Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Jul 28, 2010 9:00:38 GMT -5
Who: Dastan
What: Arriving at Cerulean
When: Nightfall
Where: Outside the Handlers Apartments
The moons were just beginning to peak into the night sky when a blue dragon burst from between above Cerulean, his hide so dark he almost disappeared against the inky expanse. Upon his back, two men sat, one his rider, and the other, a transfer candidate. However, this was no dragon candidate, but a wher candidate from Southern, determined to stand when Rozsk laid her latest clutch. The boy’s eyes brightened when the weyr came into view, a smile curving his lips. He had met Rozen at Southern Weyr, and he had eventually come to realize that he was not meant to be a dragonrider. He was meant to be a wherhandler.
The blue winged slowly down, his eyes whirling mutely in the night. His rider was no better off, yawning almost constantly and shaking his head to stay awake. The wher candidate behind him quirked a brow, staring at the man with thinly veiled amusement.
“What’s wrong, A’ven? Too late for you?” The boy’s lips twitched in a desire to laugh.
Turning his head slightly, the rider scowled darkly at the wher candidate, brows pulling together in annoyance. “We can’t all be night-dwelling freaks, Dastan. Some of us have drills in the morning and need to get some sharding sleep.” Grumbling, the bluerider turned back around as his dragon landed heavily at the weyr, his head drooping. Sliding off, the wher candidate smiled up at his friend, waving his farewell.
“Thanks, A’ven. Be sure to come by and visit if you get a chance. Sorry to keep you up so late, you old fart.” The boy grinned, and they both knew he was only teasing. The rider returned his grin.
“Farewell, Dastan. Good luck with Rozsk’s clutch.” With that, the blue leapt upward, wings working easily, then quickly winked back between.
Staring at the sky where A’ven had disappeared for a moment, the wher candidate finally turned and looked around, throwing his pack over his shoulder. Starting forward, Dastan paused, his eyebrows lifting as he looked around. Ok, this was unlike Southern…where the shards were the candidate barracks!?
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Post by Rouxy on Aug 1, 2010 7:40:52 GMT -5
Eyes watched the arrival from a hidden perch over the doorway into the handler’s apartments. They whirled with interested blues, a brown hide just barely visible in the light of the moons. Curiosity perked its head up and small headknobs were visible, then with a rustle of wings, a flitter slid off his perch and swooped towards the newcomer. With a warble of greeting, the brown suddenly made his unusual night time presence known to the young male, fluttering overhead and around in a whirl of activity. He barely missed clipping the newcomer with his wings, and did tag him with his tail unintentionally because of his poor night vision. Hey, there was something familiar- oh, a sound! The brown whirled away without another thought, his attention caught by the opening of the door to the handler’s apartments and Hisgold walking out.
The brown alighted with a chirp and wrapped himself around Rozen’s neck as she peered out into the night, lit softly from behind by a dim glow. She gave a brief smile as she recognized the young man Zeek had been accosting, and stepped out under the light of the moons, the brown nuzzling into her cheek. Her hair was plaited down her back and she was dressed for the nightwatch in serviceable pants tucked into sturdy boots and a long tunic with short sleeves in green belted at the waist. Her knife was around her upper thigh.
“Yes, yes, love, you did a great job keeping watch.” She murmured to the brown as she reached up to pet him. Zeek warbled in agreement, and then turned his eyes back on the newcomer. Oh yes, there was still someone here! He’d forgotten. He tilted his head curiously, all remembrance of this twolegs wiped from his mind. How had he snuck in while Zeek was on watch! Could he go to the coldplace?!??
“Dastan, welcome. Did you just get here?” She glanced upwards out of habit but didn’t see the dragon who’d clearly dropped him off. “I was moments away from heading out to the watch, you’re lucky you caught me before I left. Have you eaten?” The brown flitter kept his tail wrapped around Hisgold’s neck, but leaned way out towards Dastan, nearly falling from his perch in the process as he tried to get a closer look without leaving the protection of His. This twolegs could surely go to the coldplace, there's no way Zeek wouldn't have seen him arrive!
There was no sign of Rozsk's glittering hide, and Rozen closed the door behind her with a casual backwards swing of her hand as she left the doorway.
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Aug 2, 2010 15:28:00 GMT -5
As he looked around in confusion, attempting to identify one building from another, Dastan started in surprise as a dark figure swooped towards him, his grayish-blue eyes narrowing towards it. However, a grin appeared on the boy’s face as the creature trilled a greeting, now able to identify it as a flitter, and he suddenly wandered if it could be Rozen’s brown. Although, he highly doubted upon such a coincidence, and started to gaze about, searching for the firelizard’s owner when it’s tail thumped him. Snorting to himself, knowing it wasn’t the flit’s fault he couldn’t see well in the dark, the wher candidate grinned to himself and shook his head. Well, as amusing as the little one was, he didn’t exactly have the ability to show Dastan to the candidate barracks, so he was back up chocolate creek without a popsicle stick again.
However, his attention was pulled to the nearest building when a door began to open, and the boy paused, waiting for whoever it was to ask them where he should go. Eyes widening in surprise as Rozen stepped into view, the wher candidate felt a rush of happiness at this wonderfully coincidental meeting. Though it was hard to see very well in the night, she was backlit by the glows burning inside, and Dastan had spent enough time with the wherhandler to know her form by now. Grinning as she greeted him, the boy hefted his pack higher and walked towards her.
Nodding, the wher candidate smiled in reply to the woman’s query, coming to a stop a respectful distance away. “Thanks, Rozen. It’s great to see you again.” Dastan said sincerely, having missed the lovely goldhandler after she left Southern. It had not been all that long ago, really, but his life had taken a turn in a decidedly more boring direction without her and her queen to spend time with. “Yea, a blue just now dropped me off. Your right. I have to admit, I really didn’t consider things too well with arriving at this time of night.” Giving her a wry grin, the candidate shook his head. “When my transfer was approved, I was just eager to get here. I didn’t want to miss the big event!”
More than anything, Dastan wished to have a wher from Rozsk’s clutch. Her handler had been the one that had introduced him to the world in which he knew he belonged, where he would find his true happiness. Spending time with the queen herself, though not able to speak, had also been a pivotal occurrence in the Igen’s life, for he had been awe-struck by the gold’s majesty and power. Hand dropping to his stomach, the candidate quirked a brow as it gave a loud, angry rumble. That in itself was a fairly good answer to her question, but Das replied anyway. “No, not yet. I don’t want to keep you from your duties, though. Could you maybe point me in the right direction?” His grayish-blue eyes briefly wandered to the door as she shut it in one smooth motion, and he wondered where the golden wher might be. Ah, well, no sense poking his nose where it didn’t belong. “We’ll have to catch up soon, if you like, Rozen. I missed you and Rozsk.”
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Post by Rouxy on Aug 3, 2010 20:23:41 GMT -5
Rozen couldn't help a small smile at Dastan's impetus to arrive at night -on a dragon no less- soon as his transfer cleared. It was just like him. The goldhandler liked the kid... well, he wasn't really a kid, but a handful of Turns younger than her in any case. He was an advocate for whers, as she was, and they always needed more people to spread the news that the smaller cousins were as useful as the dragons. Plus she had to at least give a small amount of credit to anyone who thought so highly of Rozsk. The wher was her night and day apart from Zeek. When they'd met, the gold had recognized a type of kindred spirit, and if not friendly, she was at least not aggressive for the typically withheld gold. The candidate could spend time around the goldpair, and had done so.
Now, she ushered him towards the closest entrance into the caverns. "Nonsense, Rozsk is already on patrol, and she'll be fine for a bit without me." She tapped her forehead in teasing reminder of their connection. "Besides, I need to make sure a candidate for her clutch is well fed, right? Can't have you going all thin on me because you couldn't find your way to the kitchens."
Zeek had his whirling, curious gaze trained on Dastan the whole time, moving to keep him in sight when Hispet turned and moved. This twolegs didn't -look- like a bigwing, or even a smallwing. How had he traveled through the coldplace?? He leaned into Hispet's cheek and sent the question to her. Rozen paused midstep, then burst out laughing as she resumed walking after a second to process the brown's question. "No, love, he didn't come from between, or not in the way you mean." She half grinned at Dastan, swiping a stray piece of hair from her face as they began down the main set of stairs to the Great Hall. "Zeek somehow has it stuck in his fulff-stuffed head that you can go between without the help of a dragon." She said by way of explanation as she attempted to convey a simple message of negativity to the flitter.
Zeek didn't believe her, too sure of his watching and guarding skills to believe some twolegs just walked on in, or arrived -doubtful!- on a bigwings. Instead, he continued to watch the candidate with something close to suspicion. This one would need watching, oh yes. When Hisgolds were away, he would watch, to see if this twolegs did it again.
Rozen paused at the door to the Hall, smiling back at Dastan. "I would love to catch up, Das. You know I don't have too much time now, but maybe after the watch is over... if you're not asleep that is. How far along are you in training your day and night switching?" She meandered through tables empty of all but the latest diners, heading for the kitchen and the smells still wafting from it. "We had herdbeast stew, fruit and cheese tonight. Will that suit you?"
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Aug 4, 2010 10:55:00 GMT -5
For a moment, the Igen thought to protest, for he did not wish to interrupt any of the wherhandler’s duties, but he quickly snapped his mouth shut. If she decided that she wished to show him to the kitchens, then who was he to argue? He had truly missed Rozen, and if they could spend a few minutes together, he wasn’t going to complain. As long as her lovely queen was already out on guard, it would be fine, just as she had said. Grinning, Dastan nodded. “Thanks Rozen. I’m sure you can tell I’m about to waste away into nothing.” Patting his stomach playfully, the candidate followed the goldhandler towards a massive set of stairs, stormy-blue eyes wandering about his surroundings.
Cerulean was certainly different from Southern, that was certain. A weyr build straight into a cliff face was unusual to him, but it also seemed like a rather brilliant idea. Of course, he had heard of the occurrences that had pushed these riders here and away from Silver Cove. That had been a depressing and difficult story to hear. Scowling lightly, the candidate vaguely noticed that her little brown seemed to never let him out of his sight, whirling eyes constantly trained on him and even moving when Rozen did so nothing impeded his gaze. Quirking a brow, Dastan was about to ask the wherhandler what he had done to offend the flit when she began laughing.
Stepping downward, his feet meeting the stairs beside hers, the Igen’s brows lifted in amusement as the woman recounted the source of her laughter. Unable to keep from laughing himself, Dastan shook his head, blue eyes focusing on her flit. “I had been wandering why he was watching me like a feline eyeing a rodent.” Grinning, the candidate stared at the brown while he spoke. “I came on a blue dragon, Zeek.” Of course, he rather thought the firelizard likely wouldn’t believe him, since he seemed rather mistrusting of the boy now. His whirling eyes held something that almost seemed to be distrust while he stared at Das relentlessly, as if he was just waiting for the Igen to do something wrong so he could prove himself right.
As they paused outside the weyrhall, the candidate felt a little disappointed that Rozen couldn’t give him much time at the moment, but she had many duties to see to, and he understood that. Nodding at first, a grin quickly spread across Dastan’s face as she posed her query. “If it wasn’t for chores, I think I could sleep all day and make the night my life. I generally wake late in the afternoon and go to sleep just as the sun rises. I can stay up later, though, whenever you get off duty.” Eyes on the woman before him as she lead him through the weyrhall, the Igen reflected that he would likely stay up for the next two days if that meant he could spend some time catching up with her. Das knew he respected Rozen as a goldhandler, but he also cared for her as a person. Maybe he even had a little crush.
His stomach giving another loud rumble, the candidate laughed, the delicious smells making his hunger much sharper. “Anything suits me, Rozen. I’m not picky.” Dastan quickly followed her to the kitchen, thanking the staff as he gathered a bowl of the thick stew and some cheese as well. Flexing his large hand, the Igen managed to also fit a piece of fruit into his palm. He was hungry!
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Post by Rouxy on Aug 8, 2010 12:21:22 GMT -5
Rozen watched in amusement as Dastan grabbed very nearly all that he could carry. She herself was still pleasantly full from her own dinner, but she snagged a piece of redfruit and a handful of dried meat for Zeek and maybe Rozsk of the brown didn't eat it all.
The fruit she munched as she led him to the nearest table, finishing as they sat. She really didn't have long to chat, but she could see him settled for certain. "Glad to see you've been doing well, Das. I'll be off duty an hour before sunrise, though, so you won't have to stay up that late for us." She offered a piece of dried meat to Zeek, who was still watching the candidate. He had clearly not believed anything either of the twolegs said, and was intent on proving himself correct.
He took the meat in his forehands and snarfed it in a single uninterrupted bite while Rozen watched, snickering at him. "Really Zeek, are you going to keep your eyes on him all the time? I thought you wanted to go with us on patrol." The brown finally gave a chirp of agreement and settled a little, laying his head on hisgold's shoulder in such a way that he could keep looking at Dastan. Rozen shot a small grin at the candidate. "Well, I think that's about as good as we're going to get."
The handler's eyes unfocused slightly, a typical visual response when being addressed by one's bonded. The woman rose from the table, dried meat in hand. "Sorry Das, but Rozsk needs me." A worried frown crossed her face. The gold had found a practically dissected herdbeast corpse near the edge of the jungle. Another casualty. They'd have to start a hunt it seemed. Zeek rose from her shoulder in a small undulation, ready to follow Hisgold.
The woman attempted badly to hide her concern behind a smile -never her strong point, hiding emotions- and gave Dastan a playful salute. "I'll be in the handler apartments later tonight. Candidate barracks are back up the stairs we came down, and second building you'll pass heading left out the exit. Good luck!" And with that, she hastily headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time as she disappeared from view. Zeek pirouetted in the air above the table as if to say 'I'll be watching you' then winked between to follow his bonded.
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Post by Thorney on Aug 9, 2010 10:32:12 GMT -5
After grabbing his food, the candidate turned and followed Rozen to an unoccupied table, carefully depositing everything he had taken from the kitchens. His stomach gave yet another anxious growl as he did so, the smells reminding him of just how long it had been since he ate. As excited as the Igen had been to finally get his transfer approved and moved to Cerulean, he had not thought much about food that day. Of course, getting to see the goldhandler first thing had helped to alleviate his nerves. If he hadn’t managed to find her before Rozsk clutched…well, Dastan wouldn’t have forgiven himself.
“I’ll definitely be awake.” The Igen said enthusiastically, grinning with anticipation. He honestly couldn’t wait to see her again, and this time for more than just a few moments. Grabbing a few mouthfuls of soup while the queenhandler watched her flit in bemusement, the candidate swallowed and quirked a brow. The brown had not let up on his staring in the slightest, still watching Dastan like a hungry feline. Shaking his head, the boy shrugged, his eyes dancing with amusement. Honestly, the flitter was funny, if nothing else, and he appreciated good humor. “Well, if Zeek wants to think I can between, who am I to argue?”
Returning her grin with one of his own, Dastan dug back into his food, watching as Rozen’s eyes unfocused. Pausing momentarily, the candidate quickly returned to eating, feeling the disappointment already. Though unspoken, he knew her wher was addressing her then, and she would likely have to go. Well, the goldhandler had many duties to perform, and the Igen understood that. Hopefully, he would too, after Rozsk’s clutch hatched!
Straightening as she stood, he hastily followed suit, frowning slightly at the anxious look upon her features. Dastan wanted to ask if the queen was ok, but he didn’t wish to keep the woman any longer if she needed to leave. “Sorry to keep you, Rozen. Thanks for showing me around.” The candidate said quickly, smiling slightly. “I hope everything is ok tonight.” Doubtful. The goldhandler was worried, that much was clear, but he did hope that it was nothing too serious. Really, the woman had never been any good at masking her emotions, and even though she tried to play it off, something had happened, that much he could tell.
“Thanks again! I’ll drop by a bit after you are off duty.” Saluting in return, Dastan watched her leave swiftly, bounding up the stairs. Yea, something was wrong. One brow quirking at Zeek, the candidate had to chuckle as he slipped between, still obviously mistrusting the boy. Settling back down, the Igen resumed eating, but with much less vigor than before. Chewing slowly, he considered that look upon Rozen’s face, and her hurried exit. What could Rozsk have found to worry her so? Das found himself concerned about the goldpair, but quickly gave himself a mental shake. If anyone could handle themselves, it was Rozen and her queen!
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