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 Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 6:23 pm
Today was a day for exploration! The marble cliffs that made up the Weyr were practically glittering in the sunlight. The breeze off the ocean was filled with that wonderful salty-fresh smell that you could practically taste. And, thankfully, she had no more chores for the rest of the day! So it was the Breanna, with a skip in her step and a tune in her head began to search the various tunnels and hidey-holes that made up Malvren Weyr. She wasn’t quite sure where she was going, in the last two turns she’d been there, she hadn’t quite had the idea of exploring the inside of the weyr for fear of getting into trouble. But there was no clutch on the sands – so no chances of stumbling across a moody gold or crimson dragon – she had actually completed all her chores, asked if there was anything else for her to do and made sure that she was actually able to take the day off… And it wasn’t like she was invading any of the riders’ weyrs. All in all it was rather entertaining. At times she had to slide on her belly to get through some of the smaller passages, but, for the most part, hands and knees and, for the larger tunnels, walking upright sufficed. After a few hours of exploration, she found herself in a large cavern just covered in the pale marbling that decorated the outside of the weyr. How she’d gotten there she wasn’t really sure, though it was the perfect place for a picnic of one! Thus with a grin, she pulled the pack that she had so thoughtfully brought for herself (Tedious though it had been to drag through some of those tunnels with her) and, with an overly dramatic grunt, pulled from it a small hide blanket and the foodstuffs she had taken from the lower caverns earlier. In a few minutes she had set everything out, a few meatrolls, some cheese and some slices of bread (and some tubers that had been part of dinner the night before) then, with a grin she grabbed a meatroll, and started her munching.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:22 am
Every fiber of the harper wanted to be left alone except the day would have none of that planned for her, especially with Mesmer and Fervor tending to her sulky mood. Puffing up her gaunt cheeks Ashmere swatted with her left hand at both of the green pests, she wanted to just be completely alone for just one day! Was that really too much to ask. Apparently both Mesmer and Fervor agreed that it was completely a ludicrous request entirely. Snapping a beaked snout close to the brunette’s ear the oldest of the two greens hissed warningly towards Hers, she didn’t enjoy when the emotional little woman threw swatted at them as if they were some sort of annoyances, that was just rude and a touch silly all at the same time.
“Fine,” Ashmere gave in loudly then repeated in a softer tone towards her two lovelies. “fine, you both win. I concede defeat, come alone then my feline flitters let us go and practice our tuning, I don’t know how much longer I will be wearing harper blues--- we might as well make the best of it while it still lasts.” A hint of sorrow knitted the edges of each word as she spoke them but it was her eyes that denoted fully the true about of pain that she felt. Two turns away from her craft left the sickly frail journeywoman questioning everything that she had ever once knew, she had stood as a candidate and failed to Impress this current turn marked her age has twenty-one and she knew that she would never again feel the warmth of the sands. Yet more importantly she would never again have a chance at being completed.
Tossing her messy brown locks away from her steely gray eyes Ashmere paused for a few moments just long enough for Mesmer to gives her unruly hair a stern talking to followed by snipping and tugging a few of the more dull pieces into place. A sudden croon of pleasure escaped Fervor as she landed albeit a bit too soundly against the petite woman’s shoulder claiming her favored perch, reaching up with a pale hand the untidy brunette caressed the top of the younger green’s neck for just a moment before she collected Mesmer in her arms and began to head towards a location in the Weyr that provided the most amazing acoustics for her singing.
Ashmere had grown to know the Weyr like the back of her hand, granted there were still some places that she had yet to learn every in and out but she knew her way well enough so that getting lost was a very rare occurrence, climbing up onto a solid footing the pixie of a woman panted every so slightly, it wasn’t that she was chubby or out of shape it was the fact that she was fairly underweight and painfully thin that made it difficult for her when it came to exerting vast amounts of energy. Plopping down ungracefully onto the flat surface of the stone Ashmere reclined happily, at least she was away from people. The thought of cheeses and meatrolls clouded her mind for just a moment as one of the two flits pressed the images into her, snapping a cold gray hue open the harper woman glanced towards Fervor whom hopped excitedly along her leg and squawked verbosely.
“You have got to be kidding me,” irritably muttered the brunette with a touch of disdain to her voice, no more than trot away resided a young lass seated upon a hide throw and was busily gnawing away at some sort of sustenance. This was just great, now she couldn’t sing. The tiny hissy snicker that Mesmer let out yet again amazed the thin framed harper, only her flit could managed to mock her by emulating pitches that she had been taught. Such a mean little firelizard she was. Shooting a glare towards the fussy green the woman then found herself sighing a bit as she turned her full attention towards the girl. There was no need to be antisocial especially since she was still wearing her blues. Pulling herself up one foot at a time the longhaired brunette called over to the candidate. “Hello there--- fancy meeting you here young lady!” Merrily greeted Ashmere in a sweetened tone that flooded the cavern and carried crisply.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 3:40 am
Tearing the meatroll open, Breanna looked with hungry eyes at the chunk of cheese before her before quickly tearing of a chunk of the crumbly product and crushing it over the half-open roll. Glancing over the bread she'd set down, she shrugged, before plonking her now cheesy meatroll in the center of a slice and trying to mush the roll and the cheese evenly over the slice. Somewhat engrosed in the wonders that was her self-declared brilliant concoction, it wasn't until her ears caught the soft hiss of another living creature that she actually realised someone else was in the cavern with her. A soft sigh that could barely be picked up by the best of ears was the only other indication of a human's precense before a skinny brunette came into view. leaping up to her feet with a happy grin, Breanna thrust her hand out in response to the greeting. She should have realised that she wouldn't be th eonly one in the cavern, and, after the effort she'd put in that day, it was nice to have someone to talk to. "I was seeing how vast the tunnel system here was." she said merrily, eyes darting to the two green firelizards that adorned the woman. "Didya want something to eat? I don't have much to offer, but it's enough to share around." She did of course mean to offer food to the fire-lizards as well, though she wasn't too sure how to deal with the tiny critters. some of them were really friendly, others however, could be fiercely protective of their bondeds, and, as one would expect, she didn't want to reach out to pet one of them only to get her finger bitten. With an indication that the harper -For who else would wear harper blue at a weyr- shoudl join her, Breanna settled back on the hide blanket, moving the food items around so as to make room. "Name's Breanna. So, you're the weyr harper then?" She said curiously, eyes dancing as she glanced from Flit to Flit to Harper eagerly awaiting their joining in on the not quite feast.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:44 pm
As much as it annoyed her the fact that were was someone in the cavern with her it was also in a strange way welcoming. The candidate rank knot upon the girl’s arm caused a strained smile to flicker across her pale face, there was no animosity towards the lass, none whatsoever however just the sight of the status symbol caused Ashmere to blanch and shift uncomfortably. Clearing her throat some the former-harper forced her expression to brighten as she clasped her hand around that of the younger female’s and gave it a firm shake in greeting.
“Ah, exploring is always a good idea when you have some down time between chores.” knitting her brow together Ashmere retracted her hand, at the mention of food Fervor let out trill of jubilation. Scuttling along on her belly the brightly colored green dragged herself towards the hide blanket letting out unusual squeaks and chirps, oh yes she would certainly be joining the candidate girl for a meal regardless of Hers wanted her to or not; it was food after all there was no harm in a few nibbles. Narrowing her stormy gray hues towards the winged-creature the thinly build woman just let out a ragged sigh. “You will have to ignore her, she is a bit of a beggar. And I do thank you very much for your generous offer. I would adore to accompany you. I am not all that hungry---” She began to explain however before she could even finish her sentence the darker of the two firelizards, her beloved Mesmer squawked loudly into the right side of Ashmere’s face then nipped at her ear threateningly, the tip of her beaked snout clamped painfully on the fleshy curvature causing the wisp of a woman to scrunch and contort her face in silent retort to the action. “Shard it all, Mesmer--- okay, okay, okay, I will eat, jeez!”
That was better, pleased with Ashmere conceding defeat the overly opinionated little green released her hold on Hers, proceeding to smack her snout loudly the female flitter puffed herself up and let out what could only be described as a semi-apologetic croon towards the underfed stick. Grunting with annoyance Ashmere simply coddled the eldest green to her chest after the incident, hating to admit it the little winged beast was right; she needed to eat if she wanted to become fit enough to tend to a wher.
“Oh,” a faint gasp escaped from the pale complexioned woman’s lips, uplifting her dainty hand to her hair she snaked her boney fingers through her messy locks before glancing down at her outfit. Honestly she needed to stop wearing her robes, then again that would take away almost all of her wardrobe. Now that she thought of it, she owned so many blue items of clothing it was actually ridiculous. “Lovely to make your acquaintance Breanna, my name is Ashmere, apprentice wherhandler former journeywoman harper,” the brunette elaborated while lowering herself to the hide blanket with a bit more elegance and grace so as not to seem rude. Reaching over Ashmere grabbed at Fervor and hauled the green into her lap, letting out a sorrowful noise the little firelizard sulked as she was withdrawn from the scrumptious morsels that were only a few inches away from her hungry trap. “This right here is Fervor,” Ashmere introduced the youngest of her set then pointed at her shoulder where the eldest had climbed and perched. “And this is Mesmer. If you want you can hand feed Fervor, she is a social sort, Mesmer on the other hand is a bit mean towards people. She is a bit overly protective of me, I thought she would out grow it when I got her when I was a candidate, but it seems she has only gotten worse. Ah anyhow,” the wherhandler paused for a moment as she started to reach out for a wedge of cheese then halted her motion to meet the stare of the younger girl. “Would you mind if I took this bit? It will be more than plenty for myself and my beasts.”
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