! She's always happy to see me. Except at hatchings. Then she gets scary and roars."
"My name's Ionan!" he added, flashing the girl a bright smile. "And I'm six turns old! I turned six seven months ago! I'm going to be seven turns old soon, and then I'll be able to help wash Calith more!"
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The_Muffin_Puppy Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 4:43 pm
Maybe she shouldn't have left him with G'deon. Now that Cesa thought back on it he hadn't really looked that happy to be there. Perhaps she should have stayed and made some small talk with T'rel and his apparent friend. Just ask some basic questions and hang around for an introduction or something. T'rel had seemed so happy when she had said she would dance with him, maybe he'd have rathered that she'd stayed instead of leaving. Oh dear, she'd abandoned him again. She would have to apologise for that later. After telling him that she wasn't going to leave him again, that didn't go well.
Hearing her name and being asked to wait, Cesa came to an immediate halt and pivoted around at the call. Forced by the sudden stopping of his intended dance partner R'cen also came to a halt, a look of confusion on his face as he looked at Cesa, no doubt wondering what had caused her to stop and turn away from him. Releasing the Brownrider's hand Cesa weaved through the crowd. It looked like things between her friend and this other rider were going downhill fast. By Faranth, was that a knife? Since when did T'rel resort to pulling out a knife to solving his problems?
The two met in the middle, but Cesa hadn't noticed that R'cen was following her until T'rel spoke to him. Not in the most polite way either. "What's your problem?" R'cen said taking a step forward. Cesa planted herself firmly between the two, holding a hand out to block R'cen. "R'cen, leave it. I'll talk to you later, alright? Just let it go." Barely containing his scowl the rider backed off at the shorter woman's command. One issue solved Cesa glanced over at G'deon and was relieved to see him apparently occupied with a newcomer. At least she didn't have a fight to break up.
Turning her attention to T'rel, Cesa looked up at the man with concern clear on her face. "T'rel, what's wrong?" Why was he so agitated? This wasn't the T'rel she knew. Taking her friend's hands Cesa tried to lead him away from the little commotion. "Come dance with me?" She managed a smile as she asked, just wanting to get T'rel away before this managed to escalade any further. "Or we could go look at the stalls if you don't fancy dancing."
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 5:02 pm
Little weyrbrats, Iliyana decided, were terrible at making up their minds. Not that it bothered her much, she supposed. He was pretty cheerful, at least, and not fussing or attempting to pull her hair or something equally offensive. What was his name? Ionan? A nice enough name, even if it took three times as much talking as should have been necessary to get to learning it. "Hisith is very nice, I'm sure," she said, stifling a bit of longing. He time to Impress would come, she knew it.
"She probably roars because hatchings are dangerous," Iliyana said, thinking back to some of the lessons she had already had during her still-brief (for the moment) period of candidacy. "If she's very fond of you, she probably thought scaring you away was better than you being hurt, or maybe she was trying to warn someone away from you?" Peering around, she knelt until she was close to the boy's ear and whispered to him. "Do you think you could help me find the Bubblypie booth? There's so much out here that I'm afraid I'm quite lost!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 7:12 pm
Iona and Hisith / Ailis
The first four months of weyrlinghood were busy but she greatly enjoyed them. Hisith was wonderful and Iona was thoroughly embracing the things that they were learning and doing. The word of a gather was very exciting for her. It was a chance to relax a while and catch up with some from the creche and from her candidacy. Ailis, mainly. She was a dear friend from way back, but it's been hard to have time to sit and chat lately. Iona, upon seeing Ailis in the crowd, had ran over to her friend and thrown her arms about her. It was just so good to see her! Hisith trailed along behind, basking in the happiness that Hers was giving off. The girl introduced her old friend to her bondmate. The two girls and the young Green stood, and sat, in Hisith's case, together and just got wrapped up in chatting and enjoying each other company.
Iona patted Hisith's neck, who rumbled pleasantly. The green curled her tail around her feet so as to not pose as a trip hazard for anyone, dancers, revelers, and servers. 'Ionamine,' Hisith drew out, 'Please, do tell your friend that she looks lovely today. You both put a good bit of thought into your appearance for the gather. Very festive.'
Iona smiled and brushed a hand over Ailis' dress's sleeve. "Hisith says you look really nice today. Lovely and festive, as she put it."
Ailis tittered softly and raised a hand towards the warm young dragon. Hisith lowered her head so that her snout touched the candidate girl's palm. She was given a rub on her eye ridges. "Thank you, Hisith. You look quite nice yourself. I bet Iona gave you a bathing and an oiling earlier, huh?" The compliment pleased the young dragon, who rewarded Ailis with a gentle touch from her nose.
~~~ G'non
That boy was going to make him go fully gray yet. Was it really so much to expect that he listen and deal with his punishment for his behavior? Ionan would have to learn to listen. G'non understood that he was a very energetic six turn old, but shards and shells, he wouldn't so easily get out of doing what his father told him to do! No Gather until punishment is done. That's not so hard to understand. G'non marched on down to the gather space, eyes peels and searching the crowds for a certain blond curly haired six turn old.
Little Wing was coming along too, but not solely for lending assistance. G'non wasn't in the best of moods, but there was Iona and T'rel that might give her treats! She could feel that Hers was looking for Ionan, so she probably wouldn't be likely to get a goodie from him, at least not this evening. She knew that she was supposed to focus on trying to spot Ionan, but there were so many nice scents wafting up to the gold flit that it was difficult to keep her attention on the task at hand. Good thing G'non kept giving her little reminders.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 8:10 pm
"Oh, I know where the bubblypies are!" Ionan beamed at the older girl, taking her hand. He led her over to a booth run by a senior apprentice baker. "This one's the best!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "If you ask her very nicely, she'll give you free pies! She did last gather, too! And they're really good! Almost as good as Cesa's!" The blonde boy paused and beamed. Clearly he thought a lot of this 'Cesa'.
"Little Wing!" he stopped in his talk about bubblypies to call for his father's golden flit. "Come here, Little Wing! I'll get you a pie! I've got marks! I've got four half marks and that's enough to buy all the bubblypies in Pern if I wanted!" He put his arm out in order to allow the gold to land on him. "You're so pretty, Little Wing. Wanna meet my new friend? Her name's Ilyiana!" The boy hesitated, and then frowned slightly.
"Don't tell Papa where I am, okay? Please? I'll give you two whole pies, Little Wing! Two whole pies! Don't tell him, he'll be mad and I don't wanna be in trouble!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 8:39 pm
"Free pies?" Iliyana echoed, licking her lips despite herself. While she wasn't one for behavior like filching pies, if the shopkeeper was really nice enough to give pies to people - likely just cute and innocent-appearing children like Ionan -, well, she was willing to try it. "Do you suppose she'll give me one? I'm not half so handsome," she said with a smile.
When Ionan called out to something nearby, the blonde girl looked around, trying to see who he was calling to. "Little Wing? Are you calling to a fire lizard?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 8:48 pm
Little Wing zipped and zinged this way and that over the crowd. There was so much going on. So many sights and people, but she knew Ionan. She rarely had any trouble homing in on her favorite people. The activity of the gather, however, just had her buzzing with stimuli, at least until she heard a very familiar young voice call out her name. The little Gold keened and circled down to him, beating her wings to make a gentle landing on Ionan's offered forearm. Pie? Pie was always good! Especially when it came from loved ones! Little Wing chirped brightly to Ionan and then to the girl that he introduced. Older girl, not quite Iona old, but older. Hi! Kinda looked like Iona too. Neat! But, pie. There was pie!
G'non, having side stepped to let someone with a tray of drinks pass by, could feel his flit's attention wander. Her focus was getting drawn off by food. Giving her a mental nudge, the bluerider reminded her what they were trying to do and that there would be a special treat for her for her help. A fresh fruit salad. Good stuff, plus being able to explore the gather as well.
Little Wing got the nudge and folded her wings close. Oh...Oh. Pies were nice, but G'non was Her Person. He needed her help and fruit salad was something she didn't often have. Oh...Carefully making her way up to Ionan's shoulder, she licked the upper curve of his ear, shaking her head and snorting at getting a bit of his hair in the lick as well before settling into a sort of awkward perch. The boy's shoulder was much smaller than G'non's after all. G'non was the best perch. Lots of perching places and even if she accidentally scratched or knicked him, he never got upset. She didn't want to hurt little Ionan. Little ones cry and crying is distressing. Off went the pictures of Ionan and the bubblypie booth.
The rider paused his searching and looked over towards the stalls. Ah, so there he was. Weaving around some folks, G'non started heading on over. It wasn't much longer before he spotted the booth and his wayward boy. Oh, he had a friend with him it seems. Hopefully she wouldn't mind that Ionan was going to go away for a while. Within the last few feet, G'non spoke. "Ionan," He said in a low, stern tone. "What do you think you're doing, young man?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 9:32 pm
"Yeah! She'll give you one! And she won't mind, either. Her name's Sella and she gave some to Iona last time too, because she's nice! She's almost as good as Cesa!" He beamed at the older girl, clearly pleased with himself for helping her find the bubblypie booth. "She's really nice! Really! She has flits too!"
The six turn old nodded enthusiastically at the girl's question. "Yes! She's my Papa's flit. Her name's Little Wing. Isn't she pretty? She likes fruit and meat and bubblypies." Ionan seemed to realize at that moment that maybe having Little Wing around wasn't such a good idea. Who knew where her loyalties lay?
"Papa, I was just helping Ilyiana find her way to the bubblypie booth," he explained, hoping that he could make his way out of the hole he'd seemingly dug. He was telling the truth, after all! He had helped the older girl find the bubblypie booth. He pried Little Wing off of his shoulder before darting off again. It wasn't fair! G'non wasn't being at all fair! Why was he so angry? He'd done everything he'd been supposed to--except those things.
Maybe he could find Ticene or R'yn and they'd protect him from punishment. They outranked his father by far! And they certainly were nicer about--everything!
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 10:09 pm
Spotting the gold fire lizard winging her way over, Iliyana bit back a gasp. It turned into a croon as the delicate creature climbed onto the boy's shoulder. "Oh, what a beauty! Hello there - Little Wing, was it? I'm delighted to make the acquaintance of a sweet creature such as yourself," she said, smiling at the flit. Such a beautiful and gentle fire lizard - Iliyana couldn't help but admire her. She'd been promiseda fire lizard egg as a celebration of reaching candidacy, but it seemed that her foster mother hadn't been able to get one for her.
That was alright, though - she could greet this little darling, at least!
...Or not, she realized as a rider came over. By the looks of him, he was Ionan's aforementioned Papa. And it appeared that the weyrbrat was in trouble. Oh this was not going to go over well, not at all. "Ah, hello - I'm sorry, was Ionan not supposed to be at the Gather?" Oh, by the First Egg, don't let this get her into trouble, please please please. She didn't want to have to deal with extra chores!
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 10:32 pm
Little Wing looked up to G'non when he arrived with a soft, almost plaintive croon. Would Ionan be mad at her? She didn't want him to be, but she had been asked to help and she was going to be getting goodies. But he was one of her favorite people! Oh...Oh, the girl seemed nice. Very nice. The little Gold gave her a little chirp.
G'non planted his hands on his hips. "While that's very kind of you, it doesn't change the fact that you ran off when I gave you chores to do. I even said no going to the gather until your chores are finished. You didn't listen and you ran off. " The bluerider looked to the girl that Ionan was with when she spoke to him. "Hello there. No, he wasn't. At least, not until he finished his chores, but he just skipped them and came here. It was his choice to do so and he shall have to deal with the consequences. You don't worry though. His being here is none of your doing. You just enjoy the gather, alright?"
Refocusing on his son, he made a sound of frustrated disbelief at seeing his six turn old son unceremoniously drop Little Wing to the ground and tearing off through the crowd. "Ionan, you get back here! Nice meeting you, miss, but I have to catch a wayward kiddo." He dipped his head to Iliyana and set off at a jog after his son, who, in all likelihood, was going to seek protection from him by seeking out R'yn or Ticene.
Little Wing hadn't been expecting getting collected off of Ionan's shoulder and then just dropped. She flailed and gave a startled screech. She righted herself with a little shake. Off went Ionan and off went G'non. The Gold snorted. Well, she had helped! And then to be treated so. Hmph! Why bother sulking though? She had helped, so she was free to explore the gather then, yes? Besides, she could visit with the nice girl! She seemed really friendly. Looking off in the direction that two of her boys had run off in, she gave a huff and looked up to Iliyana. She kinda looked like her people. With a soft trill, Little Wing beat her wings to rise up and gently landed on the girl's shoulder. The Gold chirruped in greeting and nosed her cheek, sniffing her inquisitively. Perhaps they could see the gather together! Little Wing's menfolk were obviously too busy to bother with that. It was nice having a friend to see things with.
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