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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 7:56 pm
Ollen sat on the shore line her pants pulled up to her thighs so tat she could float her muscular legs in the water without getting her wet. Inhaling the tangy air she wondered what her last crew was currently doing. It has been a year since she sat on the deck of a ship and felt the water move beneath her. Did she miss it? Yes, but was she willing to give it up for the ones she loved, in a minute.
Crunching sand beneath her hands Ollen smiled, at least she was near the water and on the wonderfully hot Ista Island, this was her amazing home and she knew that if she had to be land bound this would be the only place she'd want to be. Her fosters were doing well, a healer had visited that morning and said her uncle was recovering, soon she would need to chose he next step.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:32 pm
Today sucked. Today sucked a lot.
F'sey had finally been freed from the infirmary, albeit hesitantly, with the firm instruction he was not to do anything strenuous for another few sevendays. Weyrling training was anything if not strenuous, so it was left in the hands of the substitute still. The very idea gave F'sey a headache. So when someone suggested he go out on a Search, Ialluth jumped at the idea and all but dragged her poor rider off. What better to cheer his mood than a ride along the beach!
It was very unlikely they'd-
Oh!
Down there! And with no other warning, she began her decent, spiraling down to a place near the female sitting on the beach. Ialluth offered no explanation as she settled, leaving her redheaded rider to frown and stare at the stranger a little down the way.
"What? What do you want?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:45 pm
Ollen physically jumped as she heard the demanding voice startled from her thoughts. She was used to seeing dragons in the sky, and sometimes when they came to Ista hold, but she was not used to one being so near.
She stood smiling, one pant leg falling to cover her leg and the other bundled around her knee awkwardly. Pushing her pant leg into place she lifted her head to speak to the rider.
"Greetings, Dragonrider," she quirked a brow puzzled at the green rider, "I do not want anything, if you're talking to me?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:22 pm
F'sey muttered to himself and slowly worked his way off his dragon's back. The landing was much harder than expected and it was all he could do to keep from cringing, gritting his teeth and leaning against her leg as a low string of curses escaped. He definitely wasn't filling tip-top, that was for certain. Part of him dared wonder why they were out here at all, but the saner part of his mind quickly reminded him how much he'd missed fresh air, and the greenrider was pacified. Sort of.
F'sey gave the stranger a long, blank look. "...I wasn't. Ialluth startled me."
And that was that. Or it would be, if F'sey ever got his way at all. But the small green dragon standing behind him gave him a bump with her leg and rumbled deeply, reminding him of his manners and of her purpose.
"...I am F'sey of green Ialluth. And yourself?"
There was no harm in F'sey inspecting the girl before he offered Ialluth's opinions to her!
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 11:41 pm
Righting herself Ollen grinned, she did not know that dragons could startle their dragons were they not completely connected? She felt squirmy and childish under the older rider's gaze. She did not offer an apology for being wrong, how was she to know?
"I am Ollen, I live here in the hold. It's good to meet you, F'sey." her eyes drifted over the large green as she spoke and then returned to F'sey.
"Ialluth is beautiful, if you do not mind me saying so," it took a lot for Ollen to remember her manners, being out to sea as a lot different then standing on land, she had to watch her mouth.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 3:06 pm
Good to meet him, pah. Clearly, this Ollen had no idea who he was. He was F'sey of green Ialluth (he had just said that, didn't he) and his reputation demanded that he not be taken lightly. The man sneered to himself and fussed with dull red hair, trying to not look at the youth while he tried to decide upon a plan of action. Ialluth was being absolutely difficult and this was not his idea of-
You hear that, Mine? She thinks I am beautiful. She has good taste, the green crooned, rumbling as she nudged Hers playfully. Her rumbling grew a little louder when the man stumbled and his ponytail was promptly botched; Ialluth was clearly amused.
"She gets that a lot," F'sey all but growled, shooting the playful green a dirty look before fixing his hair a second time. "Now, you said you were holdbred? Ever think of riding a dragon?" he asked gruffly, still not making eye contact. It was clear his ponytail situation was aggravating him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 11:06 pm
Ollen inhaled sharply, wasn't this F'sey listening? She said she lived here in the hold! Crossing her arms out of habit she wondered what he was getting at. Ride a dragon? She was just getting used to having sealegs, certainly flying would be much different. She took too more soothing breaths, reassuring herself that he was not insulting her, he was merely stating.
"Shells, I've never thought of flying..I mean everyone on Pern wants to be a rider," she rolled her shoulders in a shrug, "It would certainly be a wonderful thing, but no dragon has ever looked my way." Living near Ista Weyr, and tithing to them there were dragons in and out and none had ever taken notice of her, she just thought she wasn't dragon material because she had not been Searched. Although it did not count she had been in Tillek and out to sea.
"Flying is a lot different than sailing," she mumbled and gave the older rider a smile.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 8:05 pm
"Of course they haven't really looked you. You have to be on the sands for the dragonets to want you." F'sey had to bite his tongue to keep the 'shardit' off the end. Of course, there was always the chance Ollen meant she never dreamed of being Searched, which is really what a lot of people said, though they really hardly meant it.
...why do I not count, Mine?
Oh. Right. Riiiiiiight.
F'sey cleared his throat and shuffled awkwardly, not used to this sort of thing. He was the weyrlingmaster, shaffit! Other people were supposed to be out and finding the candidates! Still, Ialluth like this one, so...
"Ialluth seems to think you'd make a good candidate, you know. And not just because you called her pretty."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 9:57 pm
"I meant being Searched, I have lived in Ista Hold and Tillek, both of which have dragons in and out and not one rider has said what you have."
"If I would have known flattery would get you anywhere with pretty girls, I'd have tired it a long time ago," a crooked smile spread across her face.
Well..she was looking for a new life, a new start, sure being in the Fishercraft was fun, but she was constantly battling for recognition. Her aunt and uncle were aging, but their health was coming back to them.
Scratching her elbow in thought Ollen asked her question cautiously, "What would I have to do? What would happened if I said yes?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:26 pm
The answer wasn't exactly what she was looking for, she meant did she leave right this moment was there anything she had to do. Ollen did not clarify she felt tension from the rider and thought it best just to comply.
"I would like to be a candidate," she answered, "I would like to go to the Weyr."
She waited for some form of response, would they leave now? Could she grab some things from her room, or was it off you go, no more Ista Hold. She felt mixed about the uncertainty, loving the excitement, but somewhat confused on the proceedings.
Rubbing her elbow, arms crossed she practically stared at F'sey.
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