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Post by Kaemi on Jul 31, 2010 21:09:46 GMT -5
Blushing Rael amused him greatly. L'mar didn't necessarily mean to embarrass her, but when she made it so easy... and she was just so adorable when she blushed! The flushed look worked well for his best friend. Grinning at her, he shook his head. “You're not all that great? Now, I don't believe that. You must charm everyone you meet as you've charmed me. And not everyone's a green-weyrling who just isn't as easily attracted to pretty girls as they are pretty boys.” The grin dropped, but he winked at her playfully. “You're right, though, it doesn't matter what you're wearing. You're certainly pretty enough that clothes don't change your appeal.” She may blush again. That could be fun! It was the first time he had admitted to Raelwyn that he was less than heterosexual, but it wasn't hard to guess.
Medically sound. But of course! He was quite glad that his best friend trusted him... even in this joking sense. Moreso, he was glad that she wanted him here. Which seemed to be the case, from how she was acting. She acted- genuinely pleased to have him around, which was a strange feeling. The only person who L'mar knew was happy with his presence was Dalisth. Quite frankly, that didn't count, because they were mindmates, dragon and rider (well, weyrling. Technicalities.), and unconditional love was sort of required. However, to find that he was wanted to be around by another person, someone not required to like him in the least... it was nice. His best friend. They were out of the infirmary now, so L'mar smiled down at her. “You are alright, right? About not Impressing?” Blunt, but a necessary question, all jokes aside.
The poor little green had been terribly flustered. “I think, little king, that what your humanpet is trying to tell you is that she'd rather you not attack your larger cousin upon sight.” He was smiling cheerily down at the bronze, who seemed to be a little confused at the conversation. Tydus was one of the best little creatures, reminiscent of his own little noname. Speaking of... L'mar really needed to name the blue. If he didn't come up with the name soon, he'd ask Rael for help. Actually, when they went to the beach so that he could teach her juggling, he'd probably ask for her opinions on a name. Oh, who was he kidding? He wouldn't come up with a name, so he would certainly be asking Raelwyn about her opinion on a name for his flitter. But he'd save it for a later date, most certainly.
He turned, so that he was walking down the hallway. Not surprisingly, the girl was amazingly light. Did she eat? Probably not enough. The other day in the Kitchens she'd just picked at the rolls he'd thrown at her. Gazing speculatively down at her, L'mar asked, “Do you eat enough? You must be too light.” He bounced her in his arms a little- of course, to emphasize how light she was, definitely not to see if she'd make any amusing noises. That would be terrible to do to an injured girl! Of course, he did avoid bumping her leg in any way, not wanting to hurt his best friend. “That we do, my love,” he told her grandly. “If it was to seem that we, as these grandiose men, failed to maintain our reputations... why, it'd be a terrible day. Just as the Damsels have reputations: if you were to ever act, in any way, un-Damsel-esque- and yes, thank you, best friend, that's a word- it could throw Pern off of it's axis.” He grinned at her, and despite her topic-change, the smile grew even brighter. Still, his voice was serious. “It's no problem, I promise you. You are, after all, my best friend, who I had to make sure was okay. And then, there was the matter of Tydus, who was angry beyond belief and wouldn't have let me go anywhere else.” L'mar was completely truthful, despite the playful quality of his words.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 31, 2010 19:39:51 GMT -5
Oh! Lialla had hoped that he wouldn't assume as such by her distractedness, and the blush on her cheeks grew brighter as he began to rumble. Sure, she hadn't been crazy about being around so many people after such a life-changing event, but she wasn't unhappy with K'vin's company. His conversation was actually quite refreshing. But maybe this was his way to get her to leave, because he wanted to be alone. That would be a little disappointing, but of course she understood. Cheeks red, Lia waited for him to finish speaking. "Oh, no," she reassured quickly, "I don't mind your company in the slightest. However..." her voice faded off, and she fought to keep the worry from it. It wouldn't be terrible, being alone, as she wouldn't be alone. As he had said. But she did like the idea that maybe she could make another friend here. "I'd completely understand if you did. You did just bond to Asileth, and if you, she, and Toll want to be alone, I can go back to my barracks."
She was actually quite impressed that she had managed to remember Toll's name. Hm. Or, at least, she hoped that was his name.
Cryth, too, was worried about her standing with someone she thought may become her friend. Her clutchsister Asileth hadn't responded to her... or, she had, but by growling. Maybe she did hate her! That'd be terrible! Cryth didn't want to be hated! Alarmed, the green reached out to her clutchsister. Are you okay, Sister Asileth? I didn't mean to make you angry... I'm sorry... do you still like me?
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 27, 2010 22:24:26 GMT -5
A slight nod followed R'tel's words, but Toven still didn't quite understand. "What does the age of sixteen have to do with your weyrlinghood?" he pried, confusion riddling his brows. "Obviously, if she can do all of those things- which I have no doubt, as she seems to be capable- then I see no reason why you cannot fly with the rest of the wings. You should be of no importance, as long as your dragon is able-bodied." He didn't mean it offensively, but it was true. What they needed were fighting dragons, and if they were keeping this young man back due to age, then they were fools, the lot of them. As long as he was of stable mind, and didn't lead his dragon between, then it was her that mattered.
She seemed to be a pretty dragon, too. "Express my greetings to your Ineth, as well..." his voice faded off as the green bespoke him, directly. Toven actually blinked, unseeing in his shock for a moment or two. He had only had a dragon speak mentally to him a handful of times, and it was always with a great purpose. R'tel's green seemed to have no problem with it, and he marveled at that before the words. Once he did get to the words, however, he narrowed his eyes at the weyrling. "What did she say, exactly?" he asked. Although his words weren't harsh, they were obviously expecting an answer, and Tov made sure that they conveyed his unhappiness if he didn't receive a suitable one. "I don't mind that she bespoke me, mind you, but I would wish to know what she said to you in the first place."
But R'tel looked uncomfortable now, and Toven could only hope that he did answer. He couldn't force anything, or even tell if he was lying- the latter was just a human lacking, and the former was because he had no authority (other than the basics of being a higher-ranking person, which didn't really mean anything) over anyone except the future wherlings. So he would answer his question, if only to make sure that he wouldn't make things uncomfortable. Despite the considerable age gap, the young man was a dragonrider, no mind to actual rank, and dragonriders and wher handlers needed to work together on some basic level. Conversation, as much use as it did, could be a building block.
It probably wouldn't help here, and Toven knew it. So, alright, the real reason was because he liked Ineth. She had spunk.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 27, 2010 15:05:03 GMT -5
Bringing up Ista brought a distant look into his eyes. L'mar had always been close with his family (even after his sister left, he had had his parents), and he had always had a multitude of friends. It wasn't so bad with the weather- in fact, it had been reminiscent of the Southern weather they experienced here. Maybe not so tropical, but it had been warmer than the rest of the North. He had enjoyed Ista a great deal, and he hadn't left because of something that happened there. He had left because he wanted to Impress. “I miss it, yeah. It was... great up there, with the people that I grew up with. And it was warm. But I don't regret leaving.” Who could regret leaving anywhere, if they met their other half?
It was interesting hearing about the interaction between their firelizards. His little blue had yet to meet any other of his kind, other than his big cousin, Dalisth. And he'd never really had close interaction with flitters, himself, sparing Tydus. The thought of the egotistical bronze got a smile from L'mar, but he moved on quickly. Apparently, firelizards interacted with one another pretty well, if what they were saying held true to others, as well. Interesting.
However, neither of them were much help when it came to naming the blue. Other people had named their flitters, which only solidified the idea that Rael, his best friend, would be burdened with the task. Less work for him! L'mar shrugged, grinning at the two other guys, “Oh, it's no problem, I was just wondering. I'm either going to have to call him no-name for the rest of my life, or have one of my good friends-” his best friend, actually, “name him.” However, part of a story caught his ears, and the weyrling perked. “When you say your runner... do you mean that you actually have a runner? That's your own?”
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 27, 2010 14:29:12 GMT -5
Who: L'mar and Raelwyn ^_^ What: Er... whatever they end up doing. When: About a week after the Hatching, early afternoon Where: On the beach
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Finally, finally, finally!
It had taken a few days to settle everything down, to make sure that Raelwyn would be alright, and to find shared free time. Who knew that the schedules of Weyrlings and Candidates clashed so badly? But they had finally made the plans. It was (a little) surprising that L'mar was actually the first one there, but he had to make sure that Dalisth would be nice. So he promised to go swimming with her, first. His green was delighted to have some time in the water that wasn't specifically for bathing.
So L'mar left his things (including a small, unobtrusive blue flitter, who was sleeping at the moment) and joined Dalisth in the water without a second thought. He wanted her to be nice to his best friend, and although the green seemed to like her, she had a habit of being finicky when it came to Hers' female attention. As in, she wanted all of it. The weyrling took a good candlemark to reassure his lovely little green that he would always love her most... although, really, it mainly involved splashing about in the water. Dali could be a bit of a tomboy when she was in a good mood, and she had no trouble with dunking her beloved mindmate into the water.
The little blue, left back at shore, was what it took to drag both L'mar and Dalisth out of the water. He was still just a baby creature, having hatched only a few sevendays previously, and the green had grown quite attached to him. It wasn't L'mar, but it was Dalisth, who realized after only a few moments that the flitter had woken up, and she encouraged the move back to the beach, so that he wouldn't be lonely. Our little nuisance should not be left alone for so long, and isn't the girl coming soon, anyways? They swam back towards the shore, the petite green deciding to linger in the shallows a bit longer.
There was a blanket spread on the beach, being held down at one corner by a basket, filled with rolls and juice, the second by his clothes, another by the juggling balls (he had promised, after all), and the fourth corner was held down by the little no-name. As he got dressed, L'mar debated over whether or not that should just be his name- No-Name. No. That is unacceptable for our little nuisance- he needs a proper name. You should ask the girl, Dali suggested. She was being very picky about the name for the blue, denying that anything L'mar suggested was a 'proper name'. He huffed, but acquiesced, wishing that his best friend would arrive so that Dalisth wouldn't scold him anymore.
The green splashed a bit of water towards the shore; not enough to actually wet him, but to get his attention. Like she will stop me!
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 26, 2010 19:15:06 GMT -5
Drawing her knees up beside her, as opposed to in front of her, Lialla nodded slowly. Three months seemed like a long time... but to be honest, she wasn't entirely sure of her own arrival date. "I got here the day previous to the Touching," she told him. She hadn't been keeping track too strictly, but it couldn't have been longer than a few sevendays. Interesting- it felt both shorter and longer than that. But, then again, it felt like she'd known and had Cryth all of her life, which could be playing a factor. Reaching out to stroke the green's tail was instinctive as soon as her thoughts roamed to the vibrant creature.
Her delay to answer the second question was notable, but (hopefully) not so drastic that it seemed as though she had forgotten about K'vin. Finally, Lialla looked back up, blushed slightly at her distraction, and then answered. "I was originally weyrbred, from Ista, but I spent a good deal of time at the Star CraftHall at Honshu." The CraftHall would be missed, greatly, but she would give it up again, a million times, for Cryth. And she had pushed aside her longing for her family and Ista a long time ago.
Cryth was absolutely delighted that her clutchsister didn't hate her; oh, attention! Her tail danced excitedly behind her, pausing only when Hers petted it for a moment. I am veryvery glad! I was afraid that I did something wrong, so I'm veryvery glad to find out that I didn't! Each sentence was punctuated by a wave of her tail in the air, and then brought down to the floor with a light tap. I don't hate you or Yours, either, she added, as if to reassured Asileth.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 25, 2010 21:59:30 GMT -5
Too young? Toven gave the man a considering look, and, noting his gangliness, merely shrugged. "Well met, R'tel," he said brusquely. He looked a bit youthful, but there was nothing against that in weyrling rules, was there? He'd never extensively gone over them... but if dragons matured in two turns, wasn't that what counted? After all, if they Searched for boys age twelve and up, it was odd that they didn't allow them to graduate until the boys mature. "You ride Ineth, so you're a rider," he decided. That meant that he could be right, and so Tov nodded decisively.
"If you don't mind me asking..." like that really mattered. He wanted to know, whether or not the man- alright, young man- minded. "Why are you still ferrying those things around? If you've graduated, that is." And the dragon, just from what Toven could discern, looked full grown. So what was the problem? He took the roll offered by R'tel with a thankful nod. This was, in reality, his breakfast, and he would enjoy it. Of course he hadn't thought to bring his own food.
Toven began slowly eating the roll, an honest smile developing on his lips as the inquiry was made. "I like Rukbat, same as every other sane human. Just because my wher's photo-phobic doesn't mean I have to be." Words that may have contained a sharper tone were softened: after all, hadn't he been thinking the same thing? And wouldn't Tovsk ask him just the same thing, once he knew?
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 25, 2010 18:35:44 GMT -5
It was much too early for him to be awake, but he was restless. Toven wandered around the Weyr, making his way (eventually) towards the beach. It would be candlemarks before Tovsk woke up, and he would make sure to be back at the apartments before the brown noticed his absence. The sun was shining brightly, and he turned his face up to meet the rays. He got out often enough, for him, but he was still a handler to a nocturnal creature, and couldn't be expected to spend too much time soaking up sunrays or walking with the hot sand beneath his toes.
As soon as he had walked onto the beach, he had shaken his boots off and left them behind a rock barrier. Toven enjoyed simple pleasures, to say the least, like the sand between his toes. It reminded him of when he and Isya used to--. Abruptly, he cut his own thoughts off. No. Anger brimmed to the surface of his mind, but he ignored it with a stubborn mindset, and instead focused on Rukbat and the sand in between his toes. There were other people on the beach, but they were ignored in his determination to keep his temper.
He ended up at a cliff, leaning his back on the base. It was shady, but still warm, and he stuck his feet out into the sunshine so that his toes could curl in the hot sand. Only when he was strictly comfortable did Toven bother to look around (as he probably should have before sitting down, but... you know). There was a man, a dragonrider if he read him correctly, also at the base of the cliff. He didn't know him personally, but that didn't mean a single thing. Not wanting to be rude, Tov turned his torso- although refusing to move his feet from the sand- and offered his hand.
"I'm Toven, handler of brown Tovsk," he greeted quietly. "You're a rider?" It would be interesting to see if he was correct. The man just... held himself like most riders; not to mention there was a dragon in the ocean without explanation. It would make sense if that was his own.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 22, 2010 0:46:53 GMT -5
He fluttered his lashes exaggeratedly. “I am quite irresistible,” L'mar agreed, overt in his flirtation. It was impossible to hold, however... Rael was quite a pretty girl, and around his age. She was determined, quick-witted, and charming. She understood him, put up with him, respected and understood his Dalisth. She was his perfect match- in a best friend. Maybe it could have been more, but his attraction to her was completely platonic. Actually, that fact was quite disappointing. He hadn't left out, after all, that she was a gorgeous girl. He had to be favoring the boys if he didn't completely want to jump on her, but you know, she was his best friend, and it'd get kind of weird if he just wanted to have sex with her. Awkward, much?
Ah, how he loved his theories today. L'mar was quite proud of them: he thought that they were ingenious, and if he wasn't joking, then he might actually think that they were true. Interesting thought. But no, he was completely in jest, and his theories weren't meant to be considered seriously, so he wouldn't even attempt to do so. It was true that the only real reason he was even mentioning them (other than their pure genius, of course!) was to put that look on her face, that look of utter delight that she couldn't contain. He loved it absolutely. He didn't think that he had ever been able to make someone look so happy: it was something that he had valued more than he would have previously assumed. “My theories are always sound, dearest Raelwyn, and it won't take long before you realize this.”
Despite the fact that he had brought it up, the weyrling was a little disturbed by his own crafted image. Rael riding bronze... with Tydus on her shoulder. No, as she said, that just wouldn't be a good idea. The little king would probably torment the larger one in between with his fierce egotism and jealousy. “You're right, yet again,” L'mar told her. “See, what would I do without you to curb my ideas? I might have snuck onto the Sands when the next clutch was laid, and whispered to all of the largest eggs about my best friend, and how breathtakingly spectacular she was. Of course, because I am me, and I wield such spectacular influence with all man and dragon kind, at least one of these eggs would have hatched bronze and decided that you are their mindmate forever!” The large grin on his face dissipated into a troubled look as he continued. “This, of course, would mean that the battle between the two bronzes- your little king, here, and your supposed dragon- would have ensued, throwing the Weyr into eternal turmoil. No, your warning is much appreciated.” Still, he shook his head sadly. She would have made a fantastic bronzerider!
There it was again. The happiness, the joy, that lit her eyes when he began on one of his wickedly-humorous (if he could say so himself... oh, who was he kidding, of course he would say so himself!) rants. Ooh, the blush, too? That was success. He wasn't entirely sure why she was blushing- he had only been teasing, as usual, and the topic had been focused on himself, anyways. His brow furrowed for a moment, before relaxing. What it the 'lovely jewel' comment? It had to be, there was nothing else he could catch! Silly girl, acting all bashful around him. He shook his head, but refrained from commenting. They'd work on her self-esteem later. Or, maybe, they could avoid the topic altogether and have it just gradually build from his incessant, offhanded compliments. Yes, that could work too. Ignoring the fact that all adolescent girls had self-esteem issues, there was no reason a girl as lovely as she should have a problem like that... especially one would was his best friend! L'mar wasn't that conceited, but he still didn't want Raelwyn doubting herself in such a way.
L'mar still couldn't believe how long they had sat there, discussing anything and everything. Shells, they'd managed to fit the weather into their completely unconnected topics of conversation. “You and me, both,” he said as he, too, stood. A little bit of remorse was written on his face as he shook his head at her inquiry. “No, no, it's fine. I was a candidate for turns and turns- I know how strict the Candidate Master is on curfew, and when you first meet Dali, I want you to have all the time you need to charm her.” Granted, it being Raelwyn, she wouldn't need much time at all, but still. The weyrling chuckled a bit, waited until she straightened, and moved to pull her into a hug. “This is the most fun I've had in a long while, best friend,” he told her cheerily. “We'll meet at the beach sometime soon, alright? You have, after all, this erratic notion that I could be decent on instrumentals, and I have the intense urge to teach you how to juggle.” There was a pause. “I'll see you soon, lovely Rael, but if I don't see you again before the hatching, good luck. Don't get yourself mauled by any angry dragonets!”
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 21, 2010 19:51:42 GMT -5
Oh, don't worry in the least. I absolutely understand the love for the sunshine!! Have fun camping, and I'll eagerly await your return.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 20, 2010 22:10:24 GMT -5
Although he gave a heaving sigh at her words, L'mar knew very well that she was far from antisocial. "I suppose your current look will attract more of the boyos than a brooding look," he told her solemnly. "I have faith that you could pull it off, but the charming look that all the boys have already deemed 'Rael' suits you far more." The weyrling winked at her. Oh, sure, Raelwyn could do well with any looked assigned to her, but he couldn't imagine her in any other way than the smiling, playful, confident queen candidate he had met the other day in the Kitchens.
"Oh, good. I was worried that you didn't trust my, very professional, opinions." he told her, his grin still in place. L'mar was a bit too pleased that his best friend wasn't seriously harmed to be able to play his parts as well tonight. Oh, well, it wouldn't last for long. In all actuality, he'd been just as worried as Tydus about her injury. While he hadn't thought it was life-threatening (if there had been that risk, he doubted that the bronze would have stayed with him, despite all instructions the little king had been previously given), the weyrling worried that the green had done more damage than he could have seen from his angle. It was just baseless worries, but he was still in a state of relief that he could prove them baseless.
It was worrisome, when a friend like he had in Raelwyn was wounded in such a situation. Where he could see her, see it happen, see the culprit... and do nothing. Not assist her in any way, or reassure her, or convict the one who caused the harm because, of course, she was just as innocent. "She looked like someone was chasing her, or something. The poor girl," L'mar agreed, his voice developing a quiet tone. "I've seen too many mauling dragonets who are the sweetest little things after they've Impressed, but are little monsters breaking shell." Who could blame them? Trapped in a dark, warm place, and then bursting into a bright world with a bunch of staring people, accompanied by an instinctive knowledge that they had to find Theirs, or cease to exist. Scary thoughts, if he did say so himself. "So no clawing out of any eyes." He smiled.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and L'mar straightened his shoulders and lifted his chin in a comedic manner. "Then, Miss Damsel in Distress, to the Barracks we go! Aww, look, she's even blushing." If he had spoken in a louder tone, the tone he used might have drawn eyes. It was the type of tone that traders used at a stall, meant to attract attention. As it was, L'mar only wished to tease her a bit more. "No worries, milady. I am your large, strong, best friend and I shall eagerly bring you to your things so that you may change, and look fit to be cradled in my muscular arms." Tossing his non-existent locks, he winked at her.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 19, 2010 22:29:41 GMT -5
Greetings, Eneth Dalisth said. She liked him. He was a bronze, and handsome, and on top of it all, he wasn't a deadglow like some of her other clutchsiblings. Did she mention that he was a bronze? Mine and I are doing well. Or, I'm doing well, and Mine's trying not to fall asleep. I hope you and Yours are fairing well, she continued calmly. She was glad that he had come over near her. She liked him. He was a bronze.
L'mar rolled his eyes at Dali's thoughts: he wasn't sure what her deal was with all the boy dragons. Smiling in greeting at F'ren, the weyrling shrugged. "I guess. It looks like an odd bunch this time around, but it's not like us older ones are any more normal. I hear that kid over there-" he nodded at C'ko- "has an imaginary flitter... which is actually pretty cool." Yes, he'd have to get to know their youngest weyrling, who was yelling in his greeting of one of the only two new female weyrlings. Seemed like he'd be fun to get to know.
Speaking of the girl. She was, if he wasn't mistaken, the one that S'ren had pointed out at the Hatching. The one who's green had clawed his best friend. Neither weyrling nor dragon could be blamed, of course, and he'd never even think of holding it against them, but it was a good identifying tool. Oh, the Lesson was starting. Yay.
"It's too early!" he whined to M'ma loudly, fully expecting to be ignored by their exuberant Weyrling Master. Actually, L'mar was waking up quickly. Not quickly enough to be paying attention to the Lesson, of course, but he knew most of it already. At the section on alcohol, he couldn't help but look over to grin at S'ren, who was obviously hurting from her fun evening the night before. That was pretty much the only thing he really heard, at least until he was released to feed and bathe Dalisth. The green was unwilling to let him ignore those words, and so the weyrling complied. Leading the prettiest green of the bunch off (alright, granted, he was a bit biased. Shh, don't tell anyone), he nudged L'cin to express his sympathies.
"Your sister looks delightful this morning. After this, do you want to find some large metal objects to bang around her?"
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Lialla nodded to K'vin when he neared her. They had spoken the previous evening, after the Hatching, when avoiding the Feast... but frankly, she was glad that he didn't try to talk to her. Anything that came out of her mouth this morning wasn't guaranteed to be coherent. This was a different kind of tired than she had been experiencing with her odd sleep schedule. This was the kind of tired that responded negatively towards speech and motor function. Oh goody. She got to try and listen to whatever their Weyrling Master, M'ma, was saying.
Oh... even more delightful. The green weyrling winced when C'ko came up and began yelling his greeting. Alright, so he wasn't actually yelling, but he just sounded so excited and alert. It was the equivalent to yelling when Rukbat had yet to hit a decent mark in the sky. "Morning. How are you so awake[?" she implored. "Don't you sleep?" Probably not. This was C'ko they were talking about. He had already claimed that sleeping was unnecessary, and he frequently mocked her for her devotion to the practice.
Listening to M'ma was a chore, but Lia managed enough that she knew to grab the smallest carcass for her tiny dragonet. She wasn't entirely aware of what she was grabbing (which was probably a good thing...) but instead began chopping it up as good as she could manage. Cryth didn't complain, instead happy to devour whatever Hers could manage to cut off. Of course, she wasn't silent, but was chattering away. To who, Lialla didn't know-- oh. Her green was talking to her. -so I'm not sure whether or not I should say hihi and I want to talk to my clutchsiblings but I don't want them all to hate meme and there's older ones here too soso I was to meet them and make new friends but maybe I should wait until they eat and are happier what should I do LiaMineMine?
The weyrling blinked at her dragons words, trying to go through them again and figure out what Cryth had just babbled about. Oh. You should probably say hi to Peth, since you and he are friends. Other than that, I'm not sure, sweetheart, the girl replied, floored. She wasn't the best at social situations, herself, and her green's brain worked in a completely different way, one which was alien to Lialla. She had a feeling, though, that she would never figure it out, and that she should just accept it. Alright! Turning her head unnecessarily towards the ugly blue, Cryth greeted him happily. Hihi Peth!
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 18, 2010 15:40:09 GMT -5
Who: Tevon and whoeverrr. Where: Library When: Just before dusk Why: Scheduling and writing out lessons
Tevsk was still asleep. The brown would wake soon, Tevon was sure, but they didn't have to be on Watch for another few candlemarks. His wher would do fine on his own until he had finished in the Library. Anyways, it was necessary that he write out the very basic outline for the wherling lessons that would be taking place sooner or later. He had yet to be one caught unprepared, and he refused to start that trend now. Assigned a job, he would do it, and do it well. Still, after a minute or two, he sighed and pushed the papers away from him. This was exhausting.
Looking around the Library, Tevon took a moment to marvel at the number of Records that were here. For a Weyr that had been decimated by sickness, then hastily moved to a new location, they had a significant amount of information. Moving his mind quickly from the thought of the sickness and Silver Cove at all, he focused back on his own work. The only experience he had with wherling lessons was when he had been attending them, himself. This was bound to be interesting, but to be honest, Tov was quite happy for the distraction. He didn't mind teaching, as long as the little brats didn't mess with him or try to become his friend so as to garner favor. Or even try to become his friend at all, for any reason.
His wher, too, was excited. Tovsk was interested in the idea of little whers and smaller people who would be the little whers' handlers. The brown was staunchly ignoring the fact that wherlings tended to be an older group of people, often failed-dragon candidates. In Toven's opinion, the brown would do better with the creche boys and girls, but that just wasn't going to happen. Shaking his head, the wherhandler pushed the thoughts of his wher from his head as he had done with Silver Cove and the sickness (albeit for different reasons) and again began to write out the lessons.
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Kaemi
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 18, 2010 15:24:27 GMT -5
After shaking his hand, Lialla sat back down on her feet. She liked this boy- he was quiet, like herself, which was a good break after hyperactive, imaginative Che-- oh, or C'ko. It was odd to think of the young boy, who she deemed 'friend', as a dragonrider. But, in spite of (and perhaps because of) his overactive imagination, she felt that he would make a good rider. If he survived weyrlinghood. Anyways. This new boy, K'vin he said... Lia liked him, and his willingness to not chatter incessantly. It was nice to be able to hear herself think. Her smile grew to a proportion so that maybe, now, her companion could see it; she didn't even have to force it as she looked up at him. "How long have you been at the Weyr?" she inquired. Maybe, despite his initial shyness, he could hold conversation, as well. That would be absolutely delightful.
It would be nice to have a fellow weyrling who could converse with her easily. Since coming here, Lialla had wished for a good conversation. C'ko was a sweet kid, and she liked him a lot. Zan, whom she had met doing chores, was nice as well. But neither were spectacular conversationalists. Neither, it seemed, was K'vin, but that could just be a barrier of unfamiliarity. Either way, it'd still be nice to be comfortable with another of her fellow weyrlings. That way she wouldn't be completely estranged here at Cerulean.
It delighted Cryth beyond words when Asileth responded to her. So...so you do not hate me for something I've done?! she asked her clutchsister excitedly, not caring that the other green wasn't giving her her full attention. She was just happy that she had yet to make, as she had found, any enemies. That would be sad. Mine Mine!! ClutchsisterAsileth doesn't hate me! the vibrant green told Hers excitedly. Of course she doesn't, love. Who could hate you?
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Kaemi
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 17, 2010 11:25:13 GMT -5
Listening to her histrionic noises and speech, L'mar rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. “A talent for perfect timing, hm?” he asked, the beginnings of a scheme forming in his mind. Then he shook his head and focused back on Raelwyn- the weyrling could think of all these lovely things later. Now, however, was one of the few times he could spend time with his best friend. Deadpan, he continued, “See, I wouldn't call that perfect timing. I'd call that terrible timing... unless you're bordering along antisocial and hate large gatherings with delighted people. Is that your secret, Raelwyn? Are you practically antisocial, and do you loathe happy people and their get-togethers?” He shook his head in disappointment at his final determination. “I guess that's okay... I mean, I'm still your best friend...” Now it was his turn to give an overly-dramatic sigh.
“No problem, my devoted patient,” he said, smiling at her. As she continued to talk, L'mar pouted. “Does that mean that you didn't trust my diagnosis just all on my own?” the weyrling asked, the beginnings of sulking infusing his voice. He huffed quietly, and then dropped the act completely to purely grin. In all actuality, he had been worried that she wasn't completely fine. Sure, she wouldn't die from a few leg wounds, not with the care they had here. Blood loss couldn't have been extensive enough to cause her any serious damage. But the little green dragon that had cut her before running over to the girl that S'ren had claimed looked like him may had nicked something serious. Of course he didn't know enough about healing to... well... know anything about that. But surely she would have been less cheery if something serious had been injured, other than skin.
Good, she wanted to go. Now that he knew that she was alright, L'mar would have been upset if she didn't. Still, he rolled his eyes. He had been doing that a lot... “Your little king probably just wants to go to find the little green that did this to you and claw her eyes out,” the weyrling said with a grin. He knew that dragons couldn't be held accountable for what they did as hatchlings, especially considering that it was a rare case, indeed, when they remembered what they did, but Tydus had been an angry, spitting little bronze on the way over here. He seemed better now that he knew that his bonded was alive and well, at least.
She had to be carried? Well, that posed a problem... except, not. As soon as that expression came onto her face, L'mar stood, brushed off his tunic and trousers, and then swept her off the bed to cradle her in his arms. “Well, then, I guess that takes care of that,” he told her with a smile just as mischievous. “Do you want to change out of your robe, or just go straight to the Hatching Feast? You don't look stunning, but right next to me, nobody will notice.” A wink. In all reality, she didn't look all that bad. She would probably still want to change, though.
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