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 Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 9:29 pm
The fork dangled between her lips as she eyed the twins with an amused expression, lifting the utensil away from her lips Quindrife simply tore her stare away from the duo and dropped her gaze towards the clinging flit that burrows his snout under her chin hiding away from the crowd of strangers that surrounded him; such a sweet shy boy he was. Ripping and grinding the cutlet of meat against the flats of her teeth the awkwardly built tomboy pushed the mush onto her tongue once it was fine enough then pinched it between her thumb and forefinger. Rolling the slop against her fingers the lanky candidate nudged her angular chin along the top of His Lovely Majesty’s brow, a frightened chirp escaped from the brown’s beaked snout and instantly the dainty tidy lad and his strapping yet unkempt counter part were far away and lost into the background.
“Hey, no, no it is okay my love,” Quindrife’s voice was soothing and ever so feminine as she spoke towards the firelizard, bumping his snout against her lips the little brown gave a chirp and coiled his tail around the back of His bonded one’s neck as tightly as he could manage. His little frame trembled helplessly. “My perfect little darling, don’t be scared, I am here to protect you my love. Yours is here for you, always, no need to be upset, come lets get you nice and pudgy, a full tummy will make you fill better. Open your little snapper.” Pulling her girlish face away from her flit Quindrife puckered her lips and kissed the side of his neck. Lifting the mashed paste towards the flit’s mouth the teen made subtle gentle encouraging noises at the winged-beast, as he took the nourishment from her long slender fingers the ugly flitter crooned sheepishly towards His then noisily smacked and chewed the meat. Tearing her eyes away from her hatchling the lean figured tomboy brought her attention back towards the twins as Iarodan and Iaman took turns talking. Repeating her actions over and over until the flit was satisfied Quindrife finally used the fork to shove a mouthful of tubers into her mouth and began to feed herself lazily, as if the action of giving herself food was something unimportant
“It seems you both were Searched just in time. I was getting bored ,” she gave the pair a charismatic grin that sprawled across her visage in a way that only a true mischief-maker could manage. The expression lit her eyes and brightened her sharp facial features, genuinely the girl seemed to be grateful for the presents of the duo. The next bit that she spoke was in a tone that she hadn’t bothered to force in the longest stint of time. Puffing her chest with false bravado the brunette snubbed the side of nose then uplifted her half empty mug. “We don’t need to imagine being a-dragonback, cause mates come the next clutch we will be Riders of Pern! Here is to us lot Impressing and being the best sharding riders ever seen!”
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 11:01 pm
It wasn't until Quindrife mentioned Impression one more time that a sudden and rather jarring thought flitted across Iaman's mind. Indeed, to the point where he dropped his fork onto his plate with a clatter, shock written all over his expressive (no matter how much he tried not to be) face. What if he Impressed the queen? His secret would be out. It would be over. What would he do? What if people were angry with him for lying? Would they understand? Would they throw him out? His face flushed and the tension grew in his shoulders as he approached panic.
Iarodan cleared his throat, trying desperately to focus Quindrife's whole attention on himself so he wouldn't notice the sudden need to bolt far, far away in his brother's eyes. "Hear, hear!" He forced himself to cheer gaily, throwing his mug in the air to clink loudly against their new friend's. "Let's work hard to Impress, and then be the best dragonriders of all time! We'll save Pern from Thread, for sure! It'll be great, we'll learn to fly, and chew firestone and flame! I wonder how we'll practice that. Will they throw a bunch of ribbons in the air for us to burn?" He made himself laugh, the sound coming out just a tad strangled as he searched for more words to fill the air with. "Oh, and Flight. Won't that be something!?"
Iaman choked, and sputtered, and coughed.
And bolted.
It happened so quickly, even Iarodan took a minute to catch up - one minute, Iaman was there beside him - awkward, but there. The next, nothing was left but a fork, a plate, and a space where the bench had been pushed out. He was out the door before anyone could say a word.
"I, uh, I'm really sorry... Please, don't take it personally. He's really weird." Iarodan grasped for an explanation that wouldn't leave their lunch companion offended...
And shot off after Iaman.
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