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 Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 5:37 pm
Weyrling Barracks
Row upon row of beds, row upon row of dragon couches. The weyrlings get little privacy in their training year, but all's the better for them to stay under the watchful eye of their weyrling Master.
The boys room is the largest, each weyrling provided with a bed and chest for their belongings. The girls room is similar, but smaller, and located right beside the boys.
Description by Chayse
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 9:54 pm
N'tren made his way to the bed that belonged to him and Datiath. Someone had thoughtfully left a container of salve by each bed. Gently placing his bronze down, he opened up the jar and smelled it.
"This stuff doesn't smell to pleasant. Hold still so I can completely cover your hide."
Please hurry! I itch very much.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:15 pm
After a quick trip to his own quarters not far from the barracks, L'mur and green Saranth entered the barracks. "Saranth wanted company," he explained, holding a similar jar of oil.
I wish to be oiled, Saranth corrected. I do not mind company.
L'mur rolled his eyes and pushed up his sleeves. "Well, she wanted to be oiled, and I wanted company," he grinned. Saranth stretched out and lay her wedge-shaped chin on L'mur's leg.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:20 pm
N'tren handed him the jar of salve and gave a grin. He already had a good amount in his hands and was working on Datiath's hind quarters. He could hear the little bronze crooning happily, his eyes lidding over.
"I enjoy company myself. I feel weird when I am alone."
You are never going to be alone again. I am you and you are me. And together we shall fly.
Chuckling, N'tren watched as L'mur started to oil Saranth. "And I guess you were never alone? Have you always heard dragons?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:23 pm
Saranth nearly purred with the pleasure. I itched. This helps, she affirmed.
L'mur gave her an extra scratch along her jawline as he smoothed the oil over her dark green hide. "No, actually, it's been fairly recently. Around the time Ariath flew, I think."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:27 pm
Kirana wandered into the Weyrling barrack after them, yelping as he flits sieged her, "Guuuuys!" Kirana whined, waving them way as she moved over to Laneth and flopped down next to her spring green weyrling, the tiny dragon leaning up and settling her muzzle on Kirana's thigh, studying the others in the room.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:29 pm
"I think I arrived just after the flight. I do remember everyone being in a tizzy when I arrived. Feeling better, love?"
His voice had switched to dragon-tone and was full of love/pride. Taking some more salve from the jar, N'tren now worked on the mid-section of his dragon which was full from the feast he had found.
So full. The itching has stopped, though I liked being oiled.
"Do all the dragons sound different in your head?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:44 pm
L'mur nodded a greeting at Kirana and Laneth. "I'm rather surprised my pair aren't in here as well," he mused. They eat Saranth informed her rider.
"Oh," he said out loud. "She says they're eating," he relayed. L'mur continued to work the oil into the smooth hide. It felt wonderfly warm under his hands.
"Hm? Yes, they do. Mostly like their riders, I've noticed. Datiath sounds like you."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:49 pm
Waving to Kirana and Laneth, N'tren set Datiath down into the soft covers and watched him settle in. Rubbing his hands on an old rag so as not to mess up his Gather clothes, N'tren stood up and stretched.
"Saranth is a girl. Does that mean she sounds like you would if you were a girl? And I wonder if Datiath's voice will change when mine does?"
Walking over to Kirana and Laneth, he gave the green a friendly rub on the head. "Is it just me or do they all seem so perfect?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:57 pm
"They're all perfect," Kirana said, smiling at Laneth leaned into N'tren's hand, rumbling happily before settling her head back on Kirana's leg.
You were right, Mine. He's very sweet, Laneth's voice rumbled. He has a good heart. I can feel it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 11:03 pm
"Maybe she sounds how I did before my voice changed. I was a boy soprano at the Hall."
Of course we are perfect, Saranth retorted, blowing air out of her nostrils with a huff.
L'mur laughed and mimicked his dragon's inflection perfectly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 11:07 pm
"Oh, were you a Harper then? Did you get a chance to sing at events and such?"
Patting Laneth on the head, he walked back over to where Datiath was snoozing contently. Stiffling a yawn, he collapsed onto the bed. He wanted to sleep but he wanted to keep talking as well. "Did you and Kirana come from the same hall?"
This time he did yawn as he made himself comfortable on the bed.
((If I dont post back, I went to bed guys. It is 2 am for me.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 11:26 pm
((Okies. <3))
Kirana chuckled, "I was at a Fishercraft Hall before I was sent here, so even if L'mur and I did both come from the Hall at first, there was very little possibly we would have run into each other. Harper Hall is a rather large place."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 11:31 pm
"Yes, I was a second-year journeyman when I was Searched, over a Turn ago. I didn't Impress, but I liked the Weyr, so I stayed." L'mur stretched out on the floor with Saranth, his hands pillowing his head.
You were very smart to stay, Saranth told him lovingly.
"Of course, love," he murmured, hugging the little green around the neck.
((I'll probably wander off soon too))
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 11:47 am
"Well, occassionally a rider would stop at my parents' hold for supplies or to ask for a herd beast to feed his dragon. And with my not being the eldest, it was either learn a craft or get a wife someday. But I think I always wanted to be a rider. I never hoped for a bronze!"
Giving his dragon the most loving and affectate looks, N'tren sighed happily. He had never expected to Impress, much less be honored to have Datiath. The lad was almost sure that he would eventually be kicked out of the kitchens to learn a real craft.
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