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 Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 9:43 am
 L'den and Oveth's Weyr.:description:.L'den and Oveth's weyr is like many others. It has the main bedroom area, a bath chamber and, through a doorway, a huge room with a bowl-shaped depression in the floor filled with sand for Oveth, with a wide opening out into the Weyr proper. L'den keeps his weyr somewhat tidy, though it definitely looks lived in. The furs on his bed might not always be straight, and he always had his previous day's clothes draped somewhere, though normally all together and not leaving trails through his weyr. He almost always has some trinket or another that the children have given him, and the art decorating his walls is almost always that made by young hands. On his dresser is a funny-shaped lump of clay that, upon closer inspection, somewhat resembles a brown dragon. It's Oveth's favorite piece. A small mirror resides over the dresser, and a comb is always on its surface to keep L'den's long hair in check. There is a rack, crafted simply yet elegantly from metal, that holds his flight gear and keeps it all organized. It is similar to the stands made for archaic suits of armor back on old Earth. He places his gear here also when it needs repairs, so that his hands are free to stitch the weyrhide, instead of wrestling with the leather while stitching. A nice belt, with an intricate buckle also rests here. The buckle was also made, no surprise, by the adept smith, and is a perfect replica of a dragon's head, for all but the eye. The eye was added at his request by a glass smith, who had blown the glass in such color and skill that it appeared to whirl in flickering light. The color, also, changed, depending upon the angle one viewed it from. This was his fine belt, and he wore it only for special occasions. His bathing room is always well stocked with salts and towels, along with some jars of numbweed and fellis leaves, just in case of an emergency. With Thread falling now, he might well increase the amount he keeps on stock. He also keeps a small supply of linen bandages here, so that he won't always have to go see a healer just to be well taken care of. In the bathing room is a most magnificent sculpture, made entirely of metal, of a dragon seizing a runnerbeast in mid-flight. This was made by L'den's own hands, and has it's own shelf among the rack of medicines, salts, and towels. The size and proportion of the beast make it obvious that this is a sculpture of Oveth, though he doesn't keep it on wide display in his room. He prefers the work of the children to keep him light-spirited, but in his bathing room, where he often pauses for reflection, a slightly more adult tone is set.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 9:44 am
.:table of contents:.
.:L'den and Oveth's Weyr - description:.
.:Table of Contents:.
.:L'den's Bio:.
.:L'den's History:.
.:Oveth's Bio:.
.:Oveth's History:.
.:Relationships:.
.:Fan Art:.
.:Reserved, just in case:.
.:RP: Tamith's Second Flight
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 9:50 am
.:L'den's Bio:.
Name: L'den
Age: 25
Orientation: likes his women ^-^, oh, erm, woman, that's right, he's going steady now....
Impressed: Brown Oveth at age 19
Wing: T'rel's Wing
Personality: While L'den is big and solid muscle, he tends to be a big teddy bear, and much prefers to use his muscles only while practicing his craft, swinging the heavy smith's hammer. He has a soft spot for the ladies, but Jailla is waiting patiently for him to come around, and he's ever so slowly getting the hint. In the interim, he absolutely LOVES children, and likes spending time with them, and Oveth loves entertaining the kids right with L'den. He has a good sense of humor, and tends to have the kind of charisma that just draws people to him, as he radiates happiness and satisfaction like tangible features.
Drawing people to him has it's good sides, and it's bad sides. L'den finds it hard to find some alone time, and while this normally doesn't bother him much, sometimes it annoys him to no end. However, when it comes to going on a Search, his magnitude towards people causes them to approach him, if only to see Orveth, whereas they normally would have avoided a dead-beat, good for nothing dragonrider. L'den finds it easier to complete a Search than some other riders, because his natural, easy-going personality and charisma simply allows more people to interact with him. That, and Orveth is a big show-off, and can normally draw a crowd all by himself, especially children that haven't quite been tainted by the adult's view of the dragonrider's current status on Pern.
He speaks with a bit of a Southern drawl, and tends to be slightly on the lazy side if there's nothing for him to be doing. He loves relaxing, and is a champ at it. If there's work to be done, he's right on it, but with no Thread falling, there's not much for a dragon rider to do nowadays. Still, any assignments given to him by his wingleader are promptly completed with proper attention to detail. The sooner he gets his work done, and done properly so he doesn't have to re-do it, the sooner he can get back to relaxing, and maybe chasing after some ladies. Many are the folks that believe L'den should have Impressed a green, and not a brown. L'den just laughs it off, says he's his father's son, and doesn't let much of anyone's talking bother him. His good humor is his armor, and not much gets through to hurt him.
While he definitely plays his field with the ladies, he knows something is missing in his personal life. He absolutely loves hanging out with the children, whether they're Weyr brats, candidates, or even the Weyrlings. He's been joked, and called the only "Dragonrider Babysitter" on Pern, but he loves every second of his time with the kids. It really lets his own inner child show, and he'll play with them and not have that martyred look that many parents wear while playing with their children. He honestly enjoys his time with them, and it keeps him and Orveth from becoming to serious and hidebound. While this always makes him feel better, he can't help but realize that something, though he doesn't know what, is missing. He's on a kind of quest to figure out what it is, but he hasn't had much luck with that yet. The bewildering feelings he has for Jailla might well be his best hint in the right direction, if only he can sort them out and see them for what they really are.
He works in the Smith hall any time he needs extra marks, but isn't religious there. He normally goes when he or a friend needs something made, but can often be bribed by his friends at the hall to help out with some projects, especially if he has some spare time. He used to mine his own materials so that it wouldn't cost him anything to supply himself, but with Thread back, and the Holds getting ready to start tithing, he won't have the time to mine his own metals, though he'll have the marks to buy whatever he needs. He's going to miss his excursions searching for ores with Oveth, but they'll be kept plenty busy fighting Thread for the rest of their lives.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 9:56 am
.:L'den's History:.
L'den was the lovechild of the blue rider F'den, born to a Weyr woman named Lidell. He grew up watching the dragons and firelizards, and always dreamed of having one of his own, or at least a flit. He was always well-muscled, even as a boy, and when a trading train came to the Weyr when he was nine, he got apprenticed to a Smith, and left the Weyr.
He did well in the Smith hall, his muscles growing and bulging as he hit adolescence, and finally firming up and toning well as he grew into adulthood. He was close to earning his Journeyman's knots when he was found on Search at the age of 19, and he was pleasantly surprised to be picked. He was a Weyrbrat, true, but after spending over half his life at the Smith hall, he hadn't much thought of the Weyr as a career option. While his career at the Smith hall was promising, after speaking with his Master and being assured he could return if he failed to Impress, Linden went chasing after that dream he'd had since boyhood - having his own dragon. Not having Thread to sear out of the skies hadn't appeared to be much of a problem, as he was still seeing out of the eyes of a little boy, to whom dragons are the most amazing thing on Pern, and indeed they are.
L'den Impressed brown Oveth his first time on the sands, making his father F'den proud. F'den was happy that L'den had managed to Impress a dragon, and L'den couldn't have been happier with Oveth. They were two peas in a pod from day one, and their good humor and affable nature has won them many friends.
They've been traipsing about, helping find Candidates on Search, doing miscellaneous errands, transporting those in need, and flying drills, and Oveth flew green Tamith last turn, and he had flown many greens before then, but not a one since. As such, L'den's just been taking his lovin from girls as he goes along, rather happy in his life as it is.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 9:59 am
.:Oveth's Bio:.
Name: Oveth
Age: 6 Turns
Color: Brown
Rider: L'den
Personality: Oveth is like all Pernese dragons, he lives in the here and now. He's mainly helpful, always assisting L'den with names he might have forgotten, or passing along interesting tidbits of information he might happen to overhear. He is simply good, always trying to do the right thing. Even if he acts incorrectly, you can be sure his heart was in the right place, and you'll have a very apologetic, weepy dragon following you around until you forgive him. He's rather laid back, and could almost be called lazy, but his mind is too sharp for that. He's not super optimistic, but even if he can't find something good in a situation, he does search for something useful out of it. This can tend to be annoying, but it does more good than harm. He doesn't anger often, but when he does, it's a righteous fury, and one that L'den has learned to respect and avoid.
He is slightly vain, mostly because he is a huge brown, and he loves being complemented on his size and musculature, not unlike his rider. He's not a fast, flitty dragon, but he's solid and steady, and can always be counted on to be where he's needed, when he's needed. He radiates strength and those that fly with him sometimes use him as their anchor when things get rough. He's a steady spot to return to.
He absolutely loves children, and most women; the higher pitch of their voices amuses him. He'll often lay and let the children climb all over him like a giant, living, jungle gym, and his eyes are always whirling in contentment when they're playing so. The children are always unrestrained in their joy at seeing a dragon, and it is probably for this reason that he gravitates towards them. Many people have a distinct distaste for dragons and their riders, but now that Thread is back, Oveth looks forward to helping change that opinion of them into something more positive.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 10:07 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 10:17 am
.:Relationships:.
Jailla: w-w-weyrmate (holy crud, finally a woman worth going steady with!)
Two heartbeats in Jailla's tummy: I'm gonna be a daddy! *super excited*
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 10:18 am
Fan Art
*piece at top of page* - S T I C K Y x3
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 10:20 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 4:09 pm
.:L'den and Jailla:. - Timath's Second Flight
an AIM RP after first fall
L'den wasn't quite sure what he was doing. He knew he didn't want to leave her alone, but why? It wasn't like she was that badly hurt. Oveth said he liked her. Did he? He didn't know. He'd never really been emotionally attached to anyone before. He'd had flings with girls that were rather attractive, or spicey, but never been emotionally attached. Still, he was escorting her to her weyr, arm genly around her waist in case she needed his support.
Why was he so nervous about the smallest actions with her? He'd had more than his fair share of women in his bed, and he was always a bold character with them. But with this girl, this small, firey green rider, he was as green as a weyrling. With his arm around her waist, it felt like more of a privilidge than with any other woman ever before. He stopped before the entrance to her weyr, feeling awkward, and rather annoyed with himself for acting so green.
Here you are. Do you.....need anything? he asked, suddenly unsure of himself. It wasn't like he was asking for an invitation in. Or was he? Shards, he didn't know a dang thing when it came to Jailla, and this disturbed him.
"Need anything?" Jailla repeated, blinking. She had expected something like this... After all, Timath and Oveth had been close since their flight, last turn... And Timath was due to rise again soon... She instinctively glanced at her beloved green, and swore under her breath. Shardin' shards, how could she not have realized? Timath was practically glowing!
"Will Oveth hunt well, today?" Timath wondered, directing the question at both her rider, and to the brown in question. Would he?
"You can come in," she said, glancing almost guiltily at L'den. "I'll make some klah, if you like..."
The voice in his head surprised him, and he glanced through the open door at the green, who was a very healthy color, bordering on glowing. In his scattered state of mind, he figured she was just trying to be polite, though he wasn't sure why she had spoken to him. Uh, if we don't get orders to go anywhere else, yeah, I guess so. He ate two days ago, so he's starting to get there. Yourself? he replied, feeling foolish as he broadcasted his thoughts probably way too loudly in his effort to reach a mind that wasn't his. His eyes refocusing, he smiled at Jailla. Yeah, that would be nice. I had a rather....rude....awakening today. Haven't eaten a thing, myself. Some klah would be welcome he said, following her in and trying to remember to act natural. Since when did he have to "act" anything around a woman? He muttered under his breath, but took a seat, eyes glassing again slightly as Oveth answered Timath.
Yes, I shall go now he replied shortly, and L'den could sense him leaving. What? Oveth always had L'den go with him. What in shards was going on? Was the old brown just trying to give him some privacy? He doubted it. Something else was going on here. Slowly, things started clicking in his mind. He looked at Timath, an accusatory glare on his face. Uh, Jailla.....I do believe Timath's teasing Oveth he said, trying to get a warning into his voice. He shouldn't be here....
Timath was extremely amused by L'den's response. He hadn't understood her at all. Hers, had though. Her young rider had gone pale under her tan that so matched her copper hair. "Oh no, Timath, not now--" she moaned. Not right after threadfall. There were no dragons around; none except... Oh no. Now the young greenrider realized what her green was up to. She turned away from L'den quickly, on the pretense of making the man a mug of klah, and muttered, "Timath's teasing him because she's preparing to rise. I'm sorry, L'den... You should go."
Before things got out of hand. Before she lost control, and fell for the man, again. "Maybe we'll have klah another time?"
Struck by some rare urge that had nothing to do with the dragons, as Oveth was still eating, he came up behind her, a hand hesistantly at her waist. His face was conflicted, but earnest, as he slowly turned her around to face him. You don't want me to go..... he asked as much as stated. This was wrong! Or.....was it that it was actually right for the first time that had him wanting to run and hide in his weyr?
"But you want to go," Jailla said, blue eyes looking into his. He seemed conflicted, but she couldn't have gathered what he was conflicted about. He had never shown interest in her before... She didn't understand why he had been so kind today. Maybe Oveth was influencing him? If so, she certainly didn't want to take advantage of that.
She slowly shook her head. "However much I would...appreciate it if you stayed, I think you should go."
I don't know what I want he admitted, staring into her blue eyes, trying to convince her of the truth in his own. I've always thought about you, but seeing you hurt today, something snapped and..... he trailed off, lost. Maybe he should go. But she'd appreciate it if he stayed? Shards, what was the point? Erebeth was off with Z'iv, collecting survivors, Pryth was out with M'nie, and there was no way the bronzes would catch her, she was too quick. He'd just end up right back here, or her with him. He groaned, turning from her. Oveth was done eating and was returning with great speed. I....I didn't want it to be like this. I wanted to do this....right, once I had figured everything out. Seems Oveth knows my heart better than I he said, eyes slightly tortured, though he didn't doubt his dragon's observations, not now.
Jailla stared at the brownrider, vaguely confused. He was always thinking about her? She hadn't figured on that; if he'd been thinking about her, why did Timath tell her about a new girl every couple sevendays? Or perhaps her beloved dragon was being kind, and he saw more. "I always think about you, too," she confessed.
Timath bugled a challenge. Oveth would never catch her. She was too fast. She was too skilled. A bulky brown like him would never be able to catch her, the master of the skies. She pushed off the ground and flew; taking Jailla's mind away from her thoughts of why L'den would have behaved the way he had been, especially since he was apparently claiming to like her--the girl doubted it. He had seen too many girls... Too many. What interest would he have in a plain former weyrbrat like Jailla?
Oveth had been just about to land and had to move quickly to even start chasing the green. He settled back, patient, waiting for her to tire herself out so he could swoop in and catch her with ease. Six years in the sky had taught him that it was easier to follow a darting target from a distance. He'd only blooded his kills, trying to keep himself as light as possible. But by the First Egg, was she beautiful. He sped up almost unconsciously, instinct taking over where tactics had once reigned.
L'den staggered under the impact of Oveth's chase, having to hold on to the table just to remain upright. He fought to get his mind back; would Jailla even hear him? She didn't seem to believe him, that he could care for her. He vaguely cursed his woman-loving ways. That had to be the crux of the problem. If they had meant anything, they'd have been in my bed more than once he murmurred in her ear, not voicing the unspoken thought that this would be their second time together as his eyes glassed over once again.
This would be their second time... But Jailla was no longer the fiesty green rider. She was Timath. She was soaring, teasing and taunting Oveth. The brown had dared to give chase? He wouldn't catch her, not this time! Her first flight had been a fluke; it meant nothing that Oveth had caught her then. She hadn't been as skilled as she was now. She gloated at the brown--but slowly, instinct became desire. Timath wanted Oveth to catch her. Still, she would not slow down! He needed to prove his worth. Was he fast enough? Was he strong enough to catch her?
Oveth caught the almost imperceptible change in Timath's flying, all but drooling as she shimmered in the skies, twisting languidly to tease him. Oh, she was his, there was no doubt. Another blue rose from the ground, giving chase. Oveth trumpeted out a challenge, all but roaring that another would dare to chase her. He hit an updraft and rode it expertly, filling his wings with wind and pumping faster, gaining ground on the elusive green. He was leaving the blue behind ever so slowly, but he knew that was good; blues were normally faster than browns. If it had been any other green, he might not have bothered, but it was his Timath! He was a few dragonlengths from her now; what tricks would she pull now? She seemed overcome with desire, and he hesitated no longer. He swooped down on her from above, tangling their wings until he had her, diving straight for the ground until his strong wings caught the air, parachuting them towards the ground gracefully as he trumpeted his triumph.
L'den gave up fighting; he'd have to talk to her later. But, he could try being as tender and passionate as possible, not rough like dragon-induced love normally was. He slipped an arm around her waist, drawing her to him, kissing her softly on the lips as his other hand lost itself in her hair, not even minding it's shortened length. Then, he was gone, lost to Oveth's victory.
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L'den had kind of dozed after the flight, but was awake now. Jailla appeared to be asleep beside him. The poor girl; she'd had a rough day. Thankfully, their union had evened out quite a few things in L'den's mind. Dragons or no, he had never been so tender with a woman, and as men's minds are so closely tied to their bodies, it cleared up a lot of his confusion. He was amazed, but pleasantly so, that his heart had finally found someone to love. He was scared, because he had never done this before, and worried that she wouldn't accept him, but overall, he was hopeful.
Oveth was smug. I told you you liked her. And Timath is mine he added, wrapping his neck with that of the green and thrumming happily. L'den just shook his head, a hand reaching out to brush the shortened locks out of Jailla's face. His eyes were tender as he looked at her, wondering how he'd ever seen her as simply plain, if a bit spunky. She was beautiful, and amazingly so.
Jailla woke, expecting to find herself alone. This really was only the second time she had ever experienced dragon-lust first hand. She slowly sat up, looking startled when she noticed L'den was still there. Blue eyes widened in surprise, and then she gave him a shy smile. She had expected him to flee. To have hurried back to his weyr as soon as he awoke. "You're still here," she breathed, putting a hand to his cheek. "I thought you would have left... Duties and all."
L'den gave a slight shrug, still laying on his side lazily. Oveth would have told me if I was needed. They still must be arguing about the tithes. I figure anyone caught outside will be.... he paused, swallowing nervously, beyond help. He held her hand to his cheek, smiling warmly and starting to pull her towards him, though gently enough that she could resist if she wanted to. He wasn't after her again, but he wanted to talk to her, and he'd be more relaxed if he stayed laying down. Everything was her choice now; he was doting on her.
Jailla laid back down, blinking at L'den. She supposed he was right, but she didn't like to think about that. She allowed herself to be pulled closer to him, and smiled. "What is it?" she asked. What did he want? Their dragons were asleep, she assumed (Timath hadn't replied to any of her questioning), so it couldn't have been dragonlust. "Do you want klah now?"
L'den chuckled. True, he was ravenous, but klah was the last thing on his mind at the moment. No, just you he said with grin, his confidence returning. He didn't expect a positive response from that one, but at least Orveth seemed to find it entertaining. But really....I figure we should probably talk he adds, nerves starting on him again, wearing only his trousers, so his scarred chest was visible. He wondered if he should cover up, and had no idea. He had thrown on his trousers while she had slept, trying to be polite.
"Talk?" Jailla repeated. "Alright, about what?" She put a gentle hand on his chest, having noticed his scars. She traced them with a finger, frowning slightly in concern. "Is something wrong, L'den?" He didn't like her. He wanted to tell her now so she wouldn't be heartbroken later. That must have been it. But hadn't he said he wanted her? She wondered what that meant, before she narrowed her eyes.
Where his boldness had come from, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't having as much trouble talking to her now. Just, that this is obviously more than just our dragons, but we need to figure out what we're going to do about it. To listen to Oveth talk.... he stopped with a grin, wondering of Tamith was feeling the same way.
Jailla smirked suddenly. "They've been Weyrmates for a turn," she said. "If Oveth wants to talk to me, he can. Timath can, to you, too. When she wants to. She liked telling me what you were up to, you know... So I always knew what you were doing and seeing." She shrugged, eyes glassing over. "Timath says Oveth is hers," she added. "She's almost asleep."
L'den flushed, embarrassed. So she'd been pining after him for a year, and he'd been messing around, oblivious, the entire time. Well, don't I feel like a tunnel snake he remarked under his breath, shaking his head. Could he have been any more dumb? He could hear R'yn now - dimglow! And wasn't he? He chuckled, still trying to get used to everything. So, she's been spying on me, huh? he teased good-naturedly. And here I was worried that Oveth was gonna rat me out, and you've known the entire time he said, blowing out his breath as the impact of that statement hit him. How badly had he hurt her? He looked at her now, as if any amount of worry now could take back the past year.
Jailla kissed L'den's cheek gently. "She makes a fairly good spy," she agreed. "I was always grateful to know what you were up to, so I knew where to be to capture your attention. Now that I have it, expect me to keep it." She raised her hand to stroke his hair. "Our dragons chose first, we should follow their example."
L'den paused for a moment, having lost track of the conversation for a moment, before realizing that she meant they should be weyrmates. And to think, this morning he didn't even know he liked her. He smiled, then nodded. So, weyrmate, who's moving where? he asked rather facetiously, stretching as he rose from her bed. They were bound to have duties soon, and any moving about had better be accomplished quickly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 5:06 pm
.:The Calling of the Healer:.
an AIM roleplay Jailla was in pain, yes, but of a different sort. Her throat hurt from spewing out stomach fluids and what had once been--well, whatever she had eaten. She seemed to be gaining weight, no matter how little she consumed. Something was wrong.
Still, she refused to see a healer.
Things had been rough on L'den. Jailla had been almost constantly ill since they became weyrmates, and people would always stop when he walked up, like they knew something he didn't know. It bothered him, and she seemed moodier, though it could just be him. He'd tried talking to her, talking her into seeing a healer, but it wasn't working. Timath? She needs help. If I call a healer here, will you tell her? I can't deal with this.... he begged, his mind reaching for the green dragon
Timath was amused that L'den hadn't yet noticed the change in Jailla. The green, however, was not quite interested in telling him. There will be a clutch soon, she commented, before addressing his question. I will not tell her. Call for a healer. She is unwell. A healer will help. I know what is wrong with mine, the green added. But I will not tell you. She does not know. A clutch will be coming soon.
L'den blinked. What was all of this about a clutch? He hadn't heard of the gold flying lately, though with as much as they'd all been running around crazy with Thread's return, he supposed it was possible he'd missed hearing about it.....highly unlikely, though. Everyone knew greens didn't clutch. L'den began to grow suspicious, but kept his thoughts to himself as he went to fetch a healer. L'den worries for you Oveth spoke, reaching for Jailla. He truly did sympathize with L'den, though he wasn't sure what the excitement would be for a little one. He didn't see why there was a need for a big fuss; he knew, and Timath, knew, why were their riders so slow?
Jailla paused, and frowned slightly. "He's always worried, she informed the brown moodily. She was having one of her bad days, when no matter what she attempted to eat, just the scent of the food made her sick. "Tell him not to worry, Oveth. I'm fine. Really." The last thing she needed was her weyrmate fussing over her.
Timath snorted at L'den. Not my clutch. Close. Mine clutches.
L'den about fell over in the hallway, and leaned against the wall for support. So it was true! His head swam, though not much coherent thought was recognizable. Oveth snorted in alarm until he realized what had upset his rider. L'den couldn't believe it. She was.....pregnant. He was gonna be a daddy. He sank into a seated position against the wall, in complete shock. But wouldn't she have noticed if........well, that was girl stuff, but still. He would have thought it would have been noticeable. Or maybe she knew, but was too afraid to tell him. Slightly angry now, he picked himself up and strode down the hallway, off to get the healer and drag them in to see his Jailla.
It's too late for that. He knows Oveth said to her smugly, wondering if he could taunt her into figuring out her own condition.
"Knows what?" Jailla blinked in confusion. What did L'den know? "Oveth, what do you mean? What's worrying him now?" Concern crossed her features, all signs of irritation disappearing. What did L'den know? What did Oveth know? Did Timath?
I am not telling you. I told L'den. He is upset. You will be scolded.
"Scolded? Like a weyrbrat that'd snuck to get a look at the eggs before the Touching? Jailla scowled, and crossed her arms. "Why?" she demanded. "Did I do something wrong?"
Think, woman. He thinks you've kept something from him, for fear of his reaction. You've been ill in the stomach, and can't keep food down, and moody to boot. Are you really that dense? Oveth teased, taunting her still. He was maybe a bit too used to being able to joke with L'den with no consequence. His experience with pregnant women was nonexistant. About this time, angry footsteps came echoing down the hallway, followed by a softer step. L'den stepped in the room, arms crossed angrily over his chest as the healer walked amicably into the room. Ah, it's Jailla, is it? he said, putting his kit down and approaching her to examine her after nodding a greeting to Timath.
"But I haven't been keeping anything from him..." anger, again, turned into confusion, which quickly became hurt as Oveth continued to speak. L'den was mad at her... L'den was mad at her, and she didn't know what she had done wrong and life was terrible and Oveth had called her dense and he was so cruel--well. Needless to say, the healer was quite lucky to find Jailla not in the fetal position when he arrived. She gave him a curt nod, looking at the ground. She couldn't bear to look at L'den. Not when he was angry at her. What had she done? Had he found another woman to take her place, because she was ill?
Something was wrong here. She wasn't defensive, and she wasn't even mad that the healer was here. If anything, she looked about ready to cry. L'den relaxed his arms, staring at the whirling eyes he could see from this distance. You mean you two knew and she doesn't have a clue??? he said, trying to keep his voice from roaring, though his rage was certainly sufficient to permit it. He had, of course, already told the healer what the problem was, but with the knowledge that she hadn't kept anything from him, his anger with her disappated, re-directed to the dragons, of which Oveth at least had the good sense to keep out of L'den's way. I have been trying to get her to realize.... the brown started, then stopped when he saw it was useless. L'den brushed past the healer to hold his poor Jailla; she did look ready to burst into tears. Shhh, it's alright love. Our beasts are just cruel, that's all he muttered, trying to keep the anger out of his voice, and focus on soothing Jailla.
She hasn't gone between at all doc. Timath wouldn't let her, though the fickle beast wouldn't tell her why he snarled, and the healer just nodded. This was certainly not his normal type of visit, that was for sure. Dragons keeping medical knowledge from their riders; what was Pern coming to? The healer sat down, and inidcated Jailla should have a seat. The dragons are of the opinion, m'dear, that you're with child he said calmly, as if this was an every day announcement. While they're hardly ever wrong, I'd like to check you up, just to be sure he finished, waiting patiently.
I knew first, Timath directed at L'den, almost smugly. I did tell you she did not know, before I told you she clutches. Why did you not listen? You have upset her. The green directed this at her mate, snorting in disapproval. I at least, did not make her face get wet.
L'den's embrace was what got the greenrider to look up. He hated her. He hated her. Oveth had said he was angry at her... Still, she leaned into him, clung to him, and sniffed. "I'm sorry..." she muttered. She didn't know what she had done, but whatever it was, she was sorry. Wait, they were talking about going between? But why? She stared at the healer, wet eyes wide as she sat, still holding onto L'den as if he might vanish between.
"No... It's a stomach bug. That's all."
The healer smiled and nodded. And when was the first day of your last cycle? he asked, glancing to L'den to see if he could provide any information. L'den shrugged; she hadn't been in much of a mood for love making, so he had no idea. Have you had any other symptoms? Any tenderness? Feet swelling or ankles sore? he was all clinical, and not at all smug, but he'd yet to meet a dragon that was wrong about their rider's condition.
Timath, some help, please. She has to take care of herself now, and if you're going to let her waste away because she barfs everything! L'den threatened.
Timath snorted at L'den. If you hadn't gotten upset, we would have had no reason to attempt to inform her of her condition. She was fine, until Oveth frightened her. Reassure her. I cannot hear her. She hurts my head. The green paused, and seeing that her rider would not, or could not answer the healer, she did. Mine's cycle has not come since they were weyrmated. She does not have pain, except that of not eating. I do not let her go between.
The healer stopped a moment, having never heard the voice of a dragon before. He blinked twice, then attempted to resume his previous demeanor, looking to L'den because Jailla obviously wasn't answering. And, uh, when were you weyrmated? he asked, trying to get a timetable. Threadfall L'den responded, trying to remember the exact date and failing. Oveth had the decency to look properly abashed. He hadn't meant to scare her. But why was she so determined to not be pregnant? It wasn't that horrible; it couldn't be. What if she doesn't want the hatchling? he asked of his mate worriedly. L'den was already becoming used to the idea and protective of them both, even if he didn't realize the changes it would make to his life in the future. He would hate to see His loose his child if that was Jailla's choice. It didn't seem she wanted the thing, honestly.
Love, I do believe the dragons are correct he hazarded, loosening his grip on her enough so that he could look into her tear-streaked face. Softly, he wiped her eyes dry, and cradled her into his chest. He turned to the healer. When can we be positive? he asked, obviously having to take charge here. Well, it will be most obvious when her stomach starts to swell, but I've never known a dragon or flit to be wrong in this department. I'd consider it confirmed now, but that's just me the healer offered. Two months. There wouldn't be any point of feeling her stomach yet; the baby would be too small to feel.
"Fourteen sevendays ago," Jailla's reply was soft. "Threadfall was fourteen sevendays ago." She looked to the healer, feeling secure in L'den's arms. Maybe he wasn't mad at her after all! "I didn't...I hadn't realized..." she fell silent and leaned against L'den. What would happen now? Babies born of the Weyr were creched and raised by a foster mother, if there was one readily available.
She wants the hatchling. Why wouldn't she? It is hers. You upset her. The green snorted. Males. Both species seemed to have a certain watchwher like trait to them. They were both deadglows.
"You're not mad? Oveth said you were mad..."
L'den nodded towards the healer, mumbled his thanks, and the man left, leaving the quarted alone in the weyr. I thought you knew and had been keeping it from me he explained simply, beaming down at her. "I know you still don't believe I love you, and I figured you were trying to keep me here with you by not telling me," he added, tone slightly sad now. He had seen the panic in her eyes, the thought that he'd replaced her. Would that never diminish? Well, he had dug the burrow; he'd have to live with it. But she was pregnant! He loved kids, and had never really thought having any of his own, but the idea was a warm one to him, and he was already excited. You said you couldn't hear her, and I only asked you! Oveth remarked to Timath, rumbling in alarm. Jailla hadn't been meant to hear that last comment; it had been his own curiosity.
It clicked. Oveth had said L'den had thought she was hiding something from him, and she hadn't been able to figure out what the dragon had meant. She pulled away from him, frowning now, not out of confusion, not out of fear or sadness, but out of anger. He thought she didn't believe he loved her? She knew he loved her, just as she knew she loved him. Was the man such a dimglow? She raised a hand and slapped his cheek, glaring at him. "You sharding dimglow!" There was a a spark alit in her blue eyes. Love--passion, fierce anger. "Shells and shards, you're--" but whatever she thought L'den was, Pern would never know. She cut herself off, by leaning up to kiss him.
I cannot help what she hears, Timath told her mate smugly.
L'den barely managed to kiss her back, cheek still stinging smartly. What in shards had he done? He blinked, looking down at her, confused. Do I want to know? he asked simply.
"I know you love me," Jailla huffed at him. "Otherwise, it would have been me, who left you. Not the other way around. You're too much of a dimglow to have realized!" She crossed her arms over her chest and glared. "You thought I'd hide something so important from you?"
L'den stared at her, confused. He knew, for one moment, she thought he was leaving. But she knew he loved her. So how could she think he'd leave her? He shook his head, trying to clear it. Was it her not making any sense, or him? He hadn't the slightest idea. Her second demand was easier to answer. "You refused to see a healer, and insisted after so many sevendays to just be ill, waiving me off if I tried to help you. It kind of made sense, though why hide it from me, unless you were afraid I'd leave, I haven't the slightest idea" he admitted.
"I hate healers," Jailla muttered. "And I don't need your help. I don't. I can do things myself, and I don't need you worrying constantly and trying to do everything for me, even when I'm sick," she paused, and frowned. "I wasn't hiding anything from you. I wasn't! I didn't know. Shards, I thought I would be fine after a sevenday passed, but Timath never let me go between and this is all your fault, you know. I'm never letting you into my Weyr again."
I know you didn't know. I didn't know at first, but I figured it out L'den floundered, whipped about by her rapid mood changes and trying to figure out if this was the same woman, or some evil replacement. Finally, his grumpiness began to stir. Timath's the one that had to rise when Oveth was the only one around. You wanna be mad at someone, be mad at her. She knew, and she wouldn't tell you he huffed, ready to storm out and go get himself a drink.
(Unfinished, getting the rest)
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 3:30 am
.:Mis-Timing Things:.
L'den tramped tirely up to his weyr - it had been a super tough couple of days, for the understatement of the Turn. He wanted to go see Jailla, but he was simply too tired. The world in front of his eyes barely registered as anything recognizable and he was more zombie than man at the moment. Oveth was similarly tired, and anyone trying to reach their minds would likely find complete blankeness and emptiness. He turned into his weyr, not even bothering with a glowglobe, but stumbling to his furs instead.
Jailla, with the absence of her weyrmate and the hormones of a quickly progressing pregnancy, had figured after attempting to reach Oveth, and failing, and after having Timath try to contact L'den, that the brownrider had died--or simply was somewhere they could not reach. She had spent long hours staring up at the stars, perhaps in hopes L'den would return, perhaps to clear her mind as she often claimed. The fact of the matter was, Jailla had left her weyr and had taken to sleeping in his while he'd been missing. So when the warmth of a body slipped in under the bedfurs, she jumped up, prepared to tell the person off. "...L'den?" she asked with some awe. But when she reached out to Oveth, she could not feel him... There was nothing there. Was this a dream?
He yelped in alarm, jumping away from the bed, hand going to the knife on his belt that he had been too exhausted to realize he needed to take it off. He had the weapon half drawn, the scrape of steel startlingly loud when a familiar voice started to break through his half-delusional mind. His name.......and...Jailla? he asked, his voice hoarse and exhausted.
Jailla stared, wide eyed as L'den jumped from the bed, taking his knife out; the sound of steel being unsheathed loud in the silence of the night. For a brief moment, her eyes were wide with fear. Was he about to attack her? Didn't he recognize her? This wasn't a dream then, this was a nightmare. But no... "L'den, you're alive," she muttered, standing from her position on the bed and moving to embrace the man. "You're alive."
Shock was still plastered to his features, though he managed to sheath his knife and unbuckle the belt it was attached to, tossing it into a chair in the corner. He was entirely too tired for any of this to make sense. Why was she in his bed? And, what was that about him being alive? Of course he was alive! No dragon anywhere had keened Oveth's loss, so why would she think him dead? He embraced her somewhat numbly, dull mind still trying to make sense of her words and not having much luck. He had been too many whens lately and his mind wasn't entirely in the present at the moment. Glowing eyes appeared, grayish-orange, but Oveth would be there for his rider. He picked up Jailla's scent and the glow disappeared - His was safe.
Jailla decided to hit L'den later. The man was exhausted--he seemed only partially there, and if she hit him now, he probably wouldn't understand why he had been hit in the first place. She stroked his hair, still in the process of reassuring herself that he was very much alive. "Rest love," she said. "Rest. I'll be here in the morning, and we shall talk." L'den had been somewhere, or somewhen, where she and Timath had been unable to reach him. But then, why had so many of the weyrfolk insisted he was dead? That he was missing, that no one knew where he was? Why... Why would they lie to her about something like that? "I missed you," she muttered into his ear, leading him back to the bed.
The main word out of all of that that L'den was able to latch on and understand was "rest". He would do that, and all too happily. He let himself be lead back into his own bed, not even bothering to get under the furs before falling asleep almost immediately. Within less than 30 seconds, he was completely out, snoring and everything. Oveth was just as tired, and was already dead to the world. Whatever Jailla had been babbling about would have to wait until morning, and most probably after a few cups of klah, too. He'd have to apologize to her at some point, but his absolute secrecy had been demanded, and he had done a valuable service to his - no - all the weyrs.
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It was past sunhigh when Jailla finally woke, and when she did, she deemed the day wasted. How could she have slept so long? And why had it been permitted? Surely she had duties--no. The Weyrleader had excused her from all drills due to her condition, and though it wasn't yet noticiable by sight, the bronzerider had forbidden her from going between. She sat up, stretching, before glancing at the sleeping form of her weyrmate next to her. She frowned. He must have been exhausted, poor man... but no. She was angry at him today. He had left without telling her where he was going. He had made it so she had no way to contact him, causing her to believe he was dead. Oh, she would show him. "Wake up, love," she said, shaking him.
L'den groaned, putting his forearm over his eyes to ward off the mid-day sun. Someone was shaking him, but hadn't T'rel said he could rest as long as he needed? Who was sharding fussing with him then? He cracked open already cranky eyes, softening as they fell on Jailla. Oh. Well, she could shake him awake, he supposed. He let loose a huge yawn, stretching and gazing at her with a sleepy smile on his face, completely unaware that he and Oveth had mis-timed their last jump and were likely many days overdue. He was simply happy to be with her again, and reached for her to draw her close and cuddle her.
That was when Jailla struck his cheek with the palm of her hand, glaring fiercely. Now that he had rested, and now that he seemed at least semi-awake, she would scold him. "What the shards were you thinking?!" she snapped. "It's been a sharding sevenday since you disappear and I get no word of you from Oveth--and you never answered when Timath contacted you! She said she couldn't reach you!" Her glare softened and she had to rub at her eyes to stop the angry tears. "Shells, L'den, I thought you were dead. Everyone said you were."
He blinked, having been pushed back onto his furs with the force of her blow. He coughed a bit, staring at her as if she was a bit of a madwoman. A.....a sevenday? he gasped out, glancing at Oveth for conformation, but Oveth was as clueless as he was. We must have mis-timed the last jump he pondered aloud, shivering at the very possibility of when they could have ended up. But none of the dragons keened for us. Why would you think us dead? he asked, remembering that confusing detail from last night.
Jailla glared. "Why would I think you were dead?" she repeated. "Shards, L'den. Timath could hear you from anywhere on this sharding planet. Where on Pern were you? When were you? I couldn't feel Oveth! It was like he wasn't there. Forgive me for believing the Weyrleader." She huffed at him, moving to strike him again before seeming to think better of it. "...Miss timed it?" she echoed. "I was right, then. L'den, you should have told me! Shards, I was so close to coming after you and looking for you--but T'rel wouldn't let me." The lithe greenrider glared, this time not at L'den, and crossed her arms. Clearly she wasn't on the best terms with the Weyrleader.
Believe the weyrleader? He had gone on a Weyr-related mission that was also connected to the mining hall.......what on earth hat T'rel said? Or had no one told T'rel? Come to think of it, L'den hadn't much questioned where the order had come from, just that it was something that needed doing, that he and Oveth could do. The mission had been classified secret, but he was pretty sure Jailla wouldn't exactly accept that as an answer..... I couldn't tell you......not many people outside of the weyr know about timing it, and they insisted I had to leave at once. I didn't have time, and was forbidden to tell anyone where I was going. We were supposed to come back in time... he paused, hand rubbing the back of his head in chagrin.
"T'rel said you were dead," Jailla growled. "He said you were missing in action. No one knew where you were. Everyone insisted you were gone for good. T'rel mentioned something about you not supposed to have been gone so long, but that's all I could get from him, and that was when he was drunk, until he fell asleep!" She huffed again, but she seemed to be calming down. "I don't care what the mission was... Don't ever do that again, L'den. Never again." She wrapped her arms possessively around him, head finding his shoulder and resting there. "What were you doing?"
L'den's eyes opened in alarm. T'rel? Drunk? Since when did he start drinking? he almost demanded, calming slightly as she cuddled into him, holding him like she was never going to let go. As for what he had been doing..........well, he supposed it would come out soon anyway, when the miners headed down and knew exactly where the best firestone deposits were located without having to do any hunting. I went back 900 turns, to the end of the last pass he replied, not sure exactly how much he was able to tell her. I had to gather some information that the miners are going to need rather badly he said, figuring that much, at least, would be safe. As for never doing it again, he couldn't make any promises, but he was going to have to have a word with T'rel about scaring Jailla like that. He was quite miffed about that, in all honesty.
"Since Ky't was injured. Some bluerider introduced him to heavy drink and he's been drinking his troubles away since," Jailla shrugged. "Said he had something important to tell Ky't, but I can't imagine what it would be. Maybe he was talking about you--Nine hundred turns?! L'den you dimglow! You could have died! I would have never forgiven you." The greenrider studied him. "You were looking for firestone," she said, matter of factly. "T'rel's been having miners and whers search for it in the safe mines, but we haven't had any luck."
L'den was amazed at how quickly Jailla had caught on to his mission. Oh well, they were weyrmates, so it wasn't like he could keep a secret from her for long, with her able to speak with Oveth whenever she wanted. Yup, exactly what I was doing. Got all the necessary notes and handed em off to the miners. I didn't jump it all at once though. Went in about 30-turn jumps he added, not wanting to over-frighten his love, especially since she was carrying their child. I am sorry we missed the last jump. We were so tired....probably shouldn't have been jumping at all he admitted glumly, but he had so wanted to be home and in her arms.
"Dimglow," Jailla muttered, kissing his cheek. "I'm sorry I woke you, love...I was just so upset," she sighed. "I missed you so much," she ran a gentle hand down his face. "Are you alright now, L'den?" she asked, concerned. "You should rest... I'll make us some klah. I'll have a dragonhealer look at Oveth, too. Oveth? You should go eat, dear."
Oveth picked up his head groggily, color noticeably off after their endeavor. He sent a vague appreciative and affectionate thought her way before ambling to the edge of their weyr, stepping off the ledge and snapping his wings open as he headed for the feeding grounds. Eh, he'll be fine once he eats about half the herd L'den said, having been so proud of his brown. That would show those cocky bronze riders, eh? Anything their dragons could do, so could his Oveth. He was beaming lightly, both in pride for his dragon, and for Jailla having missed him. He was still kind of tired, but he figured it would take him a few days to catch up entirely. Klah would be great he said with a grateful smile, sitting back and watching her work, just enjoying seeing her.
Jailla still worried. "I still can't hear him well," she muttered. "And last night... I thought you were a dream. I couldn't--There was a blankness. Like he wasn't there." she struggled to explain. She finished pouring a mug of klah and offered it to L'den with a smile. "Drink up," she said. "You need your strength. I suspect you'll be wanting to talk to the Weyrleader within the sevenday."
Oh, you bet I want to talk to him he said, tone growing a bit darker. He took the mug without complaint though, sipping at the liquid as it was still a bit hot for proper drinking. Neither of us were much here in the head last night. Too tired. We just need a few days of rest and we'll be back to normal he assured her, snugging his arm around her waist and drawing her near. So, a sevenday. And how is our little one? he asked, gazing fondly at her tummy for a moment before looking back into her face.
"About what?" the greenrider was curious. "Not another mission, I hope," she watched him sip at the klah, before nodding. "I know you weren't. You almost pulled a knife on me. Though, I suppose I shouldn't have frightened you like I did." She allowed herself to be pulled closer, smiling at her weyrmate. "Good, I think. Timath's been making sure I take good care of myself. She's been trying to convince me to eat all sorts of things," she wrinkled her nose at the thought of half the things the green had suggested; which varried from herdbeast to wherry and runner.
Oh, about talking to you drunk and scaring you half to death about me. He could have at least told you something so you wouldn't worry he said, his voice hard and discompassionate, upset that the weyrleader had upset his mate. He stopped in shock at her next words - he had pulled a knife on her? Shards! Jay, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it, honest he said, holding her even closer. He had to laugh at Timath though, looking out for Jailla and their unborn child. He sent her a quick "thank you".
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