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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 10:52 am
R'ysan made it to the first dirty latrine in record time, with a mop and plenty of buckets hanging across it as he shouldered them through the door. While his newborn flit peeked out of his pocket looking at the world with curious eyes. Little Snitch was eager to see everything but still being so young he only had small bursts of energy and thus as they arrived in the latrine the little blue was already crawling around trying to settle for a nap.
The teen balanced the mop and heavy buckets as he dragged a towel off his neck and laid it out into one of the basins making sure that the small hole was stopped up good at the bottom before plucking up Snitch and setting him inside the basin on the cozy towel. "There ya go, Snitch. That's a big bed for such a small fry but it will do. Ya get some sleep while I handle the cleaning."
While this punishment had been intended to be a harsh one, what D'astel didn't seem to understand was the boy was constantly at work when he lived at home. Who wouldn't be when you're feeding a family of five while your parents are always drunk on the sauce. It was not like he didn't know how to thrive under pressure. He had to wonder if D'astel thought he was really teaching him something here.
The pondering only made him shake his head as he finally set the buckets down and slid the mop out from them. He swung the mop around in a fighting stance and thrust it forward against some unseen opponent - although he did envision the Weyrleader as an appropriate target in his head. Then, he turned and with a even stroke brought the mop down into the soapy water of one bucket and dragged it out with a tight twist to the wet clothes at the end as if he were twisting the arm off his imaginary opponent before slapping the mop to the ground.
He pushed the mop along in quick strategic strokes practicing his moves along the way. Yes, he'd make this long day worth his while. Turning back to the buckets, he raced forward and leaped to the other side with the mop coming down upon the unseen enemy. A ruthless grin shot across his face, "Yeah!" He then turned and knelt by the buckets he had leaped over and twisted the dirty water into the empty bucket.
You're having too much fun without me! And why does Snitch get to go but not me! Reg said feeling rather grumpy in her bed because she didn't want to be stuck there.
R'ysan chuckled as he lifted the mop up and wiped his forehead, Well, if you were here, I'd make you do some of the chores too.
Reg got real quiet after that.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 12:16 pm
Amelia had spent the better part of the evening arguing with Sharath about their punishment. Yes, she did not agree with it, no she would not shirk the punishment. Yes Sharath had been loyal in standing up for Amelia and no, it was not of the best timing that Sharath had. The argument had gone on for the better part of two hours as Amelia had tried again and again to get the young queen to understand. And she did – to some degree – but she wasn’t willing to admit she’d been wrong. She was a gold so her word stood above all others.
That had spurred another fevered discussion that Amelia had been too stubborn to give up on. Sharath needed to understand the difference between a leader and a dictator and it just wasn’t sinking into the young one’s skull. She had, however, acknowledged that she should have remained quiet after Amelia had trapped her in her own logic and the argument had ended there. While not totally satisfied, Amelia was reassured that her dragon might actually be on the path to understanding that subtle difference in authority.
Thus, with little sleep and a headache to boot, Amelia had wandered to the lecture and then onwards to the chores that awaited. It was a relief, really, to be put to manual labour. This was nothing new to the goldrider and she’d arrived shortly after R’ysan with an equal load just as easily shouldered as he had. Setting everything down, she surveyed the area and set to work, speaking as she moved, “I’m sorry about yesterday. Sharath… well, Sharath has a lot to learn. She told me what you’d said to her and I tried to explain what you meant, R’ysan. Her failings are my own, and I recognize that but I’d like it if you’d give her a chance? She’s far more complex then the ‘Goldy’ you called her. Everybody’s allowed a blunder or two, right?” She spoke easily, falling into the rhythm of the chore quickly enough and without hesitation. “You probably lost what little respect you had for me and I respect that but please do not punish Mine for being as loyal as she is.”
Falling into a comfortable silence, the goldrider began the tedious task of cleaning the latrines themselves and while she turned a little green – it was far from a pleasant thing – she did not shy away.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 2:42 pm
R'ysan himself couldn't say he had half the problems Amelia had with her dragon because to be honest, Reg and he were a mix of 'I want' and 'I acquire' of course there wasn't any real balance there at all and maybe someday they'd address it but for the most part, R'ysan was able and right now Reg's wants weren't bigger than what he could accomplish. With the exception of the mirror most recently. He'd have to filch one from some where although he was still feeling out the Weyr's coming and goings so he hadn't let his slippery fingers do their 'magic'. Actually he preferred pilfering at Gathers and Markets but it wasn't hard to do it in other places with the right timing its just right now Reg made everything just a little bit difficult. It was hard to 'acquire' things when you had your lovely green dragon nuzzling your hip.
He also had sat through the lecture but of course being so early, it was hard to say how much he remembered of it. Having used that time to let his muscle relax knowing that might be his only break for awhile. Considering his newborn flit had hatched so recently, he didn't get a ton of sleep but this almost seemed like a normal day to him in that regard.
When he heard the door creak open he is eyes searched quickly upwards from his wringing into the bucket. He stood up leaning on the mop as she sat her pile of cleaning materials down. Mm...it was pretty interesting to see another woman shouldering a load like that. Meant she probably knew how to handle a little more strenuous work than some candidates he met.
She didn't wait to long to start talking about yesterday. Well, he had a feeling after yesterday she was more of a cut to the chase sort and that wasn't a bad thing if you didn't want crap to simmer too long. So he listened as he pushed the mop towards its next destination trying to to remain idle for too long. Listening gave him time to process the words even though it wasn't uncommon for him to shoot from the hip and spit out exactly what he felt. However, in this situation, without dragons and being stuck in the same bathroom that smelled like toe cheese and sweat, it seemed like they were pretty much on the same footing - Janitors.
"Mmm..." he paused for a moment as she finished speaking trying to formulate a better response than just Ok...whatever. People nor dragons changed over night, however, what she was asking for wasn't entirely impossible for him either. He pushed the mop into a corner then continued, "I suppose she does have a lot to learn. But you ain't your dragon so her failings ain't yours unless she runs roughshod over you and gets her way."
Drawing the mop back around he scrubbed harder into the corner to get at some nasty brown ick on the floor and shook his head slightly. "I'll give you a chance, Amelia because you've got the guts to face up and sense to match. But, Gol...Sharath, If I go giving her a second chance right away, that ain't doing her any good am I? If I go handing her a second chance right away she might thing she's won. Seems like this is the first time she's had to square off with anyone outside of you. Don't quite understand how dragons come into this world so set in their ways having not grown through the struggles we've had."
He frowned as he pondered that for a moment, "I don't think I've lost respect for you. Heck, I didn't know you that well before I shot my mouth off at the Weyrleader and you spoke up. I still don't know you that well but you didn't shy off like most of the others in our class. And ya didn't sit on your thumbs either, so that counts for something even if your dragon's got...mmm...um...all the wrong ideas about vassals and queenship." He used smarter words than what he could have chosen. He knew how to have a better tongue when he tried; the part was trying and getting him to care. But at the moment, he was doing pretty well at. Must have been due to the similar circumstances.
"Hey, I'm sorry my mouth got pretty foul yesterday. Sometimes I get really revved up and lack a filter. Reg, I think wants to be my filter but she's not to good at that yet." he smirked a little as he wrung out the mop again and got more soapy water for the other side.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 5:35 pm
Amelia laughed at the other’s comment about Sharath running roughshod over her and shook her head, “It’s not that she’s trying to control me, I think – and even if she were, I’m sorry but I’m no one’s obedient puppet. “ Rolling her shoulders, bones popped and muscles rippled beneath the tunic she’d chosen to wear and her coveralls were her work gear, so worn and smeared with grit and grease they’d never be totally clean. “I do, however, think she’s trying her sharding best to get what we deserve. Thing is that blasted idiot doesn’t realize that demanding it means you get it.” Amusement and fondness softened the frustration evident in her words as she paused in her work to regard R’ysan.
“And I know doting on her won’t do any good. It’s like letting up on a child the moment they start crying and apologize for their mistake – it just tells them they can push. You’re the first one that hasn’t been cowed by her, yes.” She scratched her head, frowning, “People only see her colour and react to that… it’s very frustrating. I’m no Weyrwoman and she’s just a dragonet, young and brash and loyal to a fault – learned that early on. Sometimes I think she’s got a temper worse then mine.” Chuckling again, Amelia returned to the work at hand, smiling as R’ysan continued.
“Er… thanks. I tend to surprise people – there are people who still think I grew up somewhere other then this Weyr. Even the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader had no idea who I was – so thanks for giving me a chance. I figure if there’s a job to be done might as well do it right the first time rather then waste effort or lives on something fruitless.” She puffed out her cheeks in a gesture of reluctant agreement, “Right you are. Sharath… is ahead of the game, I think. Thinking of her goals long before the steps needed to get there.”
Switching to the rinsing bucket, she grinned suddenly, “Don’t worry about it. Everybody’s got their opinion – I just don’t like it when preconceptions are propagated. And I tell ya, though, I’m glad is the ‘punishment’. Any more of the lecture and my brain would’ve oozed my ears from boredom. Mn, so is your dragon cooped up in the barracks too? Sharath was spitting mad at that, took an hour to convince her staying put was not in fact a personal sleight.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 4:53 pm
R'ysan smirked back at the response and enjoying the muscles that just rippled under Amelia's tunic. Well, at least she was toned. Much nicer to look at than some of the other girls around the Weyr. "Well that's good to know. Means years down the road ya can't ever tell me that Sharath made ya do it." He wiped his hands on his pants knowing there was no helping the grim that was going to be building up on his work clothes. He felt lucky that he was used to smelling like beer, grains and hops sometimes sour ones at that when things got a little dated in the vats so the stench around him wasn't nearly as evil to his nose.
"Yeah, she's kind of ahead of herself but I guess it's good to have a goal. Maybe she just needs to get it in to her head that right now is her free time to learn about what takes a wise and loved leader. Of course she probably won't listen unless there's something good in it for her. Like, mm...let's see. Trying to think from a dragon perspective." He pondered the thought for a moment trying to think of what a gold dragon might want or as a matter of fact any female dragon.
"Ok. Mm...if she's loved by her population, then when she has flights she'll probably get a better selection of bronze and brown boys wanting her. Of course, I guess that makes it better for you too I'm guessing." Ok...well that did seem odd to think about it that way but who'd want a flight or mate with some bootlicking idiot. He knew that he'd rather not wake up to something like that in the morning on any day of the week.
"Well, sometimes it's nice to be anonymous. With her you ain't ever going to be that again. But yea, having people coming up and being all nice nice because their looking for your favor isn't cool either. Heck, those are the people that will never tell you a straight answer when you need one." He wrung out the mop again and set it to the side then started looking through the other bucket he brought for a good sponge.
"Yeah, my Reg, she's cooped up in the barracks. Oh she was grumping up a storm until I told her if she was with me she'd be cleaning too. Haven't heard a peep out of her since. I think she's sleeping now finally." He walked over to the basin and peeked in. "Yep, and my new baby flit is fast asleep too. He's all tuckered out from breakfast. Snitch tried to fit himself in L'thor's mouth. I dare say, I think I've got a little blue troublemaker here. Takes after his old man." He laughed at the idea of being the flit's daddy as he picked up a sponge to start working on scrubbing out the other empty basin.
"Heck I'd much rather be here than listening to another droning lecture. I'm sure I'm learning something but I don't know how many folks are going to care how much I know about the history of this Weyr. It's not like I'm going to be giving a grand tour to some unknown dignitaries." He grinned for a moment, "Yeah, I'd be just the guy to give an assignment like that to." He said sarcastically as he started scrubbing the faucet. "So what did you use to do in the Weyr before you got Go...Sharath?" Yeah, he was going to have a hard time getting that nickname out of his head.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 1:05 pm
Amelia chuckled, “I don’t think it’s that she’s greedy either. She’s just… really aware of her birthright I think. A true queen in the making even if I’m a bumbling buffoon stumbling alongside her with little knowledge to help back her up. Mn… perhaps. She hasn’t really seemed drawn to anyone yet – she does favour the bronzes with her attention though, testing maybe. I’ll have to see when it comes to that, though…” Truth be told, Amelia was nervous about that prospect of being a rider. Riders had little choice when their dragons chose to rise or chase a female… and she’s always been somewhat sad for them, to be caught up in such a thing. What was it like, to be caught in the lust of a mating flight? She shrugged outwardly before moving on – that was a bridge she’d cross when she came to it.
“I’m more under the impression she just wants respect… and is determined to have it – though I don’t really know why she’s got such a strong drive for it. It, well, causes things like yesterday.” Frowning, Amelia continued to rinse the floors she nodded at his next comments, “Indeed. Before, I could hardly get any riders to say hello and while I’m sure they were busy for one reason or another, and now I say hello and people either shy away or get all formal.”
Amelia laughed as R’ysan spoke of Regedith’s reluctance for chores, “That’s one way to get some distance I guess. Sharath comes with me into the tunnels sometimes – though it’s probably because she gets extra long baths afterwards because she gets covered in grit.” Perking at the mention of a firelizard, she followed him to basic and peered in as well, smiling broadly, “Aw. I don’t have any firelizards, actually. If he’s like his pa, the Weyr’ll be taken by storm!” Amused, she pondered petting the little blue and then decided against it.
“I… think I have to know that sort of thing.” She made a face, indicating that sometimes a lot was too much. “And I dunno, if they wanted a frank and honest opinion, I’d bet you’d give it to them without reservation. Oh, I was an excavator. I had asked to attend the Impression – I’d never been to one – and everyone let me go. Helped my parents with the upkeep and construction of the tunnels for most of my life. You? From the Weyr too?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 10:09 am
"Yeah, well, you're lucky since golds don't rise as often as greens. I'm hoping Reg is a bit picky when she finally gets interested." he chuckled pretty much ok with his own sexuality compared to some. It wasn't something he ever got hung up on because he really hadn't any time for doubts or fear of it. However, he always hoped for challenging personalities.
Peering into the basin, he finally judged it clean then moved to another. "She sure is determined. But she's going to bump a lot heads like that. Especially mine." he chuckled a little at the thought. "I've got a feeling she's going to remember me when she's a big dragon."
"Oh Reg, she follows me all over because she's realized that one day she might be to big to go where the people go. She doesn't like that at all! She doesn't like places she can't explore and get into. Reg tries to sit on chairs and she wants to eat with a fork like me and drink out of a mug. She tried to grasp a fork with her hand once but that didn't work out so well. She also likes to collect the silverware." He shakes his head and works on a stain at the bottom of the sink. "It's going to be rough when she can't scoot up to the table anymore. But yeah, she just hates chores and work."
"So does Sharath..." he said it right this time. "have any amusing quirks?"
"Oh you can pet him if you want." noticing her interest. "Ha! Indeed." he smirked as she spoke of Snitch's future. "Top of the troublemaker list!" He didn't mind that one bit to be honest. Well, I did some gambling with a few riders and won this egg. So it's possible to pick one up. I've seen others with flits around here."
"Yeah, you're kind of stuck with that job knowing all about the Weyr. Your future is sort of lined up for you in that way." he paused understanding the overwhelming sensation. "But yeah, I'd give it to them like it is."
"An excavator? That's quite a job. So that's where you got so toned up." He nodded with a bit more understanding. "Me? Nah...I'm not from the Weyr. I'm hold born. My family are brewers by trade. Can't say my portion of the family makes great brew though. My parents are pretty much drunkards. And I grew up as the sole bread winner...well at least one to make sure we had food and marks on the table. I wouldn't have even come here but my sister badgered me to go after this drunk blue rider searched me out. "
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 11:48 am
"I'm sure she'll find a suitable partner that appeals to you as well, R'ysan." She smiled, "The mating flights are quite a spectacle to watch though - I've liked watching the dragons fly since I was young and when they rise and chase one another... it's really amazing." Despite her nervousness regarding the event on a personal level, she really did enjoy watching the chase as the dragons streaked through the sky.
"I've got a feeling she'll remember anyone that doesn't agree with her," Amelia laughed, shaking her head, "I can only we've felt each other out by then. Shar- Regedith likes people things? Wow! I've heard of dragons refusing to talk to anyone but their riders... but never one that liked to collect human things. That's... kind of endearing, actually."
"Oh... uhm... Besides having a built in Gold Complex and a determination to be the top Gold in the Weyr?" She smirked, "Ah, well, she's got no trouble speaking to other colours of dragons - and she can separate rider from dragon. If she's upset at you, R'ysan, she might not be upset with Yours at the same time. And... hmn. I sound like I don't know my own dragon... but mostly I don't think she's a particularly quirky dragon. Loyal, driven, strong, and I think she really wants to be a good Queen, to lead a Weyr of her own and have it prosper... but I don't know if that's really a quirk or not." Amelia shrugged, obviously proud and fond of her dragon regardless of what faults or quirks or strengths she might have.
"Oh... a quirk: She gets really upset when Dorath tells her what to do. I don't know why." She frowned, "It's odd."
At the permission to touch, the goldrider reached in to pet the little flit, gently using only a single finger after she'd wiped it clean, "Yeah, I don't know if I'd be able to handle one in addition to Sharath, though." Amelia smiled.
"Yeah, hauling rock around, setting explosives, and maintaining tunnels is a lot of work. But I enjoy it." She tilted her head to the side, "Oh... I'm sorry to hear that. I don't drink, actually, but I understand it's a very intuitive craft yes? And if you hadn't come, you would not have Impressed Regedith, so that has to count for something too right? Aren't all Candidates anxious to Impress?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:36 am
R'ysan smiled, "Well, yeah, she's seems to care about my feelings so I'm sure she will give it a go but I'm guessing it's not easy in the heat of the moment. Oh well. I'll take it as it comes. I guess. I've not seen a mating flight but too many people talk about them around the Weyr so I've gotten a better idea about it all." He squeezed out the sponge and glanced around the Latrine.
"Looks like we got this one pretty much to specs. On to the bathing room I think." he started dropping the sponges into his supply bucket and getting fresh water. "Oh then I am going to be embedded in her memory for life." He chuckled a little at the thought, "Yep, Reg she wants to be able to try human things. She loves to explore and learn so I think that the human stuff is pretty amazing to her. Dragon stuff hasn't been as nearly as interesting for her. Reg thinks she can learn more about me by acting like humans. It's pretty cool except when she wants to wear my clothes. However, none of them will fit her so she has taken the only things that will - my socks. She like to wear them on her head knobs and tail tips." He sighed with an affectionate smile for his green goof, who was turning into quite a handful to say the least.
"Mm...well I'm guess that's a good quirk because dragons are their own selves. Yeah, well I suppose if quirks do come up you'll see them as she gets exposed to more things about her."
Snitch lifted up his tiny head and with a big yawn on his tiny face, he peered at the finger then looked up at the girl. He cooed and stretched his small blue wings before recurling up to sleep. "See, he's pretty good with that. Glad he wore himself out at breakfast because he's much easier to handle while I'm working. Although by the time lunch comes around he's going to be scrambling! Heck, you might be right and Sharath may not want to share you with a flit." he watched Snitch's soft fingers grab at the towel and pull it in over his face.
"Ha, that's easy enough. Golds are used to ruling the roost. Sharath is like any child that doesn't want Mom telling her what to do. Probably will take some time before she realizes how valuable this time was for her. Most of us don't realize how good we had it until things get hard." He dragged over his mop and slid it through the bucket handles then picked up the group and took them over to the bathing room then returned to pluck Snitch and the towel out of the basin.
"Explosives? Now that sounds exciting!" His eyes glimmered at the thought because surely he would be thrilled to try his hand at such a thing. "Sounds like your work was a bit more interesting than some around here. Oh don't worry about it, nothing to be done except work hard and make marks. Yeah brewing is pretty intuitive. Mostly, My sisters had food on the table and clothes to wear even if the brew wasn't the best. All that matters really. I got the jobs done." He paused for a moment as he put Snitch and the towel into the basin in the bathing room.
"I'm going to send more marks home when I get them and when Reg can fly I'm going to get home to them and see how they're doing. Mm...was I anxious to impress? Well, really, it all happened pretty fast for me. Heck, I had only been here a really short time before the touching and hatching. I remember her egg though. She was the last one I touched and she helped me leave the hatching ground. She wanted to adventure. I don't think she's too interested in Weyr stuff as much as exploration." He shook his head as he considered his words while wiping off his hands on his pants.
"I really didn't think I'd impress though. And I wasn't jumping around worried if I didn't. I'm not like most of these kids here. I'm not a soft person and I don't live my life easy. My past isn't pretty and I ain't afraid of anything really. But then Reg showed up and she doesn't care about all that. She likes me as I am well almost." He smirked up at Amelia. "Funny but I think Reg knew right then in the egg that I was the one. You weren't at the touching. I wonder how Go...Sharath figured you out?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 12:41 pm
Nodding as R’ysan prounced the latrines clean, Amelia finished up her work and set about collecting her supplies before she followed the green rider into the bathing room, “She likes to explore hmn? Well, if I ever find a moment of freedom, we can go explore the tunnels together if you like – If Sharath fits, Regedith definitely will. I don’t get to show people the twists and turns very often… and I know most of them like the back of my own hand.” Smiling, she set her bucket down and opened the primitive valve that allowed water into the bathing pool to use as a washing medium.
“It’s more then that, really. I can’t explain it but it’s like she’s got a grudge against Dorath for some reason….” She sighed, “Any command makes her fume angrily. I don’t know… I’ve been trying to figure it out. And yes, explosives. I’m a Journeyman Excavator so I know how to use and handle explosives and all that but I was in the middle of finishing my training for applications of explosives when the Hatching took place. Funny, when I think about it, how I had to ask for time off to go attend.”
She smiled at him, proud for this once-enemy, “You’re a honourable man then, R’ysan. To carry the load for your family, provide for them, and then intend to direct your earnings to them as a rider… You care a lot. They’re a lucky group.” Nodding, she shifted her attention back to the scrubbing of the bath’s rim and basin, “Let me know how they’re doing, hmn? I hope everything goes well.”
Amelia listened as R’ysan spoke of Regedith’s Impression and smiled, “I don’t know… maybe they’ve some sort of Dragon Sense about the people that are around. I thought when the blue came up into the stands that he might choose me. I must admit I was a little disheartened when he gave me an odd look then walked away – I thought it might have been because I wasn’t good enough.” She straightened and arched backwards in a long, good stretch, “When Sharath hatched I didn’t actually like the way she made everyone bow. I mean, really, you’ve only just been born and you’re acting like some sort of spoiled brat? Acting like she wasn’t going to Impress and then basically presiding over the rest of the Impressions… I remember that well. “
She laughed and shook her head, “When she addressed the whole gathering and said my name, I honestly thought she meant some other Amelia. But… mn, that instant link was already there and when she looked at me alone I realized she actually meant me. I was in a daze from there on, truth be told. I’d expected to see a Hatching because I’d never been to one before, and now I was walking across the sands in my work clothing with a dragon who’d gone and tried to play queen across the Weyr when she was five minutes old. … I’m sorry, I’m rambling. It’s all a bit of a surprise to me and even now I’m still getting used to the whole thing. I suppose the short answer would be that I guess they sense something about Theirs and that’s what calls them…. Sort of like a super accurate intuition? Maybe I’ll ask Luci about that, she’d probably know. Or one of the Dragonhealers…”
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 2:49 pm
"Oh I bet that Reg would love that while she's still small enough to get on down into the tunnels. She's been whining about getting big. She wants to remain small so she can hang out and explore humans places. I swear she's probably going to be annoyed when she gets stuck outside." He pulled out the mop again and put soap into the bucket to ready it for the water. At least the chatting was making the work seem to go quicker or at least less repetitive.
"Mm...Maybe she wants the power Dorath already has. But maybe you should ask her. Tell her to spill her guts now so you don't have to guess. Dorath is going to be around for a long time and has lots of experience to learn from in her case." He wasn't sure how dragon lessons would work with other dragons but since he was going to start learning things from L'thor in private tutoring sessions of his own in the future, he had to think Reg could learn something from Raith. "Had to ask to take time off for a Hatching?" He smirked, "I'm guessing that Sharath would have walked right out of the hatching and stormed the tunnels looking for you. Wouldn't that have been funny."
"Mm...Not sure I'd say honorable." he paused thoughtfully for a moment as he swirled the mop it the water before squeezing it lightly then flopping it to the floor. "It's more like duty. But I do care for my sisters. They were too small to take care of themselves and someone had to do it. Now that one of them is old enough to pull the weight while I'm becoming a rider, it's a big help. Sure, I'll let you know."
He scooted around the bathing room scrubbing in the soapy water. "Maybe Sharath knew subconsciously that you'd grab her by the head knobs and straighten her out?" he teased as he came back to the bucket and wrung out the mop before putting it back into the soapy bucket. "It sure is odd that dragons come out with more personality than human babies. I really didn't have much time to get a full idea of what baby dragon life going to be like when I got here so it was rather a surprise. At least we don't have to bottle feed, cloth and change diapers. I had enough of that when my youngest sister was born. This is a breeze comparatively."
R'ysan took a quick peek at his snoozing flit before starting moving to the other side of the bathing room. "Super accurate intuition? Yeah, ask her at your private lessons. I bet you're going to learn a lot more than we will in Weyrling Class. However, I got a lead on some semi-private lessons with a green rider and a club for greens and blues. Figure I'm going to join up and ask questions."
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 11:02 am
Amelia chuckled, "I don't think Sharath can get big enough fast enough for her tastes... I'm already oiling her all the time but she'll fuss about it. I don't know, is she small for a gold? I have no idea how big they're supposed to be right now - nobody's really told me. I only know to keep her hide basically shining otherwise it could crack like a dried out callous and that's something I'd rather avoid."
Rinsing the section she'd been working on, Amelia crawled around the rim to work a little further way around the tub, "I won't disagree about that - I can feel she wants the same position, the same importance and respect. And she has the ambition to do it too." She smiled as she reached out far and began to scrub, "Funny how I know some things without hearing them with Sharath - I understand why people speak of the bond with poetry and awe. Is your link to Regedith like that? Intuitively knowing things?"
A few moments passed as Amelia thought his comments over... grab her by the head knobs and straighten her out? Maybe... It was an odd thought, actually, if Sharath wanted someone that wasn't particularly yearning for a dragon. She knew the gold disliked being painted a certain because of her colour - a sentiment they both shared - but there was still so much Amelia didn't know about her dragon. "Do you think it's normal to feel out your lifemate, R'ysan...? I'm not the odd one out because I don't know everything about Sharath right now right? Sometimes I'm not entirely sure where I ought to stand or the frame of mind I should have - I don't care if you're a greenrider or a goldride- er, I guess that would be bronzerider - or a drudge. That's why I spoke against you yesterday, station isn't the beginning and end of someone... it's their integrity and strength of character, but people just seem to fall in line because I'm Sharath's bonded. It doesn't make much sense to me." She frowned, pausing in her work to consider her thoughts further.
However, the brush slick with suds suddenly slipped and she overcompensated, hands scrambling at the edge but they found no purchase and she sort of tilted face first into the soapy water, before sliding half ways into the pool. Murmbles and sputtering followed as she pushed herself up and arched a brow, "Perhaps that's a sign I'm thinking too much... pweh!" Spitting out bubbles, she shook her head in slight embarrassment.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:07 pm
"Well size don't matter, it's how you use it." he returned with a bit of a snarky remark as he answered back. "Yeah, I rub Reg down quite a bit. Even though she doesn't want to get big." There just was no stopping dragon growth and scaly skin on a dragon was like scaly feet. He didn't want Reg hurting. Actually her oil had improved his skin quite a bit over this short amount of time. He hadn't really realized how dry it was.
"Mm...my link with Reg is like...Well, kind of like talking to my sisters. Warm loving and all that. But maybe a bit more. I mean she shares some similar desires. We both are looking for something more out of life. I'm not sure it's poetry but she's seems to have fit into an area of my life that I hadn't really explored within myself." He had to think about all that as he was speaking because he certainly didn't have all the experiences of other riders. But for the most part from his vantage, Reg seemed to draw out aspects that he might not have tapped on his own...or at least she had those aspects.
He thought about Amelia's next question as she asked it for moment before answering. "Well sure I do. You'd feel out a potential lover, marriage partner, business partner...right? So it's got to be normal to feel out your lifemate. Heck, I don't know everything about Reg so I end up asking lots of questions when she does something I don't get. She can't always answer clearly but she tries to tell me how she feels. I think you've got bigger questions than I have for Reg because your future might be like Luci and Dorath. Once you get there it's going to be hard to take time to soul search each other."
He squeezed out the dirty mop then put it aside to grab up sponges to wipe down towel racks. "Yeah, I'd be a great gold rider." he flashed a wicked grin thinking how life would have been if he had been bonded to someone like Goldy. "Well, mmm....some folks are just awestruck by power. They lose that ability to...mmm...think on their feet. They expect great things from those born to power and want to follow in that person's shadow. I think they tend to forget that people like that have/had normal lives too."
He nodded a little as he scrubbed, "Yeah, and I probably deserved the comeback but Goldy...oops. She pissed me off something fierce not long after she hatched. I hadn't taken any time to get to know you and well thought she probably chose someone like her. Now I know better. Still, I ain't going to bow to her because I'm learning better of you. I'm more into partnerships than rulerships. But not all folks are like that; some people need a ruler and hope that person is wise and just. If you know what I mean? " Shards, I sound like an old man! he thought to himself. R'ysan knew it came from growing up way to fast and too much responsibilities on his shoulders but still, he had a long ways before that.
"Oh you're not thinking too much. There's too many that don't think enough so the smart ones have ta compensate!" He laughed as he finished scrubbing on the towel rack and checked it with a finger. "I'm the one rambling too much. Gee."
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 11:58 am
Amelia only arched a brow at the snarky comment, shaking her head. That was hardly what she'd meant - it was a medical question born of earnest concern over her lifemate, something she thought was universal among the dragonriders. Apparently R'ysan was just prone to been snappy. Sighing, she lifted herself out of the tub and slipped the top half over her coveralls off to wring them out. Thankfully, the fabric, as oiled and well used as it was, had repelled and caught most the water - she was relatively dry underneath.
"That's... how I feel about Sharath. She compliments me in ways I didn't know could be done." Amelia chuckled, "Which perhaps tells me I secretly want to be a precocious queen but that's doubtful."
Turning, she regarded the other as he spoke of learning about your dragon. Feel out your partner, hrm...? Like a lover or business partner? Sharath might not be a lover but the depth of their connection certain felt like it might be that deep... the goldrider could feel her dragon's emotions, and her dragon seemed to hers. It was all so new for Amelia and there was so much to learn! "I'll sit her down and have a chat with her, I think. Maybe I've been going about this whole thing the wrong way. I want to know about her." Though she was speaking more to herself then to anyone else, Amelia seemed to have made a decision.
"I don't expect you to bow to her because of me or to bow to me because of her." The ex-Excavator replied with a chuckle, "But do let her have a chance to develop more? I think she'll be a good leader one day - if she can get over this auto-respect, auto-queen thing." She laughed as he said she wasn't thinking too much and it was a relief as she finished up the tub.
"I'm done here!" She gestured to the tub as she rose and ran the water to clear the bowl, "What's next? Wherry stalls if I remember correctly... mucking those out." Amelia wrinkled her nose slightly, having never been fond of the smell of wherry dung.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:57 pm
"Well, I guess we all hope that our lifemates will complement us fully. Not sure that everyone gets that lucky but I feel pretty lucky so far with Reg. I'm hoping by the time Reg is an adult, she and I will be really clear on how we're going to help each other through life. It's strange. I never thought I'd be...'married' to an idea like this. I'm used to taking on everything alone." he said thoughtfully and then pondered over a few more things in his head. He seriously would have to take better care of himself somehow because he wasn't alone.
'Ok...Ok....I'll give her that time. Heck, I've got my fair share of short comings that ain't going to be cured over night either." he answered wondering if he'd regret that later. It wasn't something he usually did for others and for a brief moment he wasn't sure why he was doing it now.
Ok well...maybe he did know. Amelia wasn't a slouch and her dragon probably would grow quite a bit more from Amelia's hard work invested. So maybe it was his own personal bet with himself that Amelia could take her dragon by the head knobs and turn Sharath around. He wasn't the type to just knock a man down for working his or...her a** off to change circumstances.
"Yep. The dreaded Wherry stalls. I'm glad I wasn't born a herder's son. But hey...think about it. Wherry crap ain't got nothing on dragon dung." he said trying to find a bright side to this part as they picked up their equipment and prepared for the journey down to the stalls.
After cleaning up after Reg on a sick tummy day he realized that nothing could possibly smell worse than that. Even if he didn't argue about hard labor that was one thing he never wanted to clean up again! His nose wrinkled up as well following Amelia's nose in kind.
"You did a good job on that tub." he said as he took one last glance in the bath before scooping up Snitch and settling the tyke on his shoulder. He praised the good work because that was the right thing to do...and well he wasn't sure if they'd hear praise for work well done by the end of this punishment. He didn't have that kind of confidence in the leadership yet. "I think after the stalls we probably should work our way back to our dragons to feed them and do a check up before heading to the next assignment. What do you think?"
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