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 Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 11:58 am
N'tren woke up to the sun shining into the weyr barricks. He lay there, eyes still shut but enjoying the warmth. Reaching out for Datiath, he smiled when he realized his fellow was still sleeping. Probably curled up with the greens again. When Datiath finally matured, he would be quite a handle. Speaking of maturing, it was his Naming Day!
Sitting up and pinching himself, he went over the dates in his head. Let's see...Impression, Lessons, Mating Flight... Yes! It was his naming day! Letting out a whoop of joy, he jumped up out of his bed and grinned. It was the sixth day of the week, so no lessons! And he really didn't have to work the caverns if he didn't want to... All he had to do was take care of Datiath and himself.
"I'm FIFTEEN TURNS!" N'tren shouted, not caring who he woke.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:10 pm
Groaning, V'dran rolled over at the cry, and opened one bleary brown eye, gazing balefully at N'tren. Muttering under his breath, he simply picked up the spare pillow at his side, and chucked it towards the boy.
"Great. Now do us all a favor, and take your fifteen Turns of experience back to bed!"
It wasn't that he didn't like N'tren. Really, he was a pretty cool guy. Just not early in the morning on a day where there was not a whole lot to do. From outside on the ledge, he heard Tarvanth's cranky grumble of response as well. Like rider, like dragon... he thought, before dropping back into a half-sleep.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 8:27 pm
Plopping back down into his bed, N'tren tried to look properly chastised. But how could be? It was his naming day! He was officially fifteen turns old. Sighing and wishing some of his friends were as early a riser as he was, the boy pulled on some clothes and headed down for the caverns.
There, only a few riders and weyrfolk sat at the tables. Tapping a drudge for some klah, he hunkered down trembling with excitement. What would he be able to do today? Would his parents have sent him a gift.
Sipping the hot klah, he waited for others to arrive so he could share the good news.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 9:46 am
Kalya had been sitting in a corner when she noticed the boy come into the room. The klar in her hand was the only thing keeping her up at present but something about his jaunty walk pulled her eyes to him. He had an air of excitement about him that peeked her curiosity. Frowning slightly she attempted to put a name to the boyish face. Datiath? A bronze hatchling came to mind.
Datiath's rider is N'tren, it's his naming day. Ever the reminder, Tarlith's amuzed reply to her proddings made her smile. Kalya could remember any herbal remedy she had learnt but cold never put a face to name if her life depended on it. The blue found this entertaining but always gave her a helping hand when needed.
With a chuckle to herself she motioned to get the boys attention. "N'tren, I have heard this is your naming day?" She smiled and raised her mug to the young rider before taking a sip, making a face at the bitter liquid. "I'm assuming there will be a celibration and maybe bubbly pies?" Now she was chatting and waking up a little more she remembered something else: the delicious food made by his hands.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 11:06 am
"I really hope so! I am fifteen Turns today. Thank you," He barely took a pause as Datiath offered up a name, "Kalya. Perhaps others will be making the pies today and not me."
He took a bowl of grains and spooned some sweetner and fruit into his morning meal. Savoring every bite, N'tren could now feel his great beast waking up.
Good morning Tarlith. Say hello to your rider for me. Out on the ledge where he liked to sleep, Datiath stretched and tried to untangle himself from his clutchmates. What is a naming day, love?
It is like the day you came from your egg. I came into this world and that day gets celebrated on my anniversary. N'tren replied mentally because his mouth was full. Remembering his manners, the young rider paused a moment and made more conversation. "How is your dragon doing this morning?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 11:19 am
"Well congratulations on surviving those fithteen turns." Kalya smiled as she motioned to a drudge for some food, her stomach making it's emptyness known. "I remeber when I was fifteen, though it wasn't too long ago." She paused for a moment as a draconic prodding interrupted her.
Datiath sends a greeting to my rider The blue chuckled in Kalya's mind as he turned his gaze in the direction of the weryling barracks. You are welcome to join me little one, he added to the bronze.
Little one, Kalya laughed at that, overhearing her blue speak to Datiath. Your not that older... or bigger than him. She glanced over to N'tren with a grin and relayed the conversation, making sure to add in the usual jibe of Tarl being small in size and yet long in tail. "It seems Tarl is enjoying himself and has found a rather sunny spot to warm his hides. Not that he does much else." Her face shone with love and devotion that she felt towards her weyrmate. He was the one creature who was closest to her, something not many people could do...
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:44 pm
I would like to join you. You can never have too much sun. Datiath replied and went to go join the blue. His bulk was getting bigger and he hoped that the blue was of good size.
"I know what you mean. If not for their ages, I would wonder about all the time Dattie spends with the greens. But neither of us are ready for any mess of that sort." He went back to eating his cereal. It was nice to be in the caverns not working. "Did you two just come off of watch or are early risers?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 12:49 pm
Though Tarlith was four turns older he was not too much bigger than the bronze. Curled on a rocky outcropping hie eyes blinked lazily at Datiath as he arrived. You can have too much sun, but that is what our riders are for. Itching is not fun. The dragon chuckled and streached one wing out, causing a small flash of bronze to scold at him as it was dislodged from it's pearch. The flit sailed around before taking a new spot on the dragon's back.
"Oh I am an early riser, always have been really. It's so much nicer looking for herbs and such in the morning instead of later on when the sun is over head. That wasy by the end of the day everything is drying and ready to be used. Of course that's on days when I'm not flying thread or there isn't an emergancy somewhere." The blue rider frowned lightly as her mind ran over the previous emergancy, all those weyrfolk lost to the illness. Shaking her head she smiled again and then was interrupted by the drudge with a small plate of food. With a gesture of thanks and a dismissal. "I assume you are deep in weyrling studies right now, how are you doing with that?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 6:50 pm
I do not think you can not have too much sun. But maybe that is because I bug my rider to oil me as soon as I am done. The large bronze weyrling watched its smaller cousin flit fly around and then resettle itself. Yours?
N'tren listened as she spoke of herb hunting and the process to dry them. He learned about some herbs and taking care of them while he was back at his parents' hold. Since coming to the weyr, he had not had much time to himself. "Do you know which herbs are good for cooking? I have learned some myself...mostly by experimenting and having to eat my own food."
He made a face and laughed, remembering all the times the roast or fish did not come out right. Hearing her ask about classes, N'tren nodded. "There is so much to learn, sometimes I am afraid something important will fall out of my head."
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 3:47 am
Naree I do not think you can not have too much sun. But maybe that is because I bug my rider to oil me as soon as I am done. The large bronze weyrling watched its smaller cousin flit fly around and then resettle itself. Yours?N'tren listened as she spoke of herb hunting and the process to dry them. He learned about some herbs and taking care of them while he was back at his parents' hold. Since coming to the weyr, he had not had much time to himself. "Do you know which herbs are good for cooking? I have learned some myself...mostly by experimenting and having to eat my own food."
He made a face and laughed, remembering all the times the roast or fish did not come out right. Hearing her ask about classes, N'tren nodded. "There is so much to learn, sometimes I am afraid something important will fall out of my head." The blue glanced over towards the still scolding flit and mentally shrugged. When it chooses to be. I believe Kalya calls him Nicker while the other, Tarl lifted his wing slightly to show the smaller blue flit that was still asleep, Is called Roller. I do not know where the small green is. Nicker settled back down finally and stared at the bronze dragon, eyes whirling with curiosity. Kalya laughed at N'trens commentary of classes. "Yes, it is quite the information cruncher isn't it. I was lucky, I have a knack for picking up the different herbs and their types so got along well with those classes but the rest... Well don't ask me to dreadge up any facts about our histories... unless it's one of the ballads. I think L'mur would probably chide me greatly if I ever forgot any of those." Leaning back and pushing the pile of dishes they had accumulated, the blue rider thought to herself for a moment, her eyes closed. "Hmmm... some good herbs for cooking are Alfalfa, Sage, Verbena. Tarragon makes a good tonic, Rosemary and Medowsweet are also pretty common so you probably know of those." She chuckled. "I'm more likely to know which herbs not to take than which ones flavor food."
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 9:10 pm
((Lol... I didnt realise you finished your post.))
My mate thinks those things are little dragons. Pets to take care of... I think they scratch my itches well. Looking at the dragon sharing the sun, his eyes whirled a friendly blue. Trying to scrunch himself together, he hoped that he was not taking up too much space.
"You were good friends with L'mur then? We talk about being holder's sons and he is teaching me to play music. Datiath is friends with his green; then again... Dattie is friends with anyone smaller than him." N'tren laughed at this. He was so happy that he was not the one clearing away tables or making any food. "That is how I learned as well. Some plants are good for medicines and some plants are good for eating. There are none that I know off that are good for both."
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 1:01 am
(( May I sneak in? Remia would be sure to wish N'tren a happy naming day. ))
It was early, but Remia had already been up for about an hour, working on her weaving. Ever since the weyrling classes had started in earnest, she'd had little time to actually make progress.
Mine, come outside. It is very sunny and warm out. You shouldn't sit in the dark!
Remia paused, and looked out the window. It was sunny... and it wasn't like there was a time limit on when this needed to be done...
"You're right, my love. I'll get some breakfast, and then later I'll come outside. Perhaps... I'll even give you another bath..." she said, slyly, and could feel her dragon's interest pick up. She'd just given Trith a bath last night, but it seemed the green couldn't get enough of being scrubbed. She had put the lap loom out of the way, and was now leaving the room.
I would like that very much, mine. I will wait here until you are finished, and then you can scrub me. I have an itchy spot just between my wings...
"Well, we can't have that," Remia said as she entered the dining hall, blinking in the change of light. She noticed N'tren nearby, and waved. "N'tren! I didn't expect you to be up so early, I thought you'd sleep in on a rest day!" she said, and nodded to the other, who she didn't know yet.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 9:24 pm
((anyone is more than welcome to join. I dont think he or Datiath would mind. rofl ))
N'tren blushed slightly as Remia came in and said hello. Personally, he thought he did a good job of turning away just in time for the blush not to be noticed. Waving back to her, he gave a grin. "It is my Naming Day today! I am fifteen turns and not an inch taller for it."
Datiath turned towards Trith and bugled a hello in her direction, though she was not near his position yet. Good morning friend. I am here with Tarlith on the rocks.
Holding up a piece of redfruit, N'tren made the introductions. "This is Kalya, blue rider of Tarlith. Would you like a piece?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 10:42 am
ooc: Anyone?
IC: Caleten was forever lost, she was just not getting this place down. Without a guide, she'd think she was going one place and end up in another. Noting the only person she knew in the room was N'tren, the others were atlest female. However, she paid them very little attention at all. A cup of klah was the only thing that had her attention besides the gold flit on her shoulder and the canine at her side.
Gem betrayed her friend's wishes and chirped a greeting, she enjoyed being seen and acknowledged even if her friend pretended not to.
Dem'or looked around to all the sights and sounds, sniffing out every smell but behaved and stayed by Caleten.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 8:50 pm
((*glomps* Yes anyone!))
N'tren heard another noise and in came Caleten. Not that she was a friend but she was a face that he knew. He watched as she went as sat down away from them even as her flit chirped happily.
"Hello Caleten. Hello Gem. Good to see you up so early this morning. How have you been?"
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