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 Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 12:04 pm
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 12:53 pm
[Solo]
[Between and its exploits] I should be nervous.Natai paused, slim fingers halfway through buttoning her flight jacket. Iachixth squirmed in front of her, glistening in the early morning sun. They both did their best to prepare for this - the betweening. "Oh?" Probably! But I'm not, not even a little, nope."Glad to hear it," She finished up the buttons. In a rare moment of vanity, Natai smoothed her palms over the supple leather. Mother made it for her with some assistance of Tai. They used the hide o young heardbeasts and tanned it to softness, dyeing it a soft rust color. They used orange and yellow thread to sew it shut, even rubbing fats on the seams to water proof it. The inside insulation consisted of wool turned orange and a thick golden scarf embroidered with crimson thread. They even made pants an boots to match, though her cloves were coarser, thick skinned. Natai loved all of it. They made her feel like a proper dragonrider. "We need to be confident." I am always confident. Iachixth stretched out a claw, crooning. We are going to all three of our places, right?"Two. the first was too near a Hold. the other may not have enough room for farming. We'll see." One at a time~ Natai climbed onto her back, settling ino the straps with a slow breath. Iachixth hummed quietly, her mental voice sing-song in her excitement. Today would be the day. Iachixth and she did all the exercises, the visualizing. Everything Bereck suggested and other weyrlings did, they followed. She had a head for pictures and numbers, Iachixth a knack for exploration and curiosity. Together, they would fly, they would between, and they would live. Of course they would. She wished she'd not found out the statistics of those that died in their first flicker between. Hush, hush. You're supposed to be the confident one. I'm supposed to be the one with the weird flickering thoughts. Iachixth chirped the words, silly in tone though her words were serious. Natai laughed and squeezed her eyes shut, taking in a deep breath. I am your horrible influence."I'd beg to differ, darling. You were born in a cake. I've corrupted you to distraction." Iachixth laughed mentally, a tinkling cheerful bell of a voice, and she launched herself into the air. Natai tucked her chin to her chest, eyes squinted behind the gloves, and both dragon and rider pictured, very hard, their first destination. Both closed their eyes. One. Two. Three. Three heartbeats of cold and blackness behind her eyelids. Then warmth and sun shining down. Iachixth and Natai opened their eyes and looked down. A flock of caprine and their handler stared up at them. Oops! Hello! Iachixth called down. The man let out a cry. Together, they closed their eyes, thought of the next place as hard as they could. Three seconds of freezing and then - the stream, the jungle to one end, the open land good for farming. Iachixth landed with a graceless thud and bugled in her triumph. We did it! We did it twice!" And didn't land on some poor shepards stomping ground!" Natai sounded high pitched behind her scarf. she pushed her goggles up onto her head and started to laugh, louder than she had in a long time and half hysterical. "We didn't die!" We didn't! I like this place better but we didn't die!"We didn't die!" They went swimming to celebrate. ----- I really do like this place best, Iachixth hummed, half in the river, her long limbs stretched out in front of her. She nuzzled the grass, churring. Even if we scared him!"We will try not to scare them again," Natai said, staring up at the night sky. They set up their tent some time ago - the second spot, the most likely. She watched the stars, fingers folded on her stomach. "Do you think this would be a good place to be, Iachixth?" There's fish? And water. We need water. And there's hills and sun and sky. There's places for herdbeasts! You said that was important, right?"Very." Her fingers tapped on her stomach. "The other spot doesn't have a river right next to it. It has more land, though. Less hills." Iachixth snorted. Natai smiled. "You're right, the hills are useful. The river might flood at some point though, in a wet season." Mmmmmaybe. Maybe not? I dunno, you're the one who's good at this."Quite true. I wouldn't be able to do it without my Bug, though. We should sleep, Iachixth. We'll think about it more. But... I think this will work." Iachixth chortled and clambered out. Sleep came fast.
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 6:13 am
[Solo]
[HoldTown Fleeing] Cold. So, so cold. Between stung when in nothing but thin clothing - a skirt, wide enough, but a shirt without sleeves, a bag, soft sandals - thin clothing did not protect from the chilly grey. Natai clung to Iachxith an her makeshift harness, shaking even after just those three fast seconds. The disgusting cling of freezing air did nothing to jerk her out of her immediate guilt. Her stomach knotted in a fashion that made bile burn at the corners of her jaw. Iachixth fell completely to the ground, collar to tail tip, and she whined. Natai scrambled down from her neck, skinny arms clutched tight to what shining hide she could, cheek pressed hard. "Iachixth, Iachixth, oh, shaff." she hiccuped wetly, eyes squeezed tight. The goldrider shook against her dragon, between hanging over her like a cloud. "Shaff, shards..." Iachixth keened in sorrow. She half coiled around natai, large muzzle pressed close to the young womans frame. Natai trembled more. They said they wouldn't fight. she mourned, edging around to try and curl entirely around her rider. Natai refused to let go completely, re-attaching to her nose. It's okay, it's okay, they said they wouldn't fight, they'll stop now. Natai..." No," The word ripped itself free only to be followed by a hard hiccup. "It's my fault, it's all my fault. I should have made a choice, I should have made us leave the minute that bronze showed up." Pioth will come. Iachixth spoke with more confidence with than she felt, her eyes bright yellow and grey. We are in our new home now, aren't we? He knows where we are. It's not our fault."It's not your fault, love. It's not yours. You do what I ask, I aske for nothing but quiet from the Weyrs. It's all - I didn't ask for this," Her voice cracked. Natai slid to her knees and hunched her shoulders, shaking hands over her face. "I didn't ask for their politics, their <******** hate. I wanted a family." She sobbed the last few words. Natai doubled over, forehead to her knees, and she cried like a broken child. Iachixth's eyes twisted a lighter grey, nearly white, an she nosed closer. Natai felt her anguish, her apology for being the best darling dragon ever. Iachixth wanted to be small again, tiny enough to pile on top of her like a canine pup. She whispered, lilting voice small and sad. We're home now. This will be our new home. We will have our adventures here and your family. I'm sorry.Iachixth whined when the full force of Natai's love hit her. Love and acceptance and a fierce, harsh devotion. Iachixth never doubted her riders love for her, never for a second, even on the brief moments where she knew how much the young womans life changed with her in it. At that instant with Natai's guard down and entirety of her heart, her everything, Iachixth returned it with a firm nuzzle and her own love in return. Natai didn't have it in her to reply aloud or even form coherent thoughts outside of her tears but one thing came through very firmly: Home. This place without caprine and with its hills, it's too crowded jungle in the distance, it's water, it's hole with their quickly-buried supplies a dragons length away - this place officially called itself home. They fled there without hesitation when Natai thought 'escape', they had a tent and food secreted away. No doubt, not anymore. Not with Natai crying without rest into her dragons muzzle and Iachixth keening. They would wait for Pioth and His. They were home.
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 1:25 pm
[Post-Raiding Her HoldTown Journal] Supplies:One tent, green
Three blankets
Two wineskins of water
Leftover lunch
One pound of dried meat
One pound preserves
Three knives of various sizes
Notebook I am writing in
Pen and ink
Bereck's firelizards, apparently.
Two bottles o oil
Maps/notes/planbook
Flint (no tinder)
Small amount of first aid Allies:
My Hold
Berek
Narisa
Anali (sort of, I know she will not hurt us)
S'dekai
C'ross(???)
Bereck's children and weyrmate
I'm not sure anymore
Plan Weyrhold:Layout
Colors
Food sources (as Bereck for Southern edible plant book)(Map it)
Where to get firestone (?)
How to get people here
Symbol(?)(Note: should not be gold based)
Colors (Note: should not be gold based) Get S'dekaiI don't know what else to do. This isn't something I planned for. I should have. I shouldn't have left him. I'm so sorry, S'dekai.
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 6:41 pm
[Solo/Journal] Natai Dear Mother, I promise I am fine. I apologize that I didn't leave the coordinates with anyone at the Hold - no one there has dragons to come see me with. The only person with a firelizard is that horrible Millie. Out of all the people I would want visiting me, she would be one of the very last. I shudder to think about it. But, regardless, I am fine. This is one of the Masterhealers firelizards, she's very sweet. Please don't eat her. Bereck is also sending up some things to help out. I'm not very good at this roughing it business but at the very least you raised a girl who doesn't cry at a rainstorm. Is everything okay at the Hold? Everyone is safe? All my love, Natai. Mother Darling Irritating Daughter, Don't you 'all my love' me, young lady. I'm not some political wherrieshit stuff-shirt you need to impress. We're all fine - shards, we're better off than some of your friends. The boy on the bronze is gone but the dragon is still here so he's alive. We've taken care of him, he's eating, and there is a shaffing brick house of a green out there as well. No one died, so far as I can tell, and it's a damned good thing they didn't try to storm us. The minute Nana came running in, we grabbed out stuff - you know what I mean. What are you doing with all of this? You can't hide away forever. I raised you better than that, Harper want-to-be or not. -Mother Natai Mother, I'm sorry! What am I supposed to do, cry and write in slang? I don't need my letters to be picked up and used against me. 'Oh, look, she's illiterate. Lock her away!' That sounds unpleasant and I'd rather avoid it. But to answer you - in my own words, thank you very much - I have decided to start a Weyrhold. My friend, S'dekai, the bronzerider, he suggested it before I ran away like a scared feline. I've been thinking of symbols and the like but it's been difficult. I know Weyrs need colors and was thinking, perhaps, a bronze-goldish or burnished gold-silverish with red-brown-black and green-blue? I don't have any colors so I can't color out what's in my mind. It will be the same as our families discussions, with votes and decisions and rule making. Bereck is sending me some books to read but... But I'm not sure how to go about it. All my love still, Natai Mother Natai, You can't have multi-colored three colors. Pick one, stick with it, go from there. This is a work in progress, not the end all be all. Actually, it's the end all, be all. You can't be approaching people with a shoddy product. I've sent you some paints, figure something out. -Mother Natai Dearest Mumsy, I fail to find your words uplifting, Mother. Thank you for the letter at any rate. S'deka just arrived from the Weyr, having been rescued. He's sleeping right now and I've taken the last however long to put together the colors and a possible symbol or two. They're rough. Please don't mock me. I'm not good at these things, Mother. What do you think? I like the color orange and it isn't a dragons color (save for perhaps a bit of Iachixth). We are near hills so those are... there, I suppose, and the triangle stands for a prism, all colors in one. Love, Natai Mother Precious pumpkin of sarcasm, I think you ought design a name to go with that lovely little shield. My love as well, Mother. Natai Snarky Sassified BirthGiver, I was thinking Euclid Weyrhold. In one of the architect texts I read - and advanced maths - there is a formula called the Pythagorean Theorem. It's the way to discover the angle or length of a triangle, I believe, and it would fit the prism idea. Euclid was apparently a great mind that wrote something in detail about advanced maths and in the formula is an explination of 'Euclids Proof'. According to more old texts, his name means 'Good Glory'. It's a fitting name. What do you think? Natai Mother Well, damn. Find out 100% on this Euclid fellow and write it down in your manifest. Get chopping, girl. You don't have your entire life. All my love, Mother. P.S. Also make a point to stop sounding like a pretentious prat with a stick up your a**, Natai. It's adorable but you really need to loosen up. These people need to like you. Natai Mother, Yes, ma'am. I am off to meet a bronzerider set up by Bereck. The coordinates are ____. If I don't write later, send help. If I put the word 'snark' in the letter, send help. My love as well, your paranoid, frantic, bookworm daughter. P.S. I will keep that in mind.
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 8:27 pm
Euclid Weyrhold Manifest First Draft Motto: We only sound pretentious
Bacon makes everything better
Imagine, Adapt, Succeed I don't believe in evil. Some people may be vile but no one is truly evil, just as no one is truly good. In that same thread of thought: no dragon is inherently better then any other dragon. An apprentice is a Master in training, a weyrling a future leader - or not, if apprentice and weyrling choose another pass. Some do not wish to lead but to support, to create instead of order. This does not make them less important than the minority. The idea is reprehensible. A life cannot be judged as having a high worth over another. No oe should be treated as leser due to strength, smarts, color, or size. Sentient beings should not be allowed to die because they require more care. That is murder if only because they are able to think and feel and communicate. One cannot let a man drown when all they need to do is thrown him a rope, despite the possibility he may eat up some of their supplies. And that is my stance on atypical colors. I do not believe in violence for the sake of violence. Defense of ones lands and people and person are not the same as the ruthless and brutal bloodshed in order to further ones anger. the Revolution had it's reasons for hppening; they went about it in the wrong way, one that soured the taste of new freedom for others. No social structure is perfect. Many, if not most, ail to thrive due to the unrestricted power of a few. Weyrs managed this long due to the tithes and Thread, the status of certain colors and willful ignorance of the powerful. Euclid Weyrhold may be no different in the end. I am striving for a balanced place, one more like the discussions in my family in regards to rules and policies. Each color and 'kin and unbonded will be able to make their voice heard. Mass voting for each an every thing would result in chaos and the use of too many resources such as time and scribes. (Note to self: Explain WHY the name 'Euclid' - all parts needed to make a prism, a prism being all the colors, do it without sounding pretentious. Mother would be disappointed.) Instead each group will vote in representatives in order to speak on behalf of their interests. The higher the group umber, the more representatives will be elected. the Weyrleader will be the only mass vote - and any dragonrider may hold the positive o any sexuality. the people will vote in three Candidates for Weyrleader, the Weyrwoman for the final choice. (Note to self: because I fear whatever it is they vote in - if a person with horrible in their soul, must have a choice in not having them.) The Weyrleader controls wing formations, other Thread related activities, though they do not have final say in Wingleaders; they have a single elective vote. Until the time the founer of Euclid Weyrhold, Natai of Iachixth, retires, they will be Weyrwoman, responsible for day-to-day Weyrlife, book-keeping, and outside-Weyr politics (??? Maybe?? Other Weyrs hate me)(Change wording, this sounds terrible). The Weyrwoman has one elective vote in the council and is the tie-breaking vote only should a stand-still be reached with no other recourse. Importance will not be color based. Chromatics, whers, and unbonded have more votes than the bronzes and golds. Violence for the sake of it is not permitted. Creche children will be taught to read, write, and do basic mathamatics before being fostered or apprenticed out - it is strongly encouraged for the Weyrhold children with their parents to allow them to attend as well. We will be... awesome, somehow. Natai, learn to write appropriately. Your mother is right, you sound like a pretentious tit. Be a good Weyrhold
Allow proper representation for all colors and states of bonded and unbonded
Don't cry because you will get this done.
You pretty much have to. Accept this, put your chin up, figure out how to get these children educated, how to set this place up, and figure out how to word the Weyrwoman bit so you don't sound like a terrible, greedy ******** person.
... It's okay. You aren't a terrible, greedy person. Make sure you believe this because it's true. It's alright.
Shorten manifest -End first draft]
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 11:58 am
[Letter] Dear Manaan, Congratulations on your upcoming wedding. mother has informed me - I am sure you and my sister will be very happy together. Matai adores her already. I'm glad you both will be a part of our family still, no matter past circumstances. Those circumstances are why I write to you today. As Mother has undoubtedly informed you, I've joined no Weyr nor Wherhold. my reasons are my own but I am sure you can guess at them. Instead i strive to build a Weyrhold, one much like a caravan with votes and power based on merit. I've received some derision on behalf of a title for myself but people have been mistreated. No one can blame them, least of all me. We need supplies, Manaan. We need allies with goods and connections to do so with an honest heart. We were friends once. I like to think we are still, past or no. You are to be my brother. Be our connection. Please. You are the only trader I trust and one of the only in Pern outside of blood family i would ever want to keep at my side as a true friend. You've made me solve problems my entire time with you. I always rose to the challenge. This time I truly need your assistance - please help me sold this. Yours, Natai of Iachixth Euclid Weyrhold ----- Natai, You know I will help you in any way I can. Can you come to the Hold in the next sevenday? I'm there now though Matai is with my father. I'm sorry. I know he'd have wanted to see you. You are, and always have been, my friend. Send my best and thanks to those that stand with you. Your friend, Manaan ----- Manaan, I will be there tomorrow. Natai
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 11:59 am
[Solo Post] Natai visits the Hold where: She talks with Mother in regards to Matai and the wedding, Mother sets her straight on evrything
She talks to manaan about trading, he agrees to set up routes for her
Closure
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