|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 12:38 pm
It was rare that she found herself with any free time at all, but La's schedule seemed to have changed. She had been slated a few days previous for latrine duty after a bit of a mishap with one of the other Senior Weyrlings (how were they to know what was and wasn't allowed when it came to mudslinging while bathing dragons?), but the sudden surplus of Candidates to do that chore had gotten her out of it. A few quick words had gotten her into the Healers' rooms instead, and a morning of rolling bandages was simple; she was done remarkably early.
Isonth, who had come in to explore the Healers' section of the Weyr on La's insistence that she know what it look like now so if anything horrible ever happened she wouldn't be unfamiliar with or scared of it, had spent the morning dozing, and was ravenous. Even as La sighed and walked her down to the Herdbeasts' pens to see if she could beg a wherry cull off one of the beastcrafters, she was projecting a strong desire for food into La's head.
Lanamine, I am huuuuuuuuuungry, she whined, flaring her wings and fixing La with adorably open mouth and whirling orange eyes like she used to when she was a hatchling. When La merely gave her an unimpressed look, she huffed loudly and gave a soft trumpet, startling a small herd of bovines into alarmed motion. La put her hands on her hips and glared, and Isonth ducked her head sheepishly. I am sorry, she said, but she didn't much look it, and certainly didn't feel it in La's head.
La sighed, gave her a few more seconds of glare for good measure, and then shook her head and thumped Isonth on the neck. You're not a hatchling anymore, Isonth. You're grown enough that you needn't eat all the time. I'll see if I can get you anything, but you're not supposed to be fed til later. "Besides, you know that the dragons have rations," she added aloud as they turned past one of the pens.
But Lanamiiiiiiine...
"I'll see what I can do."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 7:13 am
Rations. Rations did not make Ialluth a happy dragon. Yes, she was little, but that didn't mean the green didn't like food! She didn't mind waiting a few days, but this was getting ridiculous. She warbled loudly to Hers, the sound echoing through their weyr as the female presented her hunger to Hers. When F'sey growled and tried to ignore her, she simply presented him with more feelings of emptiness, weakness, miiiiisery, woooooe.
Ialluth, stop that. F'sey looked up from the cards he was working with and gave his dragon a sharp look. We'll go down. Just hang on a-
Ialluth had already made her way our of their weyr, halfway to the pens in the time it took F'sey to stand. Her eyes whirled red with the very thrill of hunting and she did not waste any time swooping down, plucking a fine buck from the front of the herd. His neck was snapped the moment her claws wrapped around him and with a few great flaps of her wings, the small green settled onto one of the perches and began to tear into the beast. Blood smeared everywhere, but she could worry about that later.
F'sey arrived a few minutes later, just in time to watch his dragon dismantle the beast. He sighed, looking around for a place to supervise.
Go say hello to that weyrling.
"I don't-"
GO.
F'sey muttered and strolled over to the teenager and her patchy green, careful to keep his distance from the youth. "...you know what you're doing, weyrbrat?" he called. She looked a little lost.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 12:33 pm
The presence of another green so suddenly startled La, but Isonth was only too eager to watch the adult green as she dove in and made the neat kill. Eyes whirling blue in excitement, and occasionally flickering red with hunger, she eyed Ialluth curiously while La glanced around, hoping to catch sight of one of the beastcrafters that she knew. Isonth let her and trotted off toward Ialluth, watching her curiously and wanting very, very much to say hello. But she knew well enough that it wasn't appropriate to interrupt a meal, and instead plopped herself down while Ialluth's approached Hers.
The question made La tense just a bit, but she eased up after an instant and finished her casual look-around before she actually made to face the dragonrider. "Grew up in Ista Hold, actually," she answered cheerily, turning around and then stopping dead as she saw the person to whom her flippant words had been addressed. Oh shards. "Oh," she said briefly, remembering her last encounter with F'sey and praying he didn't remember much of it. "Good afternoon, F'sey," she went on, barely missing a beat and making the effort to keep her words just as chipper as the first few had been.
"I know what I'm doing, but in truth, I probably ought not be here. Isonth doesn't eat until tonight." She glanced down, wondering precisely how F'sey was going to take the remainder of what she was about to say. "I was just looking for one of the boys who work with the wherries. Was hoping I'd be able to beg a cull off them." She shrugged sheepishly, and glanced at Isonth. "I know I ought not to, but she slept all morning and now she's hungry. Very noisily so."
That would be because I haven't been fed today, Lanamine, Isonth pointed out, looking over her shoulder before glancing back at Ialluth. I do not like these rations, she said with distaste, snorting softly and rearing back onto her haunches to get her head higher so she could better look at Ialluth.
"Nobody does," La sighed in response. "Isonth, if you're going to stare, which you shouldn't, because it's rude, at least introduce yourself, first!" she called as an afterthought, shaking her head at her little dragon's apparent neglect of manners. Isonth looked back at her and then ducked her head, ashamed.
Oh, I am sorry, she began quickly. I am Isonth. Mine is Lanakirene, which is too long, I think.
La shook her head and rubbed her face at the dragon's words. It wasn't the word-vomit that some of the other dragons seemed to achieve, but it was certainly a bit much, in La's opinion.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 5:55 am
F'sey smiled like the cat with the canary when the weyrling realized whom she was actually speaking with. Adjusting his ponytail, he watched as the young woman (he remembered her quite well now; that weyrbrat he bumped into two hatchings ago and couldn't quite determine the gender) with arms folded across his chest. "Good day, Lanakirene."
He tossed his head and nodded towards the woman, walking over slowly as he listened to his dragon ramble on about how lovely her meal was, how happy she was F'sey took her out, so forth, so forth. "Ialluth does not mind the staring," he commented idly. "She likes the little ones. And she likes attention," he added, wryly. It was probably why she got on with Ceylith so well. They focused on each other and babbled like biddies.
That is not very nice. And without another word she stood and leapt off her perch, swooping down and grabbing another large buck in her talons, snapping his neck with no effort at all. She liked a good hunt, but Ialluth very rarely played with her food. Flapping her wings, she brought it back to her perch and tore into it, raising her head to eye the youngling speaking to her.
Why hello there! I am Ialluth and Mine is F'sey, and we are very pleased to meet you. She ripped into the beast, warm blood dripping from her muzzle as she tore muscle from bone. Oh! Her manners. Are you hungry, youngling?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 4:45 pm
Well...that was a distinctly unsettling expression. While she had the presence of mind to not immediately shy away from the look F'sey gave her, La couldn't help an inward shudder at the look. F'sey wasn't necessarily scary, but it still didn't benefit anyone to get on his bad side. Which was, as far as she could tell, all of his sides. But as long as he seemed to be in a good mood, she wasn't going to flee. He had even greeted her, so she considered herself lucky and didn't push it.
"I'm glad she's not offending her," she said quietly, watching Ialluth with interest as she dove on another herdbeast. Someday Isonth would be able to do that. La liked the idea. "But all the same, I don't want her being seen as rude by some queen someday and getting us both in trouble." She shrugged. Whether or not a behaviour offended a specific person, it was best to curtail it before it became a problem. Putting her hands on her hips, she watched the two dragons and shook her head. At least Isonth was learning. Or, she hoped so.
Indeed, Isonth would not forget herself again. Snorting softly, she watched Ialluth's next kill eagerly, listening to the words as well. We are very pleased to meet you as well, Ialluth, she answered brightly, giving La a mental nudge. Lanamine, tell Ialluth's that we are pleased to meet him and Ialluth? she asked, eagerness to please dripping in every syllable. Laughing, La shook her head.
"Isonth wants me to say we're pleased to meet you two," she said. It was a trifle awkward, in her own mind, but she wasn't going to argue it. Isonth was using her manners and La couldn't very well forget her own.
At the offer, Isonth's eyes whirled red and she sat up on her haunches, regarding Ialluth and her meal hungrily. I am, she answered hesitantly, unsure of precisely how to go about this. Was Ialluth offering to her? What should she do? Quandry!
La, shaking her head, sent soothing thoughts to her and rubbed the side of her face. Hush, Isonth. Nothing to stress yourself about.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:14 am
It would have made F'sey happy to know his crooked little smile made Lanakirene want to recoil, that was precisely the point of such a grin. He was aware that, being as small as he was (how did most of these female candidates end up towering over him at six feet?), it was hard to actually look scary, but he'd had plenty of time to convince himself it just made him that much scarier when her actually attacked. Verbally, of course Though were a few men he wouldn't mind socking it to.
"Yes, well, Queens are strange beasts. Ialluth has put up with me every day for the past twenty turns. I think Isonth is fine." It would be quite alarming if the patchy green weyrling could rival his levels of rudeness. But as it were, Isonth was bonded to Lanakirene and she could decide what was rude and what wasn't. He never had that problem; his dragon was the one always trying to correct his behavior. It wasn't by accident she called him her 'hatchling' on occasion.
"Charmed, I'm sure. Ialluth has already taken a shine to your green," F'sey replied dryly, watching his dragon demolish her kill out of the corner of his eye. She really was quite hungry. These rations were going to be a problem, he thought with a sigh, especially when Thread started falling. If Thread started to fall before he croaked with old age.
Silly Mine, you are not that old, Ialluth scolded, gulping down a particularly large chunk before she turned her attention back to the overeager weyrling. She is simply precious, Mine! Was I that precious when I was small?
You're still small, dimglow.
Ialluth sighed and shook her head. No wonder Hers was always alone, the mouth on that Mine! Standing, Ialluth grabbed the partially eaten carcass and took off from her perch, snapping her wings open as she glided down to where Isonth stood, kicking up a small dust storm when she landed. You can have this. I get one more, right Mine?
F'sey paused, counting the past few feedings in his head. Yes, you can have a third today. But it's the last, so pick a good one.
Ialluth took off, kicking up another swirl of dust as she slowly gained altitude, taking her time as she selected the perfect beast from the herd. Once she found her choice, she turned her nose and shot down, snapping the last beast up and carrying her prize back to her ledge.
"...she likes to show off, I think."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 9:41 pm
La laughed quietly at F'sey's comments about Queens being strange beasts and then shrugged slightly, watching the two dragons while she considered the next course of action. It wasn't that F'sey was being outright unpleasant company, but she wasn't entirely sure what to say to him. He wasn't really one for great conversation. That Ialluth liked Isonth pleased La somewhat; if F'sey was the new Weyrlingmaster and his dragon liked hers (and Ialluth was as well-known as her rider in that she was the only thing that kept F'sey tolerable), it was possible she might be less likely to get in trouble. Not that La ever intentionally set out to get in trouble.
When Ialluth shared her meal with Isonth, La's expression changed from one of vague discomfort to one of surprise, and she looked over at F'sey. "Oh, Faranth, she didn't have to do that!" she began quickly, tripping over her words even as Isonth rumbled gleefully and dove facefirst into the carcass. "Honestly, Isonth's feeding tonight, and that was...Ialluth's on rations; she didn't have to do that!" she continued, blushing hotly.
Isonth, catching La's distress, paused and looked up for a moment, muzzle bloody but eyes suddenly whirling yellow with concern. Have I done something wrong, Lanamine? Are you all right? What is wrong? Shifting, she made to walk toward La, but a motion from the girl stopped her and she plopped heavily back down on her haunches, looking bewildered. What is happening, Lanakirene? she asked, and La got herself quickly under control and shook her head.
Don't worry, Isonth. Nothing. I just overreacted.
You were worrying me!
I am sorry.
Isonth snorted and returned to the carcass, dutifully tearing off pieces of a size that wouldn't choke her and gulping them down with a certain degree of contemplation. La smiled, glad that the butchering stage was finally finished and her little dragon was eating without constant supervision. "As long as Isonth's sure," La said, completely missing F'sey's comment about the little green showing off.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
