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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 12:07 am
It was beautiful.
The humorous curves of wispy clouds broke upon the horizon, reflecting a white-yellow sun with unmatched elegance. It was a happy sort of blue, a shade lighter than Pern's average cerulean. Cool breaths seeped through chasms of surrounding mountains and grottos, lightening the air. This was not the unfriendly heat of Hatching day, making even the sands less bearable. This was a perfect, sunny day. Lahar never really liked sunny days.
The young man stood, stone faced, beneath a weeping tree, not so far from the market. In his hands he held a leather bound book, it's face faded with age and riddled with prints. Those hands held a reasonable amount of dried mud which had managed to spread up to uncovered elbows and even beneath both alert eyes. Hair tousled and pulled back into a loose, charcoal tail, it was obvious the lad had been working. The light breeze had lessened the red in his cheeks and dried the perspiration gathering upon his brow, but it had not taken the fresh blisters from his now uncovered feet. Lahar's posture was aggressive, even when lengthened lazily against a tree.
He had apparently lost his place and both eyes now focused intently upon the sky above, bits of blue peeking between leafy green boughs. His head had cleared, the dramatics of hatching finally subdued and the familiarities of toil relaxing his uneasy body. Now - rest.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 12:15 am
Aydin, by contrast, rather liked sunny days. He was free from chores for about an hour for lunch - and instead of staying in the Weyr, he'd decided to go for a walk down toward the market and see how this one was different from the one near Harpers' or back home.
He knew that it meant he probably wouldn't get food until later, but that was all right with him. Adventure first, eating later! He laughed quietly at his own thoughts, glancing up to where his green firelizard flit swooped and dove overhead.
The young man's mood was reflected in her happy flight, and Rynin would randomly come to land on his shoulder and croon at him before taking off again. Glancing up, Aydin caught site of someone else standing under a tree and staring up at the sky - apparently lost in a daze.
He shrugged and was about to move on, when Rynin flew over closer to him and kind of chirped curiously. "Rynin!" Aydin scolded, turning to trot over in that direction. "I'm sorry if she's bothering you..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 12:21 am
If he had been a bit more honest with strangers, Lahar would have admitted his oblivious ignorance of the flit. He, after all, was absorbed in his own interests - this flit was not one of them. The voice of another human, though, was far more distracting than the chirp of a flit, and Lahar turned down his eyes in annoyance. This face was familiar, and he may be expected to reciprocate in some way. Closing his book and not-so-gracefully wiping dirty hands upon a surprisingly clean set of trousers, Lahar shooed away the flit with little effort or aggression.
"She couldn't bother a wasp." He remarked, noting the green's small size. They were endearing creatures, but inferior. They sure weren't dragons. There was humor in his tone, perhaps this was sarcasm leering it's snappy head? He kept his hazel eyes on the flit, studying it's rapid, joyous movements.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 2:41 pm
Aydin felt a little flash of annoyance at the way that the other dismissed Rynin, and - picking up on it - she flipped around in the air to hiss at him before Aydin quickly reigned in his emotions. "I think that she could probably eat a wasp," he pointed out though, even while sending calming thoughts at the small green.
Eyeing all the dirt and mud, Aydin glanced up again, "Did you get some kind of particularly nasty chore?" he asked, curious.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 3:13 pm
Turning down his nose at the hissing flit, Lahar did little more than turn his attentions toward it's keeper. He had no reason to be polite to either of them. They were strangers - for all he knew, the kid was a brat and the flit was a moron. The greens often were of little intelligence.
Tucking the red leather book beneath his arm in an attempt to further clean the dried muck from his hands, Lahar offered a subtle nod. "You could say so - not like it was difficult, though." Actually, cleaning out the runnerbeast stables was tiring, and left a nasty ache in both his back and feet, but men never complained about such things - especially not their duties. Fortunately, the muck clinging to his appendages was only mud... "Don't you have chores, today?" He replied, expecting less speed from the younger candidates.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 6:11 pm
"Yea, I do but I've got an hour for lunch and I wanted to go and see the market," Aydin replied easily with a nod. Sure, the other was maybe a bit ... abrupt, but the young Harper didn't really think Lahar was actively trying to be rude. This was just... the way he acted.
Just to keep things from getting out of hand, though, Aydin quickly "suggested" to Rynin that maybe she'd like to go back to the Weyr and visit the other flits there for a while. Happy enough to leave the company of someone who didn't appreciate her, the little green chirped once, then disappeared between.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 9:20 pm
As the flit flickered out of sight, seemingly in a huff, Lahar became better focused on his counterpart. He was short - but it seemed appropriate for his age. The shade of his skin led Lahar to believe he was more active in the sun than previously thought, and that did earn him a grain of respect. Him and he, how inappropriate, and the older of the two quickly broke through a layer of sensibility. "I don't recall ever meeting you, what is your name?" By now the lad's hands were wiped clean, revealing a light olive complexion and a nice cluster of callouses.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:23 pm
"Oh, sorry. I'm Aydin. My brother and I got here right before the Hatching and then ... we ... we couldn't really go to it. So we haven't met nearly everyone else yet," Aydin replied at that, glancing down at the dirt when he admitted they hadn't been at the Hatching.
Maybe if they had, they wouldn't keep running into people who had no idea who they were. From what he could tell, most of the others had at least Stood, so they'd seen one another before, if not met formally.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 3:25 pm
Fortunately for Aydin, Lahar hadn't met many of his Weyrmates, and his sudden arrival was neither noticed nor interesting to the young man. Not that he wasn't familiar with their faces and names, he simply didn't care to put in the effort of pushing the two together. He hadn't any friends. Chances are, if Aydin had been bedded right beside Lahar, he still wouldn't have been able to place him and would have considered this their first meeting anyway. 'Brother' seemed to catch Lahar sooner than any of the other phrases -
Without pausing to introduce himself, Lahar continued. "What family do you come from - you and your brother?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 12:11 pm
"Oh, our family lives down near Southern Hold... they're fruit farmers," Aydin answered easily. "We've got an older brother too and a younger sister. Which is probably why our parents didn't mind so much when we wanted to go to Harper's."
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 7:09 pm
So, he was a Harper? An admirable profession for a girl...but at least it took a bit of brains. One couldn't haphazardly strike the strings of an instrument and create something decent, after all. And from a family of farmers, no less, hard workers - dependable with a tendency toward thickness. The taller of the two finally shifted his weight from the tree, amused by his counterpart. He hadn't even asked for his name - quite uncommon. The amusement failed to shine through his liquid hazel eyes, still squashed beneath furrowed brows.
Continuing his assault, Lahar issued his standard set of questions, "You do want to stand on the sands, yes?" He began, giving little room for answer. "What do you think you should impress, Aydin of near Southern Hold?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:32 pm
Aydin blinked at that question - not quite understanding why he was being asked. And also wondering now if the other was trying to be rude. He didn't really think so but... the shorter male sighed. He wasn't about to start a fight over it.
"I really have no idea," he answered honestly, smiling just faintly. "I would... be happy just to Impress at all. What about you... one whos name I don't even know?" The bit tagged to the end was laced with a slight teasing tone - hoping to draw the other out a bit more.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 11:01 pm
The taller of the two shook his head lightly and for a moment considered passing on a name not his own. He couldn't very well bother the lad without pleasantries, regardless of his morals. "Lahar -" he began, leaning away from the youth. "...will Impress...in time. To protect the Hold." He didn't dare fawn over the idea of watching his dragon sprawled upon the sands, taking hulking steps toward his mine, eyes alight and heart full. He didn't dare express the joy he might feel in finding his other half...not aloud.
His expression, stern and tight lipped, proposed him nothing more than a stubborn lad filled with a bit too much of himself.
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