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 Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 7:22 pm
Today was no day to be stuck inside. The sun was shining, barely a cloud in the sky, and Baltorix was determined to enjoy every second. Before his shift in the laundry room began, Balt convinced one of the new holdborns to take his shift in exchange for taking one of the holdborn's shifts later. The holdborn, unaware of Balt's reputation around Trine, agreed to the deal. Balt fully intended to never see that holdborn again.
Balt left for the laundry room with the rest of the boys. He walked at the back of the group and waited until the moment was right. While the other boys were engaged in a discussion about the recent events at Malvern, Balt slipped away and ducked behind a building.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 7:31 pm
Set'al and his dragon felt exactly the same way; today was no day to be inside! It was, instead, a good day to become further acquainted with their new home. After all, they hadn't been here long at all before being sent to Malvren...where, to be honest, Set'al would rather not have gone. Not that there was anything wrong with the other New Weyr! But there'd been the gold's Flight, which had had Pipith sour until he finally forgot about it, and then a sharding green Flight too, which Pipith had also lost. But both were behind them now, the bronze had forgotten - finally! - and they were back at Trine.
The tall rider walked along with his dragon beside him, but stopped when he saw a boy - a candidate - duck around the corner of the building they happened to be heading towards. It was a rather...suspicious sort of maneuver. Set'al lifted an eyebrow, curious. "Going somewhere?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 7:56 pm
Balt winced at the voice. If he had stopped a moment to look where he was going, he would have noticed the rider and dragon (a bronze no less!) coming the other way. Perhaps he had been too confident in himself, too focused on his plans. Once he had freed himself from his entourage he planned to head to the kitchen and convince his father to give him a sweet treat. He should stop thinking about food so much.
In spite of his love for food, Balt was quite thin. His father was just the same so perhaps his genes were to thank. He also loved to run and exercise so he quickly burned off the excess calorie, resulting in a lean but strong body. He might have made a great runner if he had any interests besides dragons.
He could get in big trouble for shirking his chores, so it was essential to keep his composure. The first thing he noticed was that he didn't recognize the rider or his dragon. They must be transfers. Balt continued casually along the building towards the rider. The rest of the boys didn't seem to notice his departure. "No sir, just going to the kitchen to help my father."
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 10:12 pm
He definitely wasn't one to seek power or otherwise revel in the quasi-authority his being a bronzerider gave him, but in this case, it was just a little funny to watch the boy wince. Mostly because he'd done his fair of sneaking off in his time, although not from candidate chores. Of course, it was also possible he was telling the truth, but that initial wince made him think otherwise.
"If you say so," the rider accepted with an easygoing grin. "I'm Set'al, this is Pipith." He inclined his head to indicate his dragon, though he was impossible to miss.
The bronze nodded acknowledgement.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 12:26 am
"Hello." Balt glanced up at Pipith, bowed his head and glanced back at Set'al, noticing the grin. At first he felt a little nervous. Nobody was stupid enough to believe he was just going to see his father after seeing the way he snuck off from the other candidates. Set'al clearly knew everything. Balt wondered what he would do with his knowledge.
He slowed his pace and glanced at Pipith again. An odd name for a dragon, not that he would question a dragon's judgment. "My mother's a crimson rider. I hope to be one too, someday."
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 9:42 am
"Is she?" Now that was interesting! Dragonrider mothers weren't all that common, in his understanding, and crimsonrider were relatively rare to begin with. Very, very interesting. Which crimsonrider might it be? "That's quite ambitious. What if you Impress another color?"
Part of him felt a little bad for kids who wanted one color and got another, but only a very small part; they should know better than to expect a particular color of dragon. Set'al hadn't been terribly popular with some of the candidates at Southern after 'stealing' a bronze from the boys on the Sands.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 1:42 pm
"I wouldn't mind a bronze or a brown," Balt replied without a hint of humility. He had a small reservation about silvers being unable to father offspring. At least with a crimson he would be able to make that choice on his own. He sort of fancied the image of riding astride the back of a blood red dragoness, flamethrower in hand. It was sexy.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 6:52 pm
The whole...color preference thing was somethign Set'al had trouble fully understanding, but perhaps that was because he hadn't grown up constantly thinking about and preparing for a possible future as a dragonrider. Not that he hadn't had passing daydreams of dragons as a child - really, how many people honestly didn't? - but he'd certainly never developed the color prejudice. A dragon was a dragon! Though with a bronze or sometimes a brown, there came more opportunities - Weyrleader, Wingleader, Wingsecond - a dragon was a dragon!
And you couldn't go out and Stand and expect to get what you wanted. Just because you wanted a prestigious or special color didn't mean a green wouldn't choose you. And then what? Did you spend your life resenting your partner? Voicing his curiosity, he asked, "What if Yours turns out to be a blue?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 10:09 pm
By now Balt had come to the happy realization that Set'al had no intention of getting him in trouble. A broad smile on his face, Balt was ready to say farewell - he was still a little shaken after being discovered sneaking away - when the dragonrider posed a difficult question. He glanced at Pipith as though imagining himself in Set'al's place, for it was much easier and comfortable to imagine himself next to a bronze than beside a blue. Finally he chuckled.
"If Mine is blue, I'll give him the heart of a bronze."
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