|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 6:53 am
"Did I stutter? No lice. They're head lice for a reason. Shards," F'sey hissed, still feeling rather foolish about the panic he just caused between them. He ruffled his hair and huffed, shifting awkwardly as he tried to figure out what to do with himself. "You look like a drowned wherrie," he said finally, folding his arms over his chest and looking out towards the ocean. "Nice job."
Ialluth rumbled, shuffling her wings as she rumbled. If F'sey didn't know better, he would have sworn the green was snickering at him. And she might as well have been, for something absolutely evil was formulating in her mind. You know, she crooned to Ceylith, Mine is the meanest to those he likes best. I think he might really liiiiiike Yours!
F'sey rolled his eyes. "My dragon is desperate," he said firmly, finally shifting to meet C'ren's eyes again. "Though I don't suppose it really matters, since we're getting shoved out of our weyr. Roommates, or something? Ialluth thinks getting a new friend is brilliant. What if they have lice?" He'd never be able to be in his own weyr!
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 5:58 pm
“There’s other kind of lice!” C’ren replied hotly, still trying to wring the water out of his clothes. “Like… like body lice!” Although, he had to admit, sand was not a body. Unless you considered it a body of land. “You were the one who was about ready to claw his own head off. At least I kept some semblance of thought and ran for the water. And you were shrieking like a wherry.” Because, you know, that was totally worse than flailing wildly and running towards the water.
Oh! Now this was interesting… Ceylith’s eyes swirled with excitement at the very thought. While she couldn’t remember any real details of her rider’s Very-Important-People, she did vaguely recall that he was… happier then. Or maybe that wasn’t the right word. He wasn’t really ‘happy’, except when he was arguing with someone.
Which, she noticed now, he most certainly was doing with F’sey! Now this was interesting… carefully hiding her words from C’ren----because he obviously didn’t know what was best for him and would try to stop her if he knew----she responded to Ialluth happily, Oh really? I think Mine likes Yours too! Usually, he walks away from people by now. You know… Mine has room in his weyr. He keeps scaring his roommates away, I have no idea why. Maybe you and Yours could move in!
Then, turning her attention back to C’ren, she said, C’reeeen! We should invite them to live with us! You like F’sey, right? And Ialluth… there was a tone in her voice, the sort of quality that small children used when they were trying to be clever and failing horribly.
Actually, to be honest, C’ren had been considering the idea. After all, he had to get some roommate. It might as well be someone he could remotely stand. Besides, at least he knew that F’sey didn’t have lice. “Well, you can always move in with me and Ceylith. Apparently, I have to dig up a roommate from somewhere and you fit the bill.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 12:57 pm
"I see how it is," F'sey snarled, running a hand through his hair as he eyed the younger greenrider. "You just can't anybody better, huh? I'm all you can dig up?" The redhead had visibly bristled, arms over his chest as he mulled over the opinion. He wasn't given much peace, however; Ialluth immediately demanded he accept the offer with grace, eyes whirling a little as she gave the man no other option.
He cleared his throat. "I mean. Uh. Ialluth appreciates the offer very much and would love to take you up on it." The older man cringed visibly before adding. "As would I."
See? Ialluth crooned, all 'angry mother tone' gone from her voice. It is not so hard to be appreciative when someone offers you something you need. You do not need to be such a stubborn old man all the time, she informed her rider cheekily, well aware she was pushing one of his most sensitive buttons.
The greenrider rumbled unhappily and glared at his dragon for the better of a whole minute before finally giving C'ren his attention again. "I think the sun is getting to her head. I should bring her back. I guess I need to pack up all my stuff, anyways." F'sey shuddered at the thought of organizing what took him Turns to accumulate.
The sooner we start, the sooner we finish!
We?
You, Ridermine. But I will supervise, never fear.
Of course, Ialluth. Where would I be, without your supervision?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
