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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 10:39 pm
Situated atop the beds furs Crimiel sat bent over, elbows on knees and hands running through his hair, watching the occasianl flake of skin float to the stone floor. Perched at the headboard Toad watched, eyes swirling, filling the silence with the soft coos and chirps that habitually escaped his throat.
Raking his hands through his hair once last time Crimiel sighed, straightening up and stretching, spine popping from the prolonged hunched position. So far, so good.
The lice had been spreading like wildfire through the weyrlings, already some strutted with shaved heads, not having bothered to attempt another option to ridding the bugs.
Hefting himself up with a grunt of effort Crimiel swiftly found himself with a brown flit perched atop his shoulder, tangling himself within Crimiels thankfully lice-free hair, and sending him quick flashes of a near-empty lake. Giving Toad a cursory glance Crimiel grabbed a spare pair of trousers and a small jar of lavender oil he had acquired from the Weyr's swamped healer before leaving the quarters. "We're only going so I can rinse quickly, not to humor you." Crimiel added at the little browns excited bugle.
Nodding to the few people he encountered on his trek down to the lake that it'd be considered rude to not greet, Crimiel stripped his shirt - the indignant squawk from Toad causing a few nearby dragons to tilt their giant heads in their direction. Giving Toads eye ridge a scratch in a half-hearted apology he turned his attention back to the water.; A few dragons still floated with spread wings, and a small group of young weyrbrats sat laughing not far off, taking turns to comb through each others hair.
Brows down-turned Crimiel dunked his head quickly, gasping as he came up from the unexpected chill of the water. Uncapping the lavender jar he began the task of running the oil through his hair in an attempt to ward off any lice. Pausing in his task at the heavy silence Crimiel glanced up only to be met with the swirling eyes of Toad a few inches from his face, the speckled snout jerking from Crimiel to the jar held in his hand.
Taking a moment to simply stare at Toad Crimiel rolled his eyes, yanking Toad closer by the browns tail, switching from his task of oiling his hair to instead oiling the flit.
"You'll smell as pretty as a gold." Crimiel teased with a grin, Toad mumbling out a coo.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:04 pm
It was weird, but it was the only way that Rosulus could think to keep his hair free of the white bugs. He only needed to hold his breath for a few more seconds, and then he could pull his golden locks out of the fruity red liquid. The way he figured it, if his hair smelled like the alcoholic beverage he spent his entire life around, the lice would keep themselves away.
But had he chosen a bad time to come to Ista Weyr. Not that he had actually chosen to go, but was sent instead due to the hatching feast that was to be held. Unfortunately, the lice outbreak came to be soon after the feast was over. And so here he was, his head dunked in a barrel of wine, nostrils burning from the alcohol.
With a gasp, Rosulus' head emerged, sucking in the air that held the mild taste of dirt. Pulling his golden now stained with crimson locks back, he tied the curly strands into a ponytail and opened his bright green eyes. Sweet, sweet Craft. But his hair, although it smelled sweet, didn't feel sweet at all. It felt sticky, really sticky, making it extremely uncomfortable. He took his tie out, and immediately stepped into his do away with his apron. He knew of a small lake near the area that could wash the stickiness away.
The walk down was quite lonely. He wasn't too much of a familiar face in Ista, so few people acknowledged his presence. But when he got to the lake, he was quite glad to see not many people were around, since he would more than likely slip into the water off the rocks. Taking off his shoes, and rolling up his britches, he kneeled on a smooth rock and dipped his head in the water. He gave a slight gasp as his head went under, not expecting the chill. His head immediately went up, his chest rising and falling from the shock. He looked around, but it didn't seem like anyone saw. He put his head under again, more slowly this time. And just as he seemed to be getting used to it, his knees faltered, and his body followed his head into the chill water, his voice responding.
He rose, cheeks turned a beet read. Someone must have heard his cry.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:42 pm
Crimiel paused in his oiling of Toad, brows furrowing more than normal, the flit in question nipping at his unmoving fingers. He wasnt seeing this.
There, sitting not a dragons length away was the Weyrs newest vintner, previously pale blonde hair tinted pink and sticking in clumps as he attempted, and failed, to wash the... something from it.
Leaning an elbow on the knee currently not supporting a stretched out flit Crimiel watched, oddly amused, as the blonde gasped and sputtered much like he himself had done previously upon submerging his head.
Despite the current lice infestation the stream of people comming in due to the hatchings was constant, and Crimiel had long given up his attempt to at least put names to faces. He most certainly remembered this man though. He was hard to miss, with his blonde hair and friendly expression, and if he were to admit to it Crimiel had spent much of his time durring the previous hatching feast simply watching the other. The man had certainly proven a distraction from his own failed Impression.
Toad squwaked, displeased at the lack of attention being focused on himself. "Shush, you" Crimiel abomished, though he returned to oiling the brown all the same, eyes still rooted firmly on the vintner.
Now shreiking his displeaure at Crimiel at the lack of full attention, Toad took to the air, swooping quickly towards the source of his vexation. Sprawling atop one of the rocks before the vintner with a splash, wings outspread and sputtering a hiss through the spary of water.
Jumping quickly to his feet, Crimiel took long strides towards the two, yanking Toad from his spot by a speckled tail and holding the wriggling flit securely against his chest with a forearm. Said brown snapping at nothing but air for a moment before he managed to get a clump of hair, tugging and scratching his way up Crimiels shoulder, wings beating to give himself leverage. A tail wrapped around Crimiels neck with a near chocking grip as Toad hunkered down to stare at this vintner with swirling orange eyes.
Crimiel turned his frown from Toad to the blonde before him. "shards, sorry. He's usually not so-- No, he's always a deadglow. Still..."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 6:29 pm
The water exploded like the ball of flame that unfurled itself from a dragon's mouth, knocking Rosulus down into the chill water, freezing him to the core, and resulting in a rather girlish yelp. Opening his eyes, he saw one of the few faces he slightly knew staring back at him, a flit attached to his shoulder, its eyes a swirling shade of orange that made Ros extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh, it...its fine, really. Its not like I could get any wetter, right?" Ros gave a nervous chuckle under the intense stares of flit and owner. The owner of the flit, Caramel he thought his name was, gave just as harsh a stare as the brown lizard perched on his shoulder. His frown seemed to challenge his own wary smile, and Ros wanted to sink back into the water right now.
Now that he thought about it, this seemed to be the way Caramel looked at everyone. Ros had seen him at the previous hatching feast, and he always seemed to be staring at him like that. Was his face fixed like that, or was it just Rosulus? Did he and the brown share an equal dislike for the blonde?
"Umm...so, uh, Mr. Caramel, why are you here today?"
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 3:58 am
Crimiels frown deepend before wavering, unable to hold the bark of laughter. It was a rather awkward looking laugh, at the least, despite the smile that graced Crimiels lips his brows still appeared drawn. Toad trilled, previous irritation already forgotten, along with the reason he had been in a huff in the first place; If this man could make his owner smile truely he didnt deserve Toads wrath.
Shaking his head still grinning, Crimiel held a hand out to the blonde, hefting the younger man to his feet. "It's Crimiel. And I'd imagine much the same as you," He eyed the others hair critically, "Though perhaps in a more effective way. I hope you dont plan on serving any of that wine your hair had been soaking in at the feast tomorrow." He rose a brow questioningly, releasing his grip on the others hand. "I dont believe I've caught your name...?"
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:55 pm
Rosulus didn't know what emotion to feel at that moment. He has relieved that Caramel, no, Crimiel was laughing, but he was also nervous that it might be one of those 'Ahaha, I'll kill you' laughs. Sure, he was smiling, but his brows still furrowed...he just couldn't tell what emotion the man was feeling. The brown flit seemed happy though, and since flits were emotionally connected with their owners...
"Uhm, thank you." Ros bowed his head in thanks, giving a sheepish grin. "Ah, no sir! That is, the wine that I've been soaking my hair in...it's relatively new wine, not a good enough flavor. I-I assure you that I'll only be serving aged wine at the feast tomorrow." Ros explained as fast as he could, fearing retribution from Crimiel. His critical stare made Ros feel uneasy, as though he had done something wrong.
"Oh, my name is Rosulus. You...can just call me Ros if you want, my friends back home always did."
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