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 Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 2:04 pm
 Rider: L'cian
Rank: Wingleader
Dragon: Tallith
Color: Brown
This weyr is the property of Kimaria and a part of the Skies of Pern shop. No one but Kimaria and those she allows are to post and RP here.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 4:39 am
 ~Navigation~
1st post - Cert Image / stats
2nd post - Navigation
3rd post - Rules
4th post - Updates
5th post - Weyr
6th post - L'cian's profile
7th post - Tallith's profile
8th post - Belongings
9th post - Friends and acquaintances
10th post - Firelizards / watch whers
11th post - Hatching Story
12th post - Further History
13th post - RP Example
14th post - Links
15th post - Disclaimer
16th post - Fan Art
17th post - Duties as Wingsecond
18th post - reserved
19+ post - RP entries
~ Entry Cateogries ~
Scribbled Parchment - these are journal entries by L'cian, often depicting thoughts and feelings about certain events.
Mahogany Muse - Yes, on the rare occasions that Tallith stops and ponders on things, these thoughts will be placed beneath this title.
Rocky Haven - RP that occurs in this weyr will be found with this heading.
The Outside World - RP that will continue outside of the weyr, usually partnered with a link and sometimes with a picture.
Wanderings of the Weyr - RP that takes place in another rider's weyr, or another section of Rias Weyr.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 4:41 am
 ~ Additional Rules ~
- please feel welcome to post in here if you are a member of the SoP Guild (riders and non-riders alike).
- place OOC in brackets or any other distinguishable marks.
- Check to make sure L'cian is at the weyr if you want to RP.
- Check the status of both dragon and rider in their personal posts.
- Firelizards and watchwhers are also welcome to hang out here too.
- if you post try not to quote.
- Please turn off your signatures if they extend the 500x500 pixel limit, I hate page stretchers or endless ones which increase the scrolling.
I'll add more as I think of them
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 4:46 am
~ updates ~
- Hatching starts and the celebrations unfold!
- Egg touching begins, L'cian going to give Ephia some support during the event after seeing how distressed the gold is.
- 38 eggs in the clutch was revealed, the candidates gather for their first lesson whilst L'cian checks up on the Weyr.
- Ariath lays her first clutch of eggs, keeping the number secret until she wishes to announce it. L'cian meets up with Ephia and realises how much he has been missing her company and settles easier into his role much to the joy of his proud and protective brown.
- The pair set off to a neighbouring hold to pick up the young tanner girl Carella, she appears to be shy but we'll have to see.
- Brown Tallith captured the queen, meaning L'cian is now Weyrleader and the dragon extremely content.
- Queen Ariath rises for the first time and Tallith persuades L'cian to let him persue her.
- Tallith recieves word that felines have been spotted, and the two go hunting with a group of others. It takes a few attempts but they finally manage to catch a pale and beautiful coated feline.
- A new turn brings a gather in which L'cian meets briefly with Ephia and gets to know her better, seems he's beginning to like conversation a little more.
- L'cian meets up with K'rel and Ephia in the Dining Hall for a bit of socialising.
-2 days prior to beginning of RP: The weyrwoman Sirana and her queen passed away, rumors of a new weyrwoman being transferred are being dismissed as false and it seems Ephia will be taking over with her golden Ariath.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 4:48 am
~ weyr ~
~The Grand Tour ~
Your host: Brown rider L'cian
Be careful down the steps, they can get a little slippery sometimes, and it wouldn't do to have such a fall now would it? Here let me hold back that curtain, it's mainly so Tallith can get his privacy. He doesn't appreciate people looking in at him all the time, but no, no don't let that frighten you. My brown may be one of the biggest, but he is the gentlest of them all. There now, didn't I tell you? He likes his eye ridges to be scratched, don't be shy now I already told you he doesn't bite. Now whilst you tend to my beast, let me quickly point out certain areas. Tallith's weyr is the main reason I decided to stay here. It's large enough to occupy his large bulk and you see the ledge there, it captures sun during most of the day. Like all dragons Tallith likes to sunbath and that ledge is large enough for two dragons as long as they don't stretch out too much. You see here where his claws have scraped out grooves in the ground? Be careful not to trip over them, I know I have when I've been tired and not paying attention. Those glow baskets can only spread their light so far you know. Okay, okay let's leave Tallith to his nap, I'll take you through to my room and no this doesn't have a curtain. I don't think it's necessary and that dragon of mine has a habit of sticking his head in to have a look about. I only have one chair if you'd like to take a seat, I'll stand I don't mind honestly. As you can see I don't have much here, a few furs that I keep under the bed when they aren't being used and some maps and other writing equipment. I don't think I need much else to be honest with you and at least this way the room stays organised, I couldn't bear it any other way. Oh that there is a map of the north, I copied it a while back in my youth and thought I'd keep hold of it. It's important to know the surrounding areas. The stuff on the shelf is some jars containing numbweed, I prefer to keep my own supply. I should have some oil somewhere as well, just in case dear Tallith complains of itchiness. The fur rug is just about the only homely object I have here, I brought it when I first arrived here as a reminder but that's enough of that. Anything else you want to know about this abode? Oh, through that curtain is the bathing room, feel free to take a look but it's a pretty small and empty room. The bath is large enough of course and fresh warm water is at constant supply, I've got some sweet sand and other such things there too.
Well that's about it, so if you've no other buisness feel free to leave, Tallith won't bother you.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 4:55 am
 ~ L'cian ~
Current Status: Over-joyed
Current location: Amongst the crowds at the Hatching celebration
Name: L'cian (Lacian prior to his dragon rider status)
Nickname: Lace (only used by his dragon)
Age: 25 turns
Gender: Male
Hair: black hair which is tied back in a small ponytail at the base of his neck, a few bangs are left falling into his eyes.
Eyes: Grey
Figure: well built, broad shoulders but not over muscular, about 6'1 in height
Skin Type: Lightly tanned skin from spending a lot of time in surrounding lakes when bathing Tallith.
Riding gear desc: His jacket is a mahogany (brown/red color) with buckles running down the front to keep it closed, He wears a dusty colored orange shirt beneath it. Around his neck is a piece of the same dusty orange material, tied at the base of his throat in a knot.
Casual clothes desc:L'cian likes his clothes to reflect his personality; cool, calculated and proffesional. He is often seen in a loose shirt often in white but sometimes in red or orange. He wears dark trousers of a usually thick and hard-wearing material so that they last a long time and aren't always needing to be mended. However the piece of material he wears around is throat is something he always wears, it is his favourite accessory and will probably always remain with him.
Personality: He comes across as a serious character and seems a lot older than he actually is, he takes his work as a dragonrider very seriously and is always out to prove he is just as good as the elder dragonriders. He respects all of those who are more skillful than him and his own dragon, observing them constantly to improve his own actions. Forever learning and forever improving his techniques in flight and battling Thread.
L'cian dislikes nonsense and stupidity and even though he likes to be alone he is a great team player, helping and teaching the younger riders even when it is not necessarily his job to do so and despite his harsh exterior he does have a gentleness he shows at times.
Perhaps the reason he decides not to make too many friends is that he is afraid to show weakness, in fact, he only shows his affectionate side to his dragon and perhaps a few others who have proven themselves to him. Once you have gained his trust he will be a loyal friend and will never let you down, dependable and calm minded he is always there to lend a hand and not afraid to get his hands dirty.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 4:57 am
 ~Tallith~
Current Status: Extremely proud!
Current Location: Watching over the celebration
Dragon's name: Tallith
Nickname: Tall, Tallie
Age: 12 turns
Gender: Male
Color: His hide is a deep brown with an almost reddish hue along his back and his belly is a slightly lighter shade of brown.
Size: 35 meters
Personality: Tallith thinks of himself as a bronze in a brown's hide, he has an incredible pride just like his rider and works extremely hard at everything he does. If he let's down the rest of the wing he thinks of it as letting himself down and thus tries his hardest to do well. He achieves a lot in his work and being an extremely large brown, fancies himself to be the next dragon to fly the queen. Yet only himself and L'cian know of this ambition and they speak of it to no one. He is a little vain and likes to look his best, and although he does not openly admit his affections for the other female dragons he does take fleeting looks.
Yet all in all, his work must always come first, and if Thread is indeed falling he will not stop even if he has suffered burns whilst battling previously. If he is refused to fight Thread he becomes restless and even his rider dare not try to comfort him due to his terrible bad moods.
Like all dragons and their riders, Tallith shares an incredible bond with L'cian and they talk with great affection to each other, often including gentle teasing. The great brown often gets jealous if female riders or females in general talk to L'cian and does not show them much courtesy, but like his rider if they show their worth he will be a loyal dragon and always dependable.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 4:59 am
~ Belongings ~
L'cian's journal is his most important posession, it sits on the high shelf, hidden from prying eyes. He has had it since he was young and it's pages are half filled with writings of emotions, events and other such things. In time these may be re-read and revealed through RP.
This fur belonged to a feline that was caught at a recent hunt and is something L'cian is rather proud to show off. It was the first hunt they had participated in a long time and this pale fur was a welcome prize for their catch. It is now placed on the bed, sometimes rolled up at the bottom.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:09 am
~ L'cian's friends and acquaintances ~
~ NPCs ~
-- Lacuna -- my dear mother, rider of green Halath, a little too caring for my liking, treating me like a child even though those days are long gone. Her green is much the same, a motherly sort, fussing and crooning constantly, but I still love her dearly.
L'cian's mood for Lacuna = gonk
-- L'cus -- my brother, was a victim of the illness and died after a tough struggle. He shall always be there in my heart as an idol, a brother and a dependable friend. His bronze Ruwath will not be forgotten either.
L'cian's mood for L'cus = cry
-- C'ian -- my father, a tough and stern man who I never did get on too well with. He often teased me for not being able to impress a bronze and yet his attitude as a rider is something I will always admire.
L'cian's mood for C'ian = stare
~ PCs ~
-- Ephia -- a respectable young woman who I've only met briefly a couple of times before. I think she will meet expectations of the weyr, she has had good training after all. Tallith also approves of her and her queen.
L'cian's mood for Ephia = 3nodding
-- K'rel -- The other Wingsecond, a good man who seems to be not too much different from myself. Yes, I do hope we can meet up more often to talk as we seem quite similar with our views.
L'cian's mood for K'rel = smile
-- Farin -- Although we spoke only briefly I can tell she is a good and dedicated rider, one who does not like to show her weaknesses and takes pride in her work.
L'cian's mood for Farin = 3nodding
~ Tallith's Friends and acquaintances ~
-- Siventh -- K'rel's brown dragon, he is a good beast and seems to love the water as much as myself. It appears his rider is a little unsocial too, perhaps we can speak more and see if we can come up with more full-proof plans.
Tallith's mood for Siventh - 3nodding
-- Ariath -- I hold much respect for this queen, she is a fine dragon and I'm positive she will help this Weyr grow. It seems she glows brighter by the day, I must keep an eye on her.
Tallith's mood for Ariath - heart
-- Liliath -- This female is impatient and somewhat frustrating, she is however a good hunter so I suppose I should go lightly on her.
Tallith's mood for Liliath - neutral
-- Moth -- This female is a strong, fast and excellent hunter, if an example of this colour was to be chosen to show them at their best it would be her.
Tallith's mood for Moth - smile
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:11 am
~ Companions ~
Firelizards:
n/a
Watchwhers:
n/a
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:13 am
 ~ Hatching Story ~
He had been sleeping at the time, curled up on his side with head buried under the furs as he dreamt of the dragons and of the great skies as they stretched out before him. His dark hair had been long even then although he rarely tied it back. The black locks falling about his face cast his skin into a subtle shadow.
Moving further in his sleep, the furs slipped from his peaceful form, falling to the floor in a pile as he muttered something incoherent. Not the cool of early morning or sounds of people moving around outside disturbed him.
Ever since it had been announced that the eggs were due to hatch, the weyrfolk had been dashing around like mad things. Lacian himself had been caught up in the excitement, trembling with joy as it was announced that he could attend.
So when the harsh sound of the dragons' bellows and hums reverberated around the Weyr, the young boy's eyes flew open. The minute he sat up, a group of people flooded into his room, grabbing him and dressing him in the correct clothing, seeing to his hair and then pushing him out and in the direction of the hatching grounds. Everything happened so fast that the boy himself was hardly aware of it.
The boy's face was flushed with disbelief, hardly even noticing when a young bronze rider - his brother - lifted him up and settled him on Ruwath's broad shoulders so they could take the short flight down to the grounds.
It was only when his brother leaned forwards and patted him on the shoulder that he realised this was truly his day.
"Good luck Lacian, go get that bronze." L'cus grinned, giving his brother a gentle shove and leaning back as Ruwath backwinged and landed on the smooth rock, lowering himself so that the boy could dismount.
Lacian entered the hatching ground, not aware of anything but the buzz of excitement that was sparking the air with life. The heat underfoot was forgotten as his eyes traced the soft, smooth shapes of the eggs gathered together in what seemed like a mile away.
The great queen was standing guard, her blue jewelled eyes regarding her unborn children with pride and around her the bronzes began to hum. Their voices filling Lacian's ears with the pleasant sounds that heightened his excitement further. He had been waiting for this day since he had been born and now it was finally here. He just hoped he could meet expectations of all and impress a bronze as his brother L'cus had before him.
Drawing in a deep breath to help keep himself focused he took a glance sideways and noted the excitement from his fellow peers, he wondered who else would be able to impress today. By a rough count he was sure at least fifteen boys and girls would go away disappointed, and he wondered what it must feel like to be rejected by these beautiful beasts.
Shutting the thought out he heard the gasps which indicated the crack of the first egg and he whirled his head round to gaze upon a small dragonet as it split through it's shell and landed clumsily on the sands. It gave a high-pitched squeal and staggered forwards, light dancing along it's bronze hide. There was a sigh of relief, which resonated throughout the spectators, for that was a good sign.
The bronze dragonet gave another high-pitched wail and it was as if that cry had been an order for the rest to burst into the world, for six more eggs cracked apart, little dragons sprawling out weakly and struggling over to the waiting boys and girls.
But Lacian had eyes only for the bronzes and there were still three which had not yet been born into the world, their eggs rocking furiously. He knew that one of those fine beasts would be his and geared himself up, taking a step forwards, preparing to impress.
Would it be easy, was there a way to tempt the little bronzes to him and to no other? He would concentrate hard on the goal and not let them escape, he had to prove to everyone he was worthy of such a fine dragon.
It was in that second that he heard a sad crooning from somewhere beside him and he turned his head to spot a rather clumsy looking brown dragon, his hide streaked with a deeper colour which was almost red. The poor beast had caught its wing in its own front claws and was trying to sort himself out. Two boys came to stand beside the struggling dragonet but the brown hissed, his eyes whirling in rage as he lashed out with a heavily clawed foot.
Both boys let out frightened cries, backing away from the thrashing mahogany beast as it tried to tear its wing free. Then the dragonet turned his beautifully crafted head towards Lacian, eyes whirling in panic as it threw back its young head and gave a shrill wail of grief.
All thoughts of impressing a bronze disappeared as Lacian went to aid the creature, and reaching down he cupped the wedge-shaped head and stared into the frantic looking eyes.
"It's okay now, don't be upset." He spoke aloud, unhooking the wing and lifting it up against the brown's side. It was at that very moment when a wave of joy and warmth suffused him, enveloping him in a love he had never felt before.
I am Tallith, and I am yours. Was the fluid and cheerful voice that trickled gently through the young boy's mind.
"And I am Lacian and forever yours." It was then after that brief introduction that the dragon complained of being hungry and with a large smile, the boy led young Tallith to where a feast could be found for them both.
In those few moments Lacian had become L'cian; a strong and proud brown rider.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:16 am
~ History/back stories ~
Before Impression...
Lacian was the youngest of two sons both fathered by C'ian a stern and serious bronze rider of 28 turns and born by Lacuna a feisty green rider of 27 turns. Lacian's brother; Lycus was older by 4 turns and showed promise of becoming a bronze rider when he was called up for impression.
Both brothers -much to their mother's annoyance - took after their father, being serious and quiet, preferring education over social activities such as gathers and dances. Yet Lacian always looked up to his brother trying to learn from him and perhaps have a chance of impressing a bronze when he too, came of age.
Being Weyrbred, Lace (as he was sometimes called) knew no other life than dragons, hatchings and the impending danger of thread since the day he was born. He was expected - as was his older brother - to impress a dragon of his own and take on the task of his ancestors before him. Lacian of course had no problem with this, loving the great dragons and the important tasks that only they could deal with.
His early childhood was spent learning many things, and he took his education more seriously than perhaps necessary, taking a keen interest in all aspects of the world he lived in. This of course upset and aggravated others of his age, and he got into many fights due to their jealousy of his bright looking future. This heightened further when Lacian's brother Lycus was called up for impression.
Lace was nine at the time, and he had never been so excited for his brother as he was then, watching Lycus standing upon the sands and reaching down to caress the eye ridges of a beautiful bronze dragon. From that day on Lace tried even harder to meet expectations of his elders, receiving even more grief from his peers but ignoring him as he had always done.
Part of his time was spent observing his brother L'cus and his bronze Ruwath who were both proving to be a diligent pair. Yet ever since the older sibling had impressed, L'cus had become even more distant and stern, reminding Lace even more of his father.
At the age of 12 turns, whispers started about his expectations of being brought to the next hatching and although he tried to ignore them, his excitement did start to build. Yet days before he was given the message he took a stab wound to the shoulder by a jealous boy, which to his dismay, quickly became infected. To his relief, the boy was transferred and punished sternly for his actions and Lace did indeed receive more respect from the scuffle. Yet his chance of impressing slipped by and it would be another turn before he would be chosen to stand on the sands - or so he desperately hoped.
After Impression...
L'cian who was now fully content with his beautiful Tallith became aware of nothing else, it seemed that family and friends meant nothing to him now that he was with his dragon. The weyrling and his little dragonet learned quickly and it was soon obvious that Tallith was going to be an extremely large brown.
After the impression he had received a lot of criticism from the others, many of them insisting that he should have had a bronze. At one point he may have agreed with them, but now that he was linked to Tallith - mind, body and soul - he didn't care what colour he was. Nothing else mattered apart from the dragon's care and he spent all of his spare time making sure his hide was well cleaned and oiled and that he frequented the feeding grounds as often as he wanted.
In his eleventh turn of being a rider, his father C'ian was transferred to another Weyr due to a lack of strong bronze riders and L'cus took position as Wingleader, strengthening L'cian's pride further as he took the place of Wingsecond beside his sibling.
In that one turn he learnt more about being a rider than he had ever before, and he concentrated further on making himself and Tallith the best of what they could be. In his eyes Tallith was a bronze, gleaming and stronger than even his brother's Ruwath.
It seemed that things could only go better during that time, until one day a strange illness struck the Weyr, causing many riders to die and their dragons to commit suicide. It was then that L'cian's brother fell ill and suffered for a long time before finally giving in to the illness and passing away. Bronze Ruwath who had never left his rider's side suicided, the keening of the grieving dragons enough to send a sane person into the bowels of madness.
Having no time to grieve over the loss of his brother, L'cian found himself being transferred to Rias weyr, a place he had not visited more than twice before. It was here that his true life as a rider would begin, with his dearest and only friend Tallith beside him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:19 am
~ RP Example ~
How do both L'cian and Tallith converse and work together? Below is an example of how they will be portrayed:Waiting for his turn to battle Thread was driving L'cian and his large brown dragon insane. The rider himself had settled into an impatient pacing, hands shoved deep into pockets and head down to keep the dust from blowing into his eyes. His gait never once slowed or quickened, the measured look on his face trembling with desire to be on the move.
Tallith had decided to remain still and conserve his energy, perched on the verge of the ledge which overlooked the Bowl, bright eyes looking out at the goings on. Everything was strangely quiet in the Weyr when dragons had gone to battle and that was just where this ambitious dragon wanted to be. It drove him crazy to be left behind but he knew - just as his rider did - that someone had to stay behind and wait. His muscles were bunched with tension and excitement, wings held rigid by his sides and pointed muzzle raised to the sky he wished to be in. It seemed as if the great beast had been frozen apart from the rise and fall of his sides.
L'cian paused beside his dragon, reaching up to lie a gloved hand flat against his foreleg and caressed the soft hide there, he had spent a long time oiling the big dragon that morning and was glad it had paid off. Tallith seemed to glow with a brilliant red hue, and set a perfect example to all youngsters and other dragons. His radiant brown hide was smooth and unblemished, knowing that such things could be a danger to the large beast when going between, L'cian always made Tallith's hide a main priority. Even when he had been a weyrling and Tallith fresh from the egg, they had spent a lot of their time bathing, scrubbing and oiling to achieve this final brilliance.
They are coming. The dragon spoke.
"Who?"
Someone who needs to be replaced. The dragon sparked with energy and L'cian was sure that if he had been capable the dragon would be bouncing up and down with excitement. With a loud whoop of laughter, L'cian caught hold of the fighting straps and stepped up onto the forepaw that Tallith had raised to act as a platform. Placing both hands upon the dragon's broad shoulders he vaulted himself up into a place between the elegant ruby ridges along the dragon's spine, and readied himself for flight.
Let us go! Tallith exclaimed joyfully and with a burst of speed that caused L'cian's head to snap back, the dragon leapt forwards, claws leaving grooves in the rock as he embraced the sky with tremendous wings. To be flying up above so grand a Weyr was an exhilarating experience and L'cian pitied all those who had not undergone such a pleasure. Picturing their destination clearly the Weyr was consumed with a freezing darkness, both rider and dragon winking into the place of between...
One second...two seconds...three seconds, and they were out again, into the midst of battle with the Silver Thread, which fell unmercifully from the pulsing Red Star above. The adrenaline, the heat and danger - this is what the dragon and his rider lived for, as did all riders in this time of jeopardy.
Things are going well, no casualties as of yet. Tallith reported as he swung a hard right to take his formal place of Wingsecond, unsettling L'cian from his place a little. The rider nodded and leaned forwards, handing his dragon some firestone as the brown craned his neck back to accept it gratefully.
"Ready Tall?" L'cian asked playfully as they swerved again, large wings stretched wide as they climbed a little higher. The dragon gave a snort and turned one faceted eye on his rider.
I am always ready.
Together they dodged in and out of between to avoid clumps of the silver material that insisted on falling into their path. Turning on his wingtip Tallith seared the piece with ease and gave a triumphant sound deep in his throat. L'cian was beginning to settle into the job, muscles loosening as his dragon once again proved his worth of being ranked Wingsecond.
While occupied with burning yet another clump of thread both neglected to check their surroundings, missing another cluster of Thread, which had managed to slip through the wing just above them. In that moment of weakness the silver material latched itself onto the rider, alerting L'cian to the terrible mistake he had just made.
"Shards." He hissed angrily and giving a quick message to Tallith, the brown rider urged his dragon into between causing the Thread to die. When the two reappeared L'cian was aware of an immense pain in his side and lower arm, it was so fierce it caused him to black out, Tallith's concerned calls going unheard...
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A burning pain like the rider had never felt before exploded in his body, usually perfect vision was blurred with splashes of colour to twist his fevered mind further into agony. L'cian had become yet another casualty of the Thread, plucked from the sky and discarded into a place so empty and dark that it struck fear into the hearts of many who did not understand its value.
He tried to call out, hands struggling to maintain a grip on the dragon who he knew was still beneath him and willing the world to come back into view, the spacious sky and the Weyr he called home. Yet it did not matter how loud he cried, his voice did not exist in this strange and isolated place, and as the rider felt himself being dragged into unconsciousness once more he wondered if his dear brown companion was okay. If his dragon had been injured he didn't know what he would do, Tallith was everything to him and if any harm proved to have lasting affects he wondered what would become of them. Yet in all of this, the rider was calmed by the fact that if one died the other would follow suit, for surely a person with only half a soul could not survive with ease. If he was given the choice, he would follow his dear brown into the face of death without fear.
His mind unfocused dangerously and even though he knew that his dragon was with him - supporting him - the darkness seemed to stretch on...had it always lasted this long before? His head span violently and he opened his mouth to give a cry of pain, annoyed that he couldn't express such an emotion, when to his surprise the sound of his voice ripped through the air. The darkness was gone and now the ground was rushing up to meet him, the calming sound of great wings beating rhythmically around him was all he was aware of. Tallith seemed to be fine and a great tension was released from his muscles at that realisation. It was at that moment, hanging awkwardly at Tallith's great shoulders that the impending unconsciousness swooped in to greet him for the second time.
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It was only when he felt the presence of his brown dragon that he knew he was coming round again, unaware of how long it had been or where he could possibly be he fumbled clumsily to reach Tallith but it seemed the intelligent beast had beaten him to it.
We were worried. Came the soft and comforting voice of the brown.
We? Questioned L'cian.
Me and the others. came the simple reply, which left the rider a little confused, he wondered if all dragons were so vague in their speech. deciding not to push the matter, he figured that he would find out sooner or later what the dragon meant and as if on cue his eyes flickered open.
He was instantly hit with the rather repulsive scent of numbweed and his vision doubled sickeningly, the pain in his side beginning to dull a little. Drawing in a gasping breath he blinked his eyes, vision focusing on a young woman, her slightly curled, dark hair falling about her anxious face. Even in his slightly fevered state the rider knew her to be the young but intelligent new Weyrwoman. L'cian had heard many things about her since she had been given the responsibilty of leading the Weyr, some bad and some good. Yet he himself respected her for being so dedicated and strong in such a difficult time and knew she was coping extremely well to all that was expected of her. He wondered briefly why she wasn't out helping the others fight thread on her brilliant golden queen.
The Thread has passed. His dragon spoke, clearing the matter.
How long was I out?
Too long, was the gruff reply and L'cian grinned, knowing all too well that Tallith would have wanted to return to the skies if it had been possible. In truth he would have wanted to do so as well.
Releasing his held breath between gritted teeth L'cian made to sit up, only to be stopped by a pair of strong hands pushing down on his shoulders. He was about to give an angry retort when Tallith cut in with a gentle reminder that they were only trying to help.
Ariath says that there were few casualties today, everything has gone well...unless of course you consider us missing the end of the Thread fall a bad thing.
I was careless today, thus proving we still have much to learn.
I am as good as any bronze, huffed Tallith, spreading his wings a little and craning his neck so that his many faceted eyes could gaze upon the rider.
Of course Tall, but move your head out of the way you big oaf. The corners of the rider's mouth twitched in amusement as his dragon rumbled deep in his chest before backing off, but there was a deep affection in the man's eyes.
"It's L'cian isn't it?" Came the familiar voice of the Weyrwoman, interrupting the rider and dragon's mental conversation.
"That it is Weyrwoman." He spoke in a rather ragged tone, the movement causing the pain in his side to burn with renewed ferocity.
"Your injuries have been seen to but I expect it is still quite painful." The woman continued and if L'cian had dared he would have told her not to point out the obvious, the pain was obviously clouding his mood as well as his judgement.
"I hardly feel a thing." He replied, giving a somewhat strained looking smile, but by the look on the young Weyrwoman's face he knew she wasn't convinced.
It was at this moment that L'cian realised he was in his own quarters, Tallith's large form blocking the entrance considerably so that no one could enter or leave without his permission. The small yet adequate room was always kept neat and tidy, everything had its place and purpose, perfectly reflecting the man who lived there.
As well as the Weyrwoman two others hovered behind her, one he recognised as the healer and the other merely a child, one of whom he had never met.
The healer's apprentice, was Tallith's casual introduction.
"I shall have someone bring up some klah if that large brown of yours will allow it." The Weyrwoman continued, a smile playing at her lips. L'cian nodded, reaching with one hand to touch his side tentatively.
"Do not aggravate your wound brown rider." The healer muttered with a shake of his head. "It'll take a while to heal, so no heroics until it does." Obviously he knew of L'cian's habit of concealing his wounds to continue battling Thread. The comment brought a frown upon the rider's face as he agreed, knowing further strain could cause more damage.
Be sure to heal quickly. Tallith spoke up once more, ducking his head lower to peer at his rider.
Trust me, if I could do so I would.
Does this mean we're out of action?
Yes Tall?it does. Sometimes his dragon could be unbelievable.
The large brown gave an irritated snort and moved away from the entrance, padding to his own place in the weyr before flopping down onto the floor. His irritation was obvious and the rider knew that his dragon would be in a terrible mood.
"Forgive Tallith, he's disappointed that he missed the last of the Thread today." He knew that was an understatement.
"As do most dragons, brown rider." Ephia smiled pleasantly before giving a short farewell and exiting the weyr, her green gown fluttering about her ankles. The others followed close behind her, giving Tallith cautious looks as they passed him. It appeared that the dragon's tempers were also common knowledge.
L'cian waited a while to make sure that he was alone before sliding up from the bed, being careful not to move quickly and exacerbate the already throbbing wound in his side. He wondered briefly how painful it would be if numbweed hadn't be applied, and shuddered inwardly at the thought.
Callused fingers came to lightly brush against the injury in investigation and even though it was bandaged and hidden from view he knew it would leave a terrible scar along his side. HIs arm too, had been bandaged from the wrist up to the elbow and throbbed dully against the material.
It will heal in time, was the gruff, familiar voice of the brown.
"Time which will cost us both experience in fighting Thread." Receiving no reply L'cian made his way slowly over to where the great brown lay in his own part of the weyr, half in sun and half in shadow. Here it widened out to accomodate a large beast, the cave leading out onto a broad ledge into the sunshine where the dragon would usually bask. Mahogany coloured hide shone brilliantly where the sun danced across it and large faceted eyes were closed tightly. His brilliant wings were flattened across his back, held up from the ground so as to stop them from getting dirty on the dusty floor. He was a picture of beauty and ugliness all at the same time, for surely such bad moods could not be considered something to be admired.
L'cian knelt down with great difficulty, letting out a hiss of pain before reaching out to scratch the dragon's nearest eye ridge affectionately. It wasn't long before Tallith was crooning and purring with happiness, glad of the attention he was receiving, the pleasant sound gathering in his throat and flowing about the room like a wonderful melody.
"You will still fly my dear brown, think of this as a vacation."
I will fly until the very end. Tallith agreed sleepily, turning his head so the other eye ridge could be tended to.
"Did any Thread catch your wings?"
The brown lifted his head and gave L'cian an incredulous look before unfurling his pinions and shaking out the folds to show them off. Here and there the wing membrane had been pierced by thread, created from the early days when L'cian had been but a weyrling and Tallith fresh from the egg, yet no one could deny that they were wonderful specimens for a brown.
"I shouldn't have doubted you my friend." He continued, "It is good that there were few casualties today."
Indeed, but the weak have no place in the sky.
"Which is why we shall return to it soon."
I have no doubts. His speech warmed off into another croon of contentment as L'cian scratched his other eye ridge. Folding his wings neatly once more the dragon settled to sleep. You should rest too, you'll heal faster and we need our rest for upcoming events.
"And what, dear Tall is that supposed to mean?"
That my good friend is none of your concern. There was a mischievous glint in the dragon's rainbow eyes that made L'cian smile, Tallith certainly was a mystery.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:21 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:22 am
~ Disclaimer ~
Pern is owned and copywrited to Anne McCaffrey, for she was the one who created the world in which we are basing this RP, and for that we are eternally grateful.
This certain RP and its plots are copywrite to Kolina.
Artwork is copywrote to the artists, the riders and dragons more specifically to Merangue, who remains my idol to this day. The watchwhers were drawn by the wonderful Werewolf and the firelizards (or flitts as we like to call them) were created by me, aka; Kimaria.
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