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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 11:01 am
Zhaylan had managed to finish his chores early. Busy work. Busy work. He hummed as he went to his room and gathered some hide and paints. Not easy to get paper. Oh well. He had not explored the whole Weyr yet. Slowly but surely, he made his way towards the Feeding grounds. Big dragons. Little dragons. Small cousins. So many colors and patterns.
The blue who sniffed him must be wrong. He had stood twice. No dragons looked his way. But so pretty. Strong. Zhay wouldn't mind staying at Ista, if only to draw. Warm. No snow. Maybe go to the hold. Draw there.
Peering around, he found himself a small patch of grass near the Feeding grounds but also close to the Training area. If he was lucky, he would not get called to do any work.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 2:37 pm
Quinnel glided into the Feeding Grounds and looked it over before stopping and glancing back. The small Green dragonet that had hung back at the entrance took that as a sign of encouragement and ambled forward, disrupting the brown flitt that had settled on her uplifted tail. The flitt flew ahead and landed near the meat, waiting patiently for his human.
As Quinnel set to preparing some meat, the Green repeated her rider’s earlier actions by looking about the area, her blue eyes eventually landing on a boy with some odd objects.
‘ Mine, who’s that?’
Pausing, Quinnel peered back to see a pale, fair-haired boy with some art supplies. ‘ Don’t know.’
Waving the knife she clutched in greeting, she was quickly distracted when a sliver of fat she had cut slipped off the knife blade, only to be snapped up mid-air by Mud, her flitt. Eyes narrowing in thought, she picked up another discarded piece of fat and gave it a flick, watching as Mud caught it as well.
‘ Hm, interesting.’
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 3:34 pm
[[Would one-time-standing candidate Kastina be good for this RP?]]
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 3:55 pm
Girl rider. Green dragon. Brown little cousin. How nice. She would not mind if he sat and painted. Zhaylan gave a shy grin and continued to settle himself. He unrolled the 'skin and placed a small rock on each corner. His amber eyes watched in fascination as the little brown cousin swooped to get meat.
The girl waved the knife. Greeting? He shrugged. The green looked shy. How cute. He looked down at his colors to see what he had to work with. Looking over again, he vaguely remembered the green as one who hatched from the first time he stood.
Giving a wave in return, weyr life had taught him to be more friendly, Zhaylan settled down and began to sketch lightly with a piece of charcoal he had brought along.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 4:18 pm
Kastina wandered into the feeding grounds subtley - even her walk seemed understated, and she hovered around the edge, keeping her eyes on her feet. She glanced up to see which direction she was going to go, she started when she saw a green dragon. She'd always thought green's were the prettiest of the dragons.. well, maybe equal with the queen.
But the fact that green dragons were so small, yet so large in personality always made Kastina smile. She kept going in her slow trail, not really noticing it was towards the dragon. She absent-mindedly noticed the dragon's rider playing with an energetic flitt, and she wondered if she should wave when the girl turned round and saw her.
Kastina was now in calling distance of the rider - but, her shy nature over-ruling her want to talk to a dragonrider, she walked a few steps forward. "Excuse me?" she said quietly - realising it was too quiet to be heard, as usual, she tried to call louder. "Um, excuse me." she wondered if she sounded rude, stealing the rider's attention when she was feeding her flitt, and Kastina blushed as she fervently hoped not.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 6:42 pm
Although very precise in meat preparation – Quinnel had discovered that too much fat upset Winath’s delicate stomach – she was not very fast, meaning that feeding Winath took a while. Finding herself waiting for her next piece of meat, Winath took the chance to sneak another discrete glance at the boy.
‘ What’s he doing Mine?’
Unlike the ever-tactful Winath, Quinnel simply stopped and looked and Zhaylan, cocking her head slightly to the side in curiosity when she saw what he was doing. Turning back to the task at hand, she replied, ‘Drawing, I think; drawing or sketching. Probably drawing you, so stay still for a bit.’
Winath stole another glance toward Zhaylan before sitting down, moving only enough to snap up the next piece of meat offered to her. Just as read to give another piece – or, to be more accurate, toss - to Mud, she heard a voice call out. Despite her curiosity and worry, Winath stayed put, obeying her Rider and trusting her to warn her if it was a big, scary dragon.
Spying a girl that hadn’t been there before, Quinnel eyed the distance between them. “ I’m not sick – hm, well, not that I know of. You can closer, yes, if you wish. You are speaking to me, yes?”
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 6:59 pm
Zhaylan noticed when the green looked over at him. Her eyes were a whirl of color and he tried to capture her delicate look. A lady in the making, he decided. Pretty lady in green. The little cousin was still snapping food up. Brown hunter. What would the rider be? Guardian.
The girl stared at him. It didn't make him uneasy. Curious and allowed to overstep position boundaries, he stared back. Then another girl showed up. Small girl. Shouting. Green dragon holding still. Always wanting to be accurate, Zhaylan started to add the new girl in the picture. Stranger.
Friend or foe?
He had the whole scene in his head.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 12:31 pm
Kastina smiled a small smile, trying to be friendly - she guessed she wasn't very good at it. She'd had no practice. Her eyes strayed to the person who sat with charcoal in his hand, ready to draw or write - Kastina didn't know. She was confused about the way he was surveying the scene - she was certain he was thinking something about herself, or the greenrider and her dragon, or firelizard.
At that thought Kastina looked up at the brown flitt. He was small, agile, and Kastina smiled again. She looked back to the rider, wondering what she thought of Kastina's few seconds of looking around, and answered.
"Yes, um, hello. I'm Kastina. I just wanted to introduce myself." she blushed, stumbling over the last word. She bit her lip. She felt sure the boy was still watching. Why? What would he do? She wondered if he was a candidate, or someone from the lower caverns, considering his dragonless state.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 6:12 pm
“ Hm, Kastina? Don’t know you – well, no, I do now. You are a Candidate, yes, maybe?”
The normally patient Mud was tired of waiting for the piece of meat held so tantalizingly close and gave Quinnel sharp n**.
“ Ouch!” Holding her hand up to investigate her new wound, she turned accusing eyes on the culprit. “ Glutton, yes, and rude.”
As punishment, Quinnel didn’t merely flick Mud’s next morsel: she heaved out and up into the air, forcing Mud to chase after it in a flurry of wing beats and irritated chatter. The ever patient Winath took that moment to gently prod Quinnel’s thoughts, reminding her that she too was still hungry.
“ Hm, well, you are not busy, no? Maybe you help me? Help me and learn too, yes, maybe get advantage over other Candidates.”
Despite how it might seem to some, Quinnel was not attempting to worm her wait out of her duties. She liked feeding her gentle Winath, and even stalker-flitt. The offer was simply Quinnel’s attempt at human interaction, because as poor as her social skills might be, she at least knew herself to be an adequate teacher.
Mud, still faintly annoyed with Quinnel, landed first by the quiet Zhaylan. Curious as to what the boy-human was doing, he shuffled a little closer in a manner he thought quite discreet, craning his neck to try and get a look at what the boy-human was doing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 1:29 pm
Kastina smiled hesitantly. "I'd love to. I'm sure you're a good teacher." she giggled. "Your flitt seems hungry." she blushed. "Would you like me to feed him? Though I don't think I'd know how.." she smiled a little uncomfortably.
She followed the flitt with her eyes, watching him shuffle near to the drawing boy. I'm wondering what the boy's doing too.. Kastina was often curious about things, though usually found out more by being treated as a wall to asking. It was one of the things that kept her, in her uncommunicative way, at the same level of learning as everyone else.
Kastina felt too shy, sure it was obvious, and that eventually the rider would turn away from her in disgust at her quietness. Kastina winced, and wondered if she would ever learn, truly learn, to show her feelings and thoughts.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 9:13 pm
((Oops! My post now! lol))
Zhaylan looked up. Little brown cousin had landed next to him. With such an interested onlooker, Zhaylan leaned back to let the brown look. Looking up, he saw both girls watching him. Dragon girl and quiet girl watching.
He glanced around to see if there was anyone around him. Nope. No person. Was it him? He checked underneath himself. Very. Zhay thought to himself. Interesting. Why were they looking at him. Green dragon looked hungry. So did little cousin.
Trying to hold a steady thought, he reached into his pocket. There! A small piece of meat roll from earlier. Lunch? Maybe. Zhaylan held it out to the brown flitt and waited.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:16 pm
Mud chirruped happily when he wasn’t rebuffed for his curiosity, waddling even closer until he could stick his head right in front of the skin. He tilted his head in curiosity; he didn’t understand that it was the boy-human that had made the skin look that way, but decided it was a pretty skin nevertheless, especially the small dragon shape. Turning around to give the boy-human a questioning glance, he was quickly distracted by the offered meatroll. He snatched it up quickly, before the boy-human could change his mind. Siting back contentedly, his eyes, now almost devoid of red, flicked lazily between his human and the meatroll-human.
Quinnel appreciated the girl’s unobtrusive presence, finding her company to be more pleasant then that of the other loud, out-going Candidates. Although amusing for a time, Quinnel tended to avoid most of her fellow Candidates – now Weyrlings – due to the headaches she invariably seemed to get in their presence.
“ Hm, he’s not hard to feed, no.” Straightening, the far-away air in Quinnel’s demeanor faded slightly, replaced with something just a tad more firm, more there." Sometimes his gluttony is useful. Winath has a, hm, more delicate stomach; can’t handle fat. Mud likes fat. Oh, he needs meat, but fat makes for a good treat; less wasteful too.”
Turning back to the chunk of meat she had been working on, she pulled out the knife and held the handle out to Kastina. “ Hold the meat, cut out the fat; easy. Fingers work well where knives don’t.” Pausing, a thoughtful look flickered across her face. “ Oh yes, I am Quinnel.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 5:51 pm
*since Swan left, we shall just move things along*
Zhaylan watched the brown with growing interest and amusement. Meatroll gone, he went back to working on the picture of the rider girl and dragon. Such a pretty dragon.
Suddenly, one of the kitchen folk came running up. "You girl. Kastina. You are needed back to help prepare for dinner."
Zhaylan watched the shouting girl leave. The rider girl was holding the knife, cutting the meat. Pausing in brushstroke, Zhaylan tried to remember if he had tasks to do. Then he remembered the little brown cousin and the flit's fascination with what he was doing. Holding the skin so the flit could see it, Zhaylan began to color in the sketch that was Mud.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 5:55 pm
The loss of her conversation partner and student left Quinnel floundering for a moment, a faintly confused look on her face as she stared in the direction that the girl had left. A butt from Winath’s head brought her back to her senses. Turning back to the table, she spent the next minute or two focused solely on the task of cutting Winath’s meat.
Meanwhile, Mud was fascinated by the Mud-sketch. Whether or not he recognized it as himself was unclear, but it was obvious that his little brain had figured out something, what with the way he was now trying to imitate his sketch’s pose.
Out of the corner of her eye, Winath caught sight of the flitt’s antics. Belly full anyway, she couldn’t help but ask ,‘ What’s he doing Mine? Does he itch?’
Putting the knife down, Quinnel looked to see what the little Green was talking about.
‘ Making a pest of himself, most likely.’
Checking that Winath was certain she was full – the dragon patiently affirmed that she was – Quinnel strolled over to Zhaylan and Mud.
“ Is he, hm, bothering you?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:19 pm
Zhay stopped and looked up at the rider. He was momentarily lost. She was staring down at him and he was looking at the brown little cousin. Setting his colors down, the artist boy thought the question over. "No bother. Draw little cousin. Draw green dragon and rider. Pretty shades. "
He looked over at the brown who was posing like the picture. Chuckling, he held out an arm and waited. "Good standing still. Not move, get good picture."
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