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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 6:29 pm
 Jess had (once again) managed to successfully escape Harar's watchful eye. Not that it had been all that difficult; he had run into another dragon and started talking about wood or bracelets or something or other. Jess hadn't paid much attention, there were some pretty flowers she wanted to look at, and then there'd been a butterfly, and really it had all just been an excuse to sneak off and explore. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned: Harar was nowhere in sight. Laughing delightedly, she started to make her way up the mountain to a another patch of flowers she had spotted. It liked a fun place to hide and pretend she was an explorer, either a brave and adventuresome Whetstone or a lonely and dejected rogue dragon, longing for the comfort and safety of a pack.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 6:39 pm
 Cumulous sat on a point high up the mountain. If he were to turn around, he would've been looking over all the territory of the Mountain Road. From the keystone lake, across the forum, all the way to the riverstone spring and the Mountain Road itself, leading out of their valley. With such a view, more ambitious - or delusional - dragons might have been tempted to think themselves a ruler. A king.
But not Cumulous. Although in many ways he held a certain kind of... 'Uppity' behavior, he had no delusions of ruling over other dragons...
His delusions were simply that his gift made him better than other dragons.
In any case, Cumulous was not looking across the Mountain Road valley, but was facing away from it. He was looking up at the sky, scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble.
For any signs of a monster storm.
He knew it was coming... He just didn't know when.
"Not today," he mumbled to himself, "There's not a cloud in the sky... It'll be a warm, pleasant day... Just like yesterday... Probably like it'll be tomorrow... But that storm IS coming... I know it."
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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 8:08 pm
The flowers were wonderfully soft and smelled really nice, but for whatever reason they made Jess sneeze violently when she sniffed them.
"Bad flowers," she said sternly, "very, very bad flowers. You're all very naughty." She sneezed again, and sat down to rub her nose. It itched horribly, and she was too distracted to notice the gray dragon further up the mountain. Instead, she went back to lecturing the flowers. "I'm going to put you all in time out," she said, "and you'll have to sit still and be good and none of you can chase butterflies. Not even the pretty yellow ones."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 6:18 am
All of a sudden, a voice reached Cumulous's ears. His ears flicked distinctly downward in annoyance; didn't they know not to disturb him when he was going about his oh-so-very-important work?
He frowned. It was Harar's little shadow. Harar. A riverstone. Pft. No doubt Harar - and all the riverstones - desperately wished that they had Cumulous's gift, instead of their useless 'talents'... But they didn't have his gifts. None of them did...
Cumulous suspected that the little dragon - what was her name again? Bess? Mess? - would follow in Harar's footsteps and become a - ugh - riverstone...
But perhaps he could... persuade her into aiming towards a higher profession...
Or at least push her into becoming a whetstone.
"You there..." Cumulous called with a frown. ".......... Child."
He pronounced the word with distaste. He disliked children almost as much as he disliked riverstones...
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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 10:18 am
Startled by the sound of another's voice, Jess looked up from the flowers and sneezed violently. Rubbing fiercely at her nose with one paw, she tilted back her head and peered at the gray and white dragon. Had she met him? Was she supposed to know his name? She searched back through her memory, but he didn't strike her as familiar. Definitely not one of Harar's friend, or a Riverstone. Not important then. Happy to find someone who didn't matter, Jess smiled happily at her new found companion. "Hello sir!" she called cheerfully. "I'm Jess, and I like butterflies, but I don't like these flowers. They're very... very... ah-choo!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 12:51 pm
Cumulous stiffened. How dare she talk to him so casually!
"Don't you have any respect for your elders," he snapped, although he was a rather young adult dragon himself. He sniffed. "And more importantly, don't you have any respect for a Gemstone." He lifted his head proudly and glanced toward the sky, waiting for the stupid little hatchling to stammer and apologize and beg for his forgiveness.
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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 12:18 pm
Jess blinked, thinking the question over carefully. Respect? Harar always said respect had to be earned, and she had to be a good girl and do her best. Respect for her elders? Maybe, 'cause they were old and did many things. But respect for a gemstone? Respect for someone because of their rank? She didn't understand. It went against everything she'd ever learned. You respected individuals, not ranks.
"No," she admitted at last, "I don't. Respect has to be, to be earned. I respect my great-uncle a lot, he's done all kinds of things for the pack. Have you heard of him?" It didn't occur to her to give a name. Everybody knew about Arbre and Harar was her father, obviously, (never mind that they looked nothing alike) so that made Arbre her great-uncle. Logic.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 1:17 pm
Cumulous's head snapped toward the young one in shock as she admitted that she did NOT in fact have any respect for Gemstones. Well, that was certainly obvious in the way she was speaking now...
Her great-uncle... Ah. Yes. The little rude one considered Harar to be her 'father' which made Arbre her 'great-uncle'...
"Arbre," Cumulous sniffed, "Of course. The whetstone. Not as bad a profession as one could have, but..." He once again lifted his head proudly, "it's certainly not the highest position one could have... Tell, me, child. What 'all kinds of things' has he done for the pack?"
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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:46 am
Jess didn't like this dragon or the way he talked about her great-uncle. Like he didn't like him or anything. Even worse than the flowers! He didn't make her sneeze, but he just... just...
Thought he was better than her. Or her great-uncle Arbre, "The Whetstone."
"He's led us through the hard times," she growled, "and brought us students, like my not-uncle Abalis. And he can talk to Nari! He talks to her almost every night! Can you do that?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 11:21 am
"From what I understand, your 'not-uncle' was in the nearby area anyway. Eventually he would've gone wandering and stumbled onto the pack on his own. Not to mention, he went and got himself nearly killed, so without your 'not-uncle', who was just a hatchling at the time, your 'great uncle' would be dead right now," Cumulous brushed off the example easily, "and as for 'talking to Nari'... Your 'great uncle' is no ghost-speaker, so I would assume he's either dreaming about her and has deluded himself into thinking she's real, or he's just crazy, or he's been consuming too many bad berries... And considering the options of how he's been 'talking to Nari', I don't think I'd want to do that."
He sighed and shook his head condescendingly.
"And I suppose you think Harar has done important things for the pack as well, don't you?"
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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 10:02 am
Jess wanted to cry. She could feel the tears gathering behind her eyes, but she didn't want to let this mean old dragon know she cared.
"My not-uncle is going to be a key-stone!" she screeched. "And my great-uncle is going to, to, talk to you in a very disappointed voice, you mean old thing! I don't like you," she added, and started to cry. "M-my dad is a great dragon," she blubbered, "and he always looks after people and... I wanna go home!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 11:42 am
Cumulous blinked several times rapidly as the little disrespectful brat began to sob. Oh, dear. He hadn't meant to make her cry... He didn't like when people cried. It made him feel... Uncomfortable, as if he were somehow to blame.
He liked it even less when he had no idea how to make them stop crying.
Perhaps she would stop if he ordered her to...
"Stop blubbering," he commanded sharply, "it's undignified... and... just stop it!"
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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 6:29 pm
Instead of stopping, Jess started to cry harder. She didn't like being yelled at, and she didn't like this male, and she wanted to go home!
And deep down she knew full well that she was making him uncomfortable and was enjoying every minute of it.
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