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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 12:03 pm
Normally placid, the blue first pulled back a little. He was greatly confused about why this green came up and started yelling at him. Red tense started whirling in his eyes; he still very much believed this was his human, thus territorial and upset. Hissing, he reared up and flapped his wings in a show, not concerned with what it might do to Annelie's hair or such.
At first, Raena didn't pay much attention at all; even the people pushing through the crowd didn't particularly interest her. Hearing the sounds of firelizards, for lack of a better term, arguing did get her attention. This was mainly do to the angry images she was just getting. It was more a feeling she couldn't exactly grasp but knew it was there.
Turning to look to see what the matter was, she was horrified to see Spearkeek not only sitting on someone else but fighting with another fire lizard. For all she knew that poor girl was the human the green looked to. It seemed unlikely for how she was behaving. Moving forward to help the confused female, she got around the gaggling crowd in time to see two more people come out with something a bit more intellegent to say.
Sadly, the male gave her more questions then the answer. So this person wasn't the green's human, but the man? Comment on spilling hot soup brought to mind a case one of the other healers delt with, and the joking done after. It had been a case she was glad she couldn't help with, putting numbweed on that was not her idea of fun.
Shaking the incident out of her mind, she moved forward, deliberately staying away from the male. "Spearkeek! Come here you silly thing." Oh, that lizard, wonderful company but a thorn some times. Addressing the group as a whole she said, "I am sorry for the trouble Keek as caused." Now if only she could get the blue to come back to her without bribing.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 12:23 pm
Ruby swirled in Lytah’s eyes and she hissed right back at the blue flit, enraged that he should still be here at all. This was hers, not his. While the other flit reared back, she merely crouched, digging her claws into the soft fabric of the shirt. Lucky that she hadn’t eaten any firestone in a while, otherwise someone’s head would’ve been aflame. Her hissing stopped as Cil’s voice cut through the noise and she looked over at her human with a soft churr. Blue overtook the red quickly, but she didn’t show any indication of giving up Annelie’s shoulder. That would be giving up.
Elae’s bright smile faded by a few molars as Anne showed no indication of even hearing anything. Curious in spite of herself, the female Candidate waved her hand a few times in front of Anne’s eyes. “Hello? Anyone home?” Clearly, she had a bad case of flitdazzle. Or something. She was too dazzled by the lovely flits to even speak, the poor girl! But here was someone who was talking, apparently the owner of the blue firelizard. Elae’s smile came back, just as bright as before. “Oh hi! I’m Elae, this is Cil, and that’s Lytah. Don’t mind her. I don’t think she’s had a nap yet. And don’t mind Cil either. He’s a little slow.”
“I am not a little slow,” Cil said with a sniff, although he certainly felt slow at the moment. Just what had happened here? One moment he had been standing there and the next two firelizards were fighting for someone who wasn’t even their owner! It hurt him, just a little, that Lytah had never fought over him like that.
“Yes, you are. Otherwise you would have been trying to help out the poor girl instead of trying to protect your naughty bits,” came the whip-quick answer. Elae shoved her friend towards Anne. “Well, go on. Go help her. Lytah’s your flit.”
Cil quickly blushed at the observations. He had indeed been trying to protect himself from more boiling soup, despite the fact that there was no soup here. And he should have been trying to help instead of just standing back and muttering. “Here, Lytah. Come here, girl…” he used that special ‘pet voice’ that so many people have. Basically, it went up an octave and became full of such babytalk as, ‘who’s a pretty girl den? Who’s daddy’s little girl? Yes you is! Yes you is!’. He didn’t say any of that, but it was implied.
Lytah ignored it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 12:48 pm
Annelie... didn't know what to do. She was completely stupefied and the fits that the flits on her shoulders were getting into wasn't helping. She cast a couple sideways glances at each one. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment while the Blue tugged at her already messy hair and as the Green dug its grip into her shoulder.
When she opened her eyes again, the sudden close proximity of Elae's face to hers made her startle and she blinked rapidly, hands still over her mouth as if frozen there. When another girl came up and apologized for the Blue, Annelie against just blinked, and when Elae pushed Cil over to her and tried to deal with the Green, she moved to the side a little and widened her eyes a bit more.
Great... one belonged to HIM. Could this get even MORE EMBARRASSING? Annelie thought to herself. This whole incident was never going to be lived down; soup she could deal with, but frenzy by flits? Oh god.
"Jusgetdemuf," were emitted in a muffle through her hands as she turned her head to each one of the owners. "Now."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 1:00 pm
Keek was not giving up, even after hearing Raena's voice. It did perplex him enough to notice this one was not his Raena, someone else’s maybe but not his. Just like the green, he felt if he left now it would be giving up and he would not lose!
Devising a battle plan, Raena wasn't sure which was the best way to get the stubborn flit to move. Offering food would work, but it might work on the green as well, not only was she not her flit, being mobbed wasn't exactly fun either.
For a moment she looked at the woman introducing herself. Smiling despite the troubles, she answered, "Hello, Elae, I am Reana, the little blue is Spearkeek, Keek for short." The long name was useful, if she said his full name he knew he was in trouble, most of the time.
Annelie's request made it clear she had to do something. Pushing at her sleeves, rolling her shoulders, the young woman was ready for action. Pushing forward and by passing the man, she got to Annelie's side and reached out to grab Keek by his body but being careful about the wings.
For a second the blue whipped his head around like he was actually going to bite her. It took one second, one second to look in her eyes and feel the emotions. Keek wisely looked very sorry and allowed himself to be lifted off the shoulder he had been defending. Crawling up Reana's shoulder like a guilty canine that had been scolded, he got to the shoulder that he belonged on and wrapped his tail around her arm. It looked like he was sorry and would stay put, no telling how long that would last.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 1:13 pm
As soon as the other flit was taken away, Lytah’s eyes went back to a clear blue, as content as a summer’s day. She churred with happiness, her claws unclenching from the poor girl’s clothes. At that point, she immediately began to explore in hopes of finding food. Unfortunately for Anne, this meant that the little firelizard had no plans of leaving her person any time soon, not until she was convinced that she was entirely foodless. For now, Lytah merely explored Anne’s collar and sleeves.
Or at least she tried to. Eventually Cil managed to get a hold of the small firelizard. Lytah let out a confused noise best described as half squeal and half squeak. Red swirled in her eyes once more and she attempted to snap at her owner’s hand, clamping her jaws on his shirtsleeve.
“Lytah!” came Cil’s severe voice. It was a snap.
Lytah responded to that immediately, meekly releasing her hold on the sleeve and then climbing to her owner’s shoulder with an apologetic purr. Like Keek, she looked rather guilty and sad. Also hungry.
Cil and Elae both let out a sigh of relief. No long term damage was done, although it would probably be a while before the poor girl managed to look at a firelizard. “I’m so sorry,” Cil began again, in a much softer voice this time. “She’s normally such a good flit, I honestly didn’t think that she’d attack anyone like that, so please let me make it up to you.” It all came out in a rush, really, each word barely distinguishable from the rest.
“Well, that was fun!” Elae chirped at the same moment. Flashing that bright smile back at Raena, she said, “So, Keek, huh? That’s cute. How did he get that name?”
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 1:29 pm
When the two Flits were finally taken off, Anne let her shoulders fall and sag in relief. Slowly her eyes became their normal size and she lowered her hands from her mouth, dusting off each shoulder and minutely fixing running her hands down her shoddily-cut hair.
She then gave a big sigh asndlooked at Reana and her Blue, then edged away as Elae made to talk to the other. When Anne looked to her other side, she actually startled again when Cil began to apologize. Heart beating at a nervous pace, she just waved her hand, barely understanding all that he had said.
"I-it's fine. Really. ...We-we're even now... this and that um... soup incident." She blushed at memory of that uh, interesting 'accident.' "Really, it's fine."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 1:46 pm
Keek forgot all about what had happened the moment he was laid down, so once again he had no idea what the green was doing. Making a small pleased sound, he was very proud he would never try to bite at his.
That was embarrassing, Reana thought as she watched the little green about to bite her human. Raising the hand that was on her belt pouch, always ready to use her healer training, she stroked her blue to keep him still. She was also hoping not to have another fight start up before flits became banned at the Gather.
Having already said her 'I am sorry' she was ready to move on before more attention was gathered. However, after being asked a direct question, there was no way she could just walk off. Bringing up a smile, she began to answer with an animated tone, "Spearkeek is the medicine the great Lady Moreta used to combat the plague. I received Keek after I started my apprentice training as a healer; it was the first thing that came to mind. I usually just shorten his name to Keek, though." Naming a blue flit after the cure to the great plague was probably a bit much, but no one she knew minded and the little blue surely didn't.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 1:59 pm
Well, this was awkward. Cil very carefully avoided making eye contact with Anne in any way, shape, or form once she brought up the ‘soup incident’. His crotch, however, cringed at the memory. “Um… yeah… could we not mention that incident ever again? The Healers still laugh about it,” he said in tortured tones. “Anyway, it was an accident. You don’t have to apologize for an accident. Whereas I have to apologize because it is my fault that Lytah was badly behaved. She’s normally very good…” he stroked the firelizard’s head, as if to prove how good she was. Lytah purred happily, already forgetting the chaos she had caused. “Umm… by the way, I don’t think I caught your name?”
“You’re a Healer? That’s amazing! I haven’t met very many Healers,” Elae said, completely oblivious to any attention that the group had gathered. Oh, she was vaguely aware that people had been watching the flits, but she doubted they were interested any more. “I was training to become a merchant before I was Searched and Cil here… well, you can guess what he was in another life. And that’s a great name for him. I had no idea that was the name of the medicine…”
Suddenly, she became aware of the attention on her little group, and not just bystanders. Ugh. Creepy men were watching the girls far too closely. Her nose wrinkled. “Come on. Let’s keep moving. Before someone ogles our pants off. Or skirts.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 2:14 pm
She was listening to all parties, so the comment about Healers still laughing about it was heard. Choking back a laugh, she couldn't stop the grin that started to form as she nodded to that statement. They did still laugh about it, for more than one reason. Her ears were still red about the appraisal of Cil's burned area, probably were at the moment but she was pulling away from thinking about it.
Holding her head a little higher, she went from joking to serious. She prided herself greatly in her choice of craft. "I am not surprise; most people do not see Healers unless they are harmed." Its the numbweed, she guessed, while it doesn't bother her now she has seen many a person avoid being anywhere near the stuff especially when its being made.
Being searched must have been an adventure; her life was the farm here in the hold or the weyr itself. "What craft were you to work with?" Not healer, she gathered by not knowing what spearkeek was. "Spearkeek is a small white bulb like herb." She had never seen it herself, or at least never recognized it, but she knew the story because the Master healer found it important to have all new healers know the accomplishments and tragedies that happened before them.
Shivering slightly, she put one hand against her skirt, palm resting on the knife she had. No chances would be taken, never again. "Good idea." While she had wanted to stay and chat with the merchant about herbs he had, inviting a chance for another male to come on to her was reason enough to get out of there.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 2:15 pm
Annelie just nodded, perfectly happy to forget that the event ever happened, much less ever bring it up again. She was sure that she had been the cause of many of the hilarious burn stories shared by the Healers. ... and that 99% of them hadn't actually been "accidents" but just well-played distractions to allow her to get out of situations. Oh her secrets...
She crossed her arms tightly and awkwardly over her middle and watched the little Flit purr and chortle. The creature was cute, but... yeah. Annelie was sure that they were all troublesome.
At Cil's question, she looked at him then looked down at her arms and the ground. For a moment she pondered if she should actually give him her real name, or even a name at all, for what-if it somehow came back to cause trouble and keep her from her soup-spilling devices? That wouldn't be good. So she opened her mouth to give him a fake name instead, but when it came down to it... she blurted out her real one. "Um... A- Annelie."
Damn it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 2:32 pm
“And the Healers never seem to leave their holes,” Elae noted. Maybe it was simply because they were all so busy trying to make other people better, either through active treatment or through studies, but Healers were rarely seen. At least, Elae rarely saw them. Maybe someone like Cil had to see them more regularly… while the other girls were distinctly embarrassed by the man’s injury, Elae found it more hilarious than anything else. A bit sad that it had to happen to someone like Cil and not some of these creepy merchants though…
“Oh, clothes! My mother is a seamstress and a tailor. My dad is a merchant. A perfect match, don’t you think? I wanted to go into my dad’s business, but… well, being a Dragonrider seems like much more fun! And more important too. Are you a Candidate? Me and Cil have been here for a couple of years.” She started to walk, expecting the others to fall in line behind her or at least to keep up.
“Cil and I,” Cil automatically corrected without really thinking about it. Then he returned his attention to Annelie, relieved that she didn’t bring up the soup thing again. Raena’s choking laughter was heard; that much was obvious by the reddening of Cil’s ears and his sudden attention in the floor at their feet.
Suddenly realizing that she wasn’t being followed, Elae sighed and grabbed her friend’s elbow. “Come on, Cil. Let’s walk with the nice ladies now. Annelie then? That’s a pretty name. What do you do in the Weyr? Food preparation, I guess, since you had the chance to slop food all over Cil’s naughty bits.”
“Please, could we not talk about that?” the man asked in those same pained tones. “It was a complete accident on her part and, honestly, I don’t want to think about it.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:14 pm
Nikiana Riordan chuckled. "I haven't really been to many gathers before... So I wouldn't know." He'd been to some at Ista Hold when he was younger, but everything seemed larger when you were smaller. "Well, at least there is a lot of choice. Plenty to look at... though it makes it a bit harder to pick something in the end." Conomor chuckled and nodded. "Exactly the problem. Choice is good, but too much is confusing and I can see myself passing over something perfect just in case I find something better and then coming back to find it gone." Shaking his head, he scanned for another stall displaying jewelry. One caught his eye, but unlike the last stall of its kind it looked too chap rather than too expensive. Shaking his head again, Conomor passed it by and squinted ahead in search of another.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:29 pm
It was true, since she joined with the Healers she hasn't even stepped foot in even the kitchens. She liked her group; the Healers place was always full of laughter and warmth. It was the same in the kitchens a lot but she had her own area where any man who came on to her was given the threat of nasty and unnecessary medicine.
Nodding lightly, she didn't think much of clothing and such, daughter of a farmer what she got was mainly sturdy hand me downs. Without giving it much thought, her fingers brushed against her cloths. They were Weyr stock, not fancy but more than good enough to for her. "It is very important, one of the reasons why I want to train to learn to heal dragons." If she couldn't ride, she wanted to heal them when they hurt. "I have been in the weyr for five turns, mainly working in the kitchens and serving, then it was time for a change of craft. The Master wants me to stand, so you could say I am a Candidate." She didn't much stock in being able to Impress, but people believed in her.
Even with her times in the kitchens, she didn't think she knew Annelie, for sure not by name. With a smile to the girl, she moved forward to get away from the ooglers. It probably always make her uncomfortable to be stared at like that again. To think, once she flirted back and joked around as it being harmless.
Taken out of her bad thoughts, Elea made her chuckled softly with her mood lifted. Cil was very amusing, the poor thing.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:30 pm
khryssie___x The bluerider listened to Seryes' words with interest, his eyes glued to hers as she spoke. The way she worded her explanation of Whers tugged at his heartstrings; M'zaji couldn't imagine what it would be like if things were the opposite~ if dragons were the outcasts, and Whers were revered beyond belief. He began to understand the wistfulness in Seryes' voice, and the longing. M'zaji thought that she simply wanted the Whers to be understood and accepted for what they were. He thought he caught a glimpse of envy and longing in her gaze when he gestured to his knot, signifying his being a rider. M'zaji decided that he wanted to make a nice gesture for Seryes, and he reached out to touch Kaedrelath's mind. Wake up, sleepyhead! The bluerider called out to his blue merrily. The blue roused himself, and without an explanation from his rider, understood what M'zaji wanted of him. The blue was more than happy to oblige! After all, the dragon was more of a social creature than his rider. << Seryes, >> the blue said gently, his voice reminiscent of a lazy stream winding through a thick forest, the waters of the stream refreshing and relaxing. << You're doing something wonderful, taking care of my little cousins, >> was all he said before drifting off to sleep once more. M'zaji simply looked at Seryes, having heard the compliment from his blue, and grinned. "That's just a little taste of what it's like."
Seryes breath caught in her throat, and she made a soft, quavering noise of shock at the voice, soft and relaxed as it drifted in her thoughts. A brief cool balm over old feelings she thought she'd inured herself to, but perhaps hadn't, since she clasped her hands over her mouth, and then had to just as hastily wipe away the sting of tears, though it was not grief, to judge by the quavering smile at the corners of her mouth.
"Oh..." She answered, still quavery, and had to take a few breaths, trying frantically to compose herself. "Oh shards I'm sorry..." She was making a fool out of herself, and there was Sersk to think about, was it wrong to the watchwher to find it so...beautiful? "...Tell him, tell him I said thank you. It means a lot... it does..."
She was still rubbing at her eyes, embarassed at herself. For shards sake she was a grown woman, this was mad. Sersk loved her with as much passion, she was sure, but she still admired it. "I should...I could show you Sersk some time." She offered, and then thought that sounded even more foolish, like she was propositioning the man.
"Well that's..." She stuttered. "I was a candidate once. I just...never impressed." She explained finally. "I keep thinking I'm over it. I guess it's harder than I thought, even though I have Sersk. Some people don't even have that... I'm so sorry. It must be wonderful."--- Duelist of Pokemon "Yep, I was Holdless." Dhiren grinned proudly at the thought of his previous lifestyle, despite how hard it was at times. "My parents earned an honest living while traveling, we weren't like those who attacked the other caravans. It was hard, but it was a lotta fun too." The boy felt like he could go on and on about his adventures, but was forced to stop because of two reasons:
One: It would be rude to chatter aimlessly. Didn't his momma teach him to chew his words before spitting them out?
And Two: ......Ray's Firelizard, at that moment, had flown free. Shocked, Shir raced to help his new friend catch the slipperly, little lizard.
He made a grab at the lizards' tail, only to slip and crash into the stall. Groaning and rubbing the bruise on his shoulder, He stood and perked up at the merchant's words.
Firelizard Egg? Half Mark? While how wrong it seemed to sell the eggs, he just couldn't resist. Jumping up, Dhiren held out the half-mark and pointed to one of the vases where a hint of blue was peeking out through the sands. "That one for me, Sir!"
Ooh was that pretty. Did Rayale have anything red? Was it an EGG? Maybe that was what it was. Clearly these people should stop taking things from Rayale, then he wouldn't have to give them back all the time. After all Rayale had had -his- egg. Therefore...logically...this pretty thing was his too. It made perfect sense.
"Rikk!!" Rayale emerged from the crowd shortly after Dhir, apparently a little nervous of bulling his way through the crowd. He wanted to ask if the other boy was alright, and more about this fascinating idea of being holdless, but he was a bit distracted by the flitt. "I'm sorry, he didn't take anything did he?" he asked, watching the flit and trying to sneak closer without Rikk sailing away again.
What was...firelizard eggs? Oh ...shards.
And he didn't think he was getting Rikk out of here without him taking the thing, if Rikk had even figured out what it was yet, though. Maybe there was a remote chance it would at least keep Rikk busy...he reasoned, wearily.
"Before he steals it..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:59 pm
Riordan nodded. "Yeah, but the good thing about too much is that those asking too much for what they've got end up with it at the end. And they're often a bit more willing to lower their prices then." He thought back to the first stall they'd seen. "You could catch some good deals towards the end when everyone's trying to get rid of what they still have."
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