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 Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 8:31 pm
In all honesty, Igen was one big pain in the a**. With the rare exception of a level headed and intelligent individual, most of the people, and dragons, occupying this Weyr in the middle of nowhere had less than an ounce of intelligence. Really. It was almost as if there was something wrong with being a female rider and not having a gold. Why on earth would she want a gold? Haanyath was obviously far superior to any gold.
T'ka was out of things to do. And she wasn't in the mood for attempting to make friends. No thanks. Not many of the people here were what she considered friend material. There was Gh'lan and...Gh'lan. But that was alright. She had Haanyath, and in truth, the moody green was the only company the former smith needed. Well, Haanyath and Xythe and Daeok. Those mischievous little flits. No doubt they were getting into trouble at the moment, see as they weren't assaulting her, begging for attention and food. That was fine. She would let them be somebody elses problem for a while. She wanted to relax.
Not that sitting on a rock outside, baking in the heat was very relaxing, but...it was nicer than being cooped up with those idiots inside. She twirled a strand of hair around her hand. Hair that was becomingly progressively lighter as she spent more and more time in the sun.
<> T'ka noted to her dragon, for conversations' sake. She'd been quiet for hours now, Haanyath had been asleep previously, and T'ka was itching for a social outlet, even if she wouldn't admit it. From her rock chair, she looked up, spotting the ledge that Haanyath lay on, looking like some bizarre, misshapen green cluster against the rock face. <>
If T'ka found Igen troublesome, Haanyath found it unbearable. What was WRONG with all of the dragons here? Hadn't they seen a green with attitude before? What was with all these uppity bronzes and golds, thinking they were hot stuff. They greens and blues were the backbone of the Weyr, why were they lying down and tolerating all of this? Haanyath had many a fight here already, mostly screaming, snarrling, and stomping. She was not ready to play the damsel, sweet green. She was Haanyath, she was ferocious, and she demanded respect!
Needless to say, she was often a lot grumpier than usual these days. Lounging on a rock ledge, she glared about with red eyes. Basking spots had to be guarded, some of the higher colors seemed to be under the false impression that they could take her spot just because she was green. As if! Feeling her human's relative calm helped a little. Still, Haanyath wasn't Haanyath without a bit of a temper. <> she complained, rolling over onto her side, and opening one eye halfway, the secondary lid remaining closed. Really, she wasn't quite ready to get up yet.
<> T'ka teased mildly, so as not to upset Haanyath any more than was necessary.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 1:05 am
Mine, there is a green I do not recognize in my spot. Rakthath was taking an awfully broad view of the possessive my, in this case just meaning "the spot I was intending to take because there usually isn't a bigger dragon there." The rangy blue was flying at a reasonable distance above Haanyath, circling to eye her curiously.
J'lan, indoors and busy looking over a scroll he'd managed to borrow, didn't pay the insistent mindvoice much heed at first. No need to be rude, love. If she got there first...
A note of impatience now in Rakthath's tone. Not the point, mine! It is a green I don't recognize. Someone new.
That caught his attention. J'lan hastily gathered up his things, politely but swiftly excusing himself to make his way towards where his bonded was. Damn, damn, if only he was closer... You're sure it's not just someone you don't remember?
I see greens every day! I might not know all their names, but I would know if I had seen anyone with markings like hers.
Ever since the news had come in about the new transfers from Ista, J'lan had been... curious, naturally, but more than that even. He'd never been to any other Weyr. The searchrider had taken him directly from his crafthall to Igen, and he'd never had the opportunity to visit any of the others. And, from the rumors circulating, Ista was very different. Enough so to cause a share of friction, in some cases... J'lan, for his part, had a wealth of questions. He sent a swift thank you to Rakthath and received a wordless wave of pleasure in response; if the green was on her own, perhaps Hers would be nearby, and J'lan would have the opportunity to talk to an Istan rider one-on-one, without any interference from higher-ranking riders.
Dropping, Rakthath landed, rumbling softly as he approached dragon and rider with an easy gait. A blue-green, faceted gaze flicked from Haanyath to T'ka curiously, though there was perhaps some confusion in his expression. Was this girl a rider? How odd. Well, there were greenriders at Igen, not too many, but enough; it wasn't an impossible occurrence. He greeted Haanyath with his usual straightforward manner. Hello. I am Rakthath, and you are in the spot I was going to take, but you can have it. This gesture of grudging magnanimity resolved, he continued, Are you from Ista? I think Mine wants to talk to Yours.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:19 pm
Haanyath opened her eyes, and shifted onto her stomach, and while she retained her relaxed posture, she surveyed this strange blue with wariness. If he thought he could kick her out of this spot, he had another thing coming. Thankfully, he seemed willing to concede it to her, which Haanyath only felt was right. She had been here first, after all, and it wasn't like there were a lack of good sunbathing spots, out here in the desert.
<> she informed. Almost with a sense of humor. Almost. She yawned, animatedly, to offer the blue a flash of white teeth in the sun. Haanyath was very proud of her teeth. They were very nice, very sharp, and very large. They were also good for snapping. Unfortunately, Hers didn't approve very much of that. The last time Haanyath had hissed and snapped at someone, it had been a little girl, who would probably suffer a mild fear of dragons, or at least Haanyath, for the rest of her life. T'ka had given her quite a talking to after that, but still...such nice teeth couldn't be wasted, they were too nice to be used solely for the mundane purpose of eating.
<> Haanyath, even for a dragon, didn't have a very great memory. She couldn't recall that Ista was, in fact, her previous residence. However, she did recall that she lived someplace else before Igen, seeing as she was well aware Igen was sub-par, so she dug through her few memories to see what she could come up with. <> Not that she cared about helping. Really, why did it matter if she came from Ista or not? It was silly either way. Ista or Igen, Weyrs were just Weyrs. Haanyath was happy as long as she had her rider. Nothing else mattered.
T'ka, in her mind, felt Haanyath's stirring emotions as they woke. <> she questioned. If she could stop tantrums before they started, it saved everyone a lot of trouble.
<> T'ka only sighed and rubbed her head, although she had to admit, sometimes it was amusing, seeing the world through a dragons eyes. Haanyath really couldn't recall that they their previous residence was named Ista?
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<> Haanyath relayed the information to Rakthath that yes, She was from Ista, and that she was a transfer.
T'ka offered Rakthath a wave. "Hello Rakthath," she greeted, because really, she had a lot easier time with dragons than with people. She couldn't say dragons were better mannered, goodness knows she had first hand experience that that wasn't true, but dragons...well, they were for the most part easier than people. It probably also helped that she couldn't hear them, and that if they wanted to reply to her, they had to relay the message to Haanyath first, and Haanyath was, well...she censored all but the basic bits out.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 11:27 pm
Rakthath snorted, settling back on his haunches to eye Haanyath and T'ka. Funny, with all the noise that the riders were making about other Weyrs, he had expected them to... well, be different, or at least look different. Something to justify the amount of fuss. Sure, Haanyath's attitude wasn't something he'd encountered before in a green... And it looked like Haanyath's was a girl, and that was weird, but it wasn't like girls never Impressed at Igen. They just weren't as good at their job as the men -- which made perfect sense to Rakthath, because J'lan was a man, and no one could be as good a Mine as J'lan.
...and self-preservation instinct was kicking in to inform him he really shouldn't tell Haanyath that. She wouldn't like it much, even if everyone said it. And His seemed to want him to be polite... Not his strong suit, but he was willing to give it a valiant effort. You are not much like the greens I know, though they are from eggs too, he told Haanyath. Also their teeth are not so impressive. Compliments! Everyone loves compliments, right? And he couldn't help but notice that pointed yawn.
At the sound of a human voice addressing him, Rakthath perked up, and bent his head down to examine T'ka at close range. He tilted his head to get a good look with one great, faceted eye, then let out a pleased whuff of breath, as if satisfied. Tell Yours I say hello, too.
Even if J'lan didn't already know where Rakthath was, his size and distinctive dark coloring made him easy to spot from a long way off. One arm still wrapped around the scroll, spectacles slightly askew, he increased his pace as he saw Rakthath's head bend down towards... oh, something, was that the rider? He hoped not, not everyone appreciated getting so up close and personal with a dragon's nose. Once he was where he judged to be within sight, he waved.
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