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Post by Kaemi on Sept 10, 2010 5:41:53 GMT -5
As per usual when Toven was anticipating something, he awoke candlemarks before it was necessary. Thankfully, from sheer exhaustion, he was able to go to sleep again... but Rukbat had yet to kiss the horizon when he was awake, alert, clothed, fed, and watered. So he went over his lesson plans a few times more, making sure everything was to his liking. He refused to have missed anything, or let anything which he deemed 'important' slip through the cracks. Being Toven of brown Tovsk, he deemed a lot of little details which no one else really cared about as 'important'. That was just Tov for you.
Surprisingly, his wher was punctual today. He, too, was eager for the lesson today, in a way that he and his handler had never been for their own wherling lessons. Who could blame them, though- not only did this allow Toven the chance to be in charge, it also let Tovsk gaze upon his very own children and bill and coo as fathers do. As soon as dusk fell, the brown was up and ready to go. And, thus, Toven sent him to rouse the wherlings.
Tovsk chose to do this by going up to rooms he knew very well were those of his children (the possessive little bugger) and their new handlers and loudly creeling. Just as an insurance measure, to be sure that they wouldn't be late to their very first lesson! Sure, they still had a candlemark, but in that time they had to feed themselves, their whers, and then clean themselves up. It would take quick work if they wanted to get it all done, and they would probably be unresponsive during the lesson, which was unacceptable. So he and Tovsk both felt that, just this first morning, sending out a wakeup call wouldn't be totally out of line.
Even if it woke up the other wherhandlers, who were focusing on their sleep.
Having fed and bathed his brown, and eaten, himself, Toven went with his papers to the meeting place assigned- a large alcove, in the hall of the Apartments. Unlike the Weyrling Barracks, they didn't have a common room, considering it wasn't especially designed for young whers... however, this alcove was serviceable, and it would work for the time being. Eventually, of course, they'd have to move outside. Right now, though, that was a moot point.
Toven had wished to request a table and a chair, but had never gotten around to it, with all of his other prep work. So today all that he had was a large wall which to lean against. The wherlings would all have chairs- they were set out, about twelve, so that no one would feel uncomfortably close to someone else. In the next couple of lessons, the excess chairs would be removed... but right now, he wanted everyone to have at least a modicum of comfort. Not but a minute later, Tovsk came trotting in from a second round around the apartments, having been making sure that everyone was up and servicing their hatchling. Not long of a wait, now- they only had a quarter of a candlemark to arrive.
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Wherlings attended: Dastan, Mira, Meta, Naosk, NPC1, NPC2
((Attended, Absent, Tardy, Unknown))
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Post by Kaemi on Sept 9, 2010 20:22:37 GMT -5
Toven nodded. It was, indeed, a marvel. He had heard of them before, but it was quite the experience to actually have one attached to the people of Cerulean. A small smile playing on his lips, he focused away from Cerulesk, and looked back to the Hatching. All of the eggs had hatched, sparing the Hawthorne Egg. It seemed to be still, as it had been since the beginning of the Hatching- Toven let his hope be rekindled when it lurched, but it died completely when the last two hatchlings licked the unmoving thing, and the gold nudged it herself. It seemed that that egg was having problems, and it probably wouldn't hatch. So he turned his attention away from it, instead focusing on the hatchlings who had survived, the ones without Impression.
The green Impressed quickly, without much fanfare. She wasn't violent, and she didn't take long to bond to a girl. The blue took a little longer, moving with a grace unknown to most hatchlings (of any species). It seemed that, like two of his green sisters, he was going to go wild. He was nearing the exit, obviously with a much more mellow attitude than the first one. However, unlike both of them, the blue stopped short and turned towards someone. Who was back there? He couldn't quite tell, from all the other people in the way. Whoever it was had bent down to pick up the blue, and so for a few moments he wasn't sure which candidate the hatchling had chosen.
It didn't take long for the new wherling to straighten up again, though- revealing probably the only person there who hadn't been planning on Impressing, besides Rozen and himself. “Naoko, yes. She was studying whers and wher development, but was adamant about not Impressing.” Toven responded, after the woman had walked up and been given the necessities, smiling wryly at the gold wherhandler. He would talk the newest wherling later, during the first lesson. Which was tomorrow! He would make sure to announce that as soon as it was confirmed by Rozsk that the Hatching was over... and, therefore, that the last egg wouldn't be hatching. It was a fact of nature, and he wouldn't help the little thing. It would be, obviously, too weak to survive, anyways. To hatch it would be cruel.
His eggs were hatched, and healthy! All but two had Impressed to people whom he could keep track of! Tovsk had encouraged his handler to become the Wherling Master for a reason, of course. Oh... but... there was one egg that had failed to hatch. The brown approached the egg, and Rozsk, and gave a quiet creel. He didn't want his wherling to not live! He wanted someone to go help the egg. Go! Go! But it would probably be of no use. Approaching the gold, he nudged her softly with his head, emitting a low, reassuring sound as he slowly pushed her from the egg. He didn't want to leave it... but there wasn't really anything he could do. And he had nine healthy children.
Still.
Noticing Tovsk's dilemma, Toven spent a moment feeding reassuring, euphoric thoughts to the brown, over how well the Hatching had gone. He didn't brighten any, but he was able to focus more on Rozsk. Making sure to keep his mood pleasant, the wherhandler stepped in front of the amassed, new wherlings. "Greetings, and congratulations. I am Wherhandler Toven of brown Tovsk, your Wherling Master. Now that all seven of you have blooded and solidified your bonds, I suggest you hurry up and feed your hatchlings... carefully. Make sure they don't gorge or get pieces stuck in their throats. It's a mixture, so they should be fine, but keep an eye out." He paused for a moment, making sure that, despite his forced-good mood, he kept his face solemn. He couldn't have these people thinking him friendly! "Your first lesson is at dusk. As soon as your hatchling is fed and content, you are responsible for getting him or her back and settled in the apartments. In the morning, your job is to wake him or her up and feed him or her. Then put your hatchling back to sleep, and get to the lesson. Alright? Alright. I will see you at dusk. I will be watching you tomorrow. Get a good day's rest."
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Post by Kaemi on Sept 6, 2010 20:31:36 GMT -5
Toven was more worried with the injuries caused by the wild green than with the hatching eggs- at least for the moment. However, all those that were slashed by the angry creature seemed to be alright. One girl, in between the boys and the girls, had a grin on her face. It didn't look entirely enthused, of course, but no one that was seriously injured would be grinning. At least, he didn't think. And Naoko- shardit, the woman was back to taking notes. Only she would be sitting here, at a wher hatching, injured, and continue to record as she felt that she should. He had to respect her for her dedication, but he still thought it absurd.
Oh well. Both of the injured seemed to be alright, neither seriously injured and requiring serious medical attention... so he could turn his focus back to the hatching. Another green Impressed, to a girl. A young girl. Toven would have to speak with someone about placing an age limit on the wher candidates, as was placed on dragon candidates. The last thing he would want would be to deal with an eight-turn-old Impressing a green wher, and then handling her Runs. It would be an utter mess, one that he would have to prevent. Hopefully Rozsk would help him out, now, by not allowing the youngest of the bunch to stand too close to the hatchlings. It was an interesting thought, at least.
The first girl, with the leg-slash, then Impressed one of the brown hatchlings. That was a good sign, for both the girl and the clutch. With the voracity that the wild green had raced through the cavern, he could admit to some worry that the rest of the clutch would follow her example. But she seemed to have been one of a kind, as the other hatchlings seemed much calmer, and some had Impressed quietly. It made him feel a bit better, at least. Now if only the rest of them would bond! Rozsk seemed to share his want, as she allowed a few of the others to come closer to the eggs and the whers, in an attempt to encourage Impression.
At that thought, Tov cursed inaudibly, and looked around for Rozen. His eyes lighting on her, he felt his shoulders relax a little. She had been taking care of the hatchlings being fed, and the Impression being solidified. He took the few steps to be nearer to her, still being sure to keep away from the eggs. Just because Rozsk was calming down, didn't mean that she would appreciate him approaching her hatchlings. “Is the bonding process going well?” he asked, just as the brown twined around his own legs. He resisted reaching down to stroke the hatchling's back, even as their minds briefly brushed, recognizing the process. “Weyr's wher?” he confirmed briefly with the gold handler, even as the brown moved on, and another blue began to hatch out of his shell.
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Post by Kaemi on Sept 3, 2010 18:23:15 GMT -5
So... I'm going to be gone from early tomorrow to late Monday at a lakehouse without internet access........ I love finding these things out the night before! xP But then I'll be back, despite being super-busy for the next month. <33
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Post by Kaemi on Sept 1, 2010 20:16:34 GMT -5
Neither Rozsk nor Rozen seemed to object to his presence, and so when the gold handler beckoned him forward, Toven went to stand by the wall nearest her. He made sure to take a wide berth of the eggs, noting Rozsk's bad temper. The gold was refusing to let anyone, spare Tovsk and two girls, anywhere near her clutch. He even caught the warning that his own wher supplied to stay away from the precious eggs.
His eyes surveyed the candidates quickly, from the two girls whom Rozsk approved of, to the rest denied access to the clutch. One boy seemed particularly downtrodden at the denial while another-- wait. That was Naoko, the woman who had helped him in the Library, to find the Record that one evening. She had said that she wasn't planning on Impressing. So she was probably here to continue her studies, and observe. Toven nodded towards her, uncaring on whether or not she noticed, as he moved on to the next person, and the one after that. There truly weren't many people at all, but that was alright. They all seemed to be able-bodied and none appeared to be terrible horrible people, at least from their outward appearances. So they could all stay until Rozsk kicked them out.
Tovsk was more picky than his accepting handler, or at least, he was right now. He crooned towards the beautiful gold as she allowed him closer, weaving his way around the people, and keeping a good distance from the eggs. Wouldn't want to upset the queen, the mother! But he would protect the mottled, shaking forms from the humans who were crowding them. Obviously, the brown was in support of Rozsk; he stayed away from the eggs, and kept a little away from the gold, in fear of her protective streak surging and him being exiled from the room. Then he wouldn't see his eggs hatch, and their occupants Impress these... humans.
While his handler surveyed the people, he kept his eyes on the eggs. Two were shaking vigorously, while two others began moving in a much more subdued way. That meant healthy whers, who were moving and active and obviously hungry. That meant that he had sired at least four healthy creatures! Tovsk's tail gave a large flick, and he crooned quietly again. This time it was directed towards the eggs, and meant to be encouraging. They could do it! They could hatch, and Impress!
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 31, 2010 14:19:45 GMT -5
Woooo.... I just noticed that this was here. (: So I don't really mind either way, but I voted yes because I felt I should.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 31, 2010 14:15:17 GMT -5
Normally it was mothers, and expectant mothers, who went on leave for maternity. It took women greenriders out of their wings for a good measure of time, due to the threat of between on the baby, and the danger of flying for candlemarks on end when you were so off balance, not to mention the stress that the lack of food and water could put on the pregnant body. Apparently, however, Tovsk expected paternity leave.
For the past few evenings, the brown had been attempting to skive off of NightWatch duties, despite his handler's insistence that they go (especially with whatever was off picking off their herds) and his assurance that the wher babies would not hatch that night. Even so, the brown would not go unless they stopped by and spent at least a few minutes to a candlemark before and after duty at the Caverns. And, even so, he was distracted and not much help at all to the Watch. But tonight, Tovsk awoke almost simultaneously with his handler, just prior to dusk, and absolutely refused to go on duty. Toven attempted to assure him that the eggs wouldn't be hatching, but the brown would hear no word of it.
Even after they had missed their watch, the two were arguing in their weyr. Eventually, when it was nearing midnight, Toven gave in, and they began to make their way to the caverns. The brown was insistent to see the eggs tonight, despite Tov not thinking that they would be ready to hatch. Still- humor the creature, and then maybe they could get some work done. Maybe Tovsk could even help him with the finishing touchings for his wherling plans!
They were not even halfway there when the Weyr-wide call went out- a call that many of the weyrfolk would probably miss, being asleep. Needless to say, neither wher nor handler missed it, and they set off at a much swifter pace towards the hatching caverns. Tovsk would not allow himself to miss the hatching of his children. He was a particularly possessive father, and he might even become angry if he didn't get to see the little whers hatch and bond to their handlers. Not that he would miss much of their development, afterwords... his own handler was the Wherling Master.
They soon arrived outside the caverns. A girl and a boy had already arrived, but unlike just after Rozsk clutched, the brown refrained from shoving in front. If the clutch was hatching, then the golden beauty would be occupied and temperamental, so he would wait his turn and be respectful. Still, he crooned to the queen, begging entrance to see the clutch which he had sired hatch and Impress. Simultaneously, Toven looked to Rozen, to see if he may come in to watch, and keep an eye on his own wher.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 27, 2010 14:52:54 GMT -5
For funsies. Because he's not going to have enough drama with the wherlings, you know. And Tovsk would be absolutely delighted. XD
- Toven
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 27, 2010 14:42:14 GMT -5
Family bonding time. Apparently, that was the point of today's activity. L'mar and Lialla still weren't entirely sure how to treat the relationship between them- especially after the way that they had discovered one another. Neither were sure how to treat the other, and although they acknowledged the fact that they were siblings, it was still... a very tentative relationship. L'mar hadn't liked the way the younger green weyrling had treated R'tel during chores, just as Lialla hadn't liked the way her brother had failed to defend her in any way. Still, due to the close relationship they had shared as children, they felt the need to at least attempt civility. And so-- family bonding time had been arranged. Leaving their greens out of it (suggested by L'mar, under the pretense that the only time Lialla should be away from her Cryth this early was when she was sleeping... when really, he just didn't want a fight to break out between the greens, which would further drive a wedge between them) the pair met in the barracks and traveled outside, making smalltalk occasionally and awkwardly. It was, altogether, an uncomfortable affair. Made even more uncomfortable as they walked past the Hatching Grounds and, instead of flying in front of them as he had been doing, L'mar's little blue flitter hovered in the air for a moment, and then darted inside. "Shells," L'mar said quietly. "I still haven't really trained him yet," he explained to his sister, who was looking at him in a confused manner. She sighed, and repressed the urge to roll her eyes. That was the first thing you did with a f'lizard! Else wise they flitted off without a care, and you had to follow them, because you weren't sure if they would come back on their own. Nodding, Lialla was the first to turn on her heel and walk into the Hatching Cavern. It was the first time she had been in there since Impressing Cryth. A flood of good memories rushed over her, and so she stood in the entranceway for a few moments, not registering what was going on before her. Worse, L'mar was equally distracted by the pictures he was receiving from his blue, and therefore ran into her as he tried to follow her into the Grounds with an oomph. Lia gave him a scowl, and then finished walking in, her frustrated gaze turning onto the random boy who was there. He seemed to have flitter- a gold one. Maybe she had brought the boy in as L'mar's blue had brought them in. "Hey, L'cin," L'mar greeted. "That's L'cin," he informed his sister uselessly. Walking up a little closer, he was spared the need for asking what the brown weyrling was doing in here by the way his gold, Brillia, was situated, and the way his blue was fluttering a good deal in front of her. His usually apathetic blue seemed to actually care about his fellow flitter, which was very... odd. "She's clutching? I'm sorry... we'll leave." Grabbing Lialla's hand, and therefore initiating the first physical contact they'd had in Turns, he began to lead her out. ((.....I don't like this. Oh well. I had some excess disgruntled-sibling muse. )
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 26, 2010 20:34:12 GMT -5
Sweetie?! Faranth, this boy infuriated her! He was just a little boy, and he was talking to her like she was an immature five-Turn-old. Which was absurd. Lialla knew she was more mature than her age suggested (normally) and while now wasn't exactly a showcase of that, it was beyond frustrating that some kid thought her beneath him. It made her feel lesser, and she knew- knew- that she wasn't. Especially when the boy turned away from her, as if he was the bigger person! The more mature, responsible... shardit!
Again, she opened her mouth. This time, however, L'mar was successful in communicating his thoughts, and she closed it again after a short moment. The only time it opened afterward was to utter a greeting towards a boy who came in late- who, she noticed, didn't receive any sort of harsh treatment from R'tel. Shard the boy! Not the late weyrling, but the infuriating one. That one was obnoxious!
L'mar was completely lost at how to deal with the situation. As both Lialla and R'tel began ignoring one another, thank Faranth, he was able to concentrate again on the rolling of the bandages, glancing up every so often at his fellow green weyrling. “Dali's much the same way, especially if she doesn't deem them 'worthy' of remembrance. She'll never forget a bronze, or brown, or even blue for that matter.
“We were late, too,” he said, hopefully reassuring the latecomer. Thinking before he spoke would have probably helped there, L'mar noticed as Lialla shot him a dirty looks. Shells, that girl was moody and angry today. She had never been like that before- especially not to him. He was family!! A frown knitting between his brows, the weyrling still made himself shoot a small smile over to the boy, who had to be the other R-name... R'lan, R'kan, R'ken.....something along those lines. “I'm L'mar, and the delightful girl right here is Lialla.”
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 26, 2010 19:59:47 GMT -5
“I'm not entirely sure,” Toven admitted, “this will be my first time teaching them. I got the position when I arrived here, and this is the first wher clutch we've had.” Hence the research aspect of his evening. However, he, too, enjoyed the challenge the new wherlings would pose. A little challenge, a little distraction, and very little free time. Not to mention, his Tovsk would be beyond amused, which was always a good thing. If the brown was happy, then chances were, it would be difficult for his handler to stay unhappy.
It was odd, how surprised Naoko seemed at the thought that she may Impress from the wher clutch. The idea of requesting an egg had always seemed so necessary to Toven, who had wanted to be a handler for a majority of his Turns. And, while he was sure that there were plenty of people out there like this, it was still odd to openly confront someone who didn't share the same views. However, firstly there was a legitimate question that she wanted answered. “I wouldn't identify it as a rapid pace, but he was developed mentally before the allotted time for his wherlinghood. At least by a few months, I would say.”
Although being a little offended, he knew better than to be too shocked. Not many people at all liked whers, he knew that, she knew that, and it wasn't uncommon in the least. It was something that wher handlers had to learn to deal with, even though none of them particularly liked it. Just because Toven wasn't a social butterfly didn't mean he enjoyed being a pariah, so he didn't make too much of a fuss about it. Generally.
Shaking his head, Tov looked back up at her, . “Do you not like whers, then? I know they're not pleasing, visually, and they're not as majestic as dragons, but they're very useful and they have their own particular charm. Intelligent beings, and you're obviously not as biased as many people. You are researching them, after all.” It would be plenty refreshing to possibly have someone like her Impress to one of the wherlings. A mature adult, an intelligent woman who knew what she was doing and, when she didn't, knew enough to research it or ask for help.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 25, 2010 21:17:48 GMT -5
They were, of course, only jesting. That in and of itself was the disappointing aspect of their conversation. L'mar wished that they were able to see one another every single day- it didn't seem like too much to ask! Really! How hard is it to walk across the Weyr (not even) to greet your best friend every morning? Especially when she was injured? Heaving a sigh, he began devising schemes to see her as often as possible. Plan: AOSP. Phase one being to concoct a way to stalk Rael and discover her schedule, allowing him to discover when and where she ate, when she had free time, et cetera. He could even follow her at her chores! If, that is, he wasn't doing his own. Oh... disgusting... chores. He didn't often do his own, so why would he do hers? Oh, right. He kinda loved her. There was that.
“Nor do I, dear Rael,” the weyrling agreed. Nodding solemnly, he continued, “Every time I pass a reflective surface, I make sure to reassure myself that I am, indeed, amazing. It's the best way to make sure that my self-esteem doesn't get too low. It's a technique I picked up from Tydus.” Finally allowing a smile, L'mar grinned wryly. “Well, that's true enough. But I try not to do it in every reflective surface. Me talking aloud to myself, in the middle of the dining hall and the like... it attracts attention that I just don't need.” That was honestly true. He had learned at a very young age that talking aloud to yourself would not attract positive thoughts and emotions towards you in the future.
Even in that, however, he knew that he wasn't perfect, and he knew that other people certainly didn't view him as highly as he pretended to view himself. Still, L'mar allowed himself to bask in Rael's praise; bask in the knowledge that she truly believed it. That someone, other than his fated mindmate, thought that he was spectacular. So he let her have that victory. “So, what I'm hearing here, is that everyone in the entire world, on all of Pern, loves me and accepts me. And here I thought you were unique in your ways!” Missing a step, the weyrling tripped, quickly recovering his footing to allow for minimal-jostlage. Wouldn't want to disrupt his lovely best friend in any way. She was injured, after all!
Now L'mar was not a cruel person. He'd never been malicious, even in his pranks... but that, of course, didn't mean he was always pleasant. He didn't always have everyone's best intentions at heart. It would be a terrible energy waste. Raelwyn, himself, and Dalisth- those were the three he would always look out for. Oh, and as an extension, Tydus too. Not that Tydus needed much looking after. Even if something terrible happened to him, he'd still have an ego the size of the Southern Continent, and so would be alright. But mainly Dali, Rael, and himself. Top three in his heart (because, unlike others, at least L'mar admitted that he put himself first, purely due to his need for self-preservation. He loved himself... a lot). It was a new, comforting feeling to have Raelwyn so deep in his heart, to care about someone who wasn't a part of him so greatly. Best friend- definitely.
“I am a very generous soul.” He was very agreeable lately, L'mar observed. “And, it's true, I do have superb taste. Talent of mine, if I may say so myself.” Grinning, the weyrling didn't allow it to slip for another moment or two, even as he marveled at the thought that his Raelwyn was still virginal. It was a hard-to-grasp thought, especially having grown up in a Weyr as he had. Everyone had had sex, especially by the age of 16. Especially when you were planning on becoming a dragonrider, as all of the adult riders encouraged it once young (wo)man hood was reached. Even as he spoke, he marveled. But not for a second did he consider thinking his girl odd. If anything, he thought more of his best friend. And since no one truly deserved her, anyways, more the better for her morals! “You remember that. Me and Tydus, forever and always. Just as Dalisth and yourself will take precedence over any hunk. Don't let any smooth-talking shmoozer convince you otherwise, best friend.”
Having Tydus on his side was very helpful in his goal- making Raelwyn eat. She was a bit light! Unacceptable. He winked at her in an understated fashion- “I didn't want to say anything, my dear... but I think you have it all wrong. I have a theory.” Danger signs. “I theorize that your little king, Tydus here, doesn't actually have a giant ego. No, instead, he's actually exceptionally self-conscious, the poor fellow. I think you should be more sensitive to our dear friend.” Grinning as she nibbled at the food set before her, he allowed himself to laugh aloud. “Now, now. Eat up! I'm not letting you down to change until you finish that roll.” Nodding decisively, and stifling a chuckle, the weyrling clutched her securely in his arms, refusing to release her until the food was chewed and swallowed. It was, of course, for her benefit. And maybe she would put up a fuss, which could be for his amusement.
Even with her clutched tightly, he still followed her directions over to the correct door, and then bed. “I will, as soon as you finish that roll. Then it will be no problem at all!” Waiting for her to chew and swallow, L'mar continued, “Any excuse, any excuse at all, my dearest best friend, to spend time with you!”
((I'm sorry it took so long, and is still so short. But I'm trying to get it out to you tonight, rather than wait another day or three. D: ))
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 19, 2010 15:51:59 GMT -5
They were all getting tired, it was obvious. Her green was beginning to visibly droop, and in the intervals where no conversation was taking place between herself and Asileth, Cryth's tapping slowed down considerably, spacing out from one tap to the next. She followed K'vin's example in standing up, smiling at him before she bent over to caress Cryth's eyeridge. She was, already, the light of the weyrling girl's life. Straightening quickly, Lialla again smiled. "You three have a good night, as well. More than likely, we'll see one another in the morning."
And with that, they turned and made their way into the girl's side of the Barracks. Quickly they found their bed, delighted to have their own area for themselves. It was going to be very comforting. Too bad they wouldn't get to enjoy it much- much too busy to get a vast amount of uninterrupted evenings. Toddling onto her slab, Cryth sent out one last goodnight to Asileth, and then promptly went to sleep. It didn't take long at all for Lia to follow right on behind her green.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 19, 2010 15:43:50 GMT -5
Shardit! Lialla would have smacked down the bandage she was rolling and straight-forward confronted the weyrling, if Cryth hadn't bespoken her with calming words. "Pardon me, I was unaware that we had a Fall today. Oops! Must have slipped my mind. Quite frankly, though, if you hadn't noticed, I find it more than offensive that you insinuate I would be so callous as to do something like that. On my list of priorities, confronting a brother whom I haven't seen for Turns is near the top of the list. Below that is chores. Above it is Threadfall. So I don't think your hypothetical situation is, in any way, realistic."
This, this is why she didn't enjoy the population as a whole. Not to mention, thanks to him, Lia still hadn't had a chance to talk to L'mar. From the look on his face, he wasn't going to talk to her any time during the chores, not while he was attempting to keep civil with both her and R'tel. Of course he couldn't defend her. That would make no sense. Shooting him a dirty look, as well, she continued her work deftly. Get this done as quickly as possible, so as to leave and curl up next to Cryth. Dealing with boys was infuriating. Only two who she had met thus far were likable, obviously- C'ko and K'vin. Even her own brother was being an utter... infuriating... horrible person. Chatting with that other green weyrling about caves after just realizing he had his sister with him.
"I haven't, not yet," L'mar returned, ignoring the dirty look shot his way. He would talk to his sister later, in private. He only enjoyed making scenes when he planned them. "We'll introduce them, sometime. Hopefully they'll hit it off so that they can keep one another company, while we go to the caves." Beginning his next bandage, he spared himself a small grimace. More likely than not, it wouldn't work out as planned. Dali hated girls. But he would let the leaves fall where they may- she had liked Rael, after all!
It was obvious that this was unlikely to be resolved between Lialla... his sister, by Faranth, he was still reeling... and R'tel. So he would leave it for now, and work a proficiently as he knew how to, to allow them all to break up quickly. The less argument between the two of them, the better. If they continued, then he would feel obligated to say something. In which one's favor he wasn't completely sure, but he would have to say something eventually. Preferably prior to an angry healer's arrival.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 19, 2010 15:27:07 GMT -5
Discussing things with Ineth- or, to be more correct, having things discussed at him by Ineth- was interesting, to say the least. Toven watched her from the shore, smiling at R'tel from time to time as she said something amusing. “If I were a dolphin, I would be frightened of the large dragons such as yourself, like wherries are. I hear that most aren't, though, so I assume they do other things in other places, yes.” He didn't know much about the dolphins. Mainly, the only thing he really understood, was that they used to be called shipfish, because they guided ships home. More recently (although, truly, not recently at all) their true name was discovered to be dolphins. And there goes the extent of his knowledge. Despite his massive amounts of hide-bound knowledge, the slippery water not-fish weren't his area of interest, and so he stayed away from most of it.
R'tel's late comment was sufficiently unhelpful, but Toven just shrugged and let a small grin slip onto his face. “I answer what I can, and hopefully she won't mind it,” he responded to the much younger boy. He settled back with part of his head turned towards the water, and the other part angled towards the weyrling. “Personally, I think the rule is ridiculous. And useless. But that's fine- I'm sure you've already taken it up with K'roi, so I won't need to.” The wherhandler liked this young boy: primarily, he was sure, because Toven liked Ineth. She was charming in an overtalkative sort of way. Also, R'tel was fairly well-spoken for a person his age. It earned him a few respect points.
The wher question was one that was often more... grudgingly given, if at all. Not many people knew a whole lot about whers, them being unattractive to a fault, and gawky, and not well-publicized. R'tel seemed, not direly interested, but more of politely. Which, quite honestly, was good enough for Toven. He would take quite a few excuses to talk about whers, especially. “They're intelligent creatures... and photophobic, as I'm sure you knew.” He wasn't entirely sure what all the weyrling wanted to know. There was a vast amount of information on whers as a whole. Mm. Communication processes. “Sort of. They're telepathic, but they can't ramble in words like your Ineth. Rather,they convey feelings, much like firelizards, and distinct images.”
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