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 Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 12:56 pm
F'itz hissed a mild cursed under his breath and raised his thumb to his mouth as blood blossomed forth from a small cut across its pad. That would teach him to lose focus half way through cutting stitches. Brumath's head jerked up, and his eyes flashed grey for a moment before returning to their usual dark blue. he commented to his rider, and any dragon nearby who cared to hear. F'tiz, sucking on his injured digit, looked up at the brown with the long suffering air of a man well used to these ramblings. He took his thumb out of his mouth. "It's a riding harness Brumath, not a great mystery." F'itz shook his head and used his uninjured hand to scoop up his little black flitt up off the beach, where they sat before one of Trine's lakes. "Cinder. Cloth." He pictured the little box where he kept scraps of clean cloth for various purposes, and a moment later the atype vanished. F'itz put his thumb back into his mouth, scrunching his nose up at the taste of blood, and lent back against his dragon to await his pet's return.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 1:35 pm
Wen walked along the beach of one of Trine's lakes, Rynsemth padding at his side. It was a pleasant day, warm enough he was content to wander about with little worry about Rynsemth becoming chilled. The black's hide was shinny and subtlety glowing from his recent oiling. He paused, feeling amusement roll from the black hatchling to him. <Do you care to share?>
<The dragon up ahead rambled something amusing.> Rynsemth replied, relaxed and recalled part of it <Stitch and nines, binds, oddly poetic but more in the lyrical.> His eyes whirled a pleased blue green as he walked beside his life partner. <Could we visit?>
<It could be intriguing.> Wen let his hand drop, stroking over the handle of his short knife on his belt. He glanced ahead and let his hand drop, stroking the black's head, rubbing the headknobs. He pulsed agreement, letting Rynsemth lead them.
Rynsemth pulled a bit ahead of his rider, peering about in interest. He paused, lifting his head to take in the brown before him and the dark shade of hide. Not black but close. Rynsemth pulled himself into a stately silhouette, reaching out <Hello, masterful philosopher of words. May I bother you for your company for a few moments?> He questioned, tone polite and respectful with a tiny bit of fawning.
He managed to keep his face a calm placid mask even if Rynsemth words made him want to snort as the black shared his requests to him. Wen stroke the black's head, nodding politely to them both but did not move any closer to the pair.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:07 pm
F'itz looked up as he became aware of the pair approaching through his bondmate. It was one of the runt...the atypical dragons. It was difficult to get used to seeing them all over the place; from the more prolific blacks through to the lone white the sight of them still made him tense. Nevertheless as the pair approached, the grey-haired rider gave the pad of his thumb a last suck and removed it from his mouth. "Weyrling," he acknowledged with a slight nod.
Brumath did not share his rider's reservations. Rumbling deep in his chest he lowered his head so as to be on eye level with the young dragon.
Aware of his dragon speaking, but not of the specific words, F'tiz looked up at the brown and then over at the atype and its rider. "Please, do join us." It wasn't as though he had a lot of choice, and he was going to have to adjust to them sooner or later.
At that moment little black Cinder reappeared with a scrap of cloth, which the brownrider took and bound around his bleeding thumb. "Knife slipped," he explained with a nod to the old harness he had been butchering for spare parts.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:59 pm
Older rider, perhaps his father's age with the gray hair or maybe older, uncomfortable? Wen walked closer, giving a soft "Rider," in return to the greeting. The brown at least seemed at ease and willing to accommodate Rynsemth. The atypicial did not seem at all phased by the rider and content to converse with the elder brown. "Thank you for the invitation. I'm Wen and my partner is Rynsemth." He sat down and looked over the harness. "It has seen better days."
Rynsemth preened, pleased with the comment of his hide and settled next to the brown. He glanced over briefly as the black flit appeared and then the riders before his attention returned to Brumath.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 8:05 am
Well the boy was polite at any rate; that was a start. F'itz nodded, turning the harness over in his hands to remind himself of the little details of it. He hadn't uses this harness in the last two falls but he had kept it for causal flying. It was past even that now. "Many better days," he replied, "but some of its parts are still salvageable, if not for a harness then for something else.... Pleased to make your acquaintance, Wen." That name didn't sound elided to him, difficult with a short name he supposed but it still didn't sit right with him. Brumath replied. The brown trailed off, rumbling to himself as he considered how best to put it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 10:49 am
"Leather when cured right is long lasting. Straps perhaps, and the buckles of course are for reuse." Wen looked over the harness in interest. "Would you care for some help in breaking it apart? It doesn't seem much more difficult then canine harnesses. You could make a strong weapon frog with these straps..." he mused, fingers curling in memory of stitching leathers into loops to attach weapons to his belt.
Rynsemth hummed softly, turning over the idea in his head.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 1:27 pm
The runt rider was respectful and seemed an bright and practical sort. It wasn't his fault that he had Impressed a mutant. It was not, in fact, the mutant's fault that it was a mutant. That didn't mean he liked the strange colours, just that he knew they hadn't been asked to be burdened with their condition. Anyway there was no sense turning down help for a repetitive task and it would do any young rider good to get their hands on a harness and start familiarising with it. "Alright," F'tiz nodded, "thank you, it will save me some time." So saying he indicated that the boy could start work on the leather. "You're welcome to take some of the leather when we finish if you like," he added after a moment; payment due for services rendered was only polite. Brumath rumbled, his eyes brightening a little with pleasure at being listened to and followed.
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