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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 2:57 pm
Three months after the hatching and her blindness, Qyprenna was out of the infirmary unit and back in the barracks with the others. As much as she liked being on her own, it was refreshing to be back with the other weyrlings. She had missed the hustle and bustle of the common spaces shared by the others. The chatting of the different people talking with one another as they went to or from their lessons. And she wasn't the only one who missed it: Catoth was happy to be back with his own kind, too.
On that morning in particular, the weyrling and her dragon sat outside in the open. Catoth was settled in to the grass, and Qyprenna had some oil and a rag in hand. The young woman had just gotten finished with giving her brown a good scrubbing, and now came the easy part. After dipping the cloth into the oil, Qyp then proceeded to rub it over her dragon's body, beginning with his head and working her way down slowly.
'Ahhhh,' Catoth mused with a content sigh, a happy sigh escaping from his throat. 'this is the life.' His rider giggled outwardly at her dragon's remark, taking care not to get the oil in his eyes. "I'm glad you like it," she said outwardly, switching then to address her brown telepathically, as he did with her. 'Despite having lost my sight, I can still take care of you with the rest of them.' Catoth blinked a large, green orb at his rider. 'Better than most, I think, though don't tell your peers that.' Both of them laughed at that remark, Qyprenna's a soft giggle and Catoth's a deep rumble. Life was back to normal for the pair, it seemed. Well, as normal as it could get, and it was clear they were glad for it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 6:31 pm
Alcine was in a bit of a dilemma.
She liked the indoors, with her dusty tomes and her peace and quiet. However, being away from Leoth for long was a luxury she could ill afford, as the stocky green grew irritable without her rider's assistance, but her dragon had long since outgrown the narrow hallways of the weyr, her body powerful and broad but certainly not small by any means for a green. This meant that until they enjoyed the alcove of a personal weyr, Alcine had the option of her sweet, sweet sanctuary, or she would be forced to go outside.
She chose Leoth every time.
Of course, given her piebald skin, it meant that keeping up with Leoth's dermal maintenance was about all Alcine had time for these days. She was a sight to see, a pair of gangly legs holding up a heavily laden basket of oils and brushes, carefully prescribed to keep Leoth in prime form.
Leoth grumbled, her footfalls heavy and relaxed.
You won't think it's frivolous if you have a sunburn later, came Alcine's retort, struggling under her weight. She felt Leoth stop before she had the chance to look up, though they were yards away from their usual spot.
our spot.>
Alcine knew better than to try and reason with the green--her first order of business was to throw her basket down and sprint around front, arms open wide while she took a glance at the offender. It's a patch of grass, Leoth, it could be anyone's spot. One of the weyrlings, a brownrider, but which one? You wouldn't bully a hatchling, would you? Look how little he is!
Leoth nudged her way her rider, then continued her approach, her wings folded neatly. She was already massive in comparison to the brown, there was no reason to posture as a threat.
Leoth addressed the brown directly in a voice like heavy clouds with the promise of thunder. From behind came sprinting Alcine, her basket in tow and her eyes wide. "Sorry, sorry, don't mind her," came her shaky response, struggling to keep every bottle in it's proper place. She lingered on the girl's face, on the scar that ran across one eye. The blind girl. "It's a good place to bathe, you're more than welcome to use it."
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 7:00 pm
'This spot belongs to no one. It is a communal space.'
Catoth responded to the piebald green in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. His words were accompanied by an abrupt sound in Leoth's mind: the quick snap of a heavy tome being closed. His words, frankly, could have been a lot more biting, but he had refrained from such comments. This green was his senior, after all, and they had just encountered each other for the first time. It would have been rude to have said anything else other than what he had. Having spoken his mind, the brown allowed himself to yawn and rest his head down in the grass. Qyprenna had finished oiling the skin on his head, and she was now working down his neck and to his torso.
"Thank you," came Qyprenna's initial response, her head tilting to the side some as she listened to the tone of Alcine's words. She didn't look directly at the other girl as she rubbed her dragon down with oil, but she did note the struggle in her voice. All the bottles and buckets and products used to properly care for a dragon were quite numerous, so there was no doubt she was having a bit of difficulty with juggling them all. "Need some help?"
Without hesitation, the younger weyrling dropped her cloth and gave Catoth a nudge with her foot. Not missing a beat, the brown lifted his head, reached out next to him, and grabbed a cane that was lying down next to him. With it in his maw, he then handed it over to Qyp, who flashed him a smile in thanks. Steadying herself, she then held out out her free right hand, in order to take some of the items off Alcine's hands. Peers helped one another, after all, so Qyp was more than willing to lend a hand.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 5:17 pm
I say it is,> came the timber of thunder, of beasts snarling in the dark of the night. She would not humor this upstart of a hatchling, not when his class threatened to outshine her own. Leoth was brave and powerful and strong, and the rest of the weyr was dimglowed if they thought a little scrap such as this would be a hindrance to her. Her eyes stormed a deep red, and she began to snarl in the back of her throat.
"O-oh, no, that's fine, uhm--"Alcine chittered nervously, setting down the contents of the basket. Eyes wide, she spun around to her dragon, a pleading hand on the green's pale flank. LeothLeothLeoth, please, stop this. Look at the girl. We have common ground. Please.
Leoth bent down her head to get a good look of Qyprenna, her breath hot as she drank in the smell of the weyrling, followed by an indignant snort.
And she is made whole by hers. Please, Leoth, do not make me demonstrate.
The green growled, lowering her head towards her rider.
Wouldn't I? Alcine's face was pale, and she quivered, but in her mind she stood firm. After a few moments of a staring, the green moved all at once, shoving past her own rider and stomping out to another part of the field. She would find her own spot.
"--Uhhhhm, yes, terribly sorry about that," Alcine shook, kneeling next to her basket once again. There was no need to make eye contact with the weyrling, and so she kept watch of her dragon, who grumbled for a few paces until she found someplace with suitably soft soil, choosing to tear up the thinly-grown contents underneath. "Leoth has her ways, and she's terribly territorial, you did nothing wrong."
"My name is Alcine," she finally added, unsure if she should offer up a hand or not. Would the pair have thought to use eachother's senses yet? It was a curious though. "And you are...Qyprenna, yes?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 5:38 pm
Catoth met Leoth's growl with one of his own, the rumble in his throat reminiscent of boulders tumbling down a high cliff. His eyes switched to red as well, and the brown's change in demeanor did not go unnoticed by his rider. At his side, Qyprenna frowned deeply, her brows furrowed with worry. The male had enough of other dragons, greens in particular, who felt they were entitled to things that simply were not theirs. First it was Lanceth with that sharding cane of Bereck's, and now it was Leoth with this foolish patch of grass.
'Grass is grass.'
He wanted to add that he would not be put out or intimidated by yet another entitled green, be they his sister or someone from an older clutch, but he did not. Instead, he relayed these thoughts to his rider, who just placed a hand gently under his chin. 'It's ok, Catoth,' she told him, her voice soothing and calm, 'we are fine, and our spot is fine. There is no need to worry.'
But for Catoth, there was every reason to worry. It was a green that had hurt his rider in the first place. And although Leoth wasn't Lanceth, he was not about to take any chances, especially over something so simple. This had been their spot, and it had always been their spot since they had got back to the barracks. The brown had settled upon it mainly for Qyprenna's benefit, in the first place. It was exactly twelve paces outside of the barracks. No more, no less. Twelve was good, he decided, and he was not about to change up their routine now. He was as used to it as she was, and shaff Leoth if she expected them to move.
Eventually, however, the brown calmed down, and his rider allowed himself to turn her attention back to her fellow weyrling. "Qyprenna, yes," she chimed, looking back over in Alcine's direction, a bright smile on her face, "though feel free to call me Qyp. And this is Catoth." She motioned over to her partner with a wave of her hand. "It's very nice to meet you! And your dragon, too."
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