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 Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:46 pm
From Sea to Sky ToC::The Rider ::The Dragon ::The Flits ::Friends and Foes ::Living Quarters : razz ortraits ::A History
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:53 am
The Rider  Name: Z'fer (Zofer) Age: 31 (as of 12/15/13) Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Hetero Rank: WingLeader History: Z'fer grew up in Marsitas Hold learning Seacraft from the local Master. He was the oldest of 6 siblings and from a young age showed a distinct knack for navigation. He worked hard to excel at whatever task was place before him, determined to be the best. He was on his way to becoming a Journeyman Navigator on a transport ship when he was searched at age 20. He Impressed his very first time on the sands and since then has lived at Malvren Weyr with Calanoth. He's had a few flings here and there but no lasting relationships. A few turns ago he won a flit egg off a man at the Spring Games. The man gave him the smallest egg he had believing to cheat Z'fer into a dud. Z'fer kept it warm just in case and when it showed signs of movement Z'fer knew his suspicions were correct. After cracking the little shell Z'fer Impressed a tiny little mound of black lizard-flesh. With a distinct lack of creativity Z'fer named him Klah. Description: Tall at 6'4" Z'fer has a strong build with darkly tanned and windburned skin. He has long matte black hair which he usually keeps braided down his back. His eyes are hazel with a grey tint. His face is square, a little too angular for beauty but handsome enough none the less. Z'fer can be a little lazy when shaving and usually has a day's worth of growth on his chin. After his first encounter with Thread Z'fer has a vertical scar on the back of his neck. Personality: Competitive. Z'fer likes to win. He'll not back down from a challenge, even if it's just in his mind. Z'fer knows dragonriders don't fight but that hasn't stopped him from getting in a 'friendly scuffle' or two, particularly when drinking. He tends to act without thought when angered which has gotten him in trouble. When Z'fer does lose he'll often try to blame someone or something else on it. It wasn't his fault he lost, It was obvious he should have won. When it comes to being a dragonrider Z'fer takes it very seriously. It galls him that he's not a Wingleader and he's always trying to prove himself and earn the position. He flies well with his wing. He'll take orders from ranked superiors but an order from a fellow rider makes him bristle. Z'fer has excellent sense of direction, nothing rivaling a Black but as well as any normal human can. When under pressure Z'fer is in his element. He thrives in fast paced, dangerous senarios. He's an adrenaline junkie. In his down time Z'fer appears relaxed and confident. He laughs freely and seems secure in 'who he is'... or egotistic depending upon how much you like him. He's an attractive man and enjoys flirting and showing off for women. He's not much into having a lasting relationship but if she's willing or her dragon is proddy by all means he'll take advantage of it. He's selfish and wants only the best for Calanoth and himself. Other: He's most likely been held back from a ranked position due to his competitiveness. He's gotten into trouble too many times to be trusted with a position of control. Z'fer has managed to secure his coveted position of Wingleader! We'll see what kind of example he sets for his riders... StatsHP: 30 Atk: 1D6 + 2 Def: 1D4 + 2 Acc: -3
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:04 am
The Dragon ProfileAge: 11 Colour: BronzeSize: Large Build: Muscular Personality: Z'fer's ego has infected Calanoth to a degree. He's convinced he's the biggest most handsome bronze in the Weyr; because Z'fer tells him so! He's a very gentle and laid back dragon otherwise, particularly fond of Weyrlings and their dragonets. He can often calm Z'fer down if he's in a rage so long as Calanoth isn't upset as well. Calanoth is as much of an adrenaline junkie as Z'fer. They both will push themselves beyond their limits just to get that thrill. While Z'fer doesn't really lean one way or another, Calanoth is very optimisitc. He believes whole heartedly that things will go well in the end. He can be pretty crushed when things go wrong but he cheers back up quick enough. He'll always chase a Queen or a Green should they rise but he would have to be bullied into rising for a Crimson. He's more interested in seeking out the choicest Green while the pickings good during a crimson's flight. Threadfall Stats:HP: 64 (+15) Agi: -3 Burn: +5 Exp: 1 (+6 bonus) Fighting StatsHP: 65 Atk: 1D6 + 2 Def: 1D8 + 3 Acc: -6
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 12:36 pm
The Flits  Black KlahAge: 6 Turns Obtained: Egg won in a bet at Spring Games Personality: Klah is talkative and greedy. More often than not he's found in the lower caverns pestering people for bites of food. Not that Z'fer doesn't feed his regularly. The little snot just never grew out of stuffing himself silly. The lazy thing can't fly half the time because his stomach is so distended. Even when sleeping the little black chirps, waking Z'fer at least once every night.  Green FellisAge: 3 turns Obtained: Egg won in a bet for leadership roles Personality: Fellis dotes upon Z'fer and can't bear being separated from him. She's a quick learner and willing to do what's asked of her as long as she doesn't have to go too far away. She's very territorial. Z'fer, Klah and Calanoth actually belong to her, not the other way around. Should Z'fer start showing signs of dislike or unwelcome, Fellis will take the hint and drive the offending party away. So long as Z'fer is happy, Fellis is happy. She gravitates towards music. Her 'singing' is not always welcome though.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 1:44 pm
Friends and Foes  C'rci, Rider of Blue BolthStatus: Friend Opinion: She's a tough girl and a good rider even if her flit's a little terror. She needs to work on that blue's bravery though. If he could barely ferry firestone I don't know how he'll survive flying an actual Fall. They've weathered recent evens well though I'll give them that. Wykla, Rider of Blue KamethStatus: Wingrider Opinion: I knew my faith in her was well placed. She's proved herself admirably as Assistant Candidatemaster, even taking over her duties here at a new Weyr. She'll make an excellent CandidateMaster when she grows up. C'tis, Rider of Blue MalcarrethStatus: Wherrie's Arse Opinion: Smug son-of-a-wher cheated. Hekate, Rider of Silver DevithStatus: Weyrmate Opinion We've come a long way... Kleos, Rider of Crimson MoriarthStatus: Co-worker Opinion: Hah! I wouldn't test that feline's claws for all the marks on Pern. I'm just glad Cal has no interest in Crimsons. I respect her as a Wingleader, and I admit it's great to watch the Benden rider's squirm when she's in the room. Kindra, Rider of Gold SuunathStatus: ... Opinion: Let's not talk about it. Narisa, Rider of Gold CepheithStatus: Acquaintance Opinion: I prefer her to that Benden She-Wher. N'mol, Rider of Bronze TyethStatus: Acquaintance Opinion: It's hard to know what to say. He's too young to be a wingleader in my opinion but at this point I think Benden is taking what they can get. At least he's polite...something else that rubs me the wrong way. I don't hate him...even if I think he's got a lot of growing up to do before he could think to match Cal and I. D'lin, Rider of Bronze PlexithStatus: Acquaintance Opinion:S'kor, Rider of Bronze ScarathStatus: Acquaintance Opinion:Siata, Smithcrafter & WherhandlerStatus: Acquaintance Opinion: She puts up a good fight, though it's not surprising considering the size of that woman. Eventually I'll buy her that drink.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 1:58 pm
The Bronzerider's Weyr Z'fer now shares a small hut with Hekate. It's not glamourous but as a Wingleader with a mate, he was able to arrange for their own private living quarters with enough room for both the bronze and silver to wallow outside. It's not much compared to the handsome weyr he had back at Malvren, but for a single room shack it's cozied up quite nice. The decoration and furnishings are distinctly Hekate's in taste and Z'fer is content to let her have her way. So long as the bed is comfortable, and he has a place to put his own things he's fine. He still consider's this to be a temporary residence. There are a couple items of his own displayed, a long strip of bone scrimshaw his father had carved for him when he was young. It depicts their families ship surrounded by dolphin's. The other is a large shell carved with a dragon in flight that he found in his previous weyr. Someone he assumes had left it as a gift, though who or why, he doesn't know. Both items were retrieved by Fellis as she's attached to the pretty objects and knows Z'fer likes them too.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 3:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 3:36 pm
RP Log In Progress:Hatching Feast - ORPFeline in the Fold - PRP w/ Hekate Finished:
Kappa Clutch Hatching - ORP
The Chance to Build - District Recruitment RP w/ Hekate
Meet the Wingleaders ORP, Weyrling Lesson
Thankless Jobs - PRP w/ Hekate
Seas of Fire - PRP w/ Hekate
For the Love of Wherry headed Wingleaders - PRP w/ Hekate
Silver Isn't Always Second Place PRP w/ Hekate
Want to give me a hand here? PRP w/ Mercy
High Noon - PRP w/ Kindra, Narisa - After Flight
Hellcats and Haymakers - PRP w/ Hekate
Amongst the Ashes - PRP w/ Hekate
Disturbing the Wreckage - PRP w/ Hekate
It Takes Three to Tango... Wait - PRP w/ Hekate, Kindra
Raise it Up - ORP w/ Hekate, Dizzian, Narisa, Siata, N'mol, Carltis
Tease Away the Tension - PRP w/ Hekate
Meeting of the Minds - ORP w/ Wingleaders & Gold Riders
Green Rumor Rising - Velath's Flight
Spoils of War - PRP w/ Hekate
Malvren Assembly - ORP
Dance with the Devil - PRP w/ Dizzian, Hekate
Dragonlight Demonstration - ORP
Storm Riders Meet-up - ORP, Malvren Storm Riders
They'll think I'm too young for this! - Wykla, C'rci, Z'fer
Red Sky at Morning - Z'fer, C'rci and dragons
Silence of Oblivion - Post Fall ORP
Eta Clutch Hatching - ORP
Feynath Rises! - Queen Flight
Meta Fights:
Kings and Queens w/ Kesin, Kesisk
The Danger Zone - ORP
Training:
Mock Fall - Storm Riders + .5 exp
Playing with Fingerpaints - Helped w/ candidates +.25 exp
Threadfall:
It Never Rains, but pours - Trine Weyr, after Spy Event + 1exp
Threadfall - Trine Weyr, during rebuilding + 1exp
Threadfall Doesn't Wait - Trine Weyr, post Revolution +1exp
Second Fall - Malvren Environs, post Wingleader rank up. +1exp
First Fall - All Weyrs +1exp
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:26 pm
Journal - After First Fall
It's been a long time since I kept a journal. Not since my days aboard the Dawn Skipper, Belderin's Ship back in Marsitas Hold. Even then that was just a captain's log. Not a true journal. Recently though I've felt the need to write things down again. The past events are weighing heavily on my mind. Since H'trel's death the Weyr has felt wrong. R'hix isn't too bad of a Weyrleader. There are things I would have done differently though. Maybe next time Feynath rises Eirlyn will hold an open flight again. She doesn't seem satisfied with R'hix either.
This whole mess with the murderer is ridiculous. No one has a clue who it could be though I'm with my Weyr in thinking it's the Holdless. As for the Bluerider accomplice...I'd kill him myself if I knew who he was.
It was an honor to be chosen by Eirlyn to search the Holdless camp. I knew she'd eventually see my potential.
...I hope she throws her next flight open. What I wouldn't do to get into her bedchambers...
We were lucky I went though, Benden and Trine sent delegations to stop us though why, I have no idea. Trine's Weyrwoman is still out of commission from what I've heard and W'lin's got enough problems on his own weyrledge to be making enemies right now. Rumor has it that his own Weyr suspects him in the murders. Unless they're all wherry brained over there you'd think someone would notice their Weyrleader missing on the night of the attacks.
Had they not come then maybe this whole disaster wouldn't have happened. With those idiots in the air distracting us we didn't see Thread falling until it was too late. We could have called for re-reinforcements and taken care of Thread as we're trained to do. Instead it was an unorganized mess with Trine riders milling about everywhere. I tried to do my duty and form a wing with Wykla and B'ram. Did a sharding good job too when it comes down to it. Better than a lot of others did.
Still. We lost a lot of riders. None of us ever thought that we'd all survive the upcoming Pass...but if we lose that many each Fall...there will be no Riders to fight in less than a Turn. Many who died were leaders too. I knew Calanoth and I should have been in charge. He's one of the largest Bronzes in the Weyr and we only got hit once! For 7 turns we've consistently proven our abilities and yet we've been held back.
It's going to change. I can promise you that. This isn't just about the Games now.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 2:37 pm
Journal Entry - The Wingleader Voting
Two weeks ago the final vote was held and the winners announced. I can say I was expecting it. Compared to their other choices I was obviously the best. I can proudly say that Calanoth and I now have our own wing, the Storm Riders. It'll be hard work but who better to do it than the best bronze and rider in this weyr!
That crimson rider Kleos was promoted as well...I don't doubt her abilities but we'll see how it goes. Even in Malvren there may be some who object to working under the command of a lesser color.
The kid I bet on was promoted to Assistance Candidate Master just as I'd thought. The odds were high but I can say I'm proud of her. I think once the Candidate Master has trained her some she'll prove herself capable. She's in my wing as well so I'll be able to keep tabs on her.
The sharding idiot I made the bet with didn't have the marks to pay me though. Apparently he'd bet with half the weyr and lost almost everything. I 'talked' with him and after a while he finally came around and we agreed I'd have first pick of his gold's next clutch. It was obvious she was going to rise soon so I didn't have too long to wait.
Well I went to get it today and I must say next time he's paying me in solid money not promises. Either he'd already picked over the clutch or something is wrong with his gold. Five eggs. That was all he presented to me. All of them small to boot. Still, I took one. It's rather tiny. Hopefully I'll get a silver or a breeding crimson out of it. Just don't let it be another black like Klah...
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 3:31 pm
~...{Sitting on the window sill to Z'fer and Calanoth's weyr is a small package crudely wrapped in dried seaweed and tied with a bit of stringy ocean grass. Opening it reveals a large flat seashell that's been carved so when you set it in front of a candle the light filtering through it forms the shape of a dragon in flight. Whoever made this clearly took great care in doing so and scribbled on the inside of the seaweed is a short poem.
'Dragons in morning.
Dragons in night.
Dragons in daytime
Will fly thread and fight.'
It appears Z'fer has a secret admirer. }...~
Z'fer stared at the odd lumpy object resting on his window sill. He knew it hadn't been there when he'd left that morning to feed Calanoth. The wary man glanced around his room, hand straying to the knife at his belt. His steps where whisper quiet, his eyes roaming all the nooks and crannies intently. Calanoth would warn him if someone was in his room though. While the bronze was full, his rider's alertness had him on edge as well. His head was at the opening between their rooms, his eyes betraying a hint of alarm with their orange whirling.
The room appeared to be empty aside from the two of them though. Z'fer cautiously approached the sill, retrieving the package. He examined it's wrappings with a hint of amusement, inhaling the sour stench of the seaweed. He took his belt knife to the cord and peeled it away from the wrappings. The object held within perplexed him further. He lifted it to the light from his window, making sense of the carving. It was well done, he was impressed. A glance back at the discarded wrapping revealed the poem. Who in the world would write this and leave it in his room? Confused, Z'fer put the shell on his dresser. Maybe one of the drudges? They'd have ready access to the rider's weyrs seeing as they would come in and clean up while the riders were out. Maybe he ought to talk to the Headwoman and see if she could find who it belonged to.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 3:47 pm
~ Mine...get some food.~
"What? Why? I ate dinner a candlemark ago." Z'fer shook his head at his dragon's strange remark, not looking up from the harness in his lap.
~ Not for you...for IT. ~ A large faceted eye glowed green from the cavern beyond his weyr.
Z'fer turned towards Calanoth, about to demand a straight explanation when a tiny clicking reached his ears. He glanced towards the half open door leading to his bathing chamber. Inside a wide and shallow clay pot full of sand stood in the steam rising from the bath. Visible even in the darkness, the tiny magenta egg rocked slowly, tapping against the edge of the pot.
Z'fer leapt to his feet and ran to the door leading to the inner caverns. He yelled out for a plate of raw meat, thanking the stars that a drudge was passing by just at the right moment. Z'fer went to retrieve his egg from the bath. He lifted the pot carefully and deposited it on the table by his bedside. The rocking of the little egg hadn't changed yet, just a steady side to side motion, though the tapping from inside had increased in pace.
The drudge returned with a plate of meat, he stared longingly at the little egg as he put the plate down. Z'fer hid his growl but excused the man to leave and quickly. A low creel announced the awakening of Klah. The little black uncurled himself and stretched from his sleeping spot on Z'fer's bed. His nose twitched as he smelled the raw meat.
"That's not for you!" Klah had winged his way to the table and without invitation had reached for the plate of meat. Z'fer grabbed him and held the black to his chest, letting him crawl up and onto his shoulder. He lifted a strip of meat to the gaping black maw. "There. If there's any left after this one hatches you can have it. Got it?" Klah butted his head against Z'fer's chin and trilled down at the magenta egg, caught up in the hatching excitement.
The egg's rocking had become frantic. Z'fer's eyes narrowed. Had he another atypical on his hands? The egg was small enough but it was hard to tell with flit eggs. His worry was laid to rest though as the egg finally cracked, a small beak of unknown color poked out, creeling pitifully. Slowly the hatchling managed to worm it's way out of it's shell. Her skin was dark and not just with goo, but it was obvious she was a green. Z'fer snorted. This was the last time he'd accept a flit egg in a bet.
She flopped into the sand, her head twisting unerringly in the direction of the plate of meat. Z'fer grabbed the plate quickly and held out a single scrap to her at a time. Watching the little red eyes beastie viciously bite into them and swallow them whole. Z'fer was midway through a yawn when her teeth found his finger instead. "Yeow!" He jumped up from the table, sending both the little flits into startled shrieks. He swore and sat back down quickly, offering another scrap to the tiny green. He wasn't about to lose her! Hesitantly she took it, eating at a slower pace, her eyes whirling guardedly. Calanoth crooned to the group, still watching from his couch as Z'fer finally managed to coax the hatchling into his arms.
Z'fer rubbed Klah's eye-ridge with his empty hand. "The rest is yours. You teach her any bad habits though and we'll see who eats who!" Klah chirped cheerfully as he landed on the plate of meat, warning completely unheeded.
~ What will you name her? ~
"Forest probably. She looks like a tree." Z'fer stood and carried her closer to one of the glow baskets, watching the light play on her dappled hide. She was looked small but Z'fer fancied she was longer than normal. She was only a hatchling though, she'd probably grow into her long tail and wide wings. It was a shock she'd managed to fit all of that in one egg.
~ You're very unimaginative with names you know. ~
"Well what would you name her then?!" Z'fer took her to the large bronze, letting him get a look at their new companion.
Calanoth tilted one eye towards her and thought a moment. ~ Fellis. ~
Z'fer laughed. "You're not any better Cal! We'll name her Fellis if that's what you think."
~ I'm just glad you didn't name ME. ~
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 8:00 am
Journal Entry - After the Fall of Malvren
I'm not sure what to do anymore.
I'm frustrated. I'm angry. I'm depressed. By the shells, I'm depressed. Most of the time I just want to punch something.
But still I find myself happy...
I'm going to get drunk.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 9:15 pm
~....{Written in looping slightly rough cursive on a little scrap of hide is a note.
Z'fer,
While I hope for Cal's sake you don't lose another flight you know that if you're ever feeling down I don't mind treating you to a cup of klah and a good conversation. Though next time perhaps we should use actual chairs for safeties sake. Let Cal know that I'm sure he'll catch a green sooner or later and that he's plenty handsome and it's a pity his rider doesn't share his good looks. Just kidding Z'fer, you're decent looking enough. Anyway see you around!
~ Your Flit }...~
Z'fer picked up the little note and read it. He flipped it over, looking at the blank back and smirked. "Heh." He didn't have to guess who sent it. He tucked it carefully among his own belongings, next to the little carved shell he'd also received in such a mysterious manner.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 10:20 pm
Disturbing the Wreckage ~ Get the brushes mine. Meet me by the lakeshore. ~ The bronze continued his slow walk past his wallow, heading straight for the glistening waters of Trine's clear lakes. Z'fer's anger had not cooled near as much as Cal had expected in the short walk. A vigorous scrubbing would take care of that though. Z'fer slammed the door to his shared hut open. His bootheels left gouges in the planks beneath his feet as he slammed his weight down with each step. He could at least be thankful for the social butterfly he bunked with. Z'fer rarely saw the man except for when he was asleep. His trunk was thrown open with the same rough lack of care as the door had been. Z'fer kneft and dug under the few pieces of clothing and leathers he owned to pull out a square box. It's lid received a gentler treatment, revealing the handsomely made brushes inside. In a fit Z'fer snapped the lid shut and with a strangled roar his arm pulled back to dash the gift against the wall. ~ No! The old one's if you must then. ~ Despite the distance Cal had kept an eye on his, aware that he might do something he'd regret later. Z'fer glared out the open door, now noting that it hung looser than it had before. He was tempted to do it anyways but no, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of know she'd got to him. He tossed the brushes on his cot and dug deeper for the old brush and rag he'd used before. A pot of oil and bag of sweetsand completed the kit and he left the hut in the same manner he'd entered it. "Scorch It Cal what was that all about?" Z'fer stopped at the water's edge, dropping the oil pot and rag to the soft sand and rolling up his pants. "I have enough problems without my dragon telling me to shut up as well! It's not like I wasn't getting as good as I gave! You heard the whershit she was saying!" Calanoth lounged in the water. ~ Just scrub mine. I itch. ~ His second lids closed, almost disguising the distressed colors of his eyes. Z'fer glared. "No! You tell me what you meant by that! You think I'm hurt by her?! Shards Cal I've never been mad at you before but by the first EGG I am now!" The dragon lifted his damp head from the water and gently touched Z'fer. ~ I do. You are. ~"Pah!" Z'fer dumped some sand on the brush and wet it. He pressed into the bronze's side as he scrubbed, as if he could actually injure the tough hide beneath his hands. "She doesn't know what she's takling about. Too sharding young and with a silver she'd never understand. Should have Impressed a Green. Then we wouldn't have this problem." ~ So you believe as the Bendens do? ~ "What?! No! For the love of little green dragons Cal! " He slapped the water's surface. "Has the whole planet gone insane? You included?! Of course I don't. You can't tell me you don't know what's going on though? You know how old those two golds are? Two turns. They'll be rising soon and depending upon what happens, Malvren may need a new Weyrwoman. As things stand Trine has golds to spare. I'm trying to be a responsible Wingleader! I'm trying to think about the future of my WEYR and she! She act as if I cheated on her! We weren't even weyrmates let alone MARRIED! We flirt. WOW That's something special!" His voice turned sarcastic. "Whatever! I sharding flirt with EVERY girl that walks by! I'm a SHARDING BRONZERIDER. Shells I didn't even know that was her at first! Did I care? NO! I don't want a damn relationship. Especially with a sharding weyrling. And then you think I'm Hurt? Hurt by what? It hurts where she tried to break my wrist! It hurts where she slapped me! It hurts where her SHARDING DRAGON knocked me to the ground! I almost wish the wherhandlers were still attacking so I'd have an excuse to tear that runt a new one!" Calanoth waited to get a word in edgewise. The harsh scrubbing only felt good to him and the physical exertion and ranting was doing as he'd needed and spending Z'fer's anger. Z'fer sighed in aggravation. "Pawn. I never thought of her as a pawn. Maybe that's how SHE thinks of others but I'm not that heartless." He shook his head, disgusted with himself. "I don't even know why I hung around her. She's done nothing but cause trouble." ~ You enjoy her company. ~ Little snippets of memory flickered at random in his mind, playing like a children's flip book. There was no sense of time in the memories, no care to what happened before or after. Just hugs, quiet conversations, Hekate in his lap leaning against his chest, her smouldering looks that tested his self control, even the few stolen kisses they'd sneaked. The last one faded slowly, a view of the two of them, curled up together asleep in the curve of a bronze tail. Calanoth's own memory showed him more than any borrowed scenes of his own had. Z'fer turned away. "Cal... stop that... I get it. I led her on. It's not like I haven't accidentally done that before." ~ No you didn't Mine. Look again. ~ The draconic memories played again, focusing on Z'fer's obvious pleasure each time he was in her presence. "She's just a weyrling. I'm at least a decade older than her." ~ We've flewn riders younger, and they won't be forever. ~ Z'fer raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying you're going to chase Devith? Did you forget he's a silver?" ~ No. Just because the dragon is sterile doesn't mean the rider is. ~ "Wha-what do you want me to do then?! Go running back and apologize?" Z'fer threw his arms out in frustration. His voice raised as he played the hypothetical scenario. "Oh Hekate I'm sorry I said all those mean terrible things I'll stay celibate and never look at another woman or green ever again because you're the only woman I lo-" His voice cut off sharply and he coughed. "It's not happening Calanoth." His hands shook as he went back to scrubbing Calanoth's hide. ~ Maybe not in so many words. ~ The bronze's demeanor changed, as his eyes picked up speed and brightened from their greyed yellow to a happier green. Z'fer thumped his head against his bronze's side.
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