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 Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:01 pm
Igen...well, it certainly wasn't Ista. But T'ka wasn't one to complain, and neither was Haanyath. They were both plenty displeased, to be sure, but voicing this wasn't necessary. What good would it do them anyway? They just happened to have ended up at the wrong Weyr. They would have a chance to relocate eventually, so it was just a waiting game for now, T'ka supposed. They couldn't stay here forever. Igen...well, it didn't take kindly to the moody green and her independant rider. T'ka outright refused to be a part of any silly 'faction', which wasn't helping her fit in.
In an effort to get away from it, from them, the green rider spent a lot of time keeping her riding gear in immaculate condition, tending to Haanyath, oiling and scratching and doting on her until Haanyath complained. Speaking of the green...T'ka opened an eye. Haanyath wasn't too far away, rolling animatedly in the sand like some kind of giant grub. It was almost...cute. But T'ka would never say so. T'ka herself was simply sitting outside, enjoying the blistering sun, because any sort of weather was better than the wind those pompous bronze riders blew.
She sighed and ran a hand through hair that was becoming progressively blonder with the extensive outdoor hours. She should probably cut it. Or do something different. Twice now she'd been mistaken for her cousin from a distance. Poor Kyllae. T'ka wondered how she was holding up. On that thought...Kyllae had asked T'ka to do something, before she'd left for Igen. T'ka was supposed to give a flit egg to this one girl, Hanya. Remembering the name was easy, seeing as it quite closely resembled her life partners. For once something was easy. However, finding someone was a bit more difficult than that. Hanya didn't have a dragon for Haanyath to contact, and T'ka didn't want Haanyath asking around other dragons if they'd seen her. Haanyath caused enough trouble as is, the way she snorted and sassed all the other dragons, as if she were a gold. It was a miracle they weren't in trouble yet.
Sooo...T'ka just had to hope she would run into the girl before too long. She had a few days before the egg hatched, to be sure, but still...she would rest just a tad better when she wasn't worrying about a job. It was important to T'ka to see the egg to its would-be owner. She had her hands full with her own two, thank you very much; she didn't need another.
Speaking of the devils...Xythe and Daeok, the green and bronze flits swooped and chattered above her, quite happy to be here. Why wouldn't they be? They didn't have to deal with sexism and Weyr politics. T'ka chewed her lip. Maybe she would have one of them contact Kyllae's flits, and get a picture of what Hanya looked like, and see if they couldn't find the girl in question.
<> Haanyath informed, not pausing in her sand romping.
<> T'ka replied, lounging back on the rocky outcropping as if it were a throne fit for the Weyrwoman herself. Not that Favan deserved anything nice. That woman was crazy. But...with any luck, she would bring some much needed change to Igen.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 8:49 am
Hanya was dressed defiantly in blue and yellow, walking with her head erect and spine straight, outwardly fearing no one. Nobody could touch her now. She was leaving in a sevenday at the longest, and there would be no more of this nonsense. Until then, she could put up with being alternately shunned and courted by the various factions. She would suffer in silence.
For the first time in her life, Hanya had spent the better part of her time in near silence. Though her head was filled with rebellious thoughts, she was not willing to invite danger on herself. Her clothing was the only snide part of her. That...was just how it was going to have to go. Sometimes she did have conversations, like with the peculiar boy from the Flying Wherries.
Gangs didn't make sense to her. But that was life. She couldn't do anything about it.
Spice caught sight of company before Hanya did and trilled loudly, flapping her wings and trying clumsily to take off from her place under Hanya's headscarf and only succeeding in tangling herself in it and shrieking unhappily. Ducking her head in case the attention Spice had just drawn to them ended up being negative, Hanya untangled the little green and glanced up from under the scarf.
She saw something that shouldn't have made her smile, but Igen rearranged priorities pretty quickly. The stocky, spotted Green was a welcome sight in a place so full of strange and unfamiliar faces, and Hanya picked up speed and nearly skipped over to the tall greenrider and her lifemates. It was quite darling, how Haanyath was acting, and she for once didn't fear harm from the dragon that had been her first sight at the Weyr.
"T'ka, of green Haanyath?" she asked tentatively when she got close enough to talk.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:52 pm
When T'ka impressed a dragon as infamous as Haanyath, she had hoped that, over time, she would get used to being recognized, even when she didn't know the other person. Well, she still wasn't used to it, unfortunately, and it was a might bit uncomfortable to have someone know both your name, and your dragons, so that introductions were off, and instead she was left digging through her memory trying to put a name to a face. Still, any irritation she felt was offset by the fact that, if this girl recognized her, she was probably from Ista, and overall, it seemed even the silliest of Ista's inhabitants were more reasonable than Igen's.
She looked Hanya once over, and found her bold color statement reassuring. She certainly stood out against the bleakness of the forsaken desert Weyr. "You would be correct. I am T'ka," she offered, and extended a hand for shaking, as she stood up. It wouldn't be polite to entertain the attentions of this unknown girl while sitting. She gestured over her should with a jerk of her head. "Haanyath extends her greetings as well."
<> Haanyath complained. T'ka chose to ignore this. Haanyath's reputation wasn't the best as it was, if she could soften it a little by fudging the edges, making her seem a little more polite...well, no one would suffer for it. Thankfully, no other person could hear Haanyath, T'ka didn't think she could salvage any bit of reputation if they could. Haanyath was annoyed though. She wasn't sure if she liked this new girl yet. She had one of those annoying squeakers with her, the not-so-dragon dragons, and Haanyath didn't like them. And Hers lied. Hers gave greeting where it was not due. Haanyath felt she needed to express her agitation, and express it she did. She paused in her rolling to glare over at T'ka and Hanya, with blue eyes tinged red, and shrieked at them in a none too pretty voice, nose crinkling in displeasure.
T'ka brushed off Haanyath's shriek with a hand motion. "Again, she says hello," that bit was quieter though, so that a certain green wouldn't hear it. "Forgive me," although T'ka didn't feel like she had done anything that needed forgiving in the first place, seeing as it wasn't her job to remember people, "But I cannot recall your name. And this is hardly an introduction if we don't at least exchange names."
Xythe and Daeok were excited. Well, Xythe was anyway. They trilled and whistled, swooping down to perch on the shoulders of Theirs. There was a new lizard, a new friend? Xythe were overly curious. She leaned forward good naturedly, weaving back and forth a little as bright blue eyes surveyed Hanya's own flit. Daeok was not so outgoing, but still, he curled lazily around T'ka's neck, blinking and watching this new person, and in turn their flit, with mild interest. There was no food involved, so, really, there was nothing to be too excited about.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 4:41 pm
Hanya wasn't above a nervous jump as Haanyath shrieked, but T'ka's calmer demeanor and calm sentiment earned a slight smile and she settled down quickly enough. "Good day to you as well," she said, inclining her head and dropping a short curtsy to the spotted green in the hopes of appeasing her temper somewhat. She had never actually seen Haanyath from this close before, so it was interesting (and nerve-wracking) to do so now. But even that face, eyes as red-tinged as they were, was familiar and thus somewhat comforting.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said when T'ka asked her name. "I'm afraid we've never properly met. I just...remembered the names of the transfers," she said quickly, stumbling over her words in a rush to make sure she hadn't offended T'ka. "I'm Hanya, former Ista Candidate...soon to be apprentice weaver again." She figured she might as well announce it with some degree of pride; it was that little petty detail that had her so happy recently anyway.
"I knew your cousin, Kyllae," she went on, hoping to avoid some of the awkwardness by explaining that much, at least. "I consider her a friend, and I hope she considers me one, and I thought I ought to at least say hello, since we're both from Ista..." she paused for a moment, martialled her thoughts, and then finished up. "And frankly, it's nice to have someone to talk to who has something more on her mind than Impressing Gold or furthering her faction's interests...or making women's lives miserable."
Now admittedly, there weren't many of those people, but Hanya would leap to whatever conclusions she sharding well pleased. And now, with ulterior motives all laid out on the table, she waited for T'ka's reply. Spice was infinitely more interested in the flitts than in anything else, and she gave a noisy, excited trill at Xythe and again started her clumsy flap from Hanya's shoulder, only to be caught quickly in two hands and rearranged firmly on Hanya's shoulder.
"No. Stay," she said, reinforcing it with an image of Spice-on-Hanya's-shoulder and grimacing apologetically at T'ka. "She's a bit nosy...and noisy, come to think of it."
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 7:58 pm
Names of the transfers, eh? Not terribly likely, seeing as there were quite a few, weren't there? Oh well, who was she to judge what was the truth and what wasn't. She would let other people deal with decisions, right now she just wanted some down time, and would take whatever non-Haanyath company she could get.
She did a double take when Hanya revealed who she was. Hanya? THE Hanya? Well, obviously it was her, if she did indeed know Kyllae. A friend? Ha, THAT seemed unlikely but...it made T'ka a little happier, to know that not everyone wanted to tear the damn girl's guts out. It also served to warm T'ka to Hanya's presence a little more. If this girl, Hanya, could be friends with Kyllae...well than the least T'ka could do would be to consider her more than tolerable.
How did one bring up the topic of gift giving though. T'ka wasn't well versed in those sort of things, seeing as she didn't socialize a great deal, and it was rarer still that she actually had something to give. Somehow 'Hey, here's a flit egg' seemed a little off. More tact would be necessary, she concluded.
She extended a large hand for shaking, and though she didn't offer much of a smile, her eyes were friendly enough. "Well met Hanya. Good for you, getting out of this place. If it weren't for Haanyath, I doubt I could stand this Weyr for long either."
T'ka gestured at her two flits with a jerk of her head, and made a show of rolling her eyes. "No apologies are necessary, I know all about bad mannered flits." It was true, Xythe and Daeok weren't very well behaved. The barely followed even the simplest of commands. T'ka just didn't have the know-how or the patience to train them. Shards, it was a miracle she was able to curtail Haanyath's temper at all.
Xythe was sad that this new friend wouldn't be allowed to play. Really, humans were so silly, where was the fun in just sitting? Xythe almost, almost hopped onto Hanya's shoulder, to play with Spice, but T'ka picked up on that before Xythe could take action, and a fierce mental scolding detered Xythe from that particular path...for now. So instead she too sat on her human's shoulder, but had eyes only for Spice. She was awaiting the time she could liberate her green sister!
Daeok was not nearly so interested. Really, there was no food involved, and the humans were just talking. What was at all exciting about that? Nothing really. Unless maybe they were terms of endearment from His. But those were few and far in between, as T'ka wasn't exactly a very affectionate person. Oh well. Daeok didn't mind. His fed him, and she did love him, even if she didn't always act like it. That was all he needed.
Haanyath was not pleased that she was not being translated properly. Hers was so frustrating sometimes, she didn't say what Haanyath did! Why did she soften it? It really wasn't fair. Haanyath shook herself to dislodge her body of the majority of sand, and stomped over to the girls, making quite a show of kicking up the sand behind her, puffing up her chest, and fanning her wings lightly as to stir up a bit of sand. She growled at nothing in particular, and stood a few feet behind Hers, leering at Hanya.
<>T'ka warned, outwardly showing no sign of irritation at her dragon, but inwardly quite peeved at Haanyath's crude behavior.
<nice, Mine. You do not convey my words very accurately.>>
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