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 Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 11:33 am
It was midafternoon when the green weyrling and his dragon returned to the barracks alone. The others were out... somewhere. Who knew? Maybe they were 'working on their bonds' like their weyrling master told them. Daimon wasn't sure what to think of him yet. With Healers it was easy to tell which ones really knew what they were doing, and who just got to their position through politics or pity. With dragons he wasn't even sure on what criterion you should judge one's ability, except that he knew it had nothing to do with what color you rode, and hence automatically distrusted anyone who implied it was.
But whatever they were doing, Daimon had decided that he and Kleimeeth could work on their bonds from right here- where it was cool. Even in spring, Ista was already heating up beyond the highest temperatures of their northern summers. He wiped a hand across his forehead, tiredly. He’d never had trouble with physical fitness before, but these days just the length of their lessons was enough to wipe him out. He wanted to go collapse on his bunk.
Shells, how did those others do it? He complained to Kleimeeth. Of course, he realized most of the candidates at Ista Weyr wouldn't have been Searched from the far north, but still! It was frustrating to say the least.
A little taller, and I can shield you. Kleimeeth pointed out, extending her wing to cast a long shadow. Now isn't that a clever idea? she said proudly.
“Can’t wait.” Daimon agreed, as he made his way to their own little corner of the room.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 10:45 am
Poor Daimon: someone had already flopped on his bed. Marinel, worn from lessons, had sought refuge in the weyrling barracks. He seemed not to have looked whose bed it was that he had flopped on. He greeted Daimon with a tired smile. "Hey," he said. "Hot, isn't it?" He grinned, glancing at his blue. "Chasinith says hi," he added. Chasinith snorted.
You are not in the right place, the blue said, amused. This is someone else's place. Come, mine! The blue nudged at Marinel. It had the desired effect: the seventeen turn old was sitting up, blinking. "Is this yours?" He asked, apologetically. He srood, reluctantly. "I'm sorry, got confused. I'm Marinel. Er. Well, M'nel, but..." He preferred his given name, the one his mother had given him.
"Kleimweth, right?" He asked, glancing at the green. He moved to scratch her eye ridges. "Looking forward to our next lesson?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:13 am
"Yes.." Daimon said in a strained voice. He didn't care one shell what 'Chasnith' said. He folded his arms and glared at the boy lying in his bed! On a normal day, he would've just yelled at him to get out of his bed, but feeling a touch cruel today, he decided to wait and see how long it took this dimglow to realize himself. Finally, with some nudging from his blue, the boy got up.
"Hmph." Daimon snorted, sitting down on his bed with a thump. "Not even close!" he said in response to 'M'nel's attempt at Kleimeeth's name. He didn't bother introducing himself, instead folding his arms behind his head and lying back, preparing to ignore the pair altogether. Kleimeeth had other ideas, though.
It was not that far off. Kleimeeth said to Chasinith. You can tell yours that I am Klaimeeth and this one is D'mon, if you like. I am looking forward to our lesson, although D'mon finds them tiring
Don't tell them that! Daimon protested angrily from where he was pretending not to be paying attention.
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