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 Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 7:55 pm
Haanyath, her darling Haanyath. She was a full grown, beautiful green now. In all her majesty and grace and temper. For better or for worse, T'ka and Haanyath were now riders. Real riders. No more lessons or chores! Though T'ka did help out a lot around the Weyr...with all the overcrowding, there certainly was a lot to do.
But there was a bit more free time in her schedule. Time for the leisure flights T'ka had come to enjoy and cherish. But, there were also the...flights. Thankfully, thankfully Haanyath was still too young to have had one of those yet. T'ka hoped it wouldn't be for a while yet. Boys were all well and good, but T'ka was just about as unromantic as it got. Period. She had little to no interest in boys 'like that'.
But for now she was relatively content, leaning on the fence of the feeding enclosure, watching Haanyath charge around on foot after a bunch of wherries scared out of their minds. Poor things. Haanyath couldn't just make the kill quickly. The foul tempered green had to prolong their suffering. <> T'ka scolded, though she didn't mean it much. She knew Haanyath took great pride in the chase. And if it made Haanyath happy...who was she to complain? Despite all her dragons appearant faults, T'ka loved her to pieces. Even if she wasn't always the best at showing it.
While she waited for Haanyath to do her thing, T'ka ran over the recent hatching in her mind. What troubling circumstances. Her cousin was still out in the infirmary...poor Kyllae. T'ka wished her well. She had quite a fondness for her cousin. The whole Weyr seemed to be holding its breath still over that event. All those sick candidates and riders...it couldn't be a good thing. But she didn't want to worry. Not now. Not here. Not on a beautiful day like this.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 9:37 pm
It is very quiet outside. Are you sure we are allowed to be here? The soft, anxious little voice of Ianquith filled J'riar's mind, and she was timidly keeping pace with his long legs. Not that she did not mind being outside, but she knew Hers was sometimes not very honest about doing all his chores! That both shocked and horrified her, so she had gotten into the habit of checking whenever possible.
Yes, yes, my love, as all my chores revolve around taking care of you now! Sort of a lie, but he couldn't think of anything in particular he was skipping out on now. I've fed you, oiled you, and now there is no mistake that you are the most beautiful dragon in the Weyr! It amused him to see the hatchling stumble a bit, as though both shocked and pleased at his words. She was far too modest to ever say such a thing, much less agree with him, but that was all right. He was about to say more, but the startled shriek of terrified wherries caught his attention.
Ianquith pressed herself uneasily to his legs, but he calmed her with a fond touch and quiet croon. "Come on, lass, it sounds like someone is feeding, that's all." And he spotted the young woman before the squat, if powerful green in the distance, calling out in friendly greeting. "Hoy!" So this was the Feeding Grounds, was it? A good thing to know, he would store that away for later.
"She's impressive." He'd nod admiringly at Haanyath, noting the build on the wherry she'd brought down. One of the bigger ones, certainly nothing to sneeze at! Ianquith crept forward shyly towards the young woman and peered up at her, crooning a soft greeting. "Ahh, forgive me--I'm J'riar, and this is Ianquith."
Hello, Strong One... She said softly to Haanyath after a moment's hesitation. She didn't want to disturb the older dragon while she was eating, but wouldn't it be rude not to say hello?
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 5:00 pm
T'ka wasn't used to people adressing her. As it was, people tended to leave her alone or ignore her. Probably something to do with her bonded. Haanyath wasn't exactly the friendliest dragon in the Weyr. Still, never one to be rude, she turned to face her adressor, mildly suprised. She offered a wave and even managed a small smile. "'Ho there," she greeted in return. She felt her heart jump a little seeing the little green at his side. She must've been from the recent hatching, she was so small. And so cute. T'ka had little experience with cute dragons. Haanyath had always been fierce, even as a hatchling. But there was no other term that jumped so readily to tongue and mind when she looked at the little dear. Shy and sweet, the way she crept up, almost as if afraid to offend. T'ka felt her heart melt a little around the edges.
"Apology accepted," she chuckled. The boy seemed nice enough as well. He had the manners to introduce himself, at least. And manners were very important to T'ka. "I am T'ka," she gave a jerk of her head to indicate Haayath. "And that brute of a green is Haanyath. Don't pay her much mind, she tends to get quite involved in her food." She offered a hand for shaking, even as she cast a smile down at Ianquith. "And a greetings to you too, pleasant one."
Haanyath hardly noticed the arrival of new people. There was food to be had. She let out a vicious, primeval sort of bellow, which went up and up in pitch until it petered out as a grating screech. She set into her food with wild abandon, eyes alight with intense passion. For Haanyath, the killing and eating of her food was more than just an action, it was a sort of ritual. She selected only the strongest, fastest beasts for her meals. And upon taking them down, marked it with a loud call, proclaiming her triumph. The effect was more dramatic in part to her bloody muzzle. Haanyath seemed to delight in living out the word 'ferocious'. She was selecting the first bits to eat, swallowing mouthfuls of the rich meat, when she heard that soft, almost delicate whisper of a voice. Someone dared to disturb her, Haanyath, while she was eating? At least they had the sense to compliment her. They were right. She was strong. She was the best. But as it was, she was also eating. Her head lifted, turning slowly to stare with piercing eyes at... a little green. No more than a hatchling. She was tiny. Why was a little one bothering her? Didn't she realize that Haanyath could simply sit on her to subdue her?
Haanyath scarfed down her food as quickly as possible. Now that it had come to her attention that Hers had visitors, she had to go inspect them. And this strange green that felt the need to disturb her. Haanyath nearly choked as she downed her food, but she finished in record time; leaving only blood on the ground to mark where she'd made her kill. She stood and came to a swift trot, making her way over to the fence where Hers and the others stood.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 8:21 pm
J'riar never had been one to pay much attention to gossip--something he might regret, particularly since he was ignorant to Haayath's reputation and stature in this Weyr. Of course, how could he not pick up on the way the girl kept her eyes on his darling? It made his own heart swell a little, pleased and proud that she seemed to be admiring Ianquith just as much as he did. This, of course, made the little green just a bit flustered.
"Pleasure." He replied with a grin, letting his eyes flick again to the powerful green before a thoughtful whistle slipped from him. "Shards, but look at the strength she has! No doubt you're just as strong as she." A compliment and a fact all in one before his calloused hand took hers for a firm shake.
Mine, please... tell her she is also very pleasant. Please? Ianquith's eyes whirled a little, both uneasy and surprised by the flattering title. Pleasant? Oh, oh, how she did want to be pleasant! But she couldn't act overeager and embarrass both herself and Hers, and peered up at her rider hopefully.
"Ah, she wants to tell you that you're also very pleasant." The young man said seriously, but his eyes were glinting with fond amusement. A pause. "And thanks you for thinking so highly of her." Such a humble little beast! But he loved her all the same, head snapping around as the guttural sound of the feeding dragon tore through the otherwise quiet atmosphere. "Shards." The curse was admiring, and the man folded his arms over his chest as the larger green devoured her kill before slowly approaching the fence.
Oh. Oh oh oh, Ianquith hadn't expected the Strong One to come closer now... Without thinking, she'd hunkered herself down to make herself look even smaller, wide eyes fixed on the larger form with respect. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't be rude, even if she wanted nothing more than to shrink behind Hers and wait until they were alone again. So slowly, tentatively, the small green made her way closer to the fence to better pay her respects to the older dragon. Ah... I am Ianquith. You are very strong. I... I hope I can be that strong for Mine one day, too... Oh dear, she hoped she wasn't irritating the other.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 7:16 pm
T’ka appreciated J’riar’s grip, and the roughness of his hand. Like a proper dragonrider. Not one of those measly men that seemed to be running around, if they could be called that; with their soft palms and meager grips. He scored a point in her mind for his handshake.
T’ka, like Haanyath, did very much appreciate to be praised; though T’ka didn’t let it bolster her ego nearly so much. She chuckled a little and glanced over at her green. “I like to think I’m physically capable. When she was younger, Haany and I had some pretty fierce wrestling matches. As it is though, she’s quite a bit bigger, and the fights are usually in her favor.” And speak of the devil…Haanyath cleared the distance with a determined rapidity, eyes flashing with orange curiosity and concern. She paused at the fence, looming over Ianquith’s smaller figure like a hawk hovers over a mouse. Her head darted forward, over the rail, but rather than bite Ianquith, she gave her a rough nosing over, sniffing her with a vengeance. And while far from gentle, she wasn’t doing anything to explicitly hurt the smaller green either. T’ka shot her dragon a warning glare. <>
But T’ka’s worries were without foundation. Finished inspecting the dragon, Haanyath sniffed J’riar quickly, with much less interest, and after giving the strange pair a shrewd look-over, took a few steps back, to sit down and groom herself; for while she had no qualms with being dirty, being bloody was just plain shabby. Her tongue quickly sought to rid her dappled hide of any errant red splotches. She responded to Ianquith in the middle of her grooming, not taking the time to stop or so much as look at her addressee. <> She stated firmly, finally finishing her quick grooming. Laying down with a ‘whump’ she surveyed the three; J’riar, Ianquith, and her rider with subdued interest.
”Pardon Haany. She doesn’t do well with strangers.” Not that Haanyath did well with familiar people either.
<They are in need of pardon. Not I.>> Haanyath snapped. T’ka decided to keep her dragon’s comment to herself. Realizing that her rider wasn’t going to relay the comment, Haanyath decided to go through Ianquith instead. <> Haanyath almost, almost told Ianquith that she had been rude in disturbing her meal. But…something. A small twinge, deep in her gut, when looking at the little, almost frightened green, caused her to hold her tongue. That was strange. Why did she feel resevered at all with her words? Maybe it was something she ate…
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:32 pm
Wrestling! From the way the young man cast an amused glance down at his dragonet, it was clear that he was marveling over such a concept. Ianquith would never stand for such a thing, he could almost guarantee. And ah! There was the green in question, and J'riar planted his hands on his hips as he slowly admired the beast from up close now. Of course he jumped a little when that thick head snapped over the fence, but it looked like the older was only curious, and though it pained him.... Well, he'd raised enough beasts to know that Ianquith was going to need to learn how to stand on her own against others. That was how life worked.
A tiny squeak of surprise slipped from the dragonet before she tipped over at the nudge, scrambling quickly to her feet once she was a bit more prepared for the investigation.O-O-Oh! Oh! A warrior... She'd been about to flatten herself again before she caught herself, sitting awkwardly upright and timidly craning her head back to peer up at the other. I...I will be more considerate about my actions.... And she tried to fix herself to look more like Haanyath did, carefully lowering herself to the ground and arranging her forepaws and tail until she looked like a much smaller, considerably lighter version.
"No, no, don't think anything of it. Thank you for allowing us to visit with your rider, Haanyath," J'riar bowed respectfully towards the green, looking almost amused with Ianquith. Bless her, she was determined to try and do her best, now wasn't she? She lacked the menacing strength of the older dragon and to say she looked fierce was a joke indeed...
Mine wished to show me where I would feed when I grew older. Ianquith said softly, peering up at Haanyanth. I did not want to come at first, but... but I will be a warrior green one day, and I will do it for Mine, and so I will stop trying to hide... Haanyath was so very strong--Ianquith privately did not see how she would ever be anything like her one day, but now that she had been informed she was disgracing her lineage (whatever that meant), she would do her very best to live up to it!
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 9:16 am
T'ka was relieved, and a little pleased, to see J'riar take Haanyath's actions in stride. Most people were freaking out by this point. Not that she could blame them, Haanyath could be pretty intimidating. Only...she was T'ka's bonded. And though she was grumpy, T'ka knew her moody green would never hurt try to hurt somebody. So it hurt, just a little, when people freaked out. They knew better, dragons didn't hurt people. They acted like Haanyath was less than intelligent. And while Haanyath was a little more animalistic in her tendencies...there was still intelligent thought in her head. Feelings. It pained T'ka to see her dragon degraded in the minds of others. She was thankful that J'riar could appreciate Haanyath's curiousity, and still remain respectful to her. Despite the fact that Haanyath had not been particularly kind to his Ianquith.
T'ka smiled, trying to repress a laugh as Ianquith tried to imitate Haanyath. She didn't look the least bit frightening, silly was more like it, but she was cute, and she was to be commended for trying. "You're feeling well, I hope?" it was a common question, what with all the sickness flying around. She felt terribly for any new Weyrling who came down with sickness. It would be terribly stressful for both rider, and dragon. Such a young one especially. T'ka was thankful she was well...so far. She prayed she stayed that way. She had to stay on top of things so she could manage Haanyath. Who knew what kind of trouble that green could get into without the watchful eye of her rider?
Haanyath sneezed, scratching her head with a foreleg absently. She was still hungry. One wherry hardly filled the stomach. But there were people, and she was interested. For now her stomach could wait. Bored though, seeing as the conversation had turned away from her, she prodded Inaquith mentally. <> It came out sounding more like a command than a request, but Haanyath meant it nicely enough. <> she offered, in a gesture that, while strange, was not completely foreign to her. Haanyath liked to catch things for others, so they could see how marvelous she was.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 3:05 pm
He was realizing more and more that despite their size and clearly animalistic tendencies... Dragons were really nothing more than oddly shaped people. So many personalities, varying degrees of intelligence, size, and even color; where people could be cruel and harmful to one another, he'd never heard of a dragon attacking a human. Maybe to protect their rider.... maybe. One would have to be a sharding wherry to push a dragon that far, though!
"Well as one can expect. No symptoms for me yet, but we'll see if my good luck lasts." He chuckled to himself at the thought, then nodded at T'ka. "And you?" Though this disease didn't seem to be fatal so far, he couldn't imagine the chaos that would erupt if dragonriders started dying. The thought sent a chill down his spine, and Ianquith shifted immediately to look at him.
The sneeze almost made her jump, but she luckily clamped down on the instinct to squeak with surprise. That would have been awful--considering the Strong One then spoke to her almost immediately after! Obediently, the little green rose as graceful as she could to nestle down near Haanyath, wide-eyed and watching. She could learn so many things from her! Oh... I would not want to trouble you, I know you were eating when we came... But if you are still hungry, I would very much like to watch you! Oh, she could observe Haanyath's movements and try to memorize them for later! That way she could excel when the time came to learn!
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 3:30 pm
T’ka often compared dragons to people, but…she didn’t think of them the same. Dragons were better. For the most part anyway. She had yet to meet, or hear of, a dragon with any capacity for evil. She wasn’t even sure if dragons could lie. She was still torn on as to whether the lack of longterm memory was a blessing, or a curse. Perhaps both. It was frustrating sometimes, explaining things to Haanyath that she was certain she’d gone over before, but a the same time…Dragons didn’t worry, like people did. Not about the past, and not about the future. Whereas T’ka could get worked up about things to come, Haanyath was…well, Haanyath always agitated about the present. But that was beside the point. Haanyath was an exception.
“I am well. Relatively.” It was hard to be completely well, with all of this chaos and sickness. T’ka was suffering a great deal from lack of sleep. When she said she didn’t really like people, that was the truth. But she didn’t like to see them suffer either. Haanyath thought her bonded was silly, for worrying about what she couldn’t control. T’ka knew Haanyath was right, but…to be unconcerned would feel wrong. She didn’t feel responsible for the current mess, but she sure as hell wished there was something she could do to make it better. ”Many are not though. I fear things are only going to get worse from here.” It was a sign of her stress that she would go on like that. T’ka wasn’t one to share her worries. But she was admittedly human, and did like to feel a little supported sometimes. Or at least to know she wasn’t the only concerned one. She took a moment to look over at Haanyath and Ianquith, and suspected that her green was up to something. Haanyath always seemed to be up to something.
Oh no, watching simply would not do for Haanyath. Ianquith was out of luck if she thought for one minute Haanyath would just let her sit. Haanyath stood and nosed the younger green, pushing her, urging her up. <> Oh boy…<> Haanyath ordered. <>
This next message was to her bonded, rather than Ianquith.<>
<> T’ka gave Haanyath a skeptical look. What on Pern was that spotty green doing? Harassing Ianquith, no doubt.
<> Haanyath made a show of positioning her legs, and bending them at the knee and elbow. <>
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:55 am
J'riar nodded his head slowly at that, his gaze thoughtful as it flicked over her. She didn't look ill, but perhaps friends of hers were. Despite his relaxed and nonchalant ways, he was keeping an eye and ear out for any coughing--both for his sake and Ianquith's. She'd worry herself sick if he were to fall to this disease, and that was one of the reasons he was trying to be careful. "So far, no one's gotten real ill... but I don't want to take chances. Too many people in this Weyr as it is." More chances for the disease to spread, so on and so forth. Luckily, the dragons didn't seem bothered for it, and for that, he was grateful.
Of course, he hadn't expected Haanyath to unexpectedly rise, a little bewildered when she nosed at Ianquith. What was she going on about? He couldn't hear, of course, but he could sense Ianquith's startled surprise. Shards, he was more curious than he was concerned for his little love! Despite her threatening appearance, he was fully confident that the older wouldn't purposefully harm the dragonet, and merely settled back on his heels with a slowly widening grin.
Oh! Ianquith gracelessly scrabbled to her feet at the other's urging, wings slightly flared while she listened. She would obey! ...If she could figure out exactly what it was Haanyath wanted, of course. Like... Like this? Her legs were much, much smaller than the other green's, but she did her best to crouch, tail flicking to-and-fro while her whirling eyes took in the older's posture. She would be ready! If the Strong One would take the time to teach her, she would do her best to not let her down.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 3:30 pm
T'ka's hand moved to cover her mouth, hiding her blooming smile. Who would've thought angry Haany could have any sort of mother hen tendencies? Despite her dragon's rough and abrasive nature...well, she actually was rough and abrasive on the inside too. But T'ka could tell she liked Ianquith. Who would've known the moody green, known for her dislike of flits and children, would take a liking to hatchlings? Or perhaps something about Ianquith just illicited a response in particular. Either way, T'ka wasn't sure what was more amusing; the fact that Haanyath was trying to teach Ianquith, or how funy Ianquith looked trying to imitate her.
"She's certainly trying hard," she remarked to J'riar. She wasn't sure how he was taking the situation of Haanyath harassing his bonded, but he didn't seem to bothered, which was good. Most people took her the wrong way. At least J'riar seemed to be able to put up with her.
T'ka was never one to socialize a great deal, and had a mild dislike of people in general, so this overcrowding business was an absolute nightmare for her. If things didn't improve soon...she would make a formal complaint to the Weyrleader. Not that her singular complaint meant much, but she wanted to act in the proper and respectable fashion. Shells, if things didn't change soon...she would see if she couldn't get a transfer. She liked Ista, but that like didn't go so far as to cover this overcrowding business. And besides, Haanyath had made it very clear she had little to no attachment to the Weyr she was born in. If it was up to her, Haanyath would just as soon whisk T'ka off to go live in the wild. T'ka objected to that idea, but it sure sounded mighty appealing when she had to put up with burnt food and an overcrowded dining hall.
She stopped smiling, and removed her hand from shielding her mouth to drum her fingers on the fence. "It's only a matter of time before the dragons get something too. For their sake and ours, something has to be done soon." she shook her head. They needed a new Weyr, ideally. She wasn't too fond of the idea of Favan leading it...but a the moment, the idea of Favan as Weyrwoman struck her as a lesser evil than this overcrowding business.
"I'm really not sure why more hasn't been done in the founding of a new Weyr. It sounds like all the Weyrs are in similar situations to ours...and we can't live like this forever. Even Haanyath is starting to complain about their being too many dragons here." Actually, Haanyath's complaint was more along the lines of 'The other dragons need to go. They are eating all the good food, and taking all the best roosting spots'. Which T'ka interpreted to be a Haanyath complaint on overcrowding.
Haanyath surveyed her pupil with critical eyes, lowering her head and examining Ianquith from all angles to get a better idea of her posture and ability. <> Haanyath liked the word aerodynamic. After learning it just two days ago, she was using it as often as she could. It made her sound smart, she thought. And it was very important to Haanyath that everyone recognize her as the magnificent creature she was. <> Nothing malicious was meant by this, Haanyath was just remarking, however, that as a young dragon, Ianquith was proportioned far differently than the adult Haanyath. The remark was somewhat reduntant, of course, seeing as there was no other dragon proportioned quite like Haanyath. Haanyath realized now, that it would be near impossible for Ianquith to exactly replicate Haanyath's stance. Hrm. Haanyath was never good at making stuff up off of the top of her head.
She looked confused for a moment, which was quite an expression for the green, as she tried to figure out what to do. <> That was to make up for the fact that proportionally, Ianquith's legs were longer than Haanyath's. <> She really did love that word.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 7:14 pm
He couldn't help the broad grin that was pulling itself at his face at the sight of the two dragons--and at the feel of how flustered Ianquith was! "It's good for her!" He laughed, scratching absently at his cheek even as he watched. "I'd very much enjoy it if Haanyath taught my love how to fend for herself some, build up her confidence and the like." And he meant that, though was careful to speak quietly so the little green wouldn't overhear him and get his feelings hurt. That was the last thing he needed to do, especially when she was trying so hard right now.
There was a slight click of his tongue at the grim prophecy from the other rider, and J'riar tilted his head forward in brief acknowledgment. "I can deal with being sick. Ianquith's so young, though--I don't know if she could fight off a disease half as well..." He hesitated at that thought before he shut his mouth, lips thinning. Could the dragons get sick from this? They hadn't so far, but how could he possibly know?
"For their sake, something needs to be done." He finally said with a shrug, and it was simple as that. It was like this girl had taken O'asis had already proved, and solidified it that much more. Only Ianquith's frantic whispers in his mind was enough to snap him out of his sudden funk.
Mine... Mine, what is aerodynamic? Her 'voice' quailed a little, clearly afraid that this would be very detrimental to her studies. Ah... It... ah... something to do with being able to fly better. J'riar sweated a little, not exactly sure how to put that in words. Ianquith took that in stride and tried to relax her wings, but still keeping them closer to her stride.
I hope I will grow.. and I will try to be aero...dynamic! She chirped nervously, not wanting to be shaped oddly or not able to fly as best as she could! Of course, she didn't think she could fly right now at all... but it was best to get into the habit now so it would be a natural process later!
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 10:14 am
T'ka wanted a new Weyr. If only to relieve some of this pressure on Ista, and to make things more comfortable, but...she did not approve of Favan as a potential Weyrwoman. Absolutely not. She wouldn't trust that women with so much as a flit, much less a Weyr. T'ka felt a little bad, that she hadn't actually met Favan, to solidify what she'd heard, but...from what she'd heard of the Weyrwoman, and the little she'd seen of her...she wasn't someone T'ka would trust to run a new Weyr. Any of the other goldriders was more acceptable than Favan, in T'ka's mind.
Then again, T'ka also realized she had the benefeit to stay here if the new Weyr was made and Favan put in charge. That way Favan would be gone, and there wouldn't be pressure on the Weyr with all the overcrowding. Wouldn't that be an idea?
The former smith's eyes lingered on Haanyath and Ianquith, who were making quite the scene, indeed. Who knew Haanyath could be at all motherly? For while the green certainly didn't seem like it, T'ka knew Haanyath well enough to recognize Haanyath's affection when she saw it."I fear more than our health is at stake, if this gets any worse," she added, and that was really all she had to say on that. "Any thoughts on Favan? Word of mouths says that she aims to become Weyrwoman, when we open a new Weyr." For it wasn't a matter of if they opened a new Weyr. It was when. Surely the authority wasn't blind to all the suffering. Something had to be done. And all the other Weyrs were full too, it wasn't like a transfer would do much good to relieve the stress.
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Haanyath lowered her head, and walked in a circle around Ianquith, looking her over with scrutinizing eyes. <> she barked, a swirl of deep blue working it's way into her eyes. <> she informed. She also glanced over at J'riar, appraising him as well. <> Leave it to Haanyath to sow the seeds of rebellion. Haanyath didn't always listen to T'ka, she made it appearant she had her own opinions and thoughts, seperate from those of her rider, but at the same time, her loyalty knew no bounds. Haanyath loved T'ka. Whether she acted like it or not.
<> she informed, along with a small snicker. Haanyath found the fact that queens could not flame very amusing. What kind of dragon couldn't flame?! This only reassured Haanyath in her opinion that, in fact, green was the best kind of dragon to be.
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