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 Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 11:39 am
She didn't especially want to go, but Bereck was insisting. She could have ignored him - there was no reason for her to take orders from her bondmate - but she could feel him getting worried and agitated. That was no good. So it was with a heavy heart that the heavy green stumped away from the infirmary and reached her mind towards a certain crimson.
Lucky, lucky crimsons.
she said, tones carefully polite. There was no need for her to tell Hyweth why that was; if she didn't already know, Bereck would probably prefer that she wasn't told unless it actually became relevant.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 11:59 am
Hyweth had been sleeping in her wallow when awakened by Berath's voice. It wasn't that she needed the sleep, or that she was particularly angry about being woken. She just--would have rather not been. Really, it was the thought of being woken, rather than the act, that upset her. I have time. I am in my wallow, and you must come here, Hyweth directed at the green.
I do not feel like moving today. I am comfortable, the sand is warm. You can come lay with me, Berath. That Berath's bonded was a Masterhealer didn't seem to phase Hyweth in the slightest. Of course he would want to see her. She was Hyweth. She was beautiful. She was skilled. Her flight had been long. Of course he wanted to see her! The crimson couldn't imagine anyone not wanting to see her.
You may, added the crimson, shifting to a more comfortable position, But tell yours that he may come see me when he is available.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 12:46 pm
Berath replied, still all careful politeness,
Heaving a deep sigh the hefty green moved away from all nearby buildings and people; she needed a good run up to get into the air. Flexing her huge slightly tattered wings a few times Berath lumbered into a jog, and then a charge, and then threw herself into the air. The massive downbeat of her wings bent the grass that had been beneath her, and the behemoth climbed into the sky. Casting a critical eye over the world below she soon spotted the dragon she was looking for and started to spiral down again. she warned the younger female, shortly before landing with an earth-shaking thud.
Loping to a halt the scarred dragon furled her wings comfortably by her sides and acknowledged Hyweth with a nod. Politeness dictated that she say 'pleased to meet you', but Berath was never polite just for the sake of it; she was usually polite because she liked to be polite but she didn't feel like that particular pleasantry with this one. Instead she said;
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 1:06 pm
Hello, Hyweth responded with equal politeness. Her tone was filled with a certain curiousity. Why had a Masterhealer wanted to check on her? Why had he sent his dragon to do so? How odd. It is a good afternoon for resting, she agreed at once.
Yours sent you to see me? She asked for clarification. Perhaps yours will come see me later, so we can rest now. Sleep is good. To further her point, the crimson laid her head down on her forelegs, curling her tail around herself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 2:17 pm
Berath insisted, moving closer to the crimson dragon. This was hard, so hard! She wished with every fibre of her being that Bereck could have done this instead of her, and not merely to have him well. She didn't want to have to talk about clutches with this dragon who had been handed choices denied to her by nature.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 3:00 pm
Why? Hyweth's question was simple. Why couldn't Berath's join them? Was he too busy? The green's next statement caught her interest. Was she carrying eggs? Would she clutch? The crimson's curled in anticipation. Oh, if she was, wouldn't hers be pleased! I see. There was a pause in which the crimson seemed to be seeking answers from her rider. No, she said at last. No, I haven't.
What would it be like? Golds experienced clutching turn after turn. Maybe she would have to ask one of them. Does clutching before make a difference? she fretted.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 8:04 am
Berath exclaimed. After a moment in which she felt Bereck's disapproval and after sending him a feeling of 'apology' but not 'sorry', she went on; If the crimson was carrying eggs she was going to-
-She was going to be professional, and carry out the necessary checks, and ask the necessary questions because that was a healer's job. Her feelings didn't matter.
said her bondmate, his mental tones soft and regretful. nice but you have to be professional.>
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 9:01 am
Hyweth was puzzled. She flicked her tail experimentally, and then said, You are unhappy. Why? The crimson turned to study Berath, standing obediently. I do not remember being checked like this before, she said. It was nice to receive so much attention after her flights.
And then, did Berath's words seem to sink in. To know if she'd had problems, implying that there may be problems. Hyweth tensed.What problems? she demanded. Would the eggs be alright? Safe? Healthy, strong? She ignored her rider's inquiries over whether she'd be safe. Was clutching dangerous? Were there ways to make sure Hyweth would be alright?
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 1:08 pm
Berath replied quickly, perhaps a bit took quickly. Realising this was the case she mentally scrambled for something to add, and luckily was quickly able to settle on; This excuse had the advantage of being the truth just not the whole, or the currently pertinent, truth.
Berath went on, she said more softly, because despite her bitter jealousy she didn't want to see the bigger dragon upset.
Rumbling in her chest Berath tilted her head to the side and then dipped it down to look at Hyweth from a different angle. With another rumble she padded in a circle around the crimson, allowing her vision to flow freely into Bereck's mind.
the healer said once she had made a full circuit.
Berath felt her heart sink a little. she said, trying to sound happier than she was.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 3:27 pm
I hope yours is well again, soon, Hyweth promptly responded. The crimson understood what having an ill rider was like--J'len was still not fully recovered from the injury to her ankle. The crimson only paused to consider the green's words. Had she been checked before? She didn't remember. Perhaps I was, she offered. But perhaps no one considered it. Many crimsons rise and do not clutch.
At the news, Hyweth felt herself stiffen. There was an amount of nervousness that went along with the excitement It was good news, wasn't it? But how would she handle it? How would hers? And how would Hatteth take it? I have never clutched before, the crimson began awkwardly. Will you help me? Perhaps it was not the most conventional thing--but Berath's rider was a healer. Surely he knew what to do? You can help me care for them, maybe. Yours knows how?
What would she do if he didn't?
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 1:58 pm
Oh. Berath shifted slightly.
the green blinked, addressing only her rider now.
Bereck repeated, his mental tones urgent. Along with the words came a tumble of slightly confused feeling: need to be useful, things to prove, insecurity, this new place, so far from home, everything they had built taken away-
<-if you would like me to, of course I will help,> Berath went on after a rather notable pause. She was aware that perhaps she sounded a bit brittle... but perhaps Hyweth would just think she was upset over her bondmate still.
<...Thank you.>
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 2:55 pm
Hyweth seemed oblivious to Berath's bitter tone; or if the crimson did notice it, she gave no sign of it. I would like that, she said, pleased at the aspect of making a new friend. And if Berath could help with the eggs--and with all of Hyweth's worries, things would be good. Have you known crimsons that have clutched? Hyweth asked. What was she suppposed to do? Was it instinct? Was it something else?
Perhaps yours will be well again, when they hatch. Then we can watch them bond together. That would be nice, wouldn't it? An exciting thing, certainly! And if yours knows how to care for them, and you help me-- the crimson studied Berath with gratitude, I will make sure everyone knows what you have done. And they will be grateful, too.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 9:34 am
Berath rumbled and passed the question onto Bereck; she assumed she had but couldn't remember. she replied after a moment, Deliberately, but she couldn't really avoid this one now. Besides, it would be nice if she was allowed to watch the eggs while Hyweth went to eat or bathe or something. She could pretend they were her own, just for a little while.
<...I'm sorry Ber.>
Shaking herself out of the sad private moment, the scarred green turned her attention back to the pretty crimson. She was glad... well it was more the case, in this case, that she'd feel bad if she refused.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 2:46 pm
Perhaps then, I will be the first. Hyweth was pleased at this aspect. Having a friend, a close friend, would be nice. What is Malvren like? the crimson asked with genuine curiousity. Is it like here? I am sure you miss it. Certainly Berath missed her home! Why, if Hyweth had had to leave Trine--with her wallows and sunning spots on the shore--the dragon wasn't sure she would be able to adjust.
Mine was injured not so long ago. Not as badly as yours. She gets around some, but Hatteth's does not like her to. He does not like her to walk. He says it will make it worse. The crimson hesitated before snorting. No need for a fuss? Berath was offering to help her with her clutch! There was every reason to shower the green with praise. That does not mean you should not be respected for doing your job. Many do their jobs poorly. If you do your job well, you should get praise.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 11:34 am
Berath replied, still downplaying the need for thanks but sounding rather gratified all the same. It was nice to be appreciated.
Malvren though.
Her memories even now were unclear, but she picked them up pin sharp from Bereck. Razor sharp. the green murmured in nostalgic tones, her eyes dulling somewhat as she picked gently over her bondmate's memories. She did... but not as much as she was feeling; most of the melancholy radiated out of Bereck. Berath added more brightly, trying to share the brightness with her bondmate.
Berath sighed internally; so much for that then.
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