G'dor and Brown Queth's weyr

[Thalion]

.:G'dor's Journal:.
Finally, this is where my actual journal begins. I'll likely record musings about the current situations, memories of encounters, and the like. Feel free to read but please respect my journal and... don't write in it. It's very frusterating to have to tear pages out.

 

[Thalion]

| My Impression of Queth |
The day started off typically enough... I was at market for the morning's breakfast with the typical list and currency enough to get what we needed- along with a little something for myself to reward my efforts. There was nothing special about that morning. As always the market was full and as always the merchants tried getting the best of me in purchasing their wares. I managed to get everything at a fair enough price- save for bread which I ended up paying nearly a third more than I had the day before -so I was pretty pleased with myself. On my way back I couldn't help but notice the large mountain of blue by my master's shop.

Upon arriving a woman along with my master was there to greet me. Apparently she had been flying over the area on patrol as usal (seeing a dragon wasn't strange in the least, our area has no Wyer so patrols sweep by quite frequently in case of threadfall) and her dragon had sensed something... a canidate. Needless to say, that canidate was me. I'm terribly sorry to say that I had spoiled that morning's market run by dropping the basket right then and there upon hearing the news. Of course, my master was beside himself with pride and could care less about a few eggs. In no time he and I were packing my many things. I made him promise that he'd care for my felines while I was gone and if I was to remain at the wyer I'd be back for them and my runner. Of course he made me promise that he could have at least one of them so there was something around to keep him company, of which I agreed to. He's quite fond of a large tabby I've named 'Swift'. She's a tempermental one but she knows what she wants. Dispite her temper she's actually a loving creature when you get down to it.

I didn't have much time to make contact with Rynna, my milk mother... I was sure that Zinan would pass the word along once he'd gone. The man's excitement hardly went unoticed... once he had gotten an order from one of the more important individuals in town and by noon the entire port knew of it. Of course, I couldn't help but chuckle a bit at how my milk-siblings would take the news. The twins certainly would have a fit and I'm sure that good old Rayale would as well. My sister, I'm sure, will be jealous but not openly so. Perhaps after my dragon can fly I'll return to return all the 'favors' they did for me when I was growing up with them. Imagine the look of shock seeing their snow-capped brother sitting astride a noble dragon! I can hardly wait.

Anyway, it was hard leaving my master, but he wouldn't let me have a length good-bye. As always it was "Off with ye' now, lad." and that was that. The ride there was something else, I didn't actually consider that I'd be on a dragon, of course I should have expected as much. The rider wouldn't have her dragon waddle the whole way back to the wyer, that would be obsurd. Going -between- was something in and of itself... the cold, empty, nothingness was enough to make anyone go insane if we were to stay there any longer than we had. I'm sure I looked quite pathetic clinging to the dragon, panting and shaking like a bloody maiden but I hadn't expected it to be quite that severe.

Getting settled into the canidate's wyer was another experience... for one everyone took time to turn and note the color of my hair and how horribly it contrasts to my dark complexion. That was... quite akward but thankfully they were all too anxious about the hatching to act much upon it.

The impression time came quickly and at the sharp bellowing of an older man. All of us dressed in our whites-which is customary of impressions I suppose- and were hearded out onto the sands. I cannot say how on the spot I felt being marched out into that bowl. Whole crowds of people had showed up to watch, and I know of the children I must have had eyes on me the entire time. None of the others have dark skin like mine... I suppose my mother wasn't at all from this area either- which was a bit of a downer, I had hoped to find a connection to her somewhere so perhaps I could seek out my father...if he's still alive.

Well in time the eggs started stirring. The first one began cracking and fell over. I hadn't noticed, but all the other canidates had stepped back while I simply stood where I had been, watching that egg. I felt... drawn to it, kind of like it was calling for me. Soon a small wedge-shaped head burst from the egg followed by a charming brown body, still damp from the fluids in the egg. For a moment it laid there, resting from the effort in its birth. Quite suddenly it's eyes met with mine and it was up in an instant, racing over the sands towards me.

"Hello mine, I am Queth." Those words will forever stay with me... I had a dragon. Not just a dragon- a magnificant brown. Now I'm not all that up to speed with the ways of the dragon riders and all that but I know enough to know that browns are noble beasts, just under the bronze's as far as size. To me, that was perfect. Absolutely and totally perfect.

Following the hatching I was shown how to feed the little dragonet- and discovered that they were horribly lazy at first. Eat, sleep, and grow- that's what I was told they'll do for the first year. In the meantime I'll be training dawn to dusk on how to be a rider. Learning just about everything I havn't known. I can't help but feel at a bit of a disadvantage- I'm quite sure that most of the wyerlings have been exposed to the ways of dragonriders from their lives in the wyer while my knowlege was limited to rumors and of what few documents were about the port. My master hardly spoke of it and life was full of leather and the crafting and refineing of it. I'll get it down though...

After the hatching there was a gathering- a celebration for the riders. I kept to myself for the most part, many of the wyerlings seemed to have known eachother long before coming to the hatching and the older riders were busy with matters of their own. Eventually I retired out to the balcony where I met a young craft woman, Carella. She and I had quite a long talk but a pleasent one none the less. She wasn't from the area either and had a craft simular to mine. She dreamt of impressing a dragon, if anyone that I've met-which isn't many but still-that had a chance to impress, she's got to have one of the greatest chances.

Eventually I had to turn in... I've just gotten my bunk but since I was almong the last to come into the wyerlnig barrocs after my impression- I got among the last picks. Just my luck... ah well.


 

[Thalion]

| Private AIM RP between Ryugen & Thalion |
The first lesson was over, most of the wyerlings were pairing up and retreating to their lunches, others lingered behind and chatted with their fellow wyerlings about the nature of the lesson or of their imressions. G'dor made it a point to remove himself as quietly as possible. Having been pointed out twice among the class for being tardy and given second to last choice in the chores he was hardly in the mood for idle chit-chat. He batted his hands roughly on the side of his pants to rid them of the oily feeling from having oiled down his now rather pleased brown. The small dragonet waddled close behind him, absoultely glowing from his having been oiled. G'dor's hand were rough from his craft but that only made the oiling all the more pleasent, and he certainly knew how to oil down a leathery hide. "A lot of good that did." G'dor grumbled, letting his hands fall slack at his side, "None of them even woke me!"

"Don't tell me you were napping..." He chuckles, overhearing a familiar voice and approaching. His own blue, Jaiereth, pads close by, miraculously not tripping the man he stands quite close to. "I figured you'd at least manage to keep out of trouble with a dragon to take care of. Maybe I should send back home for the Twins to get you up in the morning?"

G'dor pauses, a slight chill running down his back at the familiar voice. Slowly the boy turned over a shoulder, brushing the chalky hair away from his face. "No... Rayale what are you doing here?" He hadn't seen him at the impression- of course he hadn't really taken much notice of anyone around him, one of the many things riders found happened during an impression, all their attention was drawn to their egg.

The larger framed, but shorter man absolutely beams at the question, his brown eyes lit up with amusement and no small part of happiness as he kneels down to rub the head of the Blue dragon at his side. "Someone came and picked me up...and then someone picked me out. G'dor...this is Jaiereth."

His mouth fell open as he looked down to the dragon, a handsome beast no doubt. Queth looked between the two, giving a humm of approval.

His says that he is good. The dragon put in, looking up to his rider, You do to. I like him then.

"Good but a Brute." G'dor chuckled, reaching out to clap his foster brother's shoulder, "Well it seems we both lucked out." He motioned to his own dragon, "This is Queth."

"Nice to meet you Queth...but I'm not a brute, he's just too easy to tease." He snorts. "Go figure, even your dragon's taller than mine." He jibes, though he pets the Blue's head affectionally before reaching over to clap G'dor's arm in return.

His likes you...The blue put in. Says he does too...though he thinks you tease too much.

"Coming from you... easy to tease." He snorted, t hrowing his shoulders back as he looped his fingers around his belt, "I didn't get a chance to tell you all that I was leaving. How is... mother taking it?" He always felt odd for calling her that, normally it resulted in a prank from the two hell raisers but seeing as they weren't around he let himself call her by what he felt was appropreate.

"I think...she's proud of you." He says thoughtfuly. "So's Rynna." So was he, but he didn't think G'dor would take it too seriously, coming from him.

He chuckled, "And what about you? Are they proud?" He glanced to the blue, "I don't know much about dragons, but blues are the quickest from what I've heard from idle chit-chat."

"I don't know yet, I don't think they know yet that I actually impressed. The Twins were making jokes that I'd better get a damn big dragon...." He hates being the butt of their current jokes, as shows in the flash in Jaereth's eyes, though he thumps his chest at the self depreciating joke. "I thought the greens were fastest, but I probably know less than you do."

He shrugged a bit, " The extent of my knowlege is based on what I over hear... I know more about leather than I do dragons." He glanced to Queth, "No offense."

I can teach you, mine. Queth put in hopefully, We are not hard to learn.

"Hard enough to keep fed..."

I will be plenty large enough. Jaiereth boasts, lifting his head. And more than fast enough.They will not make jokes when they see us....

"Ought to be worth it though, if you can keep from passing out..." R'ale chuckles. "How are you doing with that?"

"I've not passed out thank you very much." He said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest, "Though sometimes I wish I had... I got second-to-last pick for chores. I just know that I'll be stuck with dishes or some other such nonsense job..."

Queth hummed a bit, turning towards the Wyer bowl. The queen has been caught.

"I don't mind kitchen duty..." R'ale shrugged. "I can cook at least..." He notes, blinking and following his own dragons line of thought, glancing off toward the weyr bowl. Interesting thought that, one day his own brother might have a chance to try and catch the queen, if Queth could beat out the bronzes.

He had been late to the training for two reasons- one was that the other wyerlings didn't bother to wake their snow-capped companion and the other was that he'd stopped to watch the mating flight for longer than he should have. "Well good for him." He nodded.

His is pleased. Queth fanned out his wings a bit, rolling his small shoulders back before folding them up again. A good bronze.

"Think you'll try that someday?" R'ale questions, running his fingers through his hair, which made it look rather toustled. "Who is he? I haven't met the man..." Though his dragon must be pleased as anything...and the man as well...judging by...well. Hm. Leave it at pleased.

"Try... for a queen you mean?" G'dor blushed a bit, which wasn't as obvious as it would have been had his skin been as fair as most people's were, but it was apparent he was a bit uncomfortable with the topic, "Oh uh... Well it's not up to me." He glanced to Queth and smiled sheepishly.

I could catch a queen. Queth snorted, It can happen.

"Careful, I think he'll take that as a challenge to his prowes." R'ale laughed. "Then you'll really be blushing. Tell me you've at least kissed a girl by now...Held hands?"

G'dor cleared his throat again, backing up on impulse, "I don't have time for girls! I have to be responsable." He straightened up and tried to regain some of his lost dignity by giving his brother a sharp look, "You can go skirt-chaising all you'd like but I have more important things to think about."

R'ale rolls his eyes as he stands up. "That translates to "No, Girls have cooties" in little brother speak...You're too shy, G'dor. Especially for someone who actually stands a chance of getting someone's eye. The only eye I'm probably going to catch is if someone mistakes me for an Ox."

"Oh yes...", he rolled his eyes, "I distinctly remember you trying to get a few girls to come speak with me and they were afraid that I was cursed or some other such nonesense." Of course that was the twin's doing again... convincing nearly half the children their age that the reason his skin was dark and his hair was sheer white was because he'd seen a demon of some sort and it had changed him. Nonesesne. "And most girls here seem to like the more... bulky men."

"And taller I imagine." He gestures to indicate the height difference between himself and G'dor. "Besides we're talking about grown ups, not children jumping at fireside tales. I think it would be a lot harder sell to convince people that you're demon spawn around here."

He humphed at that, smirking, "We'll see in time. I've already been questioned about my complexion, I fancy a nice way start to such tales." He sighed, "Have you been to the dining hall? We're out for lunch between classes."

"Briefly, but it's rather been a bit hectic." He admits. "I should probably make sure Rikk gets fed too before he finds something for himself."

"Your little flit." He chuckled, "Oh shells I have a couple of those eggs warming right now." He grunted a bit, "An... after impression gift from one of the harpers."

"Well you're in for a double handful then." He laughs. "Are you sure they liked you?" This of course is just a tease. He's very fond of his Flit, in spite of his capacity for mischief.

G'dor made a cocky sneer at the comment then simply snorted, shaking his head. In all reality, it was nice having his brother there, he was beginning to think he'd be isolated once more. "Well for what it's worth I'm glad to see that you've impressed. It'll be interesting fighting with you."

"That it will." He grins. "Try and wake up in the morning though...or I'll have to start sending Rikk to come and get you."

We'll be in the same barrocks until our personal wyers are finished." He shrugged, "And likewise- only perhaps I'll let Will at you." Oh yes, Will. His small white kitten. One thing could be said for the fishercraft, it was always overrun with felines. G'dor had always been a softie in that respect and always carried around a sac of fish parts- mainly heads and the guts -to feed the many strays. Will was his only real constant, the others crowded his room back home and his master tolerated them as much as could be hoped for. Unfortunately for R'ale- Will wasn't as mindful of his claws.

"If that white monster comes after me I'm going to feed it to Jaiereth..." He threatens, though only half seriously. it would just about kill G'dor, he figures, if something happened to that blasted cat. "I'm not the one with the sleeping in problem..."

"Give me a break, I was tired!" He threw up his arms with a defeated sigh, "But you're right... I guess I'm just trying to adapt..."

You eat now. Queth looked up to his rider, giving a low hum, Your stomach sounds like an angry flit.

G'dor cupped a hand over his gut with a bit of an embarassed glance to the side, "Well thank you for the observation..."  

[Thalion]

Adjusting to this Wyer Buisness
I suppose it's been a bit long between entries. Of course with all the bloody running around this place, trying to find my head among those who are quite comfortable in the wyer, on top of lessons, daily chores and up-keep of my dragon, and the second-east-wanted-chore to attend to for my failure to make it to wyerling lessons on time has given very little desire to waste any of my free time on anything other than sleep. However, today there's a celebration at the main hold and the wyerling lessons were shortened dramatically so we could play waitor for the older riders. Personally, I've never been fond of large groups of people and there's absolutely no desire at all within me to run around playing footman for the senior riders on the one day that I've had in a long time to dedicate to rest, the upkeep of my living quarters (even if it is just a bunk and the space belo it), and my creatures. Queth's already showing signs of growth... my does he eat... it's like he's a walking, winged belly where as after his hunger's been pacified he sleeps the rest of the day. Of course he's no protest to his daily bath and oiling. He claims that my hands feel quite nice on his skin which very well might be true. They're about as rough as the leather I used to work around and I remember hearing dragons quite like a bit of roughness, helps remove dead skin and the like.

In a recent turn of events, my milk-brother, Rayale (though now I must refir to him as R'ale) has come to the wyer through the impression of a charming blue dragonet. I won't admit it out loud but I can't express how relieved I am to have him here. Of my milk-brothers, he matured out of his teasing and childish pranks long ago and actually grew up a decent person- if you can call him grown up. I give him a bit of teasing about his height but only because the teasing of my hair continues to this day. I suppose it's healthy enough for the both of us. We know there's really no foul intent and who doesn't enjoy a good teasing? Well to a point that is... he's been giving me a bit of a hard time on the topic of woman. For one, I'm not one to go about skirt chaising and flirting with every figured beauty that comes my way. I can admire all I'd like but the thought of actually pairing myself up hasn't once crossed my mind. During the hatching festivities I did meet quite the lovely lady- and a crafter to boot -but not once did mating up with her cross my mind.

R'ale on the other hand has no problem, or so it seems, thinking about starting a relationship. Personally I think it too much of a distraction and obligation. I've heard my share of sailors belly aching about trying to please a woman- wheather it be in physical means or mental.

Off that subject... I plan on getting in a bit of my own training on Queth. I was allowed to keep my runner, Torth, and have thought that once Queth can fly on his own that it might be a good idea to take him out more often, have him trail me and Torth to work the muscles in his wings. Browns, afterall, are just a step under the bronze dragons and even have the capability to owning up to their abilities. I have heard stories of browns growing to the size of a small browze and even taking part in flights for the queens- again on the topic of girls... I'm a bit intimidated at the moment just thinking of such a notion... being paired with a woman against my will because of a lusty dragon. Queth assures me he won't fly anyone's dragon that I don't want him to but that's being a bit selfish... I know the dragon believes himself to be quite the charmer- at least that's the impression I get.

Might as well get a jump on those chores, I feel as though I'm in for a scolding for not being there to play waiter...  

[Thalion]

Who is in the Wrong?
I suppose I've gotten a bit immature lately. I was so happy to see that R'ael would be here in the Wyer and that he and I, while completely oblvious to the way sof a wyer, could at least be there for eachother to learn about life here. However, I find that he's the only one I'll really feel comfortable being around, almost too comfortable. I suppose I want to fit in with the groups that he's gotten himself into. A lot of the riders think highly of him and with good reason. I didn't realize it at the time, but looking back I understand that I really was getting brutial with my teasing. At first it was just to be playful, then it became kind of a way to remind him that I was around as well. Finally it became a way to just make myself look more confident than I really am.

It angered him the last time I teased him about speaking to girls. Of course, he always teases me about being so shy with others, I suppose it was my way of getting him back but I did it in front of everyone. To an extent I deserve what he said, he had every right to get angry... but call me a parasite? Shells, that's the worst thing anyone can say to me. What fault is it of mine that I was raised the way I was?

I suppose I shouldn't dwell on it... it's going to rain and the lesson was cut a bit short today. I don't imagine I'll find much rest tonight so I'm not looking forward to the chores I'll be busy with.