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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:32 am
The weyr was so crowded now, it was hard for Alche to keep track of her fellow dragons. The bad memory span of her species, coupled with her own flighty mind, made very few names and faces stand out in any kind of longevity. One, of course, was her rider. The second was her mother. A few of her siblings claimed other spots in her mind, in varying degrees of clarity.
One face and name she knew well was of her green sister, Isonth. She didn't think about her often, but she could remember vaguely that she'd been very kind and helpful when they were younger. It had been a long time since she'd seen her: they were in different wings, and different weyrs in different parts of the area. The green dragon rolled lazily over on the rock she was sunning on, and thought lazily of taking a quick flight around the area to see who was around.
This rock is comfy though...
From somewhere, perhaps another rick entirely, came the mumbled replies of several other dragons. Sated with that brief socialization, Alcherath lapsed back into a half-dozing state, well at ease with the world.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 9:18 pm
Isonth was bored. Her Lanakirene was in the middle of healer lessons to which Isonth was disallowed, and while she was by no means resentful of her rider’s training, it meant that Isonth had nothing much to do at all. She was not scheduled to eat for the day, and she couldn’t wash herself, and Lanakirene had not let the flitter—the newest addition to their family—out of her sight since the day he hatched. Isonth wasn’t jealous at all; in fact, she wanted to be with the little flitter every second of the day just as much as her rider did. But sometimes, that was impossible.
There was also the matter of the eggs. Isonth was trying hard not to think about them, and did occasionally manage to forget them (as all dragons did), but every time they had gone out of her mind, someone would bring them up again and begin the cycle of absolute worry. She could not imagine the horrifying pain Cheoth must be going through, and was worried both about the eggs and about the Queen herself. Lanakirene tried to calm her, but as her rider’s worry (fueled, no doubt, by the healer with whom she spent so much of her time) was just as pronounced as her own, well…
She hoped the eggs were all right and hoped Cheoth was all right, and that everything would be all right because it would be horrible if during the Hatching a human was killed and a dragonet did not find Theirs.
And then a voice intruded on the whirling of troubled thoughts she had just brought upon herself, and Isonth’s eyes, which had begun to carry a tinge of yellow, subsided into a calmer blue and she crooned. She did not recognize all her clutchmates’ voices, but this one she certainly did. Alcherath, she called merrily, taking wing and gliding down from her perch and landing rather gracefully near her clutchsister.
You are well, I hope? she asked, moving in without prompting to nuzzle the other green affectionately.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 3:23 pm
A familiar tone roused the dozing green, and she looked up just as her sister landed on the rock. Lifting her neck to butt her head against Isonth's, she creeled happily. Through no definitive body language, she motioned for her sibling to join her in sunning, and warm her green ichor.
I am well, Isonth. Wel and warm. L'an is...someplace, doing something-I-can't-help-with, and so here I am... She sighed breathily and let her eyes drift half-closed, with the inner lids sliding up to keep most of the light out. How is your Lana...Lanaki...Your girl. I hope she's alright?
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 12:50 pm
Oh, it was good to see the other dragon. Isonth didn't remember all her clutchsiblings, but some stuck in her mind, and Alcherath was certainly one of them. In fact, she was probably one of the only dragons Isonth still recognized as important to her beyond normal dragon-ness. She didn't entirely remember the 'clutchsiblings' bit, but Alche was relevant to her, and being with her was relevant to her interests.
Yours and Mine are very much alike this day, then, she answered Alche. Mine has started spending all her time with the Dragonhealer-man. She is learning healercraft for dragons. She strongly approved of Cordel, because he was a dragonhealer and thus essential to the Weyr. I am to aid her as well, she added proudly. After all, who better to aid injured dragons than a dragon herself.
So my Lanakirene is well. And yours? Your...L'an? she asked, shifting over and spreading her wings to catch more of the sun. The humans might complain of the weather, but Isonth had nothing but pleasant thoughts for it. How sad the dragons of the far north must be without such warmth!
Have your wing drills gone well? she continued on. It was nice to hear about the things other dragons of her age were doing.
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