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 Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 8:18 am
High above High Reaches, which was really rather high to begin with, a dragon cut through the skies like a hot knife through dripping. She was an arrow from a bow, speed, grace, and beauty embodied, so she or her rider would say at any rate. Drills were all very well, drills were vital, but they didn't give you the chance to just blaze through the skies until you were too exhausted to go any further. The rider, lying as flat over his lifemate's neck as her ridges allowed, was grinning like a madman.
"Go on!"
The slender green grinned, as well as any dragon could. "Oh, if you insist." The she folded her wings back and dropped like a stone, albeit a stone with an unusual degree of elegance and control over its descent. The delighted woop her rider gave was carried away on the wind.
The dragon only pulled out of her nosedive at the last possible moment, and so it was that the pair shot over the Weyrbowl hardly more than a dragonlenght from the extremely solid ground. As they drew near to the lake, she began to slow, and just as they reached the shore she shed the last of her momentum and landed as lightly as a feather.
"Well that was fun," she commented, chest heaving from exertion. "I could just go for a nice cool swim now, be a love L'thor and hop down."
L'thor sat up grinning like an idiot as he unfastened his riding helmet and pulled his goggles down around his neck. "Understatement, thy name is Raith," he chuckled as he freed himself from the straps and slid to the ground with practiced ease. "That, my dear was sharding brilliant!" As he freed her from the riding harness, his lifemate twisted her neck around to give him a 'well durr' look. "Yes, alright," he laughed and slapped her on the flank as she set off into the water, "it can be your turn to state the obvious tomorrow." Still grinning, L'thor cast the straps to the ground, closely followed by his helmet, and proceeded to pull his hair out of its queue as he watched the dark green wade into the water. So distracted by the sight was he that he was almost completely unaware of his surroundings, and anyone who might have been nearby. Raith. What a dragon.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 6:55 pm
To put it bluntly, Gylren had been fascinated by the Green's show. Yvalth had shrieked when the Green had nearly careened into the ground, and had ducked her head underneath Gyl's scarf before she could see that the dragon was indeed alright and not an ichorous splat on the ground below.
"Ssh." Gyl whispered in his half-voice, stroking the trembling firelizard's neck delicately with a finger. He didn't know who the pair was, but to try something like that, they must've had a lot of guts--and heck, they were just fine in Gyls book for that.
[[Bleh, short reply. >>;]]
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 6:03 am
Once Raith was up to her chest she kicked off the bottom and began to swim, soon sinking out of view. She'd happily stay down there for several minutes before coming up for a breath, so there wasn't any point waiting for another glimpse of her just yet. Smiling to himself as he tied the leather thong which secured his hair around his wrist, L'thor turned to take in his surroundings. "Oh, hello there," he shot youth and flitt and friendly smile and scooped up his belongings before sauntering over. "L'thor," he extended a hand in greeting, "and my lifemate is Raith."
He had the young man pegged as either a crafter or a candidate, or possibly both. It wasn't all that usual for mature riders to go around making friends with candidates, he knew, but he was currently short on friends and rather liked thumbing his nose at tradition in any case.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 3:50 pm
Gyl smiled and shook the rider's hand, whipping out a small notebook that he had finally remembered to carry around. He scribbled a few words down on the paper before turning what he had wrote towards L'thor, still wondering how good of an idea it was to bring this little notepad along.
'Gylren, pleased to meet you. The little cowering Green is Yvalth. She'll come out eventually. Just call me Gyl, anyway.'
The note had been written in Gyl's scratchy handwriting, and he offered an apologetic shrug. Not many people could actually read his writing, but Gyl hoped that L'thor could. He wanted to talk to this one some, even if it was only through paper.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:38 am
Surprised, L'thor accepted the notebook and scanned the page that had been presented to him. Then he scanned it a second time to decipher the handwriting. "Nice to meet you both," he said with a smile once he'd got over his bemusement. "Do you always communicate on paper?" he added after a moment. "That must get very expensive! If I were you, I'd get myself a wax tablet... well no, it's too cold up here for them really. A slate then," he amended with a grin, "I used to keep a scrap on me to send my flitts off with notes for people." What a curious young man, was he mute or just very shy? Perhaps he stuttered terribly or something.
"Perhaps he just has a sore throat today," Raith suggested logically, rolling neatly over in the water so that she was now swimming along with her belly facing the surface.
"Oh," said L'thor, "I hadn't thought of that. well, if it is the case I'm about to look very silly."
"No change there then."
"Oi!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 4:40 pm
Gyl scribbled a little addendum down on the note before nudging it L'thor's way once more.
'I just now started using the paper, mostly because of an incident in the kitchens with a girl.'
Of course, Gyl wasn't going to go into it any more than that--it hadn't been anything bad, but Kyllae had been...wow ow owee. He still didn't think she had intentionally turned up the charm like that, but Shards had it worked! And she had even helped him find a bit more paper. He jotted down another sentence on the sheet of paper.
'Slate? Hm, might have to look into that.'
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 7:55 am
Incident with a girl in the kitchens? L'thor resisted the urge to ask more details, he did like to gossip but he'd only just met this strange silent lad, he didn't want to seem nosy even if he was. "Might be less convenient," the rider said with a frown after a moment, "heavier than paper I suppose. A toss up between ease, and how many marks you've got to spend I suppose..." He could see this conversation being rather stilted. Ah well, he'd started now, might as well forge on!
"So how long have you been here at the Weyr?" L'thor asked, folding his legs into a neat lotus position. "I arrived here just before the last hatching, only really settled in a few sevendays after that though; I'm a transfer from Ista." His deep tan would have told Gyl that he was from somewhere fairly southern, or at least spent a lot of time there, but he thought he might as well specify.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 1:32 pm
'Got here just before the last Hatching.'
A small sound came from his neck region, causing Gyl to look down at Yvath, who had finally gotten the courage to poke her head back up. The little timid Green flitt trilled nervously and coiled tighter around Gyl's neck, and he had to gently peel her off with his hand before she choked him. Yvath transferred herself fluidly to his hand, causing Gyl to smile and shake his head. She'd always cling to him, he guessed, as she'd been doing that since he had first gotten her.
Gyl sat down across from L'thor, waiting for the rider's response.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 9:50 am
"Nice to know I'm not the only new one around here," L'thor said with a grin, his eyes flicking away from Gyl onto Yvath. "She's lovely," he went on, smiling at the little creature's clinyness. "Have you had her very long?" She seemed rather shy and reminded him a bit of Rust, his first brown never had liked strangers. "I used to have a rather shy one," he added with a wistful smile, "took him forever to calm down and decide he liked a new person. He hasn't followed me here yet, hopefully he will eventually though."
It was odd, they had all seemed so fond of him, he hadn't even considered that they might not come with him to this new and chilly land. Perhaps that was what he deserved for taking them for granted. If they ever came back, he would be sure not to change their lives so suddenly again.
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