That was a bit more like it! "How about now?" he asked, grinning down at the floored bronze rider.
Blood surging with satisfaction at having proved that yes, he was at least somewhat competent, Carltis backed off to give Z'fer room and time to rise. While he waited he took a moment to glance over at Rochelle; he hoped she was suitably impressed! There was no time for more than a glance though; turning his attention back to the bronze rider Carltis moved forward slowly.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 2:22 pm
Z'fer really was doing quite well as Hekate watched with bright eyes as he sent her old opponent flying out of the ring the man stumbling at the edge of the circle before flailing and falling right on his butt outside the ring. Apparently however Z'fer was doing too well as the man growing cocky even turned and waved at her grinning like a bronze who'd just caught a gold. Returning his wave she watched as he turned back to his opponent trying to sidestep into the man's blindside. . .only to be caught by the charge right square in the gut. Wincing as Z'fer toppled over Hekate shook her head hoping the hit hadn't cracked one of the poor man's ribs.
He should have paid better attention to his opponent. Devith chuckled in Hekate's mind amused by Z'fer's opponent's rather swift reprisal. Then again I suppose I can't blame him for being so taken with the sight of you Mine as to become a touch distracted. He crooned up at her feeling secure in his knowledge that she was His and nothing would change that.
"I can agree with that, but I think it was underestimation of his opponent that got him, not me distracting him." Hekate teased tapping Devith playfully on the tip of his nose as her silver let out an amused snort.
Ouch. That was about the best description Z'fer could think of at the moment. He wasn't old, far from it in fact, but the combined blows were wearing on the still healing bronzerider. More than anything though his pride hurt at being taken down so easily in front of Faranth knows how many people. How would it reflect on Malvren when their Wingleaders could be taken down by mere brats?
He growled as he rolled onto his knees, pushing himself to his feet. Anger and humiliation made him take one final wild lunge at the approaching young man.
((1+2=3))
Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 3:30 pm
[Siata]
Had her roleplayer not blinked out from life for forever, Siata probably would have said something at least somewhat amusing. As it were, she did her very very best not to become the most concussed person at the Gather. Z'fer had a mean hit to him - solid muscle against solid muscle meant for a rough fall and a head bonking on the ground.
Ow.
She'd wander to the healers tent sometime later in the night. In the meantime, she got herself out to the side and away from the ring to allow the men to fight their battles. The wherhandler rubbed the back of her head, snagged her shirt and discarded hat to pull the both of them on and watch the festivities.
... Annnnd that is what you get for preening at a pretty girl while fighting. "Shards, are both these boys just in it for the women?" She asked to absolutely no one and anyone around her. Because look at that, even Carltis cast a look back to someone in the crowd. A short, very female person with a familiar face in that crowd. Oh boys. They were going to kick the crap out of themselves if they didn't pay attention. (Not like she paid attention when wrestling, anyway.)
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[Rochelle]
Suitably impressed indeed! She didn't really understand the rules of wrestling save for 'knock one another around' but seeing someone other than her friend go down seemed to be a victory, however minor. She grinned at his quick glance, hand going up for a very tiny wriggle of her fingers.
Once he turned back, she scanned the crowds before there could be too much more action in the ring, spotting Carltis' first opponent. She sidled up to Hekate, though not too ridiculously close as to be, you know, all up in the space or horribly near the dragon at all. She had some sort of sense of propriety (probably).
"Go get him, Carltis!" She cheered, clapping for a minute before darting a glance at Hekate. "Hey, good fight earlier." Her voice was loud enough to be heard if the crowd weren't cheering, yet not so loud that Hekate not hearing would be implausible. And it even sounded genuine (mostly likely because it was).
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 3:52 pm
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"Everything really," Kleos replied honestly, "but some clothes and something to make my sleeping space more comfortable seem like a good place to begin." She, like just about everyone else, was bunking with several others and currently sleeping on a thin pallet. Trine was hot so it wasn't temperature that was the problem, but the covering on the thin mattress was rough and itchy.
As these thoughts wandered through her mind her eyes caught on the eclectic stall of a couple of traders. To be specific they caught on the feline pelt they were displaying. Such a thing would be a complete, inexcusable extravagance... but it was very lovely. Turning back to Cai she gestured to the stall. "Would you accompany me to inspect their wares? It looks as if they have some good boots on sale, something else I'm in need of." She had her riding boots but they were very hot to wear in Trine's weather outside of drills.
Approaching the stall Kleos eyed the boots on offer, but her gaze kept flicking to the beautiful feline pelt. "Good day sirs," she offered a small bow to the traders, "Might I enquire after the price of your soft boots?" She turned to indicate the boots... and her eyes went back to the feline pelt again.
Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 4:15 pm
Watching as the two men continued to fight, well more like the tired Z'fer continued to be wailed on by his opponent Hekate shook her head. It was clear the man's injuries were catching up with him, but it seem pride demanded he continue to make a fool out of himself. Her attention however was drawn away by a voice from her right.
While Hekate just took notice of Rochelle, Devith had long sense spotted her approach and thrummed a bit of approval for her wariness of him. It was smart of her to respect him and His's space and with whirling blue and green eyes hinting a touch by the yellow of wariness he regarded this new woman.
"Thank you. I figured it'd be a bit of fun. I'm much better when I'm allowed to use my fists." Hekate joked turning to give the woman a nod and a grin of greeting. "The big man with the eyepatch yours?" She questioned jerking a thumb towards the ring even as she rested a light hand on Devith's neck sensing the silver's approval at the compliment to his rider.
I like this one. She has manners or common sense. . .either is to be approved of. Devith rumbled in his rider's mind spreading his wings slightly to preen only making Hekate grin wider at her dragon's antics.
"I'm Hekate by the way. This is my lifemate Devith and the tall one currently in the dirt in the ring is my friend Z'fer." Hekate added holding out a hand in greeting to the other girl.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 4:38 pm
[Rochelle]
Dragons being genetically unable to hurt humans didn't mean they couldn't pull some nasty little tricks. Rochelle fostered a healthy respect for creatures bigger than herself - an smaller, firelizards had a tendency to not like her overmuch. Even tiny claws hurt like no ones business.
She smiled wide at Hekate at the acknowledgement, taking the moment to squint out at Carltis. "Carltis and his abs belong to the world, I just take them out sometimes to socialize with the rest of society." She snorted in amusement at her own statement, smile turned wry and eyes right back to Hekate. "I believe it. Smaller hands means sharper knuckles and those can cut through skin when on bone like madness.At least you didn't have to wrestle against your friend!"
The silver himself received a bit of a cheeky salute and a head dip. the saluting hand dropped to give Hekate's outstretched hand a firm shake, smile lighting up on her face once more.
"Fabulous to meet you, Devith, Hekate. It looks like your friend - Z'fer? Is getting right back up, though, gotta hand it to him. I'm Rochelle. No lifemate yet but that's why we harass the Sands, right? Quietly. Without disturbing the eggs. I don't care what people say, I think brooding mothers could do something not fabulous to people if the kids are in danger. How old is he? He's very handsome," She paused. "Do I say he? Or address him directly? I know he won't talk back at me, what's the proper way to talking at dragons?"
Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 4:40 pm
[Carltis]
Woah; somebody was angry! Carltis was unused to finding himself the calmer party in any given situation, and so when he dived out of the way of the charge and gave Z'fer a shove on his way past he did so with a faintly puzzled expression rather than a victorious smirk.
As the wingleader went out of the ring Carltis backed up a few paces, keeping his eyes fixed on the bigger man for now; letting his guard down in front of somebody who could potentially have as bad a temper as he usually did seemed like a poor idea. He did want to enjoy the rest of the gather, and he couldn't exactly do that if Z'fer took this badly and caught him off guard with a more serious attack.
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"Win is Two's!" the smith boomed, thumping his crutch in the sand for emphasis and in not so subtle warning to Z'fer. "Win is Two's, match done, well fought all wrestlers!"
In a less stentorian voice he added to Carltis, "O'er 'ere, lad."
Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 5:02 pm
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Only on the smith's booming announcement did he start to grin and relax a notch; three marks! He'd spotted a stall with instruments either, but he hadn't paid too much attention because with only two marks to his name he wouldn't have been able to buy something of the quality his old harp had been. Now though... he should probably spend on useful, sensible stuff like clothes.
Shaff that s**t.
Keeping one eye on Z'fer, Carltis headed over to the smith as directed. "Well, I thought that went pretty well," he said, casual tones belied by his enormous grin.
Z'fer knelt on all fours, his breath coming heavily as every inch of his body began to ache. He'd lost. He'd lost to a snot-nosed punk who couldn't even see out of one eye. His braid hung limp before him and his bare back glistened beneath it's coating of sand. "You got lucky kid. Had I fought you first I would have ground you into the sand before you could blink." He didn't look at Carltis as he spoke. He kept his back turned and pressed himself up to his knees. "Your girlfriend gave me a better fight than you did. I might still treat her to that beer out of respect." His mouth curled into a sneer and he slowly levered himself to his feet, leaning slightly on his uninjured leg.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 5:11 pm
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Looking back over his shoulder Carltis kept grinning. "Bit of a sore loser for a mature and noble wingleader, aren't you?" he quipped. "And if you were trying to insult me by calling Siata my girlfriend you failed even more miserably than you just did in our fight. If you actually respect her, try not bringing her into your petty attempts to make yourself feel better about losing."
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Hekate's grin only widened at the other girl's comment drawing a chuckle from the young rider as she shook her head. "Well from that wave and smile of his it seems he's under the impression he belongs to you." She joked lightly, but let the subject drop so as to not embarrass the other girl. "I used to fist fight a lot when I was younger to keep up with the boys. Personally I think my friends gladder then I am to not have wrestled me. Not much glory in tossing a slight little thing like myself out of the ring." Hekate joked feeling her still smarting pride ease a little at Rochelle's words and more amused at her salute and head dip to Devith. The silver himself seemed to greatly approve of the respect he felt he very much deserved and practically glowed under the attention.
Rochelles confusion at how to address Devith drew a knowing smile from Hekate who hadn't exactly been the most well educated weryling in the ways of dragons when she'd first impressed Devith. "I don't blame you I saw what a dragon's claws could do to a wher during the fighting and I certainly don't want to see what they could do to a human. Are you a candidate from Trine or one of the other Weyrs? As to Devith he's a couple of months old now. He was from Trine's latest clutch." Hekate explained and grinned as Devith practically beamed at Rochelle.
I speak to those whom I deem worth talking to. A rather deep dark rumbling voice echoed through Rochelle's mind as the growing silver looked up at her with amused whirling eyes. Sensing her dragon's ploy Hekate shook her head in amusement.
"Most dragons I've found choose to address people through their rider. Devith though occasionally deems to speak more directly to people so you're addressing him just fine. If the rider isn't around though usually just addressing the dragon directly works ok though you can't always expect a reply. So long as you're polite though you're generally ok. Silvers, bronzes and golds are usually the pickiest about being respected." Hekate added stroking Devith's eyeridges lovingly before glancing up to Rochelle.
"He usually has a bit of a thing against candidates after that last one was stupid enough to insult him." She continued wincing at the memory. "Girl was lucky he was still so small at the time. He seems to like you however. Truth be told he likes almost anyone who compliments him." Hekate joked though her grin faded as she caught Z'fer's words half turning to wince spotting the man still down in the sands trying to get to his feet with a look on his face that just shouted 'pissed.'
Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 5:36 pm
[Siata]
Luckily for Z'fer, Siata stood outside of hearing range. That, and her head hurt. Otherwise she'd have shouted back 'I'm not his girlfriend but I'll happily take yours!' but, unfortunately, that hilarity would have to wait for later.
She needed a drink. And probably a healer.
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[Rochelle]
"You think?" She eyed up a withdrawing Carltis curiously, head cocked to the side. Casual flirting aside (she did that with everyone) Carltis 'belonging' to her didn't really cross her mind. Whenever she thought of someone belonging to another person, the image of them with a canine collar popped into mind. Not even the adult-rated collar sort, the honest-to-goodness canine ones. Carltis, she suspected, would look good in leather but a collar may push it. "A Weyrbrat, then? The boys in the creche like to think they can leave us in the dust. Kudos to you, new friend, kudos."
She liked this girl, competing friends or not. A scrapper! A dragonrider! Not built like a huge muscular beefcake, but a regular girl! Things were good. That smile faltered again with that revolution discussion, and she shrugged. "I came from Malvren after all the fighting. And-- SHARDS AND SHELLS." The yelp came quick and uncharacteristically, her small hands clapping over her mouth. Few dragons ever bespoke her previously and usually with some sort of warning. While not bad persay, having a male in her head was certainly not something she expected. So she stared at the silver, blinking rapidly over her hands.
"You have a very nice voice," the glasscrafter said, a bit muffled behind her fingers before she let them drop. Oh, there was still blinking, but at least she didn't start yelling random swears again. "Right, polite. That works. Sorry - only two dragons bespoke me before, they were both greens, I've never had a guy in my head. And - yeesh, why insult a dragon, especially if you're a Candidate? That's just dumb. She's lucky a Candidatemaster or weyrlingmaster wasn't standing around to hear and..."
Rochelles attention was dragged back with Z'fers words and the almost-banter between the two finalists - the loser and now winner. She winced with Hekate. "... Just a sec," Rochelle sighed, and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Oy! Carltis! Stop flirting, it's unseemly! And put your shirt back on, everyone is swooning!"
Southern Traders The man had taken charge from his woman friend, giving her a chance to sit while he manned the sales. "You might." He answered pleasantly, lifting the pair he had on display and moving them closer for her to inspect. "They're two marks miss. We have a few different sizes still packed away if you don't see a pair that fits. The hide is local too, bought these from a tanner down in Aquor Hold."
Unable to stay out of things for long though his partner caught the coveting glances towards the feline pelt. Not too discreetly she stood from her stool and 'casually' adjusted how it lay, smoothing out the fibers where some careless hand had ruffled them.
Cai "Gladly." Cai agreed readily to browsing the stalls, instantly feeling that tighening knot of anxiety in her spine relaxing at the prospect of doing something. Her feet moved briskly, a lightness in her short steps as she walked alongside Kleos towards the traders caravan. Like the older Wingleader the pelt drew her attention, not out of want, but just interest at seeing something so exotic. She wasn't sure if the traders would have anything useful for her...their wares seemed mostly to be knick-nacks and frivolous stuff. Still she listened as Kleos asked about the boots. They were nice but she only had two marks on her and she really did need her other supplies more than a new pair of shoes.
Z'fer The sneer pulled into a snarl as he finally faced Carltis, the young man's words striking truer than Z'fer would let on. His gark eyes glowered. "Yes, a Wingleader and you'd do best to remember that!" He spat. " You'd be smart to remember to respect your leaders you little brat." His braid spun out behind him as he turned on his heel and stalked right into the middle of the crowd, pushing people carelessly out of his way as he limped from the ring.
He didn't bother to look for his shirt, the remnants of his pride insisted that some pretty thing might have claimed it for a souvenir.
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