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 Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 9:29 am
The world was changing; nobody could so much as take a breath without knowing that.
Strange structures sprung up seemingly overnight like mushrooms taking over an old stump. Such wonder, such possibility within them. Such danger, and such rivalry. Would it be an old Weyr or a new Weyr that first managed to nurture a crop of mystweed to maturity? That could have such far reaching consequences that she could barely get her mind around it.
Then there was the birth of the white, only two days previously. Pern had a white again. Born here at Malvren to a southern queen, but sired by a Benden bronze. Some saw the birth as a sign of hope, of survival against the odds. Some muttered about what had happened when the very first white had hatched all those turns ago. Something had happened back then, something to do with the ancientcraft technology, and it had thrown the world into chaos...
Yes, the world was changing, and there was far too much to think about just now. As such the blonde-haired crimson rider was avoiding thinking, and was instead relaxing on the beach with her lifemate. It was a pleasant afternoon, the sea lapped gently against the shore, and above her Ice and Moss chased one another in some game or other.
Smiling softly to herself, Kleos shifted into a slightly more comfortable position before lounging back against her dragon once more. The world was changing, but the carefree nature of firelizards never would.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 4:07 pm
"Corbin! Come back here! I need that!" Safira called after her playful blue flit as he carried her favorite hair ties further and further away from her. Bryn, her green flit, was also chasing the blue but the male was faster than she and kept dodging out of her reach. "Come on, Corbin! I'm going to be late!" she pleaded again, not realizing how far her flit had taken her until the ground was not quite solid beneath her. She squeaked as she slipped in the sand and fell face first. "Oh, no..." Quickly she stood and searched for her flits, finding them joining another pair of flits in a game. Right next to a Crimson and her rider.
She also noticed Corbin no longer had her hair ties. "Great. Now they're lost to the beach..." she murmured and slowly started to make her way to the dragon and rider, a little nervous and excited at the same time. This would be the first time she'd seen a dragon so close, other than the dragonets on the Hatching Sands. "Ah...excuse me, I'm s-sorry if my flits are bothering you.." She spoke softly to the rider, though her blue eyes were locked on the dragon.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 4:46 pm
Kleos' green eyes were closed, and she smiled slightly as the other girl spoke. "Not at all," she assured her in deep alto tones, "I love firelizards, whether they are being pests or no. My own two are up there; Ice the blue, and Moss the green." What did that lovely female voice coming from nearby look like?... Moriath showed her. Bright blue eyes, and dark crimson hair... Eh. Young. Only a turn or two her junor perhaps, but as a grown rider the difference seemed all the more. Shards. She missed the days when she could chase any girl who took her fancy.
"I am your girl now," Moriath said softly, "I your lady, you my lord. We together, dragon and rider... though her hair is a pleasing shade. Who knows, perhaps one day she shall Impress a crimson sister. Then you two and we two could, perhaps, come to an understanding."
"Perhaps..." Perhaps she would, but it would probably be a while before there was another clutch. Still, she might as well get to know the girl in the meantime. Smiling slightly, Kleos opened her eyes and sat up. "Having given you the names of my pets," she said with a wider smile, "I should give my own, and that of my mate. I am Kleos, and this is Moriath. We are both glad to meet you." Very glad indeed. Such a rarity, red. Almost as lovely in a woman's hair as it was in a dragon's hide.
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 12:59 am
Safira flushed a bit. "P-pleased to meet you, b-both of you!" she said. "I'm Safira..my blue is Corbin, and Bryn is my green." She couldn't help but stare at Moriath; it was the first time she'd really seen a dragon so close before. And such a startling shade of crimson, too. Very near the same color of her own locks. Speaking of which, her hair was all a mess, with sand and knots galore. "I must look a sight...Corbin stole my hair ties this morning and now he's dropped them somewhere in favor of a game," she said before biting her lip and beginning to fidget, looking down at the sand. "Sorry, I shouldn't ramble...it's just..I've never been so close to a full grown dragon before, and she's just so beautiful...m-might I touch her?" she asked a little nervously; Kleos seemed nice, but one could never judge a book by its cover.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 6:52 am
"Humm..." Kleos tilted her head thoughtfully, looking the red-headed girl up and down once more. "A bold request," she went on eventually, "to touch another's dragon is no small thing, but I believe in rewarding the bold... Moriath?"
The powerful crimson gave a deep rumble, and lowered her head to meet Safira's blue eyes with her own whirling green. For some moments she regarded the girl in silence, but eventually she gave a low croon and a slight dip of her head. "Yes, let the little crimson human be rewarded," she said to her rider, "she may touch me."
Smiling broadly, Kleos made a sweeping gesture towards her lifemate. "She agrees," she clarified, "you are more than welcome to touch her." It would be interesting to see what Safira went for; if she would touch Moriath's face, or if she might be more inclined to stroke her shoulder or flank. Kleos wasn't exactly sure what, if anything, this choice would tell her about the girl, but it would be interesting to see nevertheless.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 9:09 pm
Safira squeaked a little when her request was named bold. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." she said as she shook her head and blushed. Bold had never been a word used to describe Safira, but as Moriath looked at her with those amazing whirling green eyes of her's, the young Harper could do nothing but look back, breath caught in her throat. She gave a light gasp when the Crimson crooned and dipper her powerful head.
She smiled and blushed a little more when Kleos clarified for her. "Thank...thank you. Both of you," she murmured and reached a hand up to first lightly brush her fingers over Moriath's jaw, feeling the power in the muscle there. She smiled wider and reached her other hand up to stroke over her eye ridges, feeling a little giddy as she touched her first dragon. This, the feeling of such joy merely from touching such a powerful creature, gave Safira hope that despite the two Hatchings she'd already stood, she could find a draconic lifemate of her own. She found that she craved the bond she knew these two shared, and wondered, if she was not Chosen before she became too old to Impress, if she could find such a bond, a love, with another human. It didn't seem possible, but then again, as she continued to stroke and pet Moriath, anything seemed possible.
"Thank you," she murmured again.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 3:35 am
When Moriath had first hatched she would have punched anyone who even thought of touching her, but now it brought a slight smile to her lips. Physically Safira looked like a better match for a crimson than she did, with the hair and everything, but if she went by that token then if anything she herself was suited to a gold and she knew for sure that that was nonsense. Still, silly though it was it pleased her to see her lifemate enjoying the attention of a girl who reflected her lovely colouring.
"You're more than welcome," the blonde said with a smile as Safira spoke up. "I think everyone should have the chance to be familiar with dragons before they Impress if possible," she added, "if I had had the chance, perhaps I would have felt a little less at sea when I Impressed." Strange how she was dispensing some kind of wisdom to the other girl; they couldn't be far apart in age at all, and yet she felt so much older. Another facet of being a rider she supposed; dragons grew up fast, and you grew with them.
Rumbling in pleasure Moriath closed her first two sets of eyelids, but even though the thick translucent membranes the bright green of pleasure was visible in her eyes. "I like this one," she commented to her rider, "she knows how to treat a crimson. Maybe your silly colour idea will work and she will have a red partner of her own one day... Failing that maybe a green; she should certainly bond to a female, she'd be wasted on a male."
Kleos chose to filter that sentiment before passing it on; anyone who knew Moriath knew about her prejudice, but Safira did not know the crimson, and didn't really need to be exposed to her sexism. The fact that Kleos partially agreed with her sentiment was neither here nor there. Male humans might be oafish fools, but dragons were different... Anyway. Giving Moriath's shoulder a pat, Kleos turned her attention back to Safira. "Moriath hopes that you find a partner to match you soon; she says you're a natural at giving eye-ridge scratches."
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