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 Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 5:51 pm
Mine! The day is clear. The breeze is blowing. If you do not come out, I will make noises so everyone knows you are hiding! Astarteth called to her rider from the lower ledges. She had managed to secure a rather nice sunny spot which was almost central. There were several brown, bronzes and blues near her that merited flirting with... After all, shouldn't they pay attention to her?
I am coming out. I need to work on our riding straps and make rank cords. See? I am that little speck on the rocks below. Kallista sighed. She now realized how Holding and Craft parents felt with little kids. Astar was going through a "me and mine" phase that was getting rather annoying. "Dragons... Can't with them... Can't live without them..."
You would be lost without me. Astarteth replied smugly. She turned to see a rather handsome blue with a dark chest settling next to her. Happily, she chirped a welcome. Hello there!
Leather and cord in hand, Kallista settled and prepared to get started at her task at hand.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 5:29 pm
Cresth was tired. Mella had decided that he needed to lose weight in preparation for serving in a Wing, and she had decided that the fastest way to do so would be to fly in adverse conditions. Consequently Cresth had spent the morning skirting around a rainstorm, sometimes flying against both wind and rain. He had thought that the rough ride, the damp air, and the rain would have been enough to deter his rider, but he was wrong, and had the sore wings to prove it. Only two things made Mella call off their practice when she did, and that was his own tiredness – though he was certain he could have lasted longer, had she wished – and signs that the rainstorm was turning into a much more violent thunderstorm. By the time they got back to the Weyr – they had flown, instead of going Between – both were tired.
Having dropped His off, Cresth went in search of sun, hoping to dry himself and ease his soreness. He faintly wished that today’s experience would put Mella off any further training, but knew such a longing was futile. It was more likely that he would tired and increasingly grumpy for the next several days.
Hearing a cheerful female’s voice, Cresth couldn’t decide whether to be happy or irritated. In the end, he decided for neither; if the Green wanted him to talk, he would, but he hoped she was expecting an energetic conversational partner.
Shifting his wings slightly so that they’d get more sun, he turned to see the Green he had landed next to, and rumbled a soft,‘ Hello,’ in greeting.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 5:51 pm
The pretty green huffed. She was hoping for more than a hello but perhaps this one was just shy? Well, Astarteth straightened herself up and out. She could change that. Looking him over, she noticed a droop in his wings. Flying hard?
Kallista cursed as her rank cord got tangled again. She was a runner, not a Weaver, shard it! Such a simple task as braiding was a pain in the neck. Picking at the knot she had created (and had no idea how), the teen looked over at the leathers and sighed. While she understood why it was necessary for her to be able to do her own straps and other materials, it was still annoying.
She supposed with time things would get easier.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 3:28 pm
‘ Mine wanted to chase storms.’ He grumbled, finally working up the energy and presence of mind to give the Green a closer look. She was pretty, he decided; well proportioned and nicely colored. He preferred the more simply patterned Greens to those with chaotic or messy patterns, finding them to be easier on the eyes.
He paused for a moment, trying to figure out if stating his observation would be met with a positive reaction or not. Finally, he decided that from what little he had observed of her it was unlikely that she’d take offense, so he simply said,‘ You’re pretty.’
Mella strode across the grounds, intent of catching some sun herself. The rain had been unpleasantly cold and had left both her and her clothes soaked. Upon returning to the Weyr she had promptly shed her riding gear, opting instead for sandals, shorts, and a strappy little leather top that would be deemed appropriate only in a Weyr. She didn’t really care, though, what people would think of her chosen outfit; she was chilly and wanted to expose as much of her skin to the lovely sun as possible.
Her fingers ran through her long, damp hair, stopping to fight with a knot they found as Mella squinted up at the ledges. She spied a lump that she suspected was Cresth and made her way to the ground below him. Another girl had already beaten her there and seemed to be having trouble with her rank cord.
“ Problems?” she asked, letting her fingers fall from her detangled hair.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 5:54 pm
Chase storms? Does she like to be wet? Astarteth was confused by so many different behaviors in riders. Why couldn't they all be like hers, then she could understand them better. Thank you. You are a nice shade of blue and certainly bigger than some I have met.
Kallista looked up at the sudden arrival of another rider. And then looked over to the ledge to where Astarteth was... Apparently taken with another blue. Shaking her head, the green rider wondered how long she would have to deal with this sort of behavior.
Knot picked apart, the green and plain straps were once again in her lap. Frowning, she tried to remember exactly how in lessons, they had made the cords. Left over right, weave under or was it over? "I thought to do my straps and cords while Astarteth sunned herself. Though I seem to be making a mess out of all of it. My name's Kallista. My green is there on the ledge."
Your size must have helped you fly in the winds? Astarteth asked politely.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:26 pm
‘ Mine wanted a head start on training for our new Wing, thought flying storms would help.’
At the Green’s compliment Cresth shifted his weight from one foot from the other, and had dragons been capable of blushing he likely would have done so. Doling out compliments was easy enough, especially if they were true, but the Blue had some difficulty in receiving them. ‘ I- thank you.’
“ I’m Mella and I believe Cresth… ,” she paused, receiving confirmation from him,“ yes, he’s the Blue that’s speaking with yours.”
Mella decided that if her company had been unwelcome, the other girl would not have introduced herself. With that in mind, she went to the girl’s side and sat in one fluid motion. Gesturing to the straps, she said,“ If you’d like, I could show you. It’s hardly different from braiding hair.”
‘ A Bronze probably would’ve thought it was fun, or a fat Brown.’ After a brief pause Cresth added,‘ It was fun to see Mine look so soggy. Does yours look funny wet?’
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:08 pm
Flying in storms makes no sense. Unless she wishes to get... Too wet can make a person... Astarteth tried to remember what Kallista told her once. The green blinked in confusion and then prodded her rider. When you are too wet what happens?
You get sick? Kallista replied a little confused.
SICK! Astarteth replied triumphantly. She would have grinned if she could have, instead she opened her wings and closed them back again.
"Well met, Mella. Handsome looking fellow you have. Forgive my manners but I do not think I have met a female blue rider before." Kallista gave her head a little bob. She held up the stripes of leather and grinned. "I can braid hair, I just got it tangled up a bit. Of course, I tend to tangle hair too. I normally just pulled mine back into a ponytail."
Astarteth tried to think. Mine doesn't like to get wet. She scrubs me in the shallows. It is funny when I splash her though.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 7:24 pm
Mella nodded in agreement as she took the offered strips.“ Female blue riders are a small but growing faction. I admit, it can lead to some awkward situations.”
Cresth apparently heard this, or at least got the general feeling of what Mella was saying, because he let out a bugle of protest, making Mella chuckle and add,“ Of course, I wouldn’t trade him for anything.” As she spoke, Mella’s dark fingers began to fiddle with the straps, weaving them slowly at first so Kallista could see, but eventually they began to move faster, hitting a quick but steady pace.
Mollified, Cresth returned his attention to Astarteth. ‘ Mine does not get sick easily because she… used to run?’ The end sounded more like a question, making it obvious that the Blue was uncertain about his answer. He went quiet for a bit, trying to remember why Mella rarely got sick, but unable to come up with any answer other then running. Finally Cresth settled for saying,‘ She was trained to run and ran to lots of places.’ He knew he could ask his why she didn’t get sick, but his misplaced sense of pride made him reluctant to admit that he’d forgotten something so seemingly important about his rider.
‘ Yours is funny when you splash her? Does she get puffed up and angry? Angry humans are funny, like the little cousins when they get angry.’
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 7:52 pm
Kallista's eyes stayed steady on Mella's hands as she wove the rank cord. Watching the older girl's nimble fingers, she soon figured out what she had done wrong and was willing to try again. "Well, any situation that is best for the dragon, is best for the rider I suppose. I think I see how you are weaving it now. Between the cords and straps, I want to make sure everything is the way it is supposed to be."
Astarteth made a noise of agreement. That must be why mine doesn't get sick. She runs every morning. She ran before we Impressed. Maybe everyone should run?
This was an amazing leap for the green. Probably one of a handful that she would ever make in her lifetime. Happy that their riders had something in common, she passed this information along to Kallista. Cresth's rider runs like you.
Kallista blinked in surprise as Astarteth made her happy announcement. Looking the girl over again, she noticed some of the markers of being a runner, or a former one anyways. "Astar says you used to run? Are you from Ista?"
Mine makes angry noises and does not look happy when I splash her. Her hair sticks to her face. Little cousins? Does yours have a small one? Astarteth asked politely.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 10:35 pm
Handing back the mostly woven straps, Mella’s eyebrow raised slightly as Kallista’s question caught her off-guard. The surprise lasted only a moment, however, as she realized that Cresth had likely been the source of information.
“ I did indeed run, but I hail from Igen.” Her eyes flicked briefly over Kallista’s body before asking,” And you? Did you run, or something else?”
' No, no little cousins. Mine says I scare them.' Cresth rumbled in amusement, obviously unrepentant.' They are silly little things.'
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:10 pm
"Indeed. In fact, I was on a run with I was Searched. I still keep up with it, I honestly don't think I could ever stop. I run in the mornings with another rider and then in the evenings when it is cool." Kallista realized that she was babbling and gratefully took the cords back. Looking at the straps, she wrinkled her nose but began to stretch the leather out like she was taught in class.
I find them helpful when they wish to scrub my hide. Other than that, annoying. Chatter. Astarteth snorted. The sun was moving and she shifted ever so slightly to catch the rays in her wings.
"How old were you when you were Searched, if you don't mind me asking? Do you come from a Station or a Runner family?" Kallista was always happy to talk about her former craft.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 8:32 pm
“ Running is a lifestyle and hard to give up.” Mella said in agreement. “ I still run too, to stay in shape and to relax.”
‘ I like to swat at them, make them puff up and hiss. They are better then little humans, which shriek and stink.’ He paused, trying to recall his and Mella’s last trip to see her family. He couldn’t remember anything in detail – it was far too long ago for a dragon’s memory – but he got the impression that older baby humans weren’t so bad. ‘ I think human Hatchlings are better once they can walk. Have you ever seen a human Hatchling?’
Leaning back, Mella stretched out across a rock and allowed a small smile to tug at her lips. “ It’s no problem. It’s nice to be able to discuss something other then dragons without looking like a fool. Let’s see… I was Searched at sixteen turns, not long after I finished my first Cross. I come from a small runner family: my parents are Tandal and Milia and my only sibling is Kombal. My mother helps to run the station.” Mella paused, not to catch her breath – like with running, speaking was a matter of pacing oneself – but to fondly reflect upon the memories that brough up. Her reflection, however, was brief, and soon replaced by curiosity, though only her voice registered this.
“ Did you get to complete a Cross before you were swept off to here? Are you missed? I get the feeling we Runners are not quite as plentiful as, say, Harpers.” Here Mella’s lips tightened and twitched as she fought back a grin.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 8:18 pm
That sounds like fun! Astarteth perked up at the thought of mischief. When Cresth asked her about human Hatchlings, she shook her head. No. I did not know that humans made eggs.
"I didn't get the chance to complete a true Cross before I was searched. I mainly ran from my father's station to smaller, outlying holds. The furthest I ran to was Ista. Have you heard of Sandy Bend Station?" Kallista asked politely. Working the leather over and over again, soon it began to loose and stretch.
"My father is StationMaster Byrad and my mother, before she passed, was Kamorie. She was a Runner, the one who was teaching me. I am sure my younger brother misses me, Nejeran. I have two older brother Ceggar and Kienal." It felt real good to connect to another, older rider. Especially one who knew so much about her former craft. "At least a Harper can sing for their meal... Of course," she chuckled as she thought of E'rik,"they have to get their first."
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:55 pm
‘ Humans make eggs?’ Asked Cresth in confusion. He did not remember the word “baby” and did not seem to understand that Astarteth was confused by his use of the phrase “human Hatchlings.” He was pretty certain Humans didn’t lay eggs, but they had young, and since dragon young were called Hatchlings he figured that Human young were called Human Hatchlings; it made perfect sense to him.
‘ I… do not think Humans make eggs. Their very-young are small and cannot walk or talk, so I do not think they could hatch out of an egg.’ Thinking about this only seemed to confuse Cresth more, but thankfully his attention meandered back to the subject of flitts before he could get irritated at his lacking memory. ‘ I like the little Bronzes and Golds best. Some think that they are big and it is fun to show them otherwise.’
“ I have heard of Sandy Bend Station. I’ve never been there, but my brother and parents probably have. You’re parents names sound familiar, but I’ve forgotten so much since I was Searched that I can’t be certain anymore.” Mella shifted her legs, trying to keep them from getting sore after her long flight with Cresth. Thinking of that gave her an idea.
“ If you’ve not yet taken your evening run, would you be amiable to me joining you? Maybe a… friendly little race?” The way Mella drawled the word “friendly” belied her true feelings: it would be a race, but she wouldn’t take it easy on the other former-runner.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 2:33 pm
Oh. Astarteth thought about this. She looked down at her rider thoughtfully. I can not see Kallista making a Hatchling. The green shook her head and then moved onto the next topic. They are funny when they puff up and I blow them away.
Kallista laid her straps aside and stretched her legs out. She grinned wickedly when Mella suggested a friendly race. In her runs with E'rik, she had to keep herself from running too far ahead of him. After all, it wouldn't be nice to leave him in the dust.
But to run against someone who knew how to run.
"Nope. I have not taken my evening run. And I would love the company. A friendly race sounds like a lot of fun... There are not too many here who enjoy the sport."
Kallista? What are you doing? Astarteth asked with interest. She watched her rider get down from the rock and stretch a little bit.
Jut having some fun, love. Are you enjoying talking with Cresth? Her rider asked. Nodding to Mella, Kallista kept her easy smile. "Astar seems to be enjoying her time with Cresth."
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