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 Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 3:20 pm
After the Hatching he had gone back to the infirmary to finish sorting out C'ross and to make sure R'vyn, as he was now known, was alright. Then there had been other things people needed him to do and in the end Bereck who had been on his last legs just before the Hatching finally collapsed in complete exhaustion fully clothed onto his bed about nine hours after it.
He slept.
It was his day off luckily so nobody came to kick his door down and about eight hours later he woke up of his own accord. He washed, shaved and dressed lazily for once. Everything felt... warm. Rosy. He worked out what it was as he was checking his hair in the mirror - a hint of white roots showed, he needed to dye it again. What it was was Berath, Berath thinking about her babies... her and Descanth's babies, as she thought of them.
Berath said dreamily,
Bereck smoothed his fingers through his hair again and nodded, a small smile warming his usually serious features; LittleOne was the name that Berath attached to his youngest apprentice. "Yes." Malta poor girl was the youngest of those who had Impressed by a few turns as well as being his youngest apprentice, and a few turns meant a lot when you were barely fourteen. "Ask Poecileth if they can meet us outside then. Is it about lunch time?... Yes, well I'll bring lunch then tell them." He was fond of the girl. Shards knew she needed more backbone but much though she awkwardly denied it he knew she was a damn good healer for her age, and a good hearted child in general. He knew he was not the best at displaying affection, was a rather gruff sort by and large, but the least he could do for her was bring a nice lunch to congratulate her. "...Half an hour tell them. We'll go shopping around Pern for a good meal."
Berath sent a feeling of pleased acknowledgement to Bereck and then reached for Poecileth.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 7:20 am
Malta's mind was buzzing and she was quite honestly exhausted, basket and all. So many people, and she had to know all of them? So many things to know, and she had to know all of those too? Poecileth offered, though she had mainly been trying to reestablish connections between her siblings. She was very much not sure if she could manage helping Malta with the names of their bonded, or the information or... much right now. She was tired. Bolstering siblings was hard, if wonderfully rewarding and worthy, work, and she was a new hatchling yet. Whew. Her hide was also starting to itch, which meant that Malta would have to apply the oil. Which wasn't bad, but hers was hungry and tired. All of them were older than her, too. It was intimidating, and if Ra... R'vyn hadn't been present, she didn't know what she would do. Even with Poe. Poe hadn't noticed the age differences until it flitted across Malta's thoughts. She looked at Hers thoughtfully. Hers WAS young, wasn't she. She hadn't noticed because she had been focused on her brothers and sisters (especially Lasoth) and, well, they had all hatched yesterday. But yes. Hers was young. Lasoths, she remembered, was much older, and most of the others fell in between. Poecileth wasn't sure of the range of ages, but... No wonder Malta needed her so. But that was fine. Poecileth was here for that. She just hoped her stamina for support wouldn't wear out. Besides. The hatchlings were at the same age, and that, to Poe, meant that all of them- bonded included- were on the same page with regards to her and her siblings. And, of course, that meant that- if she could get her siblings on her side- she would also be able to surround Malta (and herself)(And Lasoth) with older, more worldwise bonded! It was an excellent plan. Oh she was tired. And hungry. She ventured, before being interrupted by Berath. Ah, yes. Berath. Clutchmother Green Berath. Poecileth was slightly torn. She was fond of Berath, and Berath was fond of Malta, and Poecileth could relate. But Berath's voice had been what had upset Malta on the sands. Still, she sent an affectionate purr over to Berath as she relayed the message. No harm in mending fences, especially when Berath didn't realize there was a fence to mend. In fact, Poecileth would ignore the break in the fence. Forgiveness was essential for life. "I..." she slipped into speech before going back (somewhat embarassedly) into mindspeech.
Poecileth paused, oh dear, she had forgotten an important part,
"Yes!" Malta, though tired, felt a bit energized! She liked Bereck, gruff as he could be. And Berath... she winced a little...
commented Poe.
"I know!" She was fine, now. Bad things had happened, but Poecileth was here... and she would learn everybody's name and be a good weyrling.
"Tell her we'll meet them there." THAT was a toungue twister of a sentence... "I need to oil you..." she said, frowning slightly. Oiling seemed straightforward, but she would have to see.
Poecileth's eyes flashed embarassment. Malta had noticed her discomfort.
Malta laughed.
"Don't worry about it" she bent down and hugged the dragon, "I'll be learning wherry... stuff... this evening, so for now I practice oiling." It all made sense.
replied Poecileth, she sent a smile,
All right, so despite Berath's part in the events of the hatching, Poe was somewhat thrilled.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 3:26 am
Berath exclaimed, returning the mental smile and sending a feeling of affection.
Having picked up of the acceptance of the offer of lunch Bereck was already putting on his flight jacket, yawing away the last of sleepiness as he pondered where to go and what to get. Ista for some fruit, a lot of fruits would be in their prime at this time of year. The coast south of Igen for some cured meats and good bread. Benden for cheeses. Delicate pastries from that little shop in Telgar Hold he had always liked. Some good raw meat for Poecileth he could get from anywhere.
Betweening or not that was quite a lot to get done in half an hour and so grabbing Berath's harness and a shopping basket Bereck hastened out of the door.
Almost exactly half an hour later the massive green appeared over the feeding pens and started a lazy circling decent towards the ground. Berath called cheerfully.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 5:25 pm
said Poecileth, surprised and puzzled, looking up as Berath circled in. she whispered to Malta. "Oh, uh..." Malta paused in her attempts to oil Poecileth. It wasn't that hard, really. What had been hard was finding this nice spot of picnic-able space. She hadn't known that there WAS a place that picnics could be had. Nobody had them, and she usually took her meals with a book in the dining hall with a table. But it seemed that the guards didn't care. That was good! She actually sort of liked being outside. She was learning so many new things about the world around her. It was like she had hatched yesterday too, not just Poecileth. "I think its when you go to a lot of market stalls and buy things, but I... I've never actually been... shopping" She shaded her eyes against the sun. "Is that her?" Malta waved. "Hello!" she called out, surprising herself. Poecileth said, she said as they landed. Well it wouldn't hurt to ask again. she said as she walked up to touch noses with Berath. Malta, a little flustered, fumbled the rag as she put it in the basket (it was so handy!) and had to take a little longer to put it away. by the time Poecileth had reached Berath, she had managed to stand up.
Ah, what a mistake! Poecileth mentally kicked herself,
"No, its okay!!!" protested Malta, "You dont have to..." oh! Oh no she was talking out loud!
she sent a mental cuddle to Malta. If she was okay, so was Poecileth. No harm done.
<... and if I may say so...> said Poecileth, looking properly at her green clutchmother for the first time (the hatching was hectic after all)
She said politely, though it was true.
Berath was strong, and- outburst aside- she was a wonderful mother to their clutch. A good mind to develop near. And Poe had to admit she liked the unmarked shades of Beraths skin.
She doubted she would grow that big. The thought made her a bit sad.
But oh well!
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 3:28 am
Berath radiated puzzled at Bereck as she landed with a heavy thump and padded over to touch noses with the hatchling green. Bereck sent a mental shrug. And Malta was easily flustered, and had just unthinkingly spoken aloud to her dragon. Bereck decided that it would probably be kindest not to mention it and let Berath say whatever she would to the young dragon.
Berath responded to Poecileth after a moment. There was another pause of just a moment as the huge green gave a rumble of pleasure, she wasn't used to compliments on her looks.
Bereck meanwhile had unfastened himself from the straps and clambered to the ground with the assistance of on of Berath's forelegs, which she raised off the ground for the purpose. "Malta, congratulations," he nodded with a small smile, setting the large wicker basket he carried down on the ground and unfastening his riding jacket. Too hot here, he still wasn't used to it. "I gather this is Poecileth," the hatchling got a nod of acknowledgement as well, "pleased to meet you properly." Dragons might not speak to humans other than their own rider often but he had always considered it rude not to address them directly yourself.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 11:44 am
Poecileth thought about that for a moment.
she stopped herself. She had a feeling that admitting confusion, in this sort of situation would be... unwise? no. Undigified? sure, but...
No, she just felt a bit uncomfortable admitting it. Even if she had a very valid I-hatched-yesterday excuse.
she concluded after some thought. (though honestly the concept of clothing was interesting. What would Malta look like in a riding jacket, such as the one that Bereck? Or, perhaps, with her hair brushed out a bit and a thicker braid?)
It was an interesting concept she felt she would have to flesh out later.
She gave Bereck a deep bow-like nod before going over to Berath and rubbing her nose against the other dragon's face affectionately.
Malta couldn't shake the flustered feeling. Congratulations- from someone she looked up to so much- WHO WAS EVEN SMILING- made her feel extremely giddy on top of it. It was a wonder she could even get words out.
"Th... thank you" she managed, blushing as he set the basket down.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 6:55 pm
Berath confided with a mental chuckle. He did like Malta, she knew that. He kept his cards close to his chest even with himself, there was always that little fear that if you cared you would be abandoned and hurt. Berath didn't believe that Malta would be like that but Bereck's opinions had been worn into his soul before she met him, had she had never had much power to change how he thought.
Silly girl.
It was an affectionate thought, directed at her small stumble and her blush. His apprentice was not used enough to being spoken to like that... should he be a softer, more complimentary master?...
"Here," Bereck pulled a blanket out of the basket an shook it out, setting it down on the ground. "Sit," he gestured at it and sat himself, "I wanted to talk to you, as well as congratulating you. If you have time?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 8:19 am
Poecileth said, surprised and intrigued. Considering that she was starting to think that she wanted Malta to be a bit more like the sort of person they were talking about, this was something to keep in mind. She did not want to damage Malta's relationship with her teacher, (which was definitely not terrible) nor either of their relationships with Berath.
Hmm, perhaps that was an odd question to start with. She needed to soften it a bit.
she followed up, sitting nearby to talk. It was true.
He wanted to talk to her? W...well, she had known as much, right? That was in the invitation to lunch, right? It was still just as jaw dropping as being told during the lesson that she had asked a good question! She managed to not drop her jaw.
She maybe sat down a bit hard, though.
"Oh! Yes! Thank you! I... Yes." She had time.
Poecileth gave her rider a very blue glance. She turned back to Berath, And Poecileth was very pleased about that.
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