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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 3:38 pm
"Come back here, you monsters!" A woman shouted. The sound of breaking pottery followed shortly after and a pair of green firelizards darted out of the kitchens carrying between them a roast wherry leg.
The pair of greens were unrepentant as they flew through the dining cavern, but they were also uncoordinated, each of them wanting to fly back to their own weyrs, which were nowhere near each other. The older, more plainly patterned flit wanted to fly toward the weyr of a bronzerider who'd been made wingleader about a turn ago. The younger striped one wanted to go to the weyr of crecheworker and her young daughter.
Their differences of opinion caused them to try to fly in different directions, tearing smaller chunks off of the leg and dropping the main part of it into the lap of the hapless person beneath them, who didn't notice the flits, and instead thought the event was the fault of a long-time rival who was seated only a few tables behind them. The stocky young woman, Chandi, stood up so quickly she nearly tripped over the bench and strode over to her red-haired rival, Aksana, dragging her off her seat with a snarl.
"You b***h!"
The two being implacable foes, it didn't matter what Chandi was accusing Aksana of. The two of them didn't really need excuses to fight. They had been searched from the same hold two turns ago and even before they were searched they had hated each other. Nowadays it took very little to bring the two to blows, which was just what they were coming to.
"You want to take this outside, crazy?" Aksana growled.
"Let's go," Chandi replied, stalking toward the weyrbowl.
OOC Notes:
+ You can assume your character is in the dining cavern or the weyrbowl, or just happened to hear that there was going to be a fight and came running for whatever reason.
+ Yeah...this is open for people at High Reaches. Chandi and Aksana are NPCs, so you can make up whatever you like about them.
+ Sorry if anyone got their hopes up, but the flits do belong to me and are not rewards for RPing or anyting.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 7:17 pm
Harna, the 46-turn-old Weyrlingmaster, was sitting in the dining cavern when two little twits decided they were going to ruin his supper with their screaming and shouting. Unfortunately, the two women had been brought negatively to his attention by several other outbursts like this- and if they ever Impressed and came into his domain, he wouldn't have it. Hate-filled little wenches, and he pitied their possible Hatchlings.
Even if he pointed out it hadn't been the fault of either of them, their blood was up and roaring. He could box their ears, but he was sure he'd get a stern talking to- he'd save that for their guardians. And eagerly await the day that they took their squabbles onto his turf. He wouldn't be able to box their ears though, unless it was the lesser evil- none of his Weyrlings would fight, it was too dangerous early on in the bond. He'd box both their ears first and set them to digging pits on opposite sides of the Weyr.
Standing heavily, the former Rider moved out of the hall leisurely, preparing himself to overstep his bounds anyways. Just in case no one else cared to.
Wouldn't it be amusing to make them kiss and make up?
= = = =
Outside in the Weyrbowl, Green Cusith was stretching out her long, lanky limbs when she heard the uproar start. She reached down with her nose, prodding at the human woman in her 'arms'. Naiamine, rise. Loud ones are coming to disturb your sleep. Instead, the young woman rolled over, sunning herself against the dark green hide.
That particular dragon would wake later.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 11:23 pm
Chandi and Aksana had startled not only riders and dragons, but also caught the keen ears of Balisk and his handler. Drawn to trouble like a moth to the flame Bali came trotting into the weyrbowl, Balisk the massive tank of a bronze hatchling right on her heels.
Literally, since it was only a swift side step on Bali's part that kept the massive tank of a hatchling bronze from running right into her and tripping both of them head over feet. Tripping on his own paws the graceless hatchling hit the dirt, but with a little bit of help from his rider picked himself up and giving a little shake deposed the dust he'd kicked up over his hide.
Sighing Bali bent stroking the little wher's head as he quirked it up at her, facetted eyes whirling as he chirped reassuringly to his handler. Though still a bit young to grasp more language then simply his coarse shoving of emotions into his handler's mind Balisk managed to get across in a loving nuzzle of his handlers hand and in spreading his wings playfully that he was perfectly fine. No harm done see?
Of course Bali had already learned that short of possibly dropping a cothold on the heavy set wher she doubted there was much that could hurt him. Good thing too with as often as he tripped, fell, crashed, and in general just bowled things over. If Balisk wasn't creeling he wasn't hurt or so she'd learned.
Didn't stop Bali from worrying over him though. Especially since she'd only recently begun taking him on patrols to better integrate him with the Weyr.
Stepping up to Harna Bali glanced from the two arguing girls to him a stoic look on her face. Balisk, taking a bit more care this time in following her, his wings up to make himself look bigger then his already impressive hatching size and snarling low in his throat. The young wher doing his best to make up for his less then impressive accident early by looking as threatening and downright menacing as he could now that there were things that could use a little scaring. Mock scaring mostly mind, unless they hurt his handler, then it'd be all real.
"What seems to be the problem Rider sir?" Bali asked Harna giving him a polite nod of greeting, her tone level and border lining emotionless as she surveyed the scene. Bali at times like these was all business. Balisk himself had chosen to come sit regally by her feet eyeing Harna skeptically his growl increasing and the message clear.
HIS. She was HIS! Male Human was lucky HIS wanted to speak to him. He should answer nicely yes? Balisk was watching.
Dropping a hand down Bali carefully stroked and scratched Balisk's eyeridges soothing the wher.
Not a threat. She calmly ensured the large bronze hatchling who crooned low in his throat rubbing his head affectionately against her leg, but the feral possessiveness never left his eyes.
MINE Balisk hummed in her mind, one of the first words he'd been able to fully grasp since practically exploding out of his egg. A smile danced over Bali's lips for a split second, unseen except for her bonded who felt the approval and love thrum through their link.
Yes Balisk knew she was HIS. All HIS. No one elses.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 5:58 am
Uninterested in the fact that they were disturbing at least one late-rising greenrider and who knew how many others, the two combatants had entered into their fight in earnest. There was hair-pulling, scratching, kicking, and name-calling. Some of the names were incredibly creative, and others were perhaps a mite confusing, being epithets local to the hold the pair had been searched from and not generally considered insulting in other parts of Pern.
It should be noted that not once did Aksana ask, nor did Chandi mention, what had caused this seemingly-spontaneous brawl, just as they had never said to anyone what the real reason they hated each other so much was. When asked by an outsider, they would give different answers - lots of them - but none of them ever quite rang true. So in essence the two were fighting just because they hated each other and one of them had come up with an excuse.
"Nit-chewing fart-knocker," Aksana yelped as Chandi grabbed through her tunic the thin flesh under her arm and over her ribcage, digging in with fingernails that had not looked anything like that clawlike hours ago. It seemed to her they had grown and sharpened in response to the combat situation, and that was just unfair, so she added, "Freak!"
While Aksana twisted to get break her left-handed grip, Chandi began trying to box her opponent's ears with her free right hand, though fortunately for Aksana the random flailing of her arms was deflecting most of the blows. Whatever Chandi was saying in her growling stream of muttering was lost under Aksana's much louder yelping and swearing.
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 5:57 pm
K'dam had been nursing a headache all day, and it was only just lifting when chaos broke out in the dining cavern. He winced at the outburst, raising his cup to press the cool side against his forehead. Ahhh. That was better. The girls seemed to be heading outside with the Weyrlingmaster behind them, which was a relief. He could concentrate on his dinner in peace now.
***
Outside, Luriath had been sunning himself and hoping to maybe catch the eye of a passing Green. He might have been dozing just a bit, too. When the two girls broke into a brawl, the Blue raised his head. He yawned, watching the girls with some interest. "Catfight out here, K'dam." He stretched and then tucked his forelegs under him, like a very large and inquisitive cat looking out the window. "I think they're trying to tear each others' hair out."
***
In the dining hall, K'dam sighed. A catfight? If he were a bit merrier, K'dam would love to see that (as long as they weren't really hurting each other). In his current state, he wasn't terribly interested. Still, he wouldn't want the girls to injure themselves. The Weyrlingmaster could surely knock some sense into them, but he might like backup from another adult.
Although K'dam was hardly a responsible adult ... and he doubted if Harna liked him much.
He dragged himself out of the dining hall and made his way down to the weyrbowl, giving Harna and the girl with the wher a half-hearted wave as he entered. He would let one of them be the first to tackle the brawling Candidates.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 11:14 pm
Odet had stayed a bit late after supper to help a few of the drudges clean up and had been just leaving the Dining hall when the commotion started up. Glancing over she mentally sighed. Oh, these two again.
While she greatly enjoyed watching them fight each other and if given the chance might even give them some of the instigation they sought out for she often found their constant fights tiring and wasteful. Then again if they were too busy hating and fighting each other they'd be too busy to notice her slipping in and beating them in lessons and other such things. After all all that mattered to them was beating each other. It didn't matter who came in first as long as one of them came in ahead of the other leaving Odet free to take control and steal the prize in her eyes.
Plastering thoughtful frown on her face she stepped up to K'dam and Harna letting out a small worried gasp. "Oh no! They're not at it again are they!" She bemoaned shaking her head and rubbing her temples in annoyance. Glancing up at Harna she nodded a polite greeting to him. "Good Evening Weyrlingmaster." Before pausing to glance once more at the two girls who were straining to pull each others hair out, but relaxed somewhat spotting the new Wherhandler followed by her bronze approach and greet the weyrlingmaster as well asking what the trouble was.
Letting the older woman speak Odet simply shrugged her shoulders and nodded to the two fighting candidates before continuing. "Sorry about them sir. They're a little high strung it seems. Everytime something goes wrong they go for each others throats. It really is a miracle they haven't gotten kicked off the sands. I do wish they'd stop though. Faranth knows we need more female riders." She spoke a look of concern on her face her nose crinkling slightly with worry making her runner freckles that dotted the bridge of her nose and cheeks stand out more on her skin.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 12:22 pm
*Noisy!*
"Got that right, my friend." A few tables (safely) away from where the catfight had erupted, the second of the Wherhandlers watched the females with an amused expression. Between his legs, the young Brown poked his head out from under the table to watch as the combatants trailed towards the Weyrbowl. Only when they had left did he turn back towards His with yellow-laced eyes.
*Noisytime?*
Noisy time? Varro stared down at Varrosk with a raised eyebrow. Where had the hatchling picked up that combination? It sounded....wrong, in more ways then one. A pause of consideration as he mentally juggled for a better way to describe the bickering between the two Weyrfolk.
"Um....I would call it more....Angry. Angry people, little buddy."
Varrosk cocked his head at the word as the human watched the gears turn in the little creatures' head. Angry was a new word; emotion wise? He knew it...but now that he had a name for it? It was....different.
And the brown didn't like it.
*Noangry!* The Wher squawked and promptly scampered out after the crowd from his hiding place with determination. He would make this better! *Happy!*
"Wha- HEY! Varrosk! Hold on! ........Ugh.....WHY?! He could have at least waited for me...." But yelling did nothing; sighing more, the Handler made way after his charge towards the catfight in question.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:32 pm
Harna watched the two Candidates pull at each others hair for a while. The older man glanced down at the bronze wher, trying not to wrinkle up his nose when the little thing tried to menace him. Ahh, but not so little for too long. Not for long indeed. The boy who he had been had been changed by Harnath, who had been a Bronze just as fierce as this one when he was younger. And it hadn't changed, right up to the day D'nel and Harnath died, leaving behind the shell of a man who stood here now. Contemplating the past that was inside some wrinkled little brute. Huh. "No problem." The man smiled at Bali. "Just considering how to deal with some future ex-Candidates."
He glanced around the Weyr, admiring the small crowd that was forming because of these loud-mouthed brats. When these two wanted to, they sure knew how to make wherries of themselves. He nodded to K'dan- a bluerider, if he recalled. not the only rider out here either. Cusith was starting to look red-eyed, and that dragon was mild-mannered if there ever was one. She was a quiet lass, and Hers had been quite the plump little nugget before he'd gotten his claws into her. "K'dan, do you vote we pluck the wherries before or after we deliver them to the Kitchens?" Meaning: Do we dress them down before or after I give them chores until they are as old as I am?
He glanced down at someone else who spoke, trying to place a name. "They are, indeed." his voice was droll. "No need to be sorry about them. Be sorry for them." He watched Cusith stand, Naia's hand on her hip as she attained her own feet. The green dragon was plodding their way, and he could stop it- but why not just let it happen? Cusith's deep voice was a peacemaker if there was one, because if he interfered, neither of these girls would be Standing next clutch. Not if he had a say. (Admittedly he was only Weyrlingmaster, but he wouldn't willingly inflict them on a Wherry- much less a dragon.) "We need female riders, but there are plenty more women in the Weyr. And in the Stands. Shards and Shells."
He saw another Wher darting towards the group, and saw Cusith drawing in a breath through her deep chest. Barrel-chested and the size of a Blue, her voice was one he had only heard once.
Cusith leaned her great head down, and whether she had the Candidate's attention or not, she roared.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 10:21 am
Now there were two whers floundering around. Since when did High Reaches even have whers? K'dam wasn't one to judge, so he didn't much care if these people wanted to spend their lives taking care of some smelly lumps that could hardly fly, but it was bizarre seeing them both in the Weyrbowl. He was starting to feel like he was having a bad dream. He rubbed his aching head, flinching when the Green - Cusith, if he recalled - started bellowing and carrying on.
This was a nightmare.
"Maybe you should go back to the dining hall," Luriath said, ducking his head slightly at Cusith's roar. The Blue was still sitting some ways away from the scene, his tail now curled tightly around himself as though to protect himself from Cusith's wrath. "This doesn't look like any fun at all. I don't know why you came."
Because you told me to, you big blue lump!
Shocked into mental silence, Luriath did not reply.
"They sure sound like a bunch of cackling wherries," K'dam said, looking blearily at the Weyrlingmaster. "Let's just break them up for now." Screeching girls and roaring dragons were not helping his headache, not at all. He walked towards the battling girls, reaching out to try and gently nudge them apart. He didn't want to gloat over their demise like Harna, he just wanted them to shut up.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 10:44 am
Bali at this point was just as annoyed as K'dam was her frown deepening when the dragon started roaring startling Balisk and making him snarl and lean against her side. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Varrosk knowing Varro would be not far behind him.
Watching K'dam approach the pair she took that as her cue. "Balisk." She snapped out the order the bronze looking up at his handler startled to attention and recognizing her 'work' tone. "Take em down." Bali ordered leveling a finger at Chandi and sending the bronze a mental picture of how he liked to scurry between her legs, a trick he'd always knocked her over with on accident.
Work The bronze chirruped in her mind puffing himself up before letting out a bugle and dashing for the girls barreling his body low to aim to go right between Chandi's legs and knock her flat into the sand. Bali was right behind him trotting up and leaving the other girl to K'dam.
Circle her. Don't let her up. Bali ordered if Balisk had managed to knock the girl flat as planned.
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 6:51 am
The deliberate roar of Naia's dragon was deafening and had actually succeeded in stunning the two girls into stillness for a few moments. The turn they'd spent at High Reaches Weyr had accustomed them to most draconic noises, but this one was different. It was much louder and closer than either of them was used to.
"Shells!" Aksana exclaimed, jumping back and pressing a hand to the side Chandi had gripped so bruisingly before.
Chandi didn't have much to say, given she had been pinned to the ground by an oversized bronze something. At first the girl wondered if, in some freakshow event, a bronze dragonet had appeared out of somewhere and Impressed to her, but there were so many reasons that couldn't happen her brain immediately dismissed it as folly. There were no clutches on the sands anywhere, as far as she knew. Girls don't Impress bronzes. Impression usually involves some sort of mental contact, not just physical attacks.
"Get this lump off of me," she hissed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 11:45 am
Balisk, perched on the girl's chest, snarled flaring his wings in a vicious display. The bronze might not have been as sharp as his brown clutchmate, but he knew when he was being insulted! Growling low he snapped his jaws, the effect somewhat less menacing due his teeth having yet to fully come in.
Hurt? The bronze inquired somewhat hopefully to his handler, but never took his whirling red eyes off of Chandi.
"No Balisk. I don't think the Candidatemaster would approve of us mangling his charges." Bali responded outloud for Chandi's sake as a shadow fell over the girl. Looking up she'd see Wherhandler Bali looming over her, the woman's arms crossed and her face a mask of displeasure. "Even if they have been breaking the peace and responding rudely to us" She continued arching an eyebrow at the downed girl to punctuate her point.
"Now. I think you owe Balisk an apology for calling him a lump." Bali said nodding her head to the massive bronze wher hatchling currently snarling on her chest.
Apology? Balisk asked quirking his head up at his handler his eyes bleeding from red to more blue green at the sight of her. Reaching out a gentle hand Bali scratched the hatchling's eyeridges lovingly.
Yes Balisk. She's going to tell you how sorry she is for insulting you my handsome bronze King. She assured him with a small smile reserved only for the hatchling, the warmth vanishing when she looked back down at Chandi. "Then if you promise to cease causing trouble we will let you up. Understand?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 4:47 am
Satisfied that her single roar had caused the desired effect and Naia would not feel compelled to insert herself into this situation, Cusith silenced herself and contented herself with simply glaring intently at the two Candidates. Until some little lumps of something came and knocked one of the girls over. Then she yawned, no longer interested in the Candidates- or the ugly little things which were flomping on them. Naiamine, should we go back to sleep? If Naia slept, Cusith could peoplewatch some more. She was starting to suspect...
Harna watched the circus with a small bit of amusement. He was hardly chortling and slapping his leg, but the sight of the ugly little bronze pinning one of the Candidates to the ground was goot for at least one snort from him. They ought to get used to something big and heavy on their chest, if they wanted to think about Impressing a dragonet. "In my 46 turns of inexperience, all women start to sound like cackling wherries in the end, Bluerider. Some just sooner than others." Cusith's roar had stunned the women into silence, but it looked like one of them was getting her wind back already.
"I don't know, Wherhandler." he said as he stalked up beside Bali, tapping his hand against his leg. "Everyone's hands have been full with so many Candidates, I think you could safely mangle one or two." It was a joke, of course. One had to have a sense of humor in his position. And when had they gotten a Candidatemaster again? Hadn't Jilis been trying to keep an eye on this lot, in addition to her myriad other duties? (He didn't envy Jilis her job, he'd much rather spend his time outside.) Then again, he hadn't known they were bringing Whers into the Weyr. It was a sad day when the Weyrlingmaster was dealing with Candidates.
"Girls," he greeted the two noisemakers (ignoring the bronze attachment to one), "I think it is time someone had a talk with you about propriety, and what could get you kicked out of the Weyr." Yelling and pitching fights was, alas, not on the list last he'd checked. But if they kept it up, it could be added.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 11:26 am
"Fat chance," Chandi said, enunciating very clearly.
There was no way she was going to apologize to a barely-sighted, mostly flightless wannabe dragon. She didn't even know why they had them at High Reaches. It wasn't as though they needed them, what with there being dragons everywhere and all. "Why don't you go back to the mines where you and your beast belong?"
Aksana was slowly edging away from everything. She hadn't started this, and she didn't really want to get in trouble for it. There was that second wher to consider, and she didn't fancy being pinned down in a similar fashion to her arch rival. Really, Chandi's predicament struck her as hilariously funny, and it was all she could do to keep from cackling with glee at the affair.
"I'm sorry weyrling master," Aksana said sweetly. "She just attacked me in the dining cavern. I really have no idea why." For once she was even being honest here.
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 10:26 am
"Oh really?" And Bali grinned, a nasty vicious grin that promised a good deal of pain to come. Frankly even Balisk who loved his owner like nothing else looked up and shuddered a little at the pure ice in the woman's gaze.
"Balisk. Sit." She snapped out the order and the Wher who'd been careful to keep his full weight off the girl flopped down with enough muscle to knock the wind out of someone and cut off the insults spewing from the girl's mouth. Turning back to the Weyrling master she answered him.
"Oh don't worry sir you have to develop a sense of humor when you work security and raise Watchwhers. Would you like to deal with this situation or would you prefer I do so? I know you're a rather busy man." Bali replied with a polite nod to the older rider and easing the snarling Balisk with a gentle eyeridge scratch.
The bronze could feel the icy anger rolling off his owner like a clear sharp winter fog and he did not like the girl beneath him causing it. Why his simply didn't just let him bite her he had no idea, but remained loyally in place eyes whirling and snarling at the human pinned beneath him. Feeling his handlers fingers caressing his head he crooned low and comfortingly up at her. Mad? The bronze inquired though he already knew the answer, his own heated anger rolling into Bali's mind.
I'll be fine dear heart. She replied the frost in her gaze fading a bit when she looked to the bronze hatchling, but remained cold and sharp should she turn to look at Chadi.
Lifting her head Bali caught sight of Aksana near K'dam trying to slip away and motioned her forward with a finger. "Come here girl!" She snapped, but her voice warmed slightly at seeing the candidates fear and worry. "Come here I promise I don't bite." Bali coaxed a little gentler before turning to the crowd of dudges and kitchen personal who'd come to peer out the door.
"You all! Who among you saw how the fight was started?" She called out to them keeping her softer tone as Balisk looked up chirping at the crowd. He knew the kitchen people. Kitchen peoples though questioning tended to be good to him and his because tunnelsnakes didn't want to come around a place that smelled of a wher. That and his had promised when he got bigger he'd get to help chase the mean slinky ones. Oh wait!? And the bronze caught sight of a flash of brown bugling out to his clutchmate! Varrosk! Oooh he wanted to play, but with a glance up at his handler the big bronze stayed put chirping and trying to called is companion over. Play? Balisk inquired of his friend.
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