Post by Mango on Jun 13, 2010 22:22:01 GMT -5
Who: Cheko/Polo. Open!!!
What: Arrival
Where: From the Bowl to the Candidate Barracks and beyond?
Warnings: Cheko's a bit cray-cray
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The green rider from Telgar Weyr was beginning to see what the folks at Bitra were talking about. Maybe this boy was mildly crazy. She was regretting taking this volunteer spot altogether. She knew it was to help out a fellow Weyr that had fallen on some rough times, but this boy had been the only one she really saw with any potential so far. Though Bitra’s Candidates were usually snapped up early by Benden. Of course, this one wasn’t really wanted there. She hadn’t caught the whole story. Something about an encounter with a clutchsire that left him traumatized which led to….
“Look Polo! It’s been forever since we’ve ridden a dragon! Isn’t it great to go so high up….”
The “fire lizard”. The poor green rider didn’t quite know what to do. The boy had been chattering to the thing the entire trip. She only got a short break as they went between . Usually, any talkers completely shut up after that. They’d usually get sick or nervous from their first trip. The only ones who usually got to experience before that were Weyrbrats, which this kid was. Most Weyrbrats stayed at their own Weyrs though….
But the boy was to have a second chance. She looked back at him, his shaggy blonde hair blowing in the wind. He had a huge grin on his face. He had it on his face ever since she first saw him. Even as some of the drudges had expressed their joy at his leaving right in front of him, he grinned right at them and ran up to the green dragon without fear. There were some head shaking as they took off. Shouldn’t that kid be afraid of dragons? He was almost killed by one. If that brown hadn’t been calmed by His, the kid would have been dead on the Sands.
His green eyes shone as he stared over the side of the dragon. There didn’t seem to be too many people going back and forth. He could see the Hatching Sands. Apparently, there would be a transfer clutch as no eggs sat on the Sands yet. Cheko, the boy who seemed to have the greenrider so frazzled, knew about transfer clutches and the like. Not that Benden had ever really needed any transfers. It was fine in that aspect. Thoughts of his former home, his neglectful father, and the events of the night he explored the Hatching Sands brought no negative thoughts. Even when his thoughts floated to his even more neglectful mother, he still kept on smiling. Absently, he reached up to the air above his shoulder. There, in the boy’s imagination, a brown fire lizard sat, tightly wrapped around his shoulder. He scratched the imaginary eyelids, feeling the dragon hide beneath him very vividly. It was like the hide of the creature he sat upon. If anyone were to reach out and try to touch the firelizard, though, he would simply fly away before they could reach him. Polo was very sensitive about those sort of things.
The rider and her passenger spiraled down, landing near the Sands. The Green landed slightly clumsily, not exactly used to the Southern terrain. She let out a small bugle, announcing that her rider had found a Candidate. And he’s an odd one…. she announced, always the one to be brutally honest. Though Cheko should have heard, he seemed to not notice as his small, slightly awkward frame jumped down from the back before even the rider. His dad’s blue was much bigger than this green so landing was pretty easy.
The rider sighed slightly, looking around. “Well, the Barracks are there. I suppose you can put your stuff down. I’m not really sure what the order around here is. Perhaps find someone you can check in with. I….need to get going.” She looked anxious to leave, not even dismounting her dragon. Cheko looked up at her, hair falling into his face and distorting his vision, though he didn’t brush it off.
Suddenly, he jolted to attention. “Polo! Come back!” He turned and bolted, leaving the rider sitting on her dragon with a look of utter confusion on her face. How could anyone be so delusional? She watched the boy run into a Barrack. Sighing again, her and her green lifted up into the air and ascended as quickly as possible. Soon, they had blinked between and were gone. Hopefully, never to return and see that boy.
Cheko didn’t care that he had left the rider behind without thanking her or telling her goodbye. She looked at him like the rest did. They didn’t understand. Polo was real. He could feel the flitt’s claws on his shoulder. He had just felt a wind stir his hair as the brown took off to explore. Polo liked to explore. Well, Cheko liked it too. Grinning, Cheko ran as fast as he could, dashing into the Barracks.
“Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” he called as he ran through the hall, hoping to gain someone’s attention quickly. “Shells, Polo! Wait up!” He was new here. Some off-color language coming from such a small boy always gained him a first impression. People usually reacted somehow he first few times then stopped once they realized he liked the attention. Being in a new place, though, kept it fun. He was just used to cursing now anyways.
What: Arrival
Where: From the Bowl to the Candidate Barracks and beyond?
Warnings: Cheko's a bit cray-cray
---
The green rider from Telgar Weyr was beginning to see what the folks at Bitra were talking about. Maybe this boy was mildly crazy. She was regretting taking this volunteer spot altogether. She knew it was to help out a fellow Weyr that had fallen on some rough times, but this boy had been the only one she really saw with any potential so far. Though Bitra’s Candidates were usually snapped up early by Benden. Of course, this one wasn’t really wanted there. She hadn’t caught the whole story. Something about an encounter with a clutchsire that left him traumatized which led to….
“Look Polo! It’s been forever since we’ve ridden a dragon! Isn’t it great to go so high up….”
The “fire lizard”. The poor green rider didn’t quite know what to do. The boy had been chattering to the thing the entire trip. She only got a short break as they went between . Usually, any talkers completely shut up after that. They’d usually get sick or nervous from their first trip. The only ones who usually got to experience before that were Weyrbrats, which this kid was. Most Weyrbrats stayed at their own Weyrs though….
But the boy was to have a second chance. She looked back at him, his shaggy blonde hair blowing in the wind. He had a huge grin on his face. He had it on his face ever since she first saw him. Even as some of the drudges had expressed their joy at his leaving right in front of him, he grinned right at them and ran up to the green dragon without fear. There were some head shaking as they took off. Shouldn’t that kid be afraid of dragons? He was almost killed by one. If that brown hadn’t been calmed by His, the kid would have been dead on the Sands.
His green eyes shone as he stared over the side of the dragon. There didn’t seem to be too many people going back and forth. He could see the Hatching Sands. Apparently, there would be a transfer clutch as no eggs sat on the Sands yet. Cheko, the boy who seemed to have the greenrider so frazzled, knew about transfer clutches and the like. Not that Benden had ever really needed any transfers. It was fine in that aspect. Thoughts of his former home, his neglectful father, and the events of the night he explored the Hatching Sands brought no negative thoughts. Even when his thoughts floated to his even more neglectful mother, he still kept on smiling. Absently, he reached up to the air above his shoulder. There, in the boy’s imagination, a brown fire lizard sat, tightly wrapped around his shoulder. He scratched the imaginary eyelids, feeling the dragon hide beneath him very vividly. It was like the hide of the creature he sat upon. If anyone were to reach out and try to touch the firelizard, though, he would simply fly away before they could reach him. Polo was very sensitive about those sort of things.
The rider and her passenger spiraled down, landing near the Sands. The Green landed slightly clumsily, not exactly used to the Southern terrain. She let out a small bugle, announcing that her rider had found a Candidate. And he’s an odd one…. she announced, always the one to be brutally honest. Though Cheko should have heard, he seemed to not notice as his small, slightly awkward frame jumped down from the back before even the rider. His dad’s blue was much bigger than this green so landing was pretty easy.
The rider sighed slightly, looking around. “Well, the Barracks are there. I suppose you can put your stuff down. I’m not really sure what the order around here is. Perhaps find someone you can check in with. I….need to get going.” She looked anxious to leave, not even dismounting her dragon. Cheko looked up at her, hair falling into his face and distorting his vision, though he didn’t brush it off.
Suddenly, he jolted to attention. “Polo! Come back!” He turned and bolted, leaving the rider sitting on her dragon with a look of utter confusion on her face. How could anyone be so delusional? She watched the boy run into a Barrack. Sighing again, her and her green lifted up into the air and ascended as quickly as possible. Soon, they had blinked between and were gone. Hopefully, never to return and see that boy.
Cheko didn’t care that he had left the rider behind without thanking her or telling her goodbye. She looked at him like the rest did. They didn’t understand. Polo was real. He could feel the flitt’s claws on his shoulder. He had just felt a wind stir his hair as the brown took off to explore. Polo liked to explore. Well, Cheko liked it too. Grinning, Cheko ran as fast as he could, dashing into the Barracks.
“Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” he called as he ran through the hall, hoping to gain someone’s attention quickly. “Shells, Polo! Wait up!” He was new here. Some off-color language coming from such a small boy always gained him a first impression. People usually reacted somehow he first few times then stopped once they realized he liked the attention. Being in a new place, though, kept it fun. He was just used to cursing now anyways.