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Post by Kaemi on Aug 18, 2010 20:36:32 GMT -5
The sun was to come up soon- Toven could almost feel it, after the Turns of following his wher's schedule. Right now, though, he ignored it, encouraging Tovsk along the tunnels. Quite frankly, the brown didn't need the encouragement. He was just as eager as his handler to find the clutch and see what he had sired. They searched through the tunnels, going in a general direction of where they knew the clutch was, although they were unaware of the exact location. It didn't take all that long before they happened behind a boy and a girl, a good distance apart, right before the boy slipped into a cavern. The girl slipped in behind him, and so Toven followed them.
Tovsk pushed ahead of the seeming-candidates, eager to see the lovely gold and his clutch. More the gold than the clutch... sure, he liked the fact that he had sired it, but the entire idea was a little less concrete in his mind. Being a brown, he didn't have a few of those innate paternal instincts that bronzes occasionally exhibited. Instead, he crooned at Rozsk, uncaring that she was sleeping, and began to situate himself next to her. In his mind, at this point, that was where he belonged. With the golden queen with whom he had mated and, through that, had produced this lovely clutch of eggs.
Standing at a longer distance from Rozen than he had from Rozsk, Toven only took a few steps nearer to her after entering, being careful to stay a few feet from the clutch. No one ever knew what the queen would have to say, and he didn't want to disturb her rest. Anyways, he wasn't sure if the handler was awake or not, and was unwilling to disturb her, either, if she was. Not to mention, there were two people oo-ing and coo-ing over the clutch... possibly people that he would be teaching in the not-so-distant future.
For the first few moments, he ignored that all, and instead focused on the clutch. "Ten eggs," he said softly, speaking to himself rather than anyone else. His voice was barely a whisper, even as he heard the girl's quiet exclamation. His words, at first, may have seemed apathetic, but a small smile had curved his lips. Ten eggs. Ten mottled, wrinkled wher eggs. "Impressive, for a brown sire," he continued quietly, still not really speaking to anyone- certainly not to the boy or the girl. And it was. They were decently sized, colorful, and obviously a clutch worthy of Rozsk. Which was, truthfully, all that mattered.
He turned his attention to the children within the next few moments. Unsure of how to deal with them, Tov waited for Rozen to show if she was in slumber or awake, before he determined whether or not to usher them out. If she was, then she could deal with them- it was completely her call. If not, then he would, of course, kick them out. They had no business crowding the clutch this soon after clutching without the goldhandler's and the gold's permission, after all.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 17, 2010 20:28:38 GMT -5
Her eyes were flashing, mouth drawn in, and stress level rising drastically. “Attentive to my duty... now that is something I've always been. I so apologize if the one day I am tardy, another arrived before me. I so apologize if my brother, whom I have not seen in Turns and whom I was close to as a young girl, was seen in the halls. I greatly apologize if I was too stunned to comprehend the situation, so that you may have had to roll a few bandages without me. My sincerest apologies. You can leave and allow me, personally, to roll the last two-- or was it three?-- bandages when we're going to be through,” she said. Her voice was sharp, caustic.
Such a voice made L'mar recoil. He didn't do well with girl who were being so sharp in their words. They didn't rub him the right way, to say the least. But he also realized that a.) this was his sister. Only she could be so blunt, and whip out the temper at the drop of the hat. Her name was Lialla, she was (if he wasn't mistaken) the girl S'ren had pointed out of the Hatching Grounds that looked like him, and why else would she know him? And b.) she was actually speaking the truth. So he would sort the whole 'we're family' thing out later, and deal with relations now. Between him and R'tel, and R'tel and Lialla, and himself and his sister. The middle one would be the hardest one, if he did see it correctly. But first off he would work on showing R'tel that he was the good... sibling. Shells. He'd sort that out later.
“Good to meet you, R'tel. My green's Dalisth.” He grabbed a strip himself and began rolling it, watching as Lialla did the same. She was much more proficient at it than he was- she had finished two and had reached for a third while he was putting up his first. That's right- she had gone to the Healer Hall. So why was she here? Probably, she had finished already and had been assigned to the south as a journeywoman, or some such nonsense. He shook his head, and looked from his flashing sister to R'tel. “Sorry for... my sister. Social skills, you know,” he said with a shrug. And promptly ignored the look that Lia sent him. When she opened her mouth to say something, he shot her a look. She ignored it. Dalisth- contact Lialla's dragon. Green... bright... the one that clawed Rael.
Dali was good with her fellow dragons, although not so much on greens. That one, however, she did know, as she liked Rael (and the bronze nuisance!) and had made sure to know which one had hurt her. Cryth. Sure, her. Tell her to tell Hers to shut up. The green got on it, and after a mere moment or two, Lialla's mouth slowly shut. It almost looked as though the look he shot her was successful. Whatever. That worked!
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 17, 2010 19:42:25 GMT -5
It was actually disappointing that they couldn't see each other every day... and, now that he thought about it, L'mar wished, on some level, that she had Impressed at the last clutch. Then they would have the same common room, and share a section of the Weyr. They'd get to go to weyrling lessons together, and their dragons could meet. But he knew that there hadn't been a gold egg last clutch. He'd swallow his little blue if she didn't Impress a gold- Raelwyn just had that type of personality type. She could handle it, he was sure, and he had absolute faith in her. But... still. By the time that she did Impress a gold, he would almost definitely have graduated, sparing if he did something completely off the wall and got held back. Smiling at the thought, L'mar looked at his best friend and said, “I would get held back for you, my love.” Probably completely random in her own thoughts.
I'm only trying to be nice, Dalisth agreed, her voice tinged with appreciation at Rael's words. But I have no problem with letting the annoying greens know that I'm better than they are. Mine just doesn't want me to. Generally, she tried to abide by L'mar's wishes. Sparing, of course, when he was being ridiculous, such as now. She refused to involve him so long as he was being silly, and would be perfectly content talking to the good-influence girl. Especially when her bronze nuisance came over and began scrubbing right at her itchy spot. That was soooooo nice. Crooning gently, the green didn't waste any time projecting very positive emotions towards the creature. Yes, this officially put both L'mar's girl and her bronze nuisance on her top human-nuisance pairs.
Disconcerting- that was the best word L'mar could use to describe it. He didn't like being left out, and this was his mindmate who was doing it. Pouting exaggeratedly, he only stopped when Raelwyn put her hand in his own. Squeezing it gently, he gave her a bright smile, bottom lip drawing back into a more natural, less pitiful-looking position. Yes, Rael was brilliant and he was glad to have her. She was the kindest, sweetest girl... ever. Just try and deny it, Pernese boy. Just try and deny it. He'd have Dali flame 'em. Not really... but he was sure he could prank the kid real bad, which could be more fun. Rael, of course, probably wouldn't approve of this plan, so of course he didn't let her in on it.
His best friend seemed so delighted right now. It was exhilarating, even with Dalisth cutting him out of the equation. She just seemed so bright and open, honestly more pleased with something that L'mar viewed as common. It was so beyond sweet. “Oh, good, you're helping!” he proclaimed happily. “I was at a loss.” Of course his beloved green would take the initiative to talk to Raelwyn. As she began spouting off names, he chuckled lowly. See?! He hadn't even thought of any of these... despite all of the times Dalisth had referred to the blue as her little 'nuisance' and all the time those two spent together. Swinging her arm up a little, just enough to knock her a little bit off balance if she wasn't in a firm position, he grinned. “You're so much smarter than me,” he told her happily.
Alright, she was done, and Hers was being a little less annoying. Plus she loved him and the blue was his, too. So, with a mental sigh, Dalisth included him in her side of the conversation. I like Nuisance! Or... naming my nuisance after me... the green began exploring the option, and L'mar, although delighted in his Dali's inclusion of him again, immediately realized danger zone. “Ohh... love... I love you... let's not do that,” he told her. In a whispered aside to Rael (disregarding that Dalisth would hear anything he said due to their telepathic link- if he whispered low enough SHE COULDN'T HEAR), he continued, “It's actually a good idea... for anyone other than Dalisth. Imagine naming a smaller flitter after Tydus. Now, that's a little drastic, but it's along the same lines.” He grinned.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 14, 2010 10:05:58 GMT -5
Not many people studied whers. They tended to stay away from them, frankly, due to their unattractive appearance and a violent wher's voracity. However, Toven had heard of some of the more eccentric studies undergone at Honshu, and so he wasn't all that surprised that someone was undertaking such a project. “Only a single pair? We're not overrun by whers here, nor are we in any danger of ever having such an issue, but that wher must be terribly lonely,” he said with minimal concern. It would have its handler, and even surrounded by dragons and researchers, it would be fine. As long as it wasn't neglected, or anything of the sort. That was absurd- what handler could abuse a creature in that way, whom they shared empathy with? So the wher would be fine.
Toven nodded in agreement- everything she was saying was accurate. Her interest lit her eyes, and sparked her tone quite obviously, which encouraged a smile onto his own face. “What are you saying?” he asked bluntly. “It sounds a little like you wish to ask me questions. Acceptable.” Most of that he entered into the conversation, not from the goodness in his heart, but rather in his own interest to see what this woman was after. What exactly she was studying and why on Pern she was so interested.
He should have expected her to question him, as well. After all, he did already have a fully-matured wher- what business would he have to study them further, when he could go back through his own notes oh wherlinghood? “I've been employed as the WherlingMaster of Cerulean, actually,” Toven told her with a small smile. As soon as Rozsk Ran and clutched, that is. Seeing and opportunity to recruit whercandidates, he attempted to make his smile even brighter as he continued, “Our resident gold is due to Run soon, and then she will clutch. I hope you're going to request an egg from her. It would surely improve your studies a great deal, so that you wouldn't have to read second- and third-hand accounts, and rather experience and experiment for yourself.”
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 14, 2010 0:18:20 GMT -5
“No, no, L'mar...” Lialla protested as she was dragged into the Infirmary. Her eyes began to flash as she noted the way he man-handled her, and, retracting her arm, she turned on the first new voice she heard with a bit of lash to it. “Are you a healer?” she asked pointedly to the boy, obviously spent on her patience. Normally it took longer than that, but being touched without her permission tended to push her towards boiling. “I doubt it, by the way your eyes are practically glazed over and your focus on her task it so terribly lax. Now, noted, I'm no healer either. So how about neither of us tell the other what to do today, yes?” Despite her cross words, she went and did as he suggested, finding her way swiftly to a water basin and cleaning her hands with celerity.
She left L'mar chortling, and ignored him pointedly, even as he joined her by the water basin. They shared it briefly, making Lia stifle a sharp remark about patience and manners, which ended in the female greenweyrling withdrawing her hands and receiving a short splash of water to her face. “Lighten up, lovely,” L'mar told her brightly, in response to her eyes narrowing and flashing in a dangerous, vaguely familiar way. “Retract the talons and make nice with this pleasant weyrling.” Turning to the fellow, he smiled brightly. “I'm L'mar, this is... Lialla, was it? Yes. Lialla. Are you...” he grasped for names for a moment or two before coming up, “R'tel or R'nen?” There! He had remembered!
While still not in an agreeable mood, Lialla managed a stiff smile. “Yes, Lialla,” she confirmed again for both the benefit of L'mar and the other boy. R'tel or R'nen, whichever his name ended up being. Not caring for pleasantries, she instead began with the bandages. Something she knew how to do, and could probably do better than both of those rude weyrlings. Shells, she was being petty. Scowling at herself, she looked up, her eyes making contact with the small smirk playing on L'mar's face. She just wanted to... knock it off.
“I think I'm your sister, L'mar.”
This time it was the male, older greenweyrling who was left gobsmacked, as Lialla smirked to herself and went back to rolling her bandages. They were both... boys!
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 13, 2010 16:38:16 GMT -5
It was one of the most fantastic feelings when you could make someone laugh. L'mar reached up to scratch Tydus' headknobs, as she commented on her metalworking. “Oh, Rael, I'm sure you would be proficient in anything you decide to do-- so you have no excuse about your lack of metal-skill. If you set your mind to it, I'm sure you'd be fantastic,” he told her solemnly. See- he believed in her! She probably wouldn't see it that way, but that was alright. “However, I guess if you truly don't wish to prove yourself to the powerful SmithCraft, your alternative will work quite nicely. I'm sure I could make do with being told... every day... that I'm completely wonderful.” The weyrling grinned widely at her, completely disregarding the terms she had used: I think. He was wonderful, after all.
The look on her face was... priceless. She seemed so defensive over his image, and it made him grin widely. He knew that some people liked him; he also knew that a lot of people thought that he was trouble. Which was fine for him! L'mar had Dalisth, which was enough. But now, he also had Raelwyn, his best friend. There was no chance that he would ever get down in the slums with both of them around. Smiling right on back at her, he nodded his acquiescence. “How could they deny... me?” he asked cheerily, blowing off his former realistic view. Of course he still believed what he said, being a troublemaker at heart, as he was, but there were some people who could appreciate him. He wasn't unlikeable... just a little quirky!
“Of course everything will be,” L'mar assured her, cuddling her a little closer to himself as he walked. “You'll be fantastic, in fact, I'm sure of it.” He didn't like to see his best friend crying- it was completely unacceptable. Who could be unhappy when he was around-- unless, of course, he was causing it! But even then, he usually didn't make them cry. Yelling was much more comfortable to deal with. Crying was something he wasn't accustomed to, and he especially didn't like the fact that it was Raelwyn who had been doing it. She shouldn't ever be distressed, because she had him and Tydus! Which, obviously, was the conclusion that she came to, as well, as she blinked away tears. “Love you, Rael,” he told her, juts for emphasis. Of course she already knew it, and so did he, but maybe hearing it again would make her feel better, and feel the loss of being left Standing less acutely.
The serious tone was soon taken out again, allowing the weyrling to wink histrionically at his best friend. “I promise I'll share,” he said, discounting her stammering and obvious discomfort. “Never? Really?” he asked calmly. On one hand, the protective best friend side of him was rejoicing- no boy had ever defiled the lovely, fantastic, exceptional Raelwyn. On the other hand, he was beyond surprised. She was an attractive girl, which was all most of these boys needed. For the more picky ones, she also had wit, humor, and kindness. So it was appalling to think that she had... never... especially in a Weyr. It wasn't as though this was a Hold, where they were stingy and traditional and wanted all of the eligible females to Join and have multitudes of babies. In this moment, however, the former side of him won over. “Good- none of these boys deserve you. Maybe later... preferably before you Impress your gold, but not necessarily. I'm sure we can find you a decent hunk of manly to fall in love with, my dearest best friend.” He didn't feel the least bit of awkwardness in the turn the conversation had made, and it showed in his tone of voice.
Although L'mar wasn't entirely sure of how Tydus would catch his meaning, he felt that it would be successful the moment the bronze winked between. He grinned at Raelwyn, hoping that he would be proven right... and, indeed, just after the cold rush of air signaled the bronze's return, and the weight settled on his shoulders, a meat roll was dropped adeptly into Rael's lap. Laughing shortly, he immediately began congratulating Tydus. “Fantastic, little king, fantastic. You know how to take care of your girl! Rael, you have the smartest, most capable companion here,” he informed her grandly, quite proud of the bronze, himself. Looking back down at his best friend, he gave her a mock-scowl. “Now, after your outstanding bronze took the time and effort to aid you in your troubles, you aren't even going to appreciate the morsels he brought you? Don't try and be brave... just go ahead and eat it, like a good patient.” His voice took on a teasingly-patronizing edge as he grinned at her.
Laughing softly, L'mar attempted to scowl down at her more seriously, his failure quite apparently as he broke into yet another grin. She could make him so happy, just so easily. “Eat it, Raelwyn,” he told her in between laughs. “Think of how offended Tydus may be if you do not!” He did want her to eat, believing that she really was too light. Sure, he had faith that she was taking care of herself, but one meatroll just to encourage both himself and Tydus of the fact wouldn't hurt her! And so he would continue to urge her to eat. “Exactly, my dear. And therefore, you must devour the food that we tell you to, so that we may assure that you truly do care,” he told her. Oh, how he loved his girl!
Cutting a corner almost a little too close, as he had been looking straight down at the girl in his arms, the weyrling barely refrained from hitting his shoulder against the wall of the darkly-lit hall. “Oops,” he muttered, smiling at Rael while checking her over for injury. He was almost positive that he didn't run her anything, but one could never be too careful. “Just a minute or two, and then we'll be at the Barracks so you can change,” he told her, navigating through the Weyr with ease. It took less time than that, however, to arrive. “Alright, Rael-dear, tell me where to go from here,” he said upon entering the central room of the Candidate Barracks.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 11, 2010 13:46:14 GMT -5
Oops, it seemed that she had overstepped her bounds, if the bright red blush coloring K'vin's face was any indication. Hopefully her story would aid him somehow in his own troubles. He was terribly awkward in his movements, but Lialla barely noticed in her own sudden-embarrassment. Returning a very forced smile, she did manage a real laugh at his own wish for her. "Oh... thanks," she told him. "I hope that, too." She hadn't really thought much of it, actually, until K'vin's own trouble brought it up in her mind. She hadn't had time. Shells, she had just Impressed earlier in the evening.
Stifling a yawn, the green weyrling determined that it had to be pretty late at night. She didn't even want to know where all the other weyrlings were. Surely they could have come in and Lia just not noticed them, but others were probably still involved in the festivities. Which was, quite frankly, ridiculous, considering the late time of evening. There would be a Weyrling Lesson bright and early- actually, she should probably be getting some sleep sometime soon. While a rather interesting conversation had been had, she could feel herself growing tired. More than that, Cryth was growing tired, as well. "Maybe... maybe we should begin to head our separate ways for the night, K'vin. It's getting fairly late."
It was true, Cryth was getting tired. She happily accepted Asileth's promise. I promise to never hurt Yours, either. Mine will nevereverever hurt Yours! So I will always like you almostalmostmostest, she returned. Give her a sevenday, and she probably wouldn't remember the promise, but that was alright. She made it and she liked her clutchsister a lot a lot.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 9, 2010 21:38:11 GMT -5
Continuing behind his beautiful queen, Tovsk blocked out everything but the ground in front of him and the hide of extraordinary Rozsk. His muscles were burning, his energy quickly depleting as the Run went on. Afraid that he wouldn't have the reserves to finish, but not wanting to cut out steps now that could allow him to win, the brown ignored the problem and continued as he was. However, it soon became obvious that this just wouldn't do, as suddenly his prize accelerated. If he didn't follow just as fast, then soon he would be left behind.
Of course, there was no choice. He pushed himself, and followed his queen's glowing hide, as well as her well-marked sand trail. Every single one of his legs was burning like icy fire, and still he continued, ignoring the pain in favor of the success of keeping up with the lovely Rozsk. So focused was he on his goal, on the potential prize, on the Run, that he didn't quite realize where he was running to. For this reason, he didn't see that they were jumping until the gold's wings expanded further, and she leaped. Within moments, he was joining his fellows in their jumps to follow her. His own wings expanded merely extended on instinct, the shock of the muscles twinging almost jolting him to close them.
A slight falter was all that was allowed by the brown, however, and he quickly recovered. Though he didn't quite catch the air currents that were carrying his beautiful queen, Tovsk hadn't used his wings nearly as much as the other whers, having depended more on avoidance than balance in the higher obstacles. And so he attempted to beat at the air, wishing to follow the gold, and knowing that he probably couldn't without the currents. His wing muscles weren't as worn out, but his energy as a whole was greatly affected, and that in itself could be detrimental to his success.
But she was so beautiful! Hanging in the air, wings extended, hide glowing, beautiful form framed by the waterfall and the mist surrounding her. He may just be a brown, but the prize was too lovely to give up now. Tovsk managed to reach an air pocket, and it slipped him into a nearby current. He wasn't nearly as proficient at navigating the air as Rozsk was, or some of his competition seemed to be, but he was trying, and couldn't she see that? Working to near himself to her, knowing that he would fly as long as necessary to win the gold, he beat his wings again and attempted to angle closer to Rozsk.
Toven had heard many times that flitter Flights were the least affecting, and that then came Runs, and next came dragon Flights. Now, he had never been involved in either the first, nor the last, but he had suffered the effects of gold and green Flights second-hand. And a gold Run, firsthand, was much much worse. Green Runs had been bad enough, the close melding of wher and handler, the idea of one mind. This was that tenfold. He was having trouble remembering that he was Toven, and not Tovsk, and that the woman in front of him was not Rozsk, but her handler. Truly, though, the wherhandler didn't have a care that he was having trouble differentiating between wher and handler. His mind was there behind Tovsk's echoing his thoughts and encouraging him on.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 6, 2010 23:25:18 GMT -5
Who: um... whoever? Plus Lialla and L'mar What: Chores. Plus Lialla and L'mar When: Early afternoon Where: The infirmary. Which is usually where infirmary chores take place.
Warnings: Sibling drama say wha? **Until Thorne responds with Rael to decide what the little flit's name is going to be (yes I am hoisting all responsibility onto her xD), and since that thread took place before this one, I'm going to be marking all instances of his name with a large, obnoxious symbol, which will follow in bold. ~!@#$%^&*()_++_)(*&^%$#@!~. :D
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Admittedly, since her talk with K'vin, Lialla had pushed the idea of her possibly-maybe-perhaps-kinda-sorta-long-lost-brother from her mind. It was absurd, after all, and although she would, of course, talk to this L'mar fellow when she found the time, she led quite the busy life nowadays. Between chores, lessons, and the general time-sucker her darling Cryth was, she didn't have the time to be chasing after this green weyrling who hailed from Ista and may or may not have the same name as her older brother, who she hadn't seen in Turns. It was ridiculous to think that her Liamar had traveled to the Southern Continent, Impressed a green, and then ended up at the same Weyr as herself.
When she looked at the chore list for the sevenday, however, she knew that she would at least have to be sure that this L'mar wasn't her Liam. Even thought it was practically impossible. Just because they shared place of origin, he had a dangerous sense of humor, and K'vin seemed a little disturbed by him, didn't mean that they were siblings. Apparently, Lialla and the green weyrling had Infirmary chores together today. They also had it with this R'tel boy, who she hadn't heard of, and R'nen, who had Impressed a brown from Cryth's hatching.
If nothing else, it was bound to be interesting. Lialla was a little bit excited, as she had wanted to be a Healer when she was smaller. She had even apprenticed at the Healer Hall for a few Turns, before she became enamored with the Star Craft. Maybe she could even help out with the actual Healers and not be stuck all day doing rudimentary, first-Turn apprentices' chores. Probably not, with how long she'd been out of duty, but it was a vague possibility. She had liked Healing, she just... hadn't done as well as she had hoped upon first arrival, and she liked Star Craft better. That didn't mean she couldn't do some basic things!
Walking down the hall to the Infirmary Wing- she had very strict directions from a random brownrider- Lialla about skipped a step upon realizing that someone was standing outside the Infirmary. He obviously didn't realize that someone else was in the hall, as he seemed to be talking to himself...
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He didn't like Infirmary duty. Not in the slightest. Not to mention he didn't know a single person whom he would be working with today, other than possibly the staff. L'mar wasn't new to the Cerulean Infirmary, being who he was, and getting into scrapes often enough that most of the staffers knew at least his face. It was a girl and two boys- R-names, the boys, and the girl had an L-name of some sort. He wasn't really paying close attention, instead mainly arguing with himself over whether or not he actually wanted to do the chores.
Finally, he decided that it would probably be a good idea to go. Although he wasn't entirely sure how he reached that conclusion (it was probably a mixture of Rael and Dali's influences, shard his two leading ladies!!) L'mar still made his way down to the wing, humming and throwing a good-sized rock above him. ~!@#$%^&*()_++_)(*&^%$#@!~ obviously believed that he was going to truly need help from the Infirmary if he kept it up, despite his bonded's frequent reassurance that his hand-eye coordination was superb, and so he flew a good two yards ahead, avoiding the rock at all costs.
It didn't take long before he arrived. He bent to set the rock carefully in the corner of the hallway- so that he wouldn't be yelled at for bringing rocks into a place of healing. To a stranger, it would be odd, but L'mar was used to such sentiments. And then he realized that he wasn't sure of the protocol of f'lizards in Infirmaries. Sure, the healer Tess had one, but was he a special case? He could always go in and ask, but that just wouldn't be as much fun. "~!@#$%^&*()_++_)(*&^%$#@!~, go on in front of me and find a perch." The flit was remarkably good and choosing places out of the way, and yet with spectacular views of the entire room. The blue chirped and slipped into the Infirmary, leaving L'mar behind.
The weyrling decided to pass the time, not wanting to be the first one there. He wasn't sure if there was anyone else there yet, but he would much rather walk in with someone else. "Dalisth..." he whined quietly outside of the Infirmary. "Make someone hurry! I don't want to sit here for forever!" Hearing a laughing noise, he turned to see a brunette... or maybe she was a redhead. Not entirely sure, L'mar shrugged mentally.
"Hi there. I'm L'mar! You've got Infirmary duty? Alright. Let's go." And with that, he took her by the arm and dragged her into the Infirmary, ignoring the way her mouth opened in protest and the look on her face, plain as day, that she had a question.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 6, 2010 22:24:48 GMT -5
Haha this is also a GREAT chance to send off any of the random weyrfolk you don't like. XD This will be funnnnnnn.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 6, 2010 22:21:57 GMT -5
For a very brief moment, Lialla thought that maybe K'vin was mocking her. That maybe he was going to make fun of her, for reading the Records and being able to recall them. She had recoiled partially into herself, arms crossing her chest and eyes flashing, before she realized that wasn't what she was doing at all. The blush, followed by the soft smile, quickly clued her in, and her arms uncrossed. A dark blush began working up in her own cheeks, first from her mistake, and then from his words. "I read... a lot," she told him, hopefully answering his first question. The second one was a little harder. "I have problems," she continued, "but to those I'm hoping that maybe I'll read something in another Record someday which will answer it, and that will be the end of it." Realizing that that was actually true, and she bit her lip. "I've... had sex before." She wasn't sure if that was over-sharing, but since they were already on the subject, Lialla felt that fair was fair.
Social boundaries still escaped her, obviously.
"It wasn't a very pleasant experience, not for me, and so I don't plan on trying again any time soon. But I still have at least a Turn to come to turns with that, so I try to not think on it. Not to mention, there are female blueriders out there- and I don't like girls. We all have our fair share of problems." Truth be told, she was terrified of the idea of sex. But even Lia knew enough that K'vin didn't need to know that. Ever. Everever.
The blush was dieing from her face as he began talking again, and she smiled widely. "No," Lia said truthfully. "But that's certainly not a negative thing. I'm not the epitome of femininity, although I do like boys, and I don't think there's anything wrong with not wearing frilly dresses or giggling frequently." She really liked K'vin, and she hoped that he wouldn't berate himself too badly over his admission. Sexuality didn't matter in the Weyr, not in the least.
Oh. Oh. Well if she couldn't promise then someday she may hurt her Lia and that was badbadbad and if anyone hurt her Lia then she would... would... Cryth didn't know, not having a single violent bone in her body. Maybe if her clutchsister had done anything violent, besides snarling, she could have retaliated, but the green severely doubted it. I can't see LiaMine ever hurting anyone! And she likes Yours alotalot. But... but... if you ever hurt Mine then I won't love you almostalmostmostest! she promised, delivering the most serious threat she knew. Mindvoice passive again, she continued, But if you don't then I will!!
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 6, 2010 21:22:22 GMT -5
Despite not believing in love at first sight, the weyrling was having serious thoughts about the occurrence of love-at-first-juggle. Truth be told, he had always laughed at the boys who would go on about how they had seen their love, and known that they were meant to be together forever. But wasn't that really what happened? Sure, there had been a delightful conversation that lasted candlemarks, but by the end of it, he had been proclaiming Raelwyn to be his best friend. And she was. Just because he didn't want to throw her down in the sand and have his wicked way with her (something Dali, he was sure, would loudly protest) didn't mean that he didn't love her. “Well, then, that settles it!” L'mar declared. “We'll see each other at least once a day!” An unrealistic idea, but.... still.
Oh yes, Dalisth was liking this girl more and more! I am magnificent, she agreed grandly, preening briefly under the praise. L'mar mock-groaned, causing more water to be flicked at him. The green was extra-careful now, however, so that she didn't make the girl wet. She liked her! “Now she's going to be insufferable. I know she's lovely and simply the best green on Pern, but the more people tell her, the more she wants to let all the other greens know,” the weyrling confided in Rael. “I just wish to spare their feelings!” The wink he gave to his best friend earned him another flick of water. Despite that, she continued on as if she didn't hear Hers. I love them! They are nuisances, but they are fantastic scrubbers, and they sometimes help 'MarMine in my baths, she told Raelwyn cheerily. In her annoyance with Hers, she left him out of the conversation again, causing him to pout dramatically at the edge of the water at Rael.
The bronze nuisance began sending her images- water, and then washing, just as she had just told his humanpet. Oh yes! Delighted, Dalisth crooned aloud, and then continued in mindspeak to the tiny little bronze. She especially liked him because he was a bronze, which meant king, and she liked kings, even if they were little. Yes, oh yes, you can help anytime! She bespoke him excitedly. Letting Raelwyn into the conversation, she added, We'll all be great friends!! Not only was the girl keeping His out of trouble and making him happy, her little bronze king, who was her cousin, was sending pictures of washing, which she liked a lot.
L'mar was still pouting, as Dali had yet to let him back into the conversation. However, when Rael began talking about their little blue, he brightened. “I don't,” he said, giving free reign as the flitter craned his neck out to look at the new human. Only when he got as close to her face as he could without leaving his bonded's shoulder did he chirp again. It landed him in a precocious position, balanced carefully, his wings partly extended, in a fairly comical expression, with his dull blue form extended. So far, he'd ignored the bronze, despite the fact that he was on the shoulder opposite of him and he was putting his paws all over his own bonded. Quite frankly, he didn't really care.
Already, Dalisth was tired of Hers' pouting. She liked the girl, and Hers was being silly, so she continued to directly bespeak the girl. Yes that's my nuisance. I love him! she told Rael. But me and silly Mine cannot find a name for him. Hopefully, the girl that had the nuisance of her own, and was such good friends with her L'mar, could help them with their predicament. And then she could go swim some more, and maybe find a nice blue to chat with for a candlemark or two. Better yet- she could sleep!
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 5, 2010 17:43:09 GMT -5
“I'm not entirely sure,” she told K'vin, biting her lip. After all, Lialla didn't want to give him any false hope. “But I'm almost certain. I read it in a Record. And, if you could talk to M'ma- he's a greenrider, and our Weyrling Master- well, then you may be completely assured of it.” Hoping that her first words didn't cause him too much distress, Lialla offered him a small smile. “Granted, K'vin, you'd have to be completely prepared. Know when she's proddy- when she's ready to Fly, she'll get moody, and probably develop a glow. You'll have to be cognizant, and then be ready to lock yourself away before the Flight.” Just in case their Weyrling Master wasn't sure of it, she wanted to make sure the boy, whom she counted as a decent friend, would know enough about it to execute.
Lialla truly had the best of both worlds. She had been born in the Weyr, had developed her original sense of morals and ethics and personality there, and then transferred to the Craft to grow up. She knew how people reacted to 'differences' that were so readily accepted at the Weyr. It let her have empathy as well as sympathy towards K'vin's problem. “You've been at Cerulean long enough, surely, to realize that we don't care whether or not your a hetero, or bi, or homo-sexual. Weyrfolk have to come to accept it, generally... there's too many greenflights to worry about who will engage in intercourse with who. Of course it's not wrong, K'vin!”
Although she was angry, and worried, and upset- a larger array of emotions than she remembered. Granted, she didn't remember much longer than a candlemark. Oh. The rapid emotions began to calm down with celerity. Oh. I guess I understand that, I guess. I love Mine and she is tiny, too, so I wouldn't want anyone to hurt her. But you're not going to hurt her, or be mean to her? Cryth asked.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 5, 2010 17:03:58 GMT -5
It became obvious that Tovsk hadn't chosen an appropriate tree as it became obvious of Rozsk's goal. Although it was a tall tree, it didn't have quite the height he would need if he wanted to follow her into the masking leaves. He leapt to another tree, closer to the one that Rozsk was on, but that one wouldn't carry his weight, either. Not if he was going to go all the way up. However, he knew that she couldn't stay up there for the Run, and so he merely stayed on his branch until she fell through the leaves.
Then it was back through the trees, jumping from tree to tree as he rushed down the branches, trying to stay slightly below his queen and far enough behind that he could keep her glowing form in sight, while still safely maneuvering the trees. His main concentration was on staying behind the gold- to do that, he had to dart beneath branches and crash through others, as he raced behind.
It was his one goal to follow the golden Rozsk, to prove himself to her, to win her. Alright, maybe that was three goals, but, in that order, was how they appeared in his mind. If he, first and foremost, couldn't keep up with her, then he sure as shells couldn't prove himself, and if he couldn't do that, then he couldn't win. Pushing the beginnings of burning muscles from his mind, and the scrapings of the branches against his hide, Tovsk focused fully on the Run, and his own running, his avoiding, his goal. Wings were spreading and closing at intervals, keeping his balance as well as protecting them from the sting of the branches as he made his way through the trees.
Eventually they found a river, which apparently signaled a short cease on their jungle run. They were on a banking, and the moonlight did lovely things for Rozsk's beautifully glowing hide. Tovsk did not croon as he wanted to towards his queen, wanting to conserve any energy he could so that he could continue running as long as possible. Instead, he followed the gold closely, just running a little more closely to the river, as she stayed closer to the jungle. The ground was less steady, and so he danced the line between sinking into the ground, which could possibly end his chances of winning the Run, and being completely unsteady on the hard bank.
This let him avoid most of the fallen trees, although not all of them. He leapt over them, until he faltered over one of the large ones. Recovering, Tovsk let out a burst of energy to regain his lost pace, and so he continued on his Run, moving upbank again to be closer to his queen.
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Post by Kaemi on Aug 5, 2010 14:23:51 GMT -5
It took Lialla a few blinks to digest the words that had fallen out of K'vin's mouth. First she had to insert pauses in between each word, and then she had to actually hear the individuals words, associating meaning. After she registered, it took another blink. "Oh," she said quietly, it being a breath instead of an actual sound. She dimly noticed that a green had snarled at her, but it wasn't Cryth, so she really didn't care. "That could be a problem," the weyrling continued briefly, actually thinking on it. It didn't take long before she found the memory. Just a few sevendays before leaving to the Weyr, she had read a Record about a young weyrling's first Flight.
"You don't have to have sex, you know, not the first time Asileth Flies," Lialla told him. "For the first few times, until you're comfortable, you can lock the doors. After undergoing some sexual frustration during and after the Flight, you'd still be a virgin until you were ready to deal with it on your own terms." Now with the other part, which she didn't really know much about the... other... part. "And we're in a Weyr, now, where you may like men or women without judgment. And men aren't so bad to like." She smiled up at K'vin.
Not only had the green which she loved almostalmostmostest had just snarled at both her as well as Hers. Cryth's tail stopped completely, her good mood dissolved, and she would have snarled right back if Lia had felt the tiniest bit afraid or angry. Instead she just felt confused and a little bit embarrassed. Why are you snarling at me and Mine?! she asked hotly, mindvoice obviously angry and a little bit hurt. She had liked her clutchsister a great deal, as the one she loved almostalmostmostest, but she was being mean to Hers!
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