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 Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 4:17 pm
"Well?"
Dith circled slowly towards the ground, eventually alighting beside his rider and letting out a heavy sigh. "It's... Fine." It was fine. It was quite nice even. He liked the view, and how the Weyr was cut out of a mountain.
"It's a dead volcano, actually, and to be specific this is a caldera," F'al supplied, rubbing at a rough patch on his lifemate's foreleg. Dith was still growing like crazy; he was going to be a real brute when he reached adulthood... Well, a skinny brute anyway.
"Thanks" Dith grumbled, pulling his leg back out of reach, "knowing this is a caldera, and that I'm built like an underfed blue makes me feel so much better." Part of him wished he was still small enough to sit on his rider without fear of hurting him; it had been a pretty effective way to shut him up.
...Hu. "Well, what's wrong with this place then?" He had thought that Dith would fall in love with it on first sight; it was where they belonged... Wasn't it? Had he made a mistake?... No. Not possible. They would both get so much more respect here than they ever would have got back at Ghenza and, more importantly, Dith would get more acceptance. Nobody here would spit on him for being a 'traitor' or choosing a 'dirty' outsider to be His. He had made the right choice for them; Dith was just being difficult.
"Nothing's wrong with it." The large brown let out another sigh and flopped down on his belly, dropping his head onto his forefeet. "Like I said, it's fine."
"...Well then. Fine." He knew Dith was holding something back from him, but the lanky beast had long ago learned to shut him out of his mind when he chose to. He could do the same thing, of course, but while his lifemate seemed to be able to read his face like a Harper penned scroll, all he could tell was that his dragon wasn't happy, and that was only thanks to the nature of draconic eyes... "Are you going to enlighten me then? If this place is 'fine', then why all the sighing?"
"Mrrr," Dith let out a low rumble along with the mental 'vocalization'. "Let me think about it," he went on eventually, "and I'll tell you when I've worked it all out in some kind of coherent form, okay?"
At this point, F'al let out a sigh of his own. "Fine," he said aloud, "but in the meantime, shall I get on with oiling you? If you recall, I was just coming out with everything when you went for another look around at the place."
Dith turned his eyes on the large bucket of oil, and his eyes brightened a notch. "...Yes. Alright. Thanks. I itch, and that never helps the mood."
"Believe me," F'al muttered as he dipped a soft brush into the oil, "I know all about that by now."
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 2:34 pm
Naia had her nose buried in her mending. It was one of the few 'chores' that she was good at, to take up her time between one weyrling lesson or another, and to try and keep her nose (and Cusith's nose) out of trouble. Both of them had an almost insatiable curiosity for knowledge- but where the large Cusith had four legs and a grip on things, Naia was a bit of an extremist- only, of course, when it came to knowing everything. She wanted to know something? Then by Faranth, she would reach out and choke grab the answer with both hands. It was interesting, Cusith sometimes thought, how Hers wasn't like other humans who wanted to know everything. Most would try and be friendly in their pursuit of knowledge. 'Get in good' with the people, as Weyrlingmaster Harna had told Naia. Get in good with your fellow Weyrlings.
Naia didn't bother. No, instead she would push, and she would poke, and she would bare her 'teeth' (not literally) at them until they took a step back, and what little pieces of information she did get would be lorded over any heads she hadn't driven away with her acerbic tongue. It was interesting, considering the bluerider Cusith had met once, one Naia hated with a passion that bordered on adoration. If that made sense. Tethis was her Naia's sister, the rider of Blue Feylith, at the Other place. The Telgar place. Cusith had never been, but Feylith had spoken of it while His visited with Hers. His body language had been a puzzle, watching him with his rider making it even more so. Naia spoke of her sister in a voice like vinegar, smelly words dripping from her throat. And at every turn, Cusith saw Hers trying to be very unlike her sister. Where one walked with a mannish gait, the other was prim, nose in the air. Where one wore as much bright color as she could fit on her person, the other stuck with simple, staid colors. Where one was short, it was probably Naia who had made herself grow tall, just so they would look less alike. Where Tethis let her hair grow long, (Feylith called it an attempt to shove her gender down the throats of all who disliked female riders,) Naia chopped it to her chin. As one was friendly, bordering on over-sharing, the other was terse, to the point, and perfect. (Only Cusith could think such a thing about Naia.)
The determined attempts to be the opposite of a woman who Naia barely knew anymore amused the green dragon, whose tail was twitching as she watched Hers stabbing into the cloth she was repairing. Maybe this, too, was a way of trying to stand out? Lime-colored eyes whirled out over the Weyr from their position, taking in who was coming, going, or milling around in-between. A familiar-looking brown dragon, long and lanky, caught the green's eye. That one was Dith, she recalled. The Weyrling and dragon pair, or one of them, from Gheza. Hers had been wanting to ask questions of His, and the other two who had come, but the opportunity had not risen outside of classes where the girl could ask. It would please Hers if she could ask the questions.
Dith? Her mind-voice was deeper than Naia's voice. Even in her head, Cusith's voice was as barrel-chested and deep as what came from her throat. Would you or yours mind sparing some of your free time? Mine is curious about this Ghenza that you hatched from.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:03 am
"Humm?" Somebody was addressing him, but it took him a moment to shake himself back to awareness from the vague stupor of pleasure a good oiling brought on. "Oh, sure, I'd be glad to," he responded once he managed to focus his attention. "Mine's giving me an oiling out in the weyrbowl, feel free to come join us." It would be nice to talk about home... about Ghenza. A lot of people just didn't seem interested in the place.
"Thank you for consulting me," F'al's mental voice was cool as he addressed his dragon; he'd only just caught wind of what the lanky brute was up to.
"If you don't like it, you can leave," Dith replied huffily, "but I'm going to talk to them. I would have thought you might have enjoyed sharing your knowledge of the place too, but if not, then fine."
Sighing slightly, F'al dipped his brush back into the oil and set about another rough patch. "Don't get all adolescent and grouchy with me," he said flatly, "I'll talk to them, I just would have appreciated you asking me." Egh. Dragons.
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