Fort will have had about 13 full service wings at that time, split between 1st and 5th tier. There would be only one First Wing, a couple of Second tier wings, three third and three forth tier wings, and four fifth tier wings.
First wing was the 'important' wing that did all the showboating and ferrying Lords around, the others did more or less the same courier duties in that time but 2nd tier would be better respected and get slightly plusher jobs than 5th tier. Each wing would have about thirty dragons in it. They'd also have a veterns' wing of varying number along with retired riders and weylings.
Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 9:44 pm
Hey there! I have a few questions about the massacre. Was it during breakfast or before/during/after the discussions? Would the people have had like a "hit list" of those people to kill first?
Hey there! I have a few questions about the massacre. Was it during breakfast or before/during/after the discussions? Would the people have had like a "hit list" of those people to kill first?
It started during breakfast, when most of the Weyr's riders were all sitting down to eat. The killing was probably pretty indiscriminate, but definitely geared towards the important people who were sitting at the High Table(s). If other riders got away, it wasn't such a big deal (there were a lot of riders there!), but they deeeefinitely wanted to get any weyrleaders, etc. they could.
It's basically a bit like being the deputy manager of a wing. They're helping with admin, they check gear, they help enforce punishments, they're dealing with conflicts and social clashes, all that jazz.
Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:49 pm
So Nilah and I are working on joint entries and the uh prompt response is getting rather long. Would it be ok to post it once in a separate post for it instead of posting it twice?
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That's fine! =D
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Just a question, will time jumpy people be available to make after the contest bit ends? Just because I was thinking of entering the contest, but if it doesn't get through I'd like to then make them into just a regular person.
Nope, it's a one time offer! However, you can put the character up as a WIP as a regular person; if you win them in the contest convert your WIP to be that version, if you don't then you can complete the WIP as a normal person. I hope that made sense!
Rider Name: Yunvon Age: 47 Gender: Male Personality and history bullet points:
* Kind of gruff and moody * Irritable too! * Hidebound in multiple senses: is from a Hold and has some fairly stiff values that are pretty well ingrained, and is also literally fond of reading * Huge culture shock about Weyr life that has not fully resolved itself – still kind of uncomfortable around the whole Flights and sexuality stuff, even though he is simultaneously also used to it. Its weird. * Actually a sweet, caring guy beneath the grumbling - capable of deep friendship and loyalty. However, he does need his space. * A lot of space. * Kind of broken at the moment due to the whole stressful massacre and time travel thing. He'll recover, though. No worries * Detail-obsessed (his dragon sees the big picture, he is concerned with the brush strokes) Can be very picky * Dragon is/will be the closest thing he has to a romantic relationship
History * Trained as a harper, became a journeyman: a bit of art and storytelling ability but mostly administrative things like accounting and recordkeeping. * Boring but respectable stuff. * Took over the care of his young twin cousins due to complicated family issues * Those cousins got Searched, and he went to be there to watch them Stand. * Surprise: Sereth clambered into the stands and claimed him as hers (he was 21 and most of the way to 22 at the time). She was attracted to his knowledge and ability to sweat the small stuff; theycomplimented each other: she liked the idea of a big picture and had big ambitions and he had the discipline and know how to help her channel her desires. * Note: Cousins were twin girls: Impressed Blues, one at that Hatching and the other at a clutch during the next turn. * Had to adjust to life as a Gold Weyrling, but his age, maturity and attention to detail helped him along. * Ended up in the role of weyrlingmaster's assistant. Finds baby dragons adorable. Manages to deal with their riders. It works out. * Blah blah blah political stuff and flight stuff. Point being he does goldridery things like hes supposed to. Acts like a paranoid and anxious father over Sereths first clutch, gets over himself. * More politics: starts figuring out how to move up in rank and respect, nice and steadily (if a bit slower than Sereth might like), no unnecessary backstabbing or anything because neither really have the guts for that. A few political enemies here or there, definitely. * Personal matters intrude: Sereth really wants to chase Greens when they Rise but has been resisting because of how it might 'look'. After having to deal with her conflicted emotions for some time and the headaches and bother, Yunvon just tells her to “Just shaffing chase them.” and she does and feels a lot better about the world and everything in general. * Eventually finds herself a weyrmate – Green Soleath– who becomes her one and only, save for when she Rises to make babies for the Weyr. She always returns to said green later. It's very sweet. * Green's Rider, Sigrun, is just a friend. * Blah blah blah lots of politics, lots of trouble brewing, stuff is happening, the Red Star is very bright, and in the meantime – as many people he knows have had casual relationships, weyrmates, proper Hold marriages or even children Yunvon is wondering why he can't find 'the one' * (fairly recently, just before the events come to a serious head) Yunvon finally comes to terms with the fact that he is not interested in a romantic or sexual relationship with males or females. He ends up feeling a lot better at this bit of self discovery and 'loosens up' a bit. IE, he stops being such a huge prudish jerk. A little. * The politics and stuff comes to a head, and Yunvon finds himself 500 turns in the future, far away from home, and without his baby cousins or his close friend. Misery, loneliness, and insecurity ensue.
Dragon name: Sereth Colour: Gold Personality bullet points: * Likes to show off a little, be the center of attention, be a little demonstrative... that sort of thing. She's a beautiful and she knows it. * Generally affectionate and actually somewhat playful * She is, however, very opinionated and is very clear about where she stands on issues. She may dance around the bush with her words, but she is confident in herself and her own abilities. * In fact, she thinks herself to be better than everybody else. Shes not going to rub it in everybody's face and start bragging, but it is there and it is noticable. * She is, however, insecure with how others view her. Being politically and socially aware, she is cautious about the way she comes off to others. * She keeps most of her less 'proper' and 'traditional' qualities highly constrained * Cordial and polite – generally non aggressive, is an active player in Weyr politics through her rider and on her own * Prefers the company of Greens and Golds. She will chase and catch Greens, but goes elsewhere when her fellow Golds rise, as she is afraid of getting in the way of the aggressive males and does not want the Flight-influenced Queen to mistake her for a rival and attack – that is not good for politics, herself, or the Weyr. For this same reason, she tries to keep Greens and Golds that she is fond of/weyremates/lovers with from flying her when she rises, so that they are not harmed in the chaos. Of course, as with anything that is restrained, accidents happen and she cant always stop these things wink * She loves everything to do with clutching, from laying the eggs to the hatching to watching the weyrlings grow up. If she can, she wants to be a part of that cycle again. * She also likes Rising because the hormonal and emotional changes that come with the event are very freeing to her. * She sees mating with males as a messy and unpleasant but necessary intermediary between the fun of Rising to fly and being chased and the joy of clutching and the hatchlings that result. She will spend no more time with the chosen Bronze or Brown (or Blue?!) than she has to, and will likely seek out the company of her Green or Gold weyrmate afterwards. It is all business, and she chooses mates based almost entirely on her and her rider's assessment of the stability of the dragon and rider. * Other than that she has no real color bias of her own and will interact, befriend, respect and influence dragons based on their individual strengths.
Prompts:
1. Who did you leave behind? Show us a time Sereth and her rider were happiest - or saddest.
No... the dragon thought, the heat of the sands under her paws a comforting newness after the squishing sheltered ooze of her egg. She studied the face in front of her before moving on, aggravated. You're not Mine either.
It was her hatching day, and she had to find hers or the void would take her. She knew this as surely as she knew that she was a Gold.
She made another pass along the candidates, stumbling slightly as her legs cramped after being curled so long in the shell. She righted herself quickly and did a little gesture, just to make it look as though she had meant to stumble all along.
All eyes were on her, as they should be... after all, she was the gold, the star of the clutch. She'd even hatched earlier than dramatic effect should have allowed, just to make a show of it and hog as much attention as she could. But among the eyes on the sands that watched her with hungry eagerness, none were the eyes she sought. She keened in frustration, covering her fear of the nothingness that loomed quietly within her. No. She would find hers.
Her clutchmates impressed, one by one, and still she paced along the lines of candidates, peaceful but frustrated. Where was Hers?
It was on her fourth pass that she stopped by two humans who looked the same, wondering for a moment if she had somehow crossed her eyes, but no. They were two different people. She shook her head. Yes, two different people, very alike and... She saw their eyes.
They weren't hers, neither of them were...
But they were close
Her own eyes whirled in excitement as she studied them. If they were close, where was hers?
She made a noise of indignation and snapped at one of her blue brothers as he shoved past her and headbutted one of the same-looking girls, his eyes shimmering with the light of impression. She hissed at him softly, feeling cheated.
But then she noticed where the girls were looking – at the people sitting around the sands that the Gold hadn't even noticed before. She mentally kicked herself for her foolishness.
There.
That face.
The Gold's hearts beat a staccato rhythm. HERS. He was right there! She knew it!
But then he was hidden by other bodies.
The Gold keened, a frustrated, angry sound, and went for the stands, clambering up it. She could feel the nothingness looming, and she had no desire to join it. She had been among the first to hatch, and was now the second to last on the sands. This was not acceptable. She had to find hers. She shoved through the people, staggering as she moved up, and up, and up...
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Yunvon was so proud of his little cousin that he didn't notice the commotion at first, or the wave of people leaping out of their seats until he realized with a start that it was happening and that the wave was heading right for him.
A shining gold muzzle was suddenly in his face, her eyes whirling assessingly. Slowly, they began to take on more colors, flashing a sparking rainbow as they drew him into their depths. Absently, he raised a hand to her head, as if to make sure she was real.
her voice made him reel in a deliciously wonderful way. It felt like sharp steel sheathed in silk, a thing of contrasting extremes: harsh and soft and cold and warm, all at the same time as it slithered through him. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, if sound it was. she nudged her head into his hand.
“Sereth...” he said quietly, stroking her absently, lost. He had never felt this way before – his heart ached and felt as though it would burst from his chest or melt. he felt her purr, a deep rumble that set his hand and arm a tingle. “Yes.” he said, enthralled by her eyes. He could look into their whirling depths forever and never tire. “Yes we will... Together.”
the voice, harsh and laughing, broke though the moment,
Wait. This was the Gold dragon. And Rainbows meant she had impressed. To Him?!
Suddenly it made sense in a dreadfully clear way. “But... but... there has to have been some kind of mistake...” He was too old. He was a man. He had a career.
Sereth's mind touched his softly, and he calmed, despite himself. He lost himself in her eyes again and knew, with certainty, that she was correct: it was no mistake. her eyes flashed orange and he felt embarassment. Hers he thought with wonder, It's hers. she admitted.
“Well...” he took a deep breath, swallowing against his suddenly dry throat, “Lets go then... Sereth.”
As he walked down towards the available meat, he thought about what this meant.
He'd had a career, a future, a life. What would he do now?
Well, something different, of course.
He had only been going to be a clerk for some wealthy holder, likely. What sort of a career was that, really? A boring one.
This would be far more interesting.
2. So you just woke up and discovered that you’ve gone five hundred turns into the future due to really shaffing up your co-ordinates. Probably. Maybe. You’re no longer politically relevant, and everyone you love died centuries ago. How are you dealing with this? How do you feel? Is it a relief? A chance to build something new? Or will you never bounce back?
Yunvon looked out the window of the Weyr's archives as Sereth's smooth voice slid into his mind. Yunvon rubbed his forehead. he asked, placing a marker to mark his place in the history record – he had a lot of catching up to do on the hundreds of years that had passed, which he found far preferable to confronting the reality of the present - before standing to go outside, Yunvon grit his teeth at the slight harshness in her voice. They hurt, they both did. Yunvon knew where his dragon was resting and started for that place with a determined step. He pointedly ignored the stares that he inevitably got along the way. Yes. he thought, Look at me. I'm a walking piece of history. Smaller in person, aren't I? Shaff off. he found her and joined her in the sun, amidst her gleaming hide. He leaned against her. He closed his eyes and let his head rest against her warm body. “I know.” he murmured aloud. He stayed like this for a long moment, feeling the sun warm his skin. At least some things stayed the same. he thought, bitterly. Sunlight was still sunlight, and air was still air, but so much else had changed. “Well, my love. What now. We are little more than the stuff of legends, worth only the ink and parchment we are written on.” he felt her nudge him and stroked her muzzle. he said, he rubbed his thumb along her headknobs, he remembered, again, the fire and how his cousins had died. Girls he had practically raised, who he had told stories to and fed and clothed. He remembered how their bodies had fallen, lifeless, to the floor. He remembered how dragons had screamed and died.
3. The massacre - did Sereth’s rider see it coming? Or did it come as a complete shock? How did they manage to get out into the bowl? Did they go willingly on Sereth or have to be put on her?
Sereth and Yunvon, though bonded together at the deepest level possible, were very different people, all told. There was, however, one trait that the rider and his Gold shared no matter how old they got: they were rational. Everything, from humans to dragons to accounts and politics had a very clear beginning, middle, and end to them, and things had a logical progression. People behaved logically – people had to behave logically. They both believed this strongly.
Which was why they hadn't been expecting something as wholly irrational as the massacre. This is illogical thought the terrified Yunvon as he fled out of the dining hall amidst the chaos of the dead, dying, and murderous, This is so completely, utterly totally illogical. which was an odd thought, he felt, for this occasion.
Sereth called, he could feel panic in her voice, unaccustomed and alien.
Far afield, he could see her, her hide shining in the early sunlight, her beautiful eyes whirling with worry, fear, and anger. he gasped, sprinting,
Dragons and riders were gathering around her, assembling in the bowl to take flight. They fought off the attackers, and as Yunvon made his way among them he did a quick head count. He stopped, recoiling.
Sereth dodged out of the way as a fighter attacked her and was quickly hewn down by a rider. She did not want to think about how it could get worse, and did not want to find out.
“That means they're still inside...” he said out loud, turning back towards the dining hall, “They're still in danger!”
Sereth leapt after him, trying to keep him close. She knew, though, that she couldn't stop him. She knew how he felt. Rantha and Ranha were his cousins, but they may as well have been his own children. He could not let them stay in danger. she asked, resigned and concerned.
said the ever spirited Yoth,
Opaloth's scream cut through the conversation.
but hers could see it. And them.
“Ratha! Ranha!” he shouted desperately, running as fast as he could towards the building. He could see them through a window, fighting off their attackers back to back as flames began to spread.
[/color!] Opaloth's voice cut out suddenly and, with the certainty that dragons had for the passing of their own, Sereth knew he had gone between in his rider's wake. She held back her keen.
“No!” echoed Yunvon, drawing his sword, “Ranha!” he saw her fall, limply to the ground, “Rantha, hold on! I'm coming...!”
“No!” suddenly his friend, Sigurn of Green Soleath was in the way. She was dressed, almost literally, to kill. “Get your pansy a** back on your dragon and get the shaff out of here!” she yelled, blocking his path.
Yunvon could see his cousin fighting, her dragon clawing at the building to try to get to her. He could see her tiring, the heat of the growing flames getting to her. He could see her opponent rallying, getting stronger. She'll be overcome... he thought frantically. “No.” he said, trying to shove past the greenrider, “I'm going in there.”
Sigurn grabbed him. “No!” she retorted, “We need you, get on your dragon and get out.”
“They need me! She needs me!”
“Yeah, well...” Sigurn punched him in the face, catching him as he fell, stunned, “The rest of us need you more.” She hefted the goldrider over her shoulder.
Green Soleath strode up to Sereth and snuggled her comfortingly,
Sereth nuzzled her weyrmate back. she hesitated within the protective and scared knot of dragons, she flinched as Yoth wailed and his presence vanished to Between.
Sigurn strapped Yunvon in as he lolled, dazed. “Yes.” she said. echoed her dragon, Soleath gave her a draconic, if hasty kiss,
Sereth gave her lover a long look before turning away. she said, and, with a running start, took off into the air. She joined the desperate, reeling flock of refugees, more rising from the ground in her wake. And she led them. With a Command that Sereth hoped would cut through the chaos and panic and save them all, the group vanished Between towards a High Reaches coordinate, hoping to find reinforcements, safety, and comfort.
Sigurn and Soleath did indeed follow behind, going between with the last of the group after taking out several hindering attackers and picking up a candidate to take to safety.
They – and their charge - never left Between.
4. What was their relationship with their Weyrleader like? Were they close? Was it a business-like relationship, or more of a romantic one?
The after-flight was always the hardest for Yunvon.
The before part was a lot of ritual and organization, which he managed all right.
The during part was a lot of working through intense distraction, which he had learned to deal with.
The after part, however, was a lot of headaches and misery and aggravation and Bronzeriders (and Brownriders) who – despite past experience and his dragon's cold attitude towards their dragons - thought that just because they caught his Sereth they had also caught him, for better or worse.
At least this wasn't his first flight as Senior Goldrider, and the Weyrleader was the same as before, which was good because Yunvon had approved of their attitude and professional nature. The last clutch had been a nice batch of weyrlings, who had grown up well.
A knock at the door. Yunvon stood up, sending Sereth a mental kiss as she cuddled, satisfied, with Soleath. “Come in.”
It was the Weyrleader. “Yunvon.” they said, “I brought klah. To celebrate the occasion.”
Yunvon sighed inwardly. He disliked presents or celebration. “Very well.” He moved to his other desk – more comfortable for more than one person - and laid out the paperwork that he and the Weyrleader had been doing before the interruption of the flight. Following his lead, the Weyrleader set down the klah and poured a cup for himself before offering one to Yunvon, who accepted it reluctantly.
“To another few turns.” they said, and Yunvon raised his glass. “Yes. To another few” productive “turns”. He said in agreement, sipping his klah. Much as Yunvon didn't like the idea behind the gift, he had to admit that it was exactly what he needed right ow. “Let us get back to these letters, then.”
The Weyrleader hesitated, as if they were about to say something. Yunvon waited, wary and unwilling to make this any more personal than it was. In the end, though, the Weyrleader shrugged, resigned. “Yes. Lets...”
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:38 pm
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Rider Name: Vosin Age: 24 Turns Gender: Female Rank: Wingsecond at Igen Weyr Personality and history bullet points: - determined and goal getter, she sets her goals then strives to achieve them - tries to see the best in people - above and beyond the call of duty, she willingly puts in the extra hours as needed - a bit randy and maybe a bit wild in her off-duty time - controlled by her emotions and may rush into things - may tend to “eyes bigger than stomach” and winds up biting off more than she can chew or a “leap before she looks” situation, her twin there to back her up - makes hasty decisions, she may reach a decision before she has all the information - tends for an aloof image among non-weyrfolk because she feels she doesn’t understand them - values her twin above all others; willing to compromise with Vesin more than others - leads a tight wing, but is ok with down time
history - Weyrbrat born at Benden Weyr to brownrider father and greenrider mother. Their mother was searched for a gold egg, but ended up impressing a green instead. - Their first brother was born when they were 5 Turns, and their second brother was born when they were 13 Turns. - The twins took it into their heads that they wanted to see the world when they were 15. To accomplish this they stowed away on a trader caravan. They were promptly returned upon being discovered. They had to endure extra chores for months and even after their punishment ended the threat of not being allowed to stand the next clutch always loomed if they dare to put another toe out of line. - Both she and her twin Impressed to a bronze at the age of 17. There was a lot of outrage initially that two girls got two bronzes in the same clutch. - A Turn later, after the weyrlings are well grown and they pass their ‘between’ tests, the twins are transferred to Igen Weyr. They wanted better opportunities than Benden offered. - at the age of 20, she met the greenrider who became her sweetheart. - The twins dedicated themselves to being the best bronzeriders they could be. They were awarded the rank of wingseconds to Wing 7 at age 22. It was decided to pair them together in the same wing as they worked so well together. - Shortly before the Weyrleaders were to convene, the wingsecond of Wing 3 retired and recommended the twins for his rank.
Dragon name: Tiaeth Colour: Bronze Personality bullet points: - calm and steady, he is assured of the outcome and time will eventually get them there - Handles his rider’s goofs with humor - sociable and may be prone to gossiping - easy to please - speaks to either twin - easily distracted - loves extra time on oiling - prefers a single mate, but will participate in flights - may be influenced by suck-ups
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Prompt for Vesin and Vosin
Prompts: 3. Give us a battle scene from the massacre - how did your character become aware of what was going on? How did they survive?
Vosin was eager to be back in Benden. She was proof that a female bronze rider could be more than a simple wingrider; both she and her twin as a matter of fact. Though she was eager she still liked her sleep. So when something prodded her in the back before the sun was up, she groaned and wiggled further away on the bed. --------- Vesin was not quite so eager to be back home, or rather where she was born. She had grown accustomed to Igen's freedoms so going back to Benden was not something that rider looked forward to. It was clear that Vosin wanted to flaunt how far they had come. Just how much two female bronze riders had accomplished. Ves was all for that... but the judging and demeaning gazes that would surely follow from their old Weyr was NOT something Ves wanted to be around for. There were ways around it. One of them was going to breakfast early to avoid most of the others. They couldn't get out of it completely since they would be meeting their parents later but at least it would minimize the time. Waking early, as always for Vesin, she poked her twins back to wake her up. When her sister just wiggled further into the bed she poked again before speaking. "Vos. Hey Vosi. Wake up. Let's go have breakfast before all the losers get there." She was already up and re-braiding her hair before letting it rest on her right shoulder. ----------- Vosin replied with a groan as the second prodding. She didn’t think her sister was going to let her out of this. Reluctantly a green eye opened. “Seriously? You couldn’t have waited until the sun was up?” Now that she was awake it would be nearly impossible to get back to sleep. They usually woke up early anyhow, but still! Vos yawned mightily and turned over in the unfamiliar bed as her sister rose. She watched her twin rebraiding her her hair as she mused to herself. They would be able to prove what they’d become if none of those sour riders were there. There would be plenty of time for that later though. With another yawn she heaved herself out of bed.
‘Get up Tiaeth. Ves wants breakfast already. Do you?’ A sleepy mumble from the bronze answered her. He clearly wasn’t awake yet, nor inclined to move. ---------- With a small sigh, Vesin started digging clothes out of the small bags they had brought. She got out two pairs of everything as there really wasn't much to choose from. "I know it's early. But I think it'll be better this way. We'll still meet everyone in the dining hall during actual breakfast time so you can flaunt your stuff there dear sister." She said giving her a matching green eyed wink. 'Breakfast?' Was all she asked Kelilayth who Ves knew was up already too. Kelil was clearly fully awake and ready for the day. ------------- “Yeah yeah, but it’ll be awkward not eating with everyone,” Vos pointed out as she automatically reached a hand for half the clothes. Awesome part about not being first out of bed, she thought. Clothes acquired and on, Vos quickly braided her hair over her left shoulder.
‘Isn’t this a bit early? I’m not sure the cooks are even awake yet,’ Tiaeth said to both women as he echoed his rider’s earlier yawn. ------------- "I guess I hadn't thought of that. I'm sure things will be fine." Ves replied as she finished dressing just after her quick change twin. At least with Vos always getting up later, she learned to dress quickly! When Tiaeth's voice echoed into her mind she rolled her eyes and wished the bronze was there to see it. 'Think of it this way, if you get to meals early you get first pick at what you want and they'll never be out!' Ves relayed the message to Kelilayth and a chuckle came back. Speaking to all parties, He said teasingly at his brother. ----------- “We have reason to be there after all.” They were supposed to be observing the negotiations to learn. At least that was one reason they had come with the Weyrleaders. It would be odd if they didn’t show. “Well I hope the cooks are awake! That is why we are going down there after all.” She gave a laugh at the dragon’s byplay, “well let us know when you’re hungry. C’mon Ves I’m ready if you are. Lets see if we can remember how to get to the dining hall.”
The bronze shifted against his clutchmate as Vesin replied and he thought about it. ‘I know breakfast will be there no matter how early I go to it,’ Tiaeth replied with inescapable logic. ‘I only need more sleep because you were snoring last night.’ He eyed the other bronze with dignity. ---------- Yes they couldn't forget the reason they were there. They needed to learn about more of the political side of being wing seconds. "I think the cooks will be awake. With all the people that will be here I'm sure the cooks have been up for some time now." As Vos announced that she was ready to go, she looped her arm through her sisters as they recounted their way through halls they hadn't been through in years. Kelilayth scooted closer as Tiaeth shifted against him. If Kelil were human it would have been a moment he would have stuck his tongue out at the other who was looking so dignified. --------- ‘Enjoy your breakfast ‘Sins.’ Tiaeth used his nickname for both the twins as they headed out of the rooms. ‘Tch! More like an old granther wherry about to fall out of the roost. Next time I’ll roll you over.’ The bronze settled back down, snugged tightly against Kelilayth, and draped a wing over his back.
As though it has been some unspoken signal, with Vesin’s arm looped through hers she started confidently down the halls. Well confidently until she came to a fork in the path. “Uuhhhh do you happen to remember which way it was?” Vosin peered down one way then the other. Someone had forgotten to bring fresh glows last night and it was very dim. “Let’s try left!” She didn’t really wait for her sister’s agreement, though she probably should have. --------- Kelilayth snorted at Tia. He always enjoyed his sense of humor. He said giving him permission even though it didn't really matter. The two bronzes got snuggled closer together and sighed as he felt a wing drape over his back and instantly felt more comfortable. Vesin had thought they had known which way to go. It had been awhile but it hadn't been THAT long. Apparently it had though, since when they came to a fork, the two girls stood there looking each way. Unfortunately, Vos didn't know either but suggested that they try left. And in traditional Vosin style, she didn't even wait for an answer. Vesin slowed down a ways down the hall. "Um Vos? Nothing looks familiar here..." she frowned slightly as she realized what happened. "I think were lost..." Ves' voice was quiet as she tried to figure out where they were and how to get them to breakfast. --------- It was Vesin’s dragging at her arm that finally brought her to a halt. Otherwise she would have doggedly continued down the path determined it was right. Vosin sighed and glanced around. “Lazy candidates. We were never like that in our time.” No they just got into other heaps of trouble. “Right, so how do we get out?” True to form, she turned to Vesin to get her out again. ------- "Not all candidates can be as awesome as we are." Vesin said to try and lighten the mood. At least she had gotten her sister to stop. Taking a deep breath to start collecting her thoughts, the moment of silence after Vos turned to her to fix things, that she thought she heard footsteps going the way they had just been. "Hey! Hey wait!" She said as she for a change pulled Vosin behind her. At least the young candidate heard her and stopped. "How do we get to the dining hall?" She asked, sparing no time. 'Go back to the fork and go the other way.' He said vaguely before ducking into a room. "I guess we were supposed to go to the right?" She asked her sister. ------- “Hehehe of course not!” Vosin gamely allowed herself to be dragged along. Ves was fixing things after all. She realized if she’d kept going they would never have run into the candidate. Who knew how long they would have been wandering. Her cheeks colored as she realized she’d picked the wrong fork. “Ah well, thanks,” she barely got out before the kid ducked into a room. “Shall we try that again?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sure enough, the candidate had been correct and if they had just gone to the right at the branch they would have found their way to the dining hall without problems. Detour aside, at least the two women were hungry by the time they got there! Just as Vesin had expected, the cooks were already there and going and plenty of food was ready to eat. It was a relief to see that, as well as to see the empty dining hall. The twins sat and ate in relative silence, not speaking since there was almost always food in one of their mouths. It wasn't long after that they were both done eating and riders from everywhere else started trickling in and getting their breakfast. "Lets go stand by those side doors and wait for everyone." Ves said, picking up her dirty dishes and placing them in the designated area. Stopping a little bit down from the doors as to not impede any foot traffic going through, Vesin leaned against the wall with her lips pursed. She couldn't wait to get these discussions over with and get back to Igen. ---------- Despite her doubts, cooks and plenty of food were already present. Vos stood in line to grab her favorites as her stomach growled; she pointed Ves toward the nearest open chairs. Distractedly she noted that the food tasted the same as when she’d been here as a child. Vos focused on filling her belly as quickly as she could. It didn’t take her long before the last bites were chased around her plate and devoured.
When the other riders started trickling in, she kept glancing at them for anyone she recognized that had objected to them. As Vesin had planned there wasn’t anyone this early. Grabbing her dishes she nodded in agreement. Vosin fluffed her bangs as she stood beside her twin. Bright green eyes scanned the riders trickling as she watched for her parents. -------- It seemed like they were waiting for forever as the dining hall was halfway full with riders stuffing their bellies now. It was crazy how familiar it seemed now that she was back there. Unfortunately for Vesin, it started feeling like home again and she had to mentally remind herself that Igen was home, not here. With a sigh, her eyes periodically scanned the crowd but didn't really see the individual people as she was trying not to. She saw blue eyes, dark skin, shaved head, and blond hair as she scanned the crowd. It wasn't until she saw bright red hair that she took the time to actually look. Her mouth parted in a large smile as she nudged Vosin with her elbow. "Look how big our little brother has gotten!" Ves said in surprise. Approaching the pair, their parents stood on either side of their youngest brother whilst the oldest son trailed behind the group. Their red headed dad, which they got their hair coloring from, had a smile just as big as Ves'. 'Hey girls! Wow look at you both!' He said, standing arm’s length from each of them before hugging, Vosin first and then Vesin. "It's nice to see you too Dad." Ves said, giving him a little squeeze before letting go. -------- She was enjoying displaying her shoulder knots to any rider to glanced at them; shoulder knots that said they rode bronzes and were wingseconds for Igen. An elbow drew her attention back to the reason they were here right now. Vosin stood on tip-toes. “Are you sure that’s him? It can’t be.” She gave a big grin as the family joined up with them. “Hey dad, mom! Little bro isn’t little no more.” Vos gave each a hug in turn. She rather missed seeing her family regularly.
“I’m so proud of you girls!” Bright green eyes from their mom beamed at the twins before she too came in for her share of hugs. “Come let us head inside where we can eat and talk.” The mature woman shooed the twins and men in the door before her. ---------- After giving her fair share of hugs, Vesin still couldn't believe how big their brother had gotten. Signs of aging showed on her parents faces as well and she started wondering if it had been hard on them with their two eldest being gone. They weren't around too much when they were growing up but Ves found herself growing closer to her parents as time went by. She supposed it was one of those things that you start appreciating more, especially when you're not around it all the time. Giving her mother an extra tight hug and winking at her brother, she wrapped her arm around her father's waist.
"Thank you! We've been working so hard and it's nice to know that they appreciate us at Igen." Ves can only hope that her mother didn't get offended, but it was a matter of fact, female riders weren't really appreciated at Benden even though riders like her mother deserved better. Waiting while their family grabbed their breakfast, Ves pointed out a spot out of the way where not many people had sat yet. "There's an open spot." She said as she steered everyone towards it. "How have things been here?" She asked to no one in particular as she fiddled with her braid, eyes flicking between all the family members as well as the few people that passed them. ------- Their mother understood how important it was for them to live up to everything they could be. “As long as you two are happy, so are we. Keep your chins up and we’ll always be proud of you. Same old, same old. Holders making impossible demands as usual.” She gave her daughters a wink.
Vosin was enjoying the reunion, though she wished it had been under better circumstances. Really what the Lord Holders wanted the Weyrs to do was ridiculous! She hoped the Weyrleaders sorted them out. She shook her head she wasn’t going to dwell on that right now. As her family claimed their breakfast, Vos headed to the unclaimed table her sister had pointed out to stake her claim to it first. She gave a soft laugh. “Just like the Holders.. oh hey look! Here come the Weyrleaders. Finally! I thought they were going to stay in bed all day.” --------- Vesin sat between her younger brothers closest to the entrance as they ate and listened to their Mom's recounting of the recent events at Benden which were as she expected. "They just don't understand is the problem. I'm sure the Weyrleaders will set them straight." She agreed with Vosin. The Holders demands even made Ves scoff. It would be a long debate she was sure, giving into something like that didn't seem to be anything the Weyrleaders would ever do, maybe not even compromise on it. She had been lost in her thoughts until Vos pointed out the Weyrleaders were finally arriving.
"Fashionably late I'm sure they would say." Ves said with a small laugh. Bowing her head slightly as some of them caught her gaze and Ves couldn't help but notice the look in some of the Benden's leader's gazes as they caught hers. It was clear things still hadn't changed. Perhaps her gaining higher rank at Igen had even made it worse. In any case, they were seated now and most of the conversations resumed. "I wonder how long the discussions will take." Vesin mused aloud. It could determine quite a few things. How much time they got to spend with family and how much time she had to endure the glares for starters. It made her sigh just thinking about having to stay for too long. --------- Maybe Ves had a point, though she didn’t see how they could make the holders understand short of bringing them here to learn. They couldn’t bring every holder to the weyr that was ridiculous in itself. She sighed and shrugged. “That’s what we’re here to learn.” This would either be very dull or rather lively. She was leaning toward lively personally. Vos lounged beside her mother and father and grinned, wondering if any of the candidates had topped their pranks yet. She gave a snort at her sister’s comment about the leaders.
“I wouldn’t bet less than a week.” Playing with her braid she glanced around the room. An odd movement caught her eye. Several men, in holder livery, were pushing through the crowd. Vos wondered what they were up to. What could be so important that they’d act like that; probably glory going to their heads she thought. She had just turned back to her family when screaming started near the High Table. ---------- Vos was right in the sense that it was exactly what they were there to learn. If this ever happened again after whatever the outcome was, they might have to actually participate instead of just sitting on the sidelines and watching. This would give them the experience needed for the future. Vesin would never be ungrateful for the opportunity that had been provided to them but there was a sense of dread along with being back in Benden.
"Just focus on the learning experience and spending time with us than the reason why you both left." Her Mother offered lovingly. Ves nodded in response and opted not to say anything. What could she really say? She wanted to prove herself to all the people that tried to keep them down but in her mind, she thought it was a futile effort here. Maybe it was not so in some other places but definitely here.
Ves groaned as Vos said she thought it would take at least a week. She knew she shouldn't complain but she couldn't help it. The same movement that had caught Vos' eye had caught her twins, the only difference was she continued to watch them. They were dressed in holder livery and were walking forward with purpose, shoving those out of their way as they made their way to the High Table. Unable to look away, she started to elbow her Father when she saw it. The flash of steel in the few moments before the screaming started.
"NO!" She shouted, jumping up from her seat as the panic started flowing throughout the room. Vesin's body tensed as she was about to move towards the high table when Vesresh's crying reminded her what was more important for her to worry about. "VOS," she shouted as people started pushing around them trying to get out. She grabbed her brother's wrist while trying to locate her twin.
"You kids out of here NOW!" Her father said forcefully. ----------- Vos followed her sister in jumping to her feet. What was this?! Her first instinct was to press closer and see what was going on. Although everyone else seemed to be on their feet, either pushing in or trying to get away. She glanced across the table at her twin as she cried out. It felt like she was falling down the tunnelsnake hole again. Her father’s voice snapped her to the moment. Grimly she nodded. Something was going on here, and she’d bet her dragon it was bad.
The woman vaulted over the table with ease to get to the side with her siblings. Outside she could hear the dragons bellow in anger. She grabbed an arm from each other her brothers, seeing the youngest one had firm hold of her twin. Head down she shoved through the crowd with her siblings toward the entrance. ‘Tiaeth! Meet us out front!’ The bronze was antsy from the anger of the others, but she felt his assent. He was tumbling out of their weyr and would be there soon. “Let’s get to our dragons!” Their brothers could ride with one of them each. --------- Things were getting crazy and fast. More people were screaming by the moment and the sounds of people in pain clenched at her heartstrings. It took everything Vesin had to grip to her siblings and push their way out. Figuring her parents would be right after them, she spared a glance back but their parents were nowhere in sight. "Vos we have to go back! Where's Mom and Dad?!" Her voice was full of panic and she almost tripped after looking back from being drug by Vos and the push of the people behind them.
<'Your parents can take care of themselves just get outside we have to get out of here!'> Kelil sent to both the twins, a sense of urgency could be noted as he followed Tiaeth out. It took everything Ves had to keep going forward. Tears threatened to spill over her eyes. A voice rose over the roar of the crowd. "Vos, isn't that they Weyr Mistress?! We need to go help her! If they were attacking the High Table then they were surely after her too."
Their brothers would just have to ride with one of the twins and they should take any other candidates they find as well. Being on the ground wasn't safe. --------- Tiaeth bellowed as dragons got in his way. The placid bronze even offering an occasional snap or two as he fought to get as close as he could in the confusion. He powered his way down and crouched outside. His eyes whirled red. ‘Get out here Vosinmine!’
Vos tuned everything out except her purpose; getting her siblings to safety. She shook her head as Ves wanted to go back. “They can take care of themselves!” They had lived here recently, and they hadn’t. Their parents would be more help than they could be. She was grateful when Keli backed her. At the mention of the weyrmistress she did slow up a bit. Looking around she finally spotted the woman. Unfortunately she was surrounded by others.
“I don’t think we can help right now Ves! There’s no way we can get to her. Get to Kali!” It was hard to hear and she was utterly grateful when they finally reached the entrance; she spotted the familiar bronzes quickly. Vos shoved her twin toward her own dragon, and sent her youngest brother after her. The older brother would ride with her and she pushed him toward her dragon. “Get on Tiaeth!” Siblings safe, she turned back to the entrance of the dining hall in the hopes of someone else she could help. --------- There was the same urgency in Kelilayth as there was in his clutch mate. <"Your brothers and Vosin are more important right now."> He reminded her softly as he could tell she really wanted to go back. He was right, of course, and Vesin pulled Vesresh to where Kelil was anxiously waiting.
A sharp whistle rang above the chaos. "Bronze Riders! To me!" The weyrmistress shouted as she saw them.
"Vos, look at the people around her! We have to help!" After throwing Esre up onto Kelil, she jumped up behind him and swooped over. She noticed the candidate who gave them directions earlier in the day among the mass and when he reached his hand up, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him up with the bronze's help. "We should grab as many as we can!" She shouted to Vos. ---------- Tiaeth had his wings half spread as he crouched low for the young man to mount. His eyes whirled with reds and yellows as he watched His. With the weyrmistress’ call he sent his rider an image of where she was.
Vosin was surprised the woman had managed to get out so soon after them when she heard the voice call to them. Her head looked around in the direction her dragon provided until she saw the woman. There was so many, and not nearly enough dragons! Ves and her couldn’t take the all! Vos snagged a couple smaller candidates and sent them to Tiaeth, ‘don’t let yourself get overburdened!’ She thought to the bronze. He still had her, and her larger brother to lift too.
‘I can take them Mine,’ he responded confidently. ‘Help who you can.’ More dragons were coming in, but he wasn’t going to leave without his rider.
She gritted her teeth and started directing frantic people toward other dragons coming in. One eye was kept on her twin. They had no idea where their Weyrleaders were right now, or even if they were alive. For now they’d have to follow this Benden gold. ---------- Vesin just wanted to save everyone but she knew it wasn’t possible. So many had died already and it wasn't possible for them to take everyone who needed help. Much to her relief, other riders started flying down and taking dragons full of non riders up into the safety of the sky.
With Kel quite loaded up, Vesin watched as her sister took control directing people. Her eyes flicked to the gold rider who looked to be getting forced into her dragon since she, like the twins, was trying to help. Once the gold was off the ground, Ves knew their loyalties needed to be with her for the time being. There was no telling what happened to their wingleader so they had to improvise. "Vosin! The gold is in the air, we have to go!" --------- He bugled urgently, ‘Vosinmine come now!’
If she hadn’t heard Ves, which she did, she certainly heard Tiaeth. She didn’t want to leave the people, but had no choice. Vos hoped they’d be safe. “My dragon is loaded and I must get him out of the way.” With that she left those still waiting and mounted the bronze on the run. She threw her hand up in the signal to take off and urged Tiaeth up into the air. Once airborne she double checked that Vesin was up as well.
‘I have the coordinate from the gold. Here we go!’ Vos tightened her grip as the bronze followed the gold between. ---------- Vesin was glad to see her twin finally up in the air and was back in the air moments after Vosin was. Kelilayth's strong wing beats quickly closed the gap and positioned them just to the right and behind her sister. Once they had both gotten the coordinates, she suddenly started worrying about her bothers and the other candidates they had with them.
Tightening her grasp on Esre, she said softly, "Don't be afraid, just relax." She took a deep breath herself and relaxed and focused. 'Ready!' She sent to their two dragons before following her sister and the gold between.
Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 12:29 pm
Sorry we didn't make this clear before, but in the 3rd Interval/start of the 4th Pass the tradition of squiring hadn't begun yet. Candidacy was very much as you see in most Pern RPs; mass lessons, learning about dragons, basic fitness training, and chores! If you've included squiring on an entry don't worry, it won't count against you as we failed to mention it, but you will need to remove it during the approval process.
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[ Look at my Fancy Knots ]
Rider Name: Vesin Age: 24 turns Gender: Female Rank: Wingsecond at Igen Weyr Personality and history bullet points: -Adventurous: Like her twin, Vesin likes to explore and see new things. She has a small curiosity about the world around her and how things work. -Ambitious/Determined: She will always desire more for herself and her sister. But she's not unreasonable. She sets feasible goals and works to achieve them. -Protective/Reliable: Vosin means the world to Vesin. She knows her sister tends to be a little spontaneous though not on purpose. With her sister driven by her emotions, Ves is always there to make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble, but will always be right beside her if she does. She'll always be there to lend a hand to Vosin or anybody else in need. -Calculating: Being more strategic of mind, Ves will likely calculate every possible outcome to a situation before making her decision. This tends to make her slow to decide and not good at snap decisions but has helped the twins out of some crappy situations. -Romantically Naive: She doesn't seem to want or think she will ever want a romantic relationship. She's completely naive when it comes to them in the first place. Flirting would seem as if the other was just being nice. She wouldn't notice or want someone's advances.
History:
- Weyrbrat born at Benden Weyr to brownrider father and greenrider mother. Their mother was searched for a gold egg, but ended up impressing a green instead. - Their first brother was born when they were 5 Turns, and their second brother was born when they were 13 Turns. - The twins took it into their heads that they wanted to see the world when they were 15. To accomplish this they stowed away on a trader caravan. They were promptly returned upon being discovered. They had to endure extra chores for months and even after their punishment ended the threat of not being allowed to stand the next clutch always loomed if they dare to put another toe out of line. - Both she and her twin Impressed to a bronze at the age of 17. There was a lot of outrage initially that two girls got two bronzes in the same clutch. - A Turn later, after the weyrlings are well grown and they pass their ‘between’ tests, the twins are transferred to Igen Weyr. They wanted better opportunities than Benden offered. - The twins dedicated themselves to being the best bronzeriders they could be. They were awarded the rank of wingseconds to Wing 7 at age 22. It was decided to pair them together in the same wing as they worked so well together. - Shortly before the Weyrleaders were to convene, the wingsecond of Wing 3 retired and recommended the twins for his rank.
Dragon name: Kelilayth Colour: Bronze Personality bullet points: -Carefree/whimsical: Kelilayth has no worries he is sure everything will work out in due time. He always has a cheery outlook on things and may not seem completely serious in his off time. -Sharp-whitted: He's good at thinking on his feet and will often choose the first choice that seems the best rather than trying to figure out the absolute best. -Candid: A downside to Keli being carefree is he isn't always mindful of the things he says. He often has a "matter of fact" tone and will always tell the truth if asked. He says what's on his mind and doesn't always understand why some would be mad at him. -Accepting: Kelilayth is accepting of everyone and will welcome anyone's presence. He doesn't mind the attention that may bring either! He gets along well with his rider's twin and her dragon and will always speak highly of them. -Serious: Below his carefree and whimsical demeanor, Kelilayth knows there are times to sober up and get things done. Sometimes this needs a little prodding from Vesin but he can be very perceptive at times and be able to 'flip the switch' and become serious and get down to business when necessary.
Prompts: (Prompt above, Magna posted it)
Are you a newbie who was referred to this contest? If so who referred you?: Newbie yes, somewhat referred by Magna
Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 2:10 am
[ Golden Wings ]
Rider Name: Nersha Age: 36 Gender: Female Personality and history bullet points:
- People pleaser – Nersha craves approval of other people and really wants to be liked. At times this can lead to her being untrue to herself, under the assumption that the other person will like or respect her more if she acts differently. - Pliable – It can be relatively easy to sway Nersha if you know what makes her tick. There is a certain amount of doubt in the woman that can be exploited, though this has reduced over the turns. Nersha has the best intentions and as such can be manipulated if made to believe the new option would better achieve her goals. - Determined – Once her path has been set however, swaying becomes very difficult. Nersha becomes very determined to see her plans succeed and can sometimes have trouble with abandoning an idea that isn’t working. Maybe if we give it just a bit longer then it’ll work. - Does not handle failure well – Nersha will examine her failures with a fine tooth comb to try and find out what she did wrong, often letting her mind linger on them for far longer than is necessary or even useful. Failure tends to make her sad more than anything else. - Loyal – Dedicated to the happiness (as she sees it) of those she cares about. After becoming Weyrmistress this came to include whole Weyr. Has a very strong sense of being duty bound to providing for, protecting and supporting everyone. Struggles to make everyone happy all the time. - Self- sacrificing – So eager to please Nersha will sometimes choose options that will make herself unhappy believing it is what others want. This is more present in her personal life as it is often with friends she makes these choices. Of course she can do that really time consuming task for you. It’s no trouble at all, you go have fun. - Overly concerned with appearances/ other’s opinions about her – Needs to preen before being seen by people and can easily be made to feel lacking by a passing comment that she allows her mind to overthink when it was probably meant to mean nothing.
- Weyrborn - Rider father, journeywoman healer mother. - Raised in crèche – had trouble accepting parents not wanting to be involved in her life. Even though this was normal, saw it as a failing on her part for not living up to their expectations. - Apprentices into healing to try and gain mother’s approval - At age of 17 gold egg appears on sands. Chooses to stand mainly to gain approval. Weyrwoman was the highest rank she could achieve, they would have to accept her. - Impresses to Sereth – Weyrlinghood and first turns experience no trouble - Father now seems to acknowledge her, but more to other people than actually trying to form a bond. - Mother is supportive to a degree, but soon leaves in an attempt to gain a Mastery - Spends 9 turns as junior goldrider, assisting with the duties of Meyrmaster/mistress before her. Duties split between juniors one of Nersha's was to be sure to make sure the infirmary was constantly maintained, working closely with the Weyrhealer to make sure they had everything they needed. - Becomes Senior Weyrwoman at 26 through death of previous and Sereth rising first. - Sereth thrilled, Nersha not so much - Without someone to guide her not sure what decision is the best to make. Used to following the orders of Senior, not giving them. Tries her best, but doubted many of her own choices and could often become flustered by the varying opinions of those around her. Sereth is little help as the dragon generally assumes that it doesn't matter whether Nersha is right or wrong she is Weyrmistress they must listen either way. - Bronzerider, N'kai from first wing, steps in to aid struggling woman. Assists as best he can with leadership and such, Seems genuinely intent on doing what is best for the Weyr. - When Sereth next rises Nersha manages to convince her to choose N'kai's bronze so that he would become Weyrleader. - Over the next turns the pair actually manage well. Threadfall should be approaching and so they focus on readying the wings for its return. Nersha gains confidence in her own decisions and comfort in her own role and within a few turns can run things without constantly needing support. - Over the turns Nersha soon comes to care deeply for N'kai. This is the first time that Nersha has come to care this way for a man as previously she has been more inclined towards women. The Bronzerider, some twenty years her senior, however does not see her this way. N'kai lets her down gently and the two remain friends, though Nersha's feelings did not fade over time. - When thread fails to appear. The Holders grow restless. After lengthy discussions with Weyrleader and Wingleaders Nersha decides to call a meeting. If they can just talk it over, they can come to a rational agreement. It’ll be fine. N'kai is sceptical, but Nersha is confident in the goodness of people. - Then they attack, Nersha tries to gather people to flee and sustains a large slice to her side. Tries to keep going despite protests from riders and demands from Sereth to get out. It is her duty to protect her people! She needs to be here. But she was the target and injured. Nersha isn’t sure exactly how she ended up unconscious. The rather large bruise on the side of her head though suggests that someone may have decided to take the option of leaving out of her hands. Dragon name: Sereth Colour: Gold Personality bullet points: - Dramatic – Sereth only feels one emotion at a time and does she feel it. Sereth is not angry, she is furious. She is not sad, she is distraught. No emotion is ever left unexpressed. - Spoilt – Very used to getting what she wants, when she wants it. - Queen Bee – Nothing made Sereth happier than the day she became senior. Finally, it was all hers. Loves being in charge simply for the sake of being in charge. Everyone should listen to her. - Prideful – Sereth took great enjoyment in being the biggest dragon in the Weyr. Adjusting to not being top dog anymore will be a bitter pill to swallow. The evil glee that will emerge should she ever find out about Sofianism would be something to worry about. Is it better to be a Queen or an idol? - Live and Let Live – What people actually do, doesn’t really interest Sereth if it doesn’t affect her. As long as she is in charge and you aren’t causing her trouble then you can do whatever you want. - Envious – Sereth doesn’t take competition well. Even having requested in the past that her own daughters be transferred to other Weyrs should they have a particularly large clutch or have had just one too many bronzes following them their past flight. - Attention seeking – Needs to be center of attention most, if not all, of the time. Nersha got into the habit of having important meetings happen when the dragon was asleep, to save herself being interrupted by a needy Sereth. Ignoring her is not advisable, it just makes her louder. - Headstrong – Screw you guys I do what I want. Even if sometimes that’s just being wilfully contrary. Okay so maybe it wasn’t what Sereth wanted to do, but it’s the thing you didn’t want her to do.
Prompts:
1. Who did you leave behind? Show us a time Sereth and her rider were happiest - or saddest.
I’m so very proud of you.
Just one, Love.
Sereth looked simply stunning on the hatching grounds. Lying in the sand, her forepaws crossed, she surveyed her brood with deep satisfaction. It was her maiden clutch and naturally it had gone wonderfully. Her clutch was large, not the largest, true, but quality over quantity. The final egg had hatched, a handsome and lean blue, joining his brothers and sisters on the sands and running towards the young boys gathered and waiting for his arrival. One of them would be lucky enough for his rainbow gaze to fall on them and they would leave these stands together. A newly bonded pair.
The dragon could not be prouder of her young as they went forward, some ran, some stumbled, but they all made their way over. One by one rooting out a boy that suited them best. In the stands sat a young twenty year old, grinning broadly as the young boys awaited a dragon to choose them. They weren’t all young though, some were as old as her after all, but they all wanted the same thing. To leave with a dragon of their own. To be chosen above all the others by one of the creatures born to protect Pern.
One by one, green, blue, brown and bronze all sought out a lad. Nersha listened to the cheers for the newly impressed, but also felt the nerves of those left behind. She had not experienced it herself, being only permitted to stand for Sereth’s clutch, and yet the looks on some of their faces said it all. Although she felt for them, it could not in any way dampen her pride in Sereth’s accomplishment.
It went so fast, soon only one dragon left on the sands. The pale green was a dainty thing, all wing and neck. She nosed her way through the boys, turned, went through them again. By now everyone’s eyes were on her. Which of them would get the last hatchling? Sereth did not mind much either way, as long as her daughter was happy and had her chosen she could choose whichever one she liked.
Whispers began to ripple through the crowd though as the green pulled out and away from the group. Backing away the hatchling swung her head from side to side. Clearly distressed she looked up at crowded stands, letting out a sad whine.
Sereth…? Her hand going to her mouth, Nersha’s eyes nervously darted from the tiny green to her beloved dragon. Sereth rumbled, lifting her front so she could stretch her neck out towards the youngster. She cooed and hummed to the little creature as the whine turned to a cry. Sereth nuzzled the green only to have the small female jump away from her with another cry. The green whined and backed away, swinging her head around with increasing speed.
Nersha could feel Sereth’s panic rising as the gold made demands. Her requests were flung out towards anyone who could hear her. She needed more candidates! Nobody here was good enough. Everyone must come now! Leaning down the gold nudged the green towards the stands. There were more up there. Try there. Please. Surely there must be one up there. The green looked up over the stands, her eyes scanning the crowd, but she made no move to climb the steps to get to them. Her whine rose to a wail, sending chills down Nersha’s spine. She watched the little dragon fling herself to the side and vanish. A heartbeat passed and the cavern was engulfed in silence until it was shattered by Sereth’s screeching keen.
Nersha was on her feet in seconds, flying down the steps to the sands as her dragon cried out. Her chest ached and her eyes burned, but she knew this sadness was not only hers. Sereth’s mind was in turmoil. Her heart was breaking. Even after the other dragons had ceased their keen she let out ragged cries.
Sereth wailed and screamed in her mind, her anguished cries tearing at her rider’s heart as she reached the sands, running toward the gold. The dragon lowered her head enough for Nersha to fling her arms around her, holding her as close as she could. It wasn’t your fault, love, there was nothing you could have done. The dragon trembled in her grasp, a deep groan rumbling up from her chest. It shouldn’t have happened. Her daughter should have impressed. It was their fault! Breaking out of Nersha’s grasp she roared at the remaining candidates that stood in a state of shock. The dragon screamed, her rage washing through the cavern. Sereth lashed her tail and roared again, too full of her own rage to pay any heed to the calls of her superiors or her rider to calm down. Nothing could appease the grieving mother. Candidates backed away, some outright fled. The cavern emptied rapidly and the gold was left with just her rider. Left to rage herself into exhaustion.
It was candlemarks later that the gold lay in the sand, her head in her rider’s lap. Lying amongst the shattered eggs of her young. Nersha stroked Sereth’s face with loving caresses, feeling the dragon’s heartbreak and crying for her the tears that would not come for a dragon.
<…They weren’t good enough, Nersha. How could I ever ask her to choose someone less than perfect?
I failed her… >
2. So you just woke up and discovered that you’ve gone five hundred turns into the future due to really shaffing up your co-ordinates. Probably. Maybe. You’re no longer politically relevant, and everyone you love died centuries ago. How are you dealing with this? How do you feel? Is it a relief? A chance to build something new? Or will you never bounce back?
Sereth was livid. Absolutely seething, that was the first thing that Nersha realised. As she groggily pushed through the thick layers of sleep she could feel her bondmate lashing her tail and radiating her anger. Pushing herself up to seek out the dragon the woman gasped as she fell back onto the bed, arm clutching her left side. Confusion lingered before her mind gave up the memory, the sword, aiming for her chest, missing and clawing down her side as its bearer was tackled by a rider come to her defence. Where was she? Lying back down she looked around, clearly it was an infirmary, but it wasn’t Benden’s. Her time as a healer meant she knew that infirmary inside and out and this was definitely not it. How had they gotten here? What had-
What is it? Sereth, what happened? Where are we?
Sereth, love, what are you talking about? We can just go back to Benden, I’m sure the other Weyrs have helped them deal with what happened.
Nersha froze, her mind stalled and her blood ran cold. Sereth continued to rant and fume, but her voice faded away as Nersha tried to grasp what was happening. The sixth pass? Thread had returned, left and now returned again in the time she had been gone. Who knew how long that had even been? The Holders had been so convinced it was never going to return. Everything she knew… was gone. Everyone she knew. Perhaps, maybe others had made it too?
N’kai. Sereth, what about N’kai? Did he come forward with us?
Sereth’s tyrade paused. The dragon grew quiet and for a moment her rage subsided as it occurred to her just how much her answer was going to hurt her rider. Yet her silence gave her away before her words could. Nersha’s breath shuddered out of her. Did that mean…? Had he tried to? Was he lost between or had he stayed and fought? She knew it’d be the latter, N’kai would never have left the Weyr while people were still threatened. Yet she couldn’t find it in her heart to be proud of him for it, she would rather have him a coward and here than a hero and dead.
Nersha sighed and tried to gather herself. Now wasn’t the time. She needed to find out what had happened. If and who had come forward with her, what their status was and what the Weyrmistress of this future Weyr expected of them. Trying to go back would be a dangerous task, who knew if they’d manage it? The records… She’d poured over those records in her own Weyr. If there was any mention of Sereth and herself after that day then they would know it worked. If not, well…
Sereth, would you be so kind as to call the Weyrmistress so I may speak with her? It would be best we get this sorted soon.
A smile played on Nersha’s face as she managed to find some measure of comfort in Sereth’s outraged ranting. It was one way to get information and she was alright. Outraged and throwing a tantrum, her beautiful Sereth was alive and if nothing else, she would always press on with her there.
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Rider Name: Lyra Age: 35 Gender: Female Personality and history bullet points:
-Confident – Lyra has grace, poise, and dignity – she owns herself, is comfortable in her own skin.
-Sassy – she’s bold, no doubts about that. She speaks her mind freely and exercises some tact with those that are scared of their own shadow.
-Dutiful- She was going to get married to a man she couldn’t stand because of duty to her father, and hope that they might end up tolerating each other. Becoming a gold rider was a rather pleasant alternative.
- Live for the moment attitude. Lyra lives in the here and now, mistakes in the past should be learned from and then she should move on and not dwell over them.
-Frustration – When things don’t go right, such as royal messing up her coordinates, just how? Irritation steadily build up, till she disappears to take out her frustration somewhere private. Likely to scream and rant in her beautiful girls neck.
-A tad elitist- She is better than you, unless you are one of her fellow queen riders. Those that are fellow dragon riders are closer. Wher handlers are tolerable, they at least understand somewhat what it is like to have another being in your head. Peasants and drudges are meant to serve. But would it really kill the guards to learn how to read and write?
In all, Lyra is a bit of a queen bee, dutiful to her people in making sure things get done up to standards and she makes an effort to work with whoever wins Sereth’s flight, despite personal misgivings. She is also rather sure on her own importance, beauty, and all general given right to be in charge.
History - Second daughter to a Master Silver Smith, she was meant to marry like, her husband to be was going to be taking over his father’s medical practice. Raised to be a lady of a household. -Attended the hatching at 19 to support her younger brother. Impressed Sereth and never looked back. -Takes to weyrling hood well enough. She’s bright, focused, and determined to do her best. -Sereth rises for the first time. They both have a good time. -Cluthing happens and the first time is exciting and brilliant and aww, look at all the darling hatchings. - back to work. - Sereth rises a second time and becomes senior queen. - Lyra is over joyed, Sereth less so. - Lyra flirts from relation to relation, never staying all that long in one. Sereth outside of flights wants nothing to do with relationships outside of her rider. -Thread does not appear when it should. Shards and shells, what is going on? Lyra turns serious and Sereth turns studious. - They call a meeting - - Crackskull - attack, how had they not prepared for this? Why didn't' she consider this? Keep a level head and get everyone out now. -... So, we are in the future. Okay, we can deal. We will deal. We will find a place where we belong!
Dragon name: Sereth Colour: Gold Personality bullet points:[/] -Outside of flights, Sereth is a flustered and timid thing -Intelligent- Sereth sees a big picture and can narrow on small problems – her memory is better than most yet she still forgets and it irks her that her memory has gaps. -She is a one women dragon, her rider gets to touch her, she’ll tolerate healers, and everyone else can buzz off. - Flexible- things aren’t always going to go her way, she can work with it. -Slothful- Outside of flights, Sereth rather flop in a patch of sun and get oiled and relax. Tell her how beautiful she is? Please.
Prompts:
2. So you just woke up and discovered that you’ve gone five hundred turns into the future due to really shaffing up your co-ordinates. Probably. Maybe. You’re no longer politically relevant, and everyone you love died centuries ago. How are you dealing with this? How do you feel? Is it a relief? A chance to build something new? Or will you never bounce back?
Lyra lounged in the cradle of Sera’s neck and forearms, arms draped back and neck tipped up in thought. “Well, I’m trying to figure out if we are the most clutzy pair ever to grace Pern or the luckiest love.” She started to idly scratch Sereth skin, relaxing into the skin contact.
Sereth replied, thoughtful.
“Who says we aren’t needed?” Lyra sat up, twisting to look at her gal. “We are always going to be needed Sera, we’re gold and tiny or not, from the past or not, it doesn’t stop us from being important. Even now.”
Sereth rumbled, thoughtful.
“No, but it doesn’t mean we can’t make it our time. We can fit in here well, I think.” Past, future, they could adjust. She knew they could adjust. They could manage well and make a place. “You got to believe darling. You are worthy just as much as any of their hefty gigantic queens.” Lyra tossed her head, locks flouncing. “Besides… if it doesn’t work here. We can try other weyrs. We’ll find a place we belong.” She was sure they would.
“No! No perhaps, we will rise to the top. We will be brilliant, we will do what we are meant to do. Now, be confident with me. Sing it darling.”
“That is right.” Lyra pressed against Sereth’s hide, breathing the scent of her partner. “We will crush it.”
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