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 Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 2:48 pm
 Wykla was brainstorming. Leaning against Kameth in the shade of some trees as she watched people, flits, clouds, or just happened to be staring blankly at nothing. She was running ideas of candidate lessons past her dragon. He seemed to be shooting down every idea she had as either too silly, too boring, or just because. She gave him an irritated glare at his lack of helpfullness.
The teen lapsed into silence as she tried to come up with something the dragon would accept. Not like he was much help! Fingers absently itched the flit nearest at hand. A exceedingly random thought floated across her mind and took her a couple minutes to grasp it. There was a second assistant from Malvren. Wykla frowned as she tried to place the rider. Had she never met him? She suddenly jumped to her feet; much to the startlement of her flits.
"I'll get him to help!" She said with determination. Her blue only giving her a funny look. Wykla stalked toward the Weyr. Her wing of flits fluttering overhead to mark her progress. She'd search the whole place if she had to. With all her flits no place was safe for him to hide.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 11:56 pm
(So sorry, Magna, for the briefness!)
I'an was skulking about--or he would have been, maybe, if he hadn't been in his weyr, half asleep. He was still adjusting to Trine, having come from Malvren. He had sat on his cot, rubbing at his eyes. He was oblivious to the fact that someone was looking for him. The twenty nine turn old man was content to kick back--and do as little as possible for the time being. He was dressed casually, in a simple tunic and trousers. He seemed to give off the air that he was uncomfortable in his clothing, as if he would have preferred a different texture,
Licerth wasn't as oblivious, thankfully. The blue was generally the more alert of the pair; of course he was! I'an may have been distracted by clothing, his blue never was. Mine, there are pests flying about. Shall I tell them to leave us in peace?
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:39 pm
The young assistant tilted her head as she listened to her flits jabber at one another. It could be a bit chaotic sometimes with so many talking all at once. She'd gotten use to the general background noise or hum it created. First one sent off a joyful chirp, then a couple more, as they called at the success of finding what they were searching for. Wykla followed them to a Weyr; which she assumed belonged to I'an.
"Hey! Anyone home?"
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