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Post by Kaemi on Jul 16, 2010 13:44:17 GMT -5
No running, no quiet prayers. Hm. It seemed that she accepted his 'best friend' status. Silly girl. Honestly, though, L'mar was very pleased at her reaction. The smile on her face was shining and her words were playful, yet honest. She really was going to be his best friend! Of course, no matter what her reaction had been, she still would have been. But he'd have had to be more creative about it. This way, he would only have to use said creativity when he wanted to mess with Rael. Nodding in response to her wink, he said, “As you should be. See, that's what I like the most about you, dearest Raelwyn. You appreciate me!” He chuckled quietly before sincerely smiling at her. The weyrling, truthfully, didn't think he'd ever been comfortable with someone this quickly. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he liked that.
Eyes fell on the bronze flit, stirring every so often from his slumber to swish his tail and make random noises. He didn't seem nearly so pretentious in sleep. “I have another theory,” L'mar told her with a small smile. His eyes were twinkling- always a bad sign. “Ego is directly related to body mass. Tydus can have a very large ego because he is a smaller creature, and it doesn't make such a large interference on karmic balance. On the other hand, bronze dragons are so large, that if they had as proportionally large of ego as your little king, here, it would upset the balance of the world, and everyone would die.” He nodded to emphasize the morbid end to his statement. “Therefore, not even a bronze dragon will ever have the great ego that surrounds Tydus... and no other creature other than a bronze dragon has the capacity to hold such a narcissistic presence. Ty is a very special creature, indeed.” Grinning widely at Rael, he shrugged and winked, as though this was the way that it was, and there was nothing anyone could do to change it.
Usually he didn't have such a large amount of theories. But these were just too good not to share!
With any other person, L'mar had the feeling that he would have been severely uncomfortable after having said those words. They just sort of... came out. So he wasn't sure which was more of a testament to his comfort level with Rael: that he felt completely comfortable after saying it, or that he had felt comfortable enough before hand to not entirely watch what he was saying. Either way, it was a good feeling. “I can see it now: Raelwyn, the first female rider of Bronze in all of Pernese history,” he said with a small accompanying laugh. That would be... interesting, to say the least. And beyond amusing, he was sure! “And then you could still be a weyrleader!” Impossible prospects that were all too much fun. His smile grew even wider when he rolled his eyes at Rael and reassured her, “One: I have yet to find a semblance of an ego about you other than natural self-confidence. I'm your best friend, and I should know these things. Two: If Tydus can fit through the door, I think you'll be fine.”
It was nice to be enjoying the company of one so like-minded, in that they smiled often and didn't mind jesting. Yes, the weyrling quite liked being around Rael, and he found himself wanting this meal to not end, as well as wishing for it to end so that they could set a date to meet at the beach. That, he was sure, would be great fun. He would teach her how to juggle, and she would teach him some form of instrument-handling. He wasn't sure of the ins and outs of harpering, but he was willing to learn if it would mean that he could have some form of the comfort level they had had today. This was quite nice. And L'mar wasn't at all jesting when he said that Raelwyn was his best friend.
Oh, she had no idea. He lifted his eyebrows playfully as a smirk played on his lips. “Ah, yes, my charm. More people than you may think are unappreciative of my charms. Whether it is due to jealousy or not is not my concern, but there are a few who actually don't appreciate me.” L'mar heaved a sigh. “It's alright, though, because plenty of people like me well enough.” A pause, and a wink. “Or, at least, plenty of people that matter, such as lovely jewels like yourself.” He wasn't even lying- a lot of people weren't fond of him, but the ones that did like him weren't bad people in the least. And then, well, then there was Rael, who was his best friend and in a class of all her own. Raelwyn was sort of awesome, if he did say so himself, and she was delightful to be around. He wouldn't be surprised if he could just sit and talk to her for candlemarks, jesting and joking.
Actually, how long had they been sitting there? The rolls were gone, Tydus was asleep, Dalisth was getting antsy, and he would bet that the sky was beginning to darken. “Rael... how long have we been talking?” he asked with a large smile. “People are starting to come in- I think it might be time for supper.” L'mar's eyes were laughing. He was usually very conscientious of time, especially since Dalisth needed to be fed on a rather strict schedule. Apparently, his new best friend and the discussions they had were a bit... consuming. Are you hungry, sweetheart? he asked Dalisth. He didn't want to leave, but if she was, then they would have to soon. His green was, after all, his first priority, above all other things. Thankfully, Raelwyn seemed to understand that.
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FYI..
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 15, 2010 18:48:43 GMT -5
I hope your talk goes well, and your surgery, too! <3
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 14, 2010 23:41:15 GMT -5
“Sweetheart, may I try something? I hail from a Weyr, originally, and noticed things about dragonriders when I was younger. Instances where they didn't speak to their dragons, but presumably, communicated through their mental link. It's not just one-way,” Lialla went on in the silence of the main barracks, assuming that all the other weyrlings were at the Feast. Sure sure, Minelove, Cryth replied cheerily, waiting on her haunches excitedly for someone else to enter. Unlike Hers, the green had full faith that someone would show up, someone who she could meet and talk to and be friends with, like she was friends with Peth!
Lialla nodded, and was about to start experimenting when she heard someone walk into the Barracks. The girl looked up from her cross-legged position on the floor, to see the face of a fellow weyrling. Although she wasn't entirely sure of his name, she recognized his face from Lessons and the Hatching. Obvious, he had Impressed green, like herself- his green was by his side, apparently conversing with a flitter. “Greetings,” she said quietly. She hadn't come out here to talk to people... although she had agreed to Cryth's plan. And so she would talk. “Congratulations on Impressing. I'm Lialla, and this is Cryth.” The weyrling offered her hand, coming to her knees so that he wouldn't be forced to bend over so as to shake her hand.
Introduced, Cryth swiveled her head to look at her clutchsister, as though waiting for a greeting. That none had come thus-far worried her. Mine, why does my clutchsister Asileth dislike me, why does she dislike me? the hatchling implored, her tone mournful. I don't... don't think I did anything to her or Hers, right Mine? Right? The details of the Hatching were already seriously blended together for both dragon and weyrling, but neither remembered an offense towards Asileth, and it was doubtful that the other green would have, either. So Lialla looked down at her little mindmate and, natural as breathing, replied silently. I can't imagine. She may be shy. Why don't you say hi, first?
Despite Hers being unaware, the green responded excitedly. You did it, Mine, you did it! You did what you were about to try to do! It took a moment, but Lialla caught on, and looked back at K'vin with a rather large smile on her face. Cryth, excited as well, decided to follow up on Lia's advice. Hi, clutchsister, hi, she greeted, hoping that she hadn't done anything offense to her to make someone a non-friend so soon. She didn't want to make any non-friends, after all.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 14, 2010 23:08:48 GMT -5
Missing the looks on both Kheron's and Kivin's faces, L'mar had no chance to reassure them that he was just jesting... Although it was likely that he would have just reaffirmed their fears. Aw, he wasn't that bad. He'd never kill anyone, nor would he harm them in any way. It was all in good fun! “That always escaped me, as well,” he returned with a shrug. Unless he was pranking, he did what he was told to do when it came with the food. The weyrling, too, had a few... less than positive experiences when he tried his hand at cooking. Leave it to the professionals. L'mar was, however, a dab-hand at adding the exact spicing as he was instructed, being meticulous in his measurements. The cooks knew better than to even allow him this, however, as they were well aware that they couldn't know exactly what he was adding to their dinners.
Monaco Bay... Silver Cove Hold. Other than Kivin's Healer Hall stay, it seemed that they both originated from the Southern Continent, and closer to Cerulean than to any other Weyr. It made sense that they were here to try and Impress. L'mar, on the other hand, came from a completely different Continent and wandered down here to try his hand at a new Weyr. If he hadn't, he never would have had his Dalisth-- by all means, it was worth it! “I hail from Ista Weyr, but after Standing a few times, I decided that I'd like to experience the South,” he told them with another smile. “Hope you liked Fort, and the rest of the North,” the weyrling told Kivin. That was where the Healer- and Harper- Halls were, although he'd never been, himself. That was where Rael was from, though.
“Dalisth is fairing very well, thank you.” That was kind, the weyrling thought briefly, before previously-mentioned green cut through his thoughts. I'm glad you're finding some male friends, Mine, she said. L'mar could imagine, in his mind's eye, Dali's tail twitching as she said it. Or... maybe it wasn't his imagination. He still didn't quite understand the whole mental-bond; after growing up in a Weyr and then Impressing, himself. The main thing that he understood was that she had this uncanny ability to barge into his mind and interrupt his thoughts, and then escaping his anger because Hers simply couldn't bear being even frustrated with her. It worked out quite nicely for the green, and to be honest, he didn't mind all too much. How could he? She was his absolutely perfect companion.
Listening to them talk on firelizards, an idea popped into L'mar's head. “You both have flitters?” he asked. Well, that was obvious and rhetorical, so he didn't wait for an answer before continuing, “I Impressed a blue a few days ago, the sole survivor of what I assume was a poorly-hidden green clutch. Found him on the beach. But, anyways, I've been trying to name him... how did you name yours?” He would end up asking Raelwyn, most likely. After all, he had never named a creature before, and the poor thing would be stuck with the name for quite a long time. L'mar would rather not have his blue suffer with a terrible name, especially not when he was sure that his best friend could help him! In the meantime, however, asking Kivin and Kheron suggestions was a good idea. He liked them- they seemed like good folk, and clever, so they could probably help.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 14, 2010 13:16:26 GMT -5
Who: The rebellious weyrlings who don't go to Feasts... or who are shy... or just random people who wander into the barracks. XD What: Sitting in the Barracks When: Evening post-Hatching Where: Main Weyrling Barracks.
It was late... and Lialla wasn't looking forward to going to the Feast. She would much rather get settled in in her new barracks, and then go to sleep. Even with her unconventional sleep-schedule, the weyrling was wiped out post-Hatching. The festivities held little for her, although Cryth was bouncing off the walls, utterly elated at the idea of meeting new people and watching them eat food. Lia wasn't too sure what the latter fascination was all about, and she wasn't keen on the idea of finding out. Please oh please, Mine? It will be fun! the hatchling insisted. The green was convinced that she and Hers would have a splendid time, despite all of the negative commenting.
“Cryth, love, I'm not too terribly fond of the people at this Weyr...” she trailed off, and when she opened her mouth to continue, the green cut her off. That's because you haven't met any yet! Except for my new friend, Peth, and His, of course of course, she replied. Please oh please, Mine? Cryth was practically bouncing off of the walls, in her want to go. Lialla huffed, moved her trunk against the wall, and then looked back at her brightly-colored green. “Can't we just stay here?”
In all reality, what she really wanted was an evening alone with her green. An evening to get used to this... enthralling new bond, and come to terms with having Impressed. It was the most amazing experience, the most profound experience. No, Lia hadn't gone into the Hatching expecting, or even deeply desiring to Impress, but she was glad- beyond glad- that Cryth had been there. She would have to later find the Searchrider (what were the words she had used? The shards rider who had played on her sympathies) and thank him. Without him and his manipulation, she wouldn't have her lovely, tiny green.
Alrighty, I guess we can stay here! the green responded, just as cheerfully. As long as we can go to the main barracks, that way I can meet all, all of my clutchsiblings! The repeating-thing was something that Cryth seemed to do often, Lialla noted with a tiny smile. It was infuriating, in a sweet way. “I concede,” she conceded, leading the green out into the main area of the Barracks. Although, truthfully, she wasn't really expecting anyone. Why wouldn't they be at the feast?
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 14, 2010 10:44:27 GMT -5
^_^ We'll miss you, but have fun, Rouxy. And Kira, this means added pressure to be super-awesome for us needy members. <33
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 13, 2010 22:33:08 GMT -5
With the fuming bronze flitt on his shoulder, L'mar darted his gaze about the Infirmary, trying to find Rael. It ended up being the bronze that led him to her. He heard his name called out, but he wasn't altogether sure where it came from, and he was still looking- trying to find where the voice had originated from- when Tydus launched off of his shoulder. Well, there she was! He waved, walking over to the cot where she was struggling to sit up. “Shouldn't you be resting?” he inquired as soon he was close enough to be heard without shouting. “Thanks, king,” he added with a gesture towards the flitt.
“Those are some nasty cuts,” he judged, purely from the bandaging. It was a serious kind of bandaging, for a serious kind of cuts... or so L'mar assumed. He wasn't big on anything having to do with healing, but he wasn't a dimglow, and everyone knew that the thicker the bandaging, the deeper the cut. “But... and this is just my own personal judgment... I think you'll survive.” The weyrling said this with all serious, making it seem as though he was the definite say on the subject, and she no longer needed to worry about near-death concerns. Ending it with a smile, which he deemed 'charming', he sat on the bed.
Making himself comfortable on the hard cot, he looked back up at the injured Rael. “You know, Tydus and I were discussing whether we should make sure that you stay here and heal, or drag you to the Feast. His answer was remarkably inconclusive, so I suppose it's up to you.” He paused. “And by you, of course, I mean the Healers. What do they have to say?” If their places were switched, and it was him who wanted to go, after the Healers told him that he should rest... then he would, of course, lie and tell Rael that he was free to go. Moral of the story: L'mar would, more likely than not, check with a Healer to verify her words if she said she could leave.
It was only because he didn't want her to hurt herself, of course. L'mar honestly was worried about her... which was, of course, why he was here. Although if she asked, he would tell her it was because Tydus dragged him here. Well, that was true as well. But he would have come without the bronze. She was his best friend!
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 13, 2010 12:03:05 GMT -5
Well, now, this just wouldn't do. His best friend, injured from a hatchling dragon! Swiped across the legs, and upsetting Tydus. L'mar wouldn't stand for such, especially considering she had just been taken to the Infirmary without further thought after the Hatching was done. She hadn't seemed to have the capabilities of walking, so he was going to the Infirmary, himself, to make sure that she didn't miss the Feast! That right there would be the real pity of any injury she had, after all.
Walking down to the Infirmary, L'mar debated on whether or not to insist that she come to the Feast however she could, or to make sure that she stayed where she was. Indecisive, he turned his head to look at Tydus. “What do you think, little king? Should Rael come to the Hatching Feast, or should we make sure she heals right and proper in the Infirmary?” When in doubt... ask a firelizard who couldn't exactly respond. Or whatever else works. The weyrlings grinned at the bronze, waiting for him to give some sort of reply which would decide what they would do upon reaching the Infirmary.
First and foremost, however, was reaching it. Are you ever coming back to the Barracks, Mine? It earned a chuckle. Oh, sweetheart, I'll be back tonight. I just need to make sure that my favorite girl-- besides you, of course-- is well. Disregarding the huff that accompanied his words, L'mar continued walking. Hush, lovey. The green curled back up, tucked their blue, unnamed 'nuisance' under her wingtip, and went to sleep again. She would hush, there right!
The Infirmary was bustling all around, but he still walked right on in and looked around for Rael. “Raelwyn!” he called, trying to find her. “Where are you??”
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 13, 2010 2:11:10 GMT -5
She liked Cheko, but she wasn't yet sure Zan. He wasn't unfriendly or anything... In fact, if there was something, he seemed a little too normal for her liking. Lialla tilted her head upwards to look at him, nodding at his story. From the Dolphineer Hall... well now that was something. At Ista she had known them as shipfish, and then at the Hall she had learned them to be dolphins. They were absolutely fascinating, in her most frank opinion.
“You'd be surprised at what's up there,” Lialla replied, fighting to keep her voice from going defensive. He didn't mean it like that, she didn't think. “Honshu's a weyrhold, yes. I wasn't planning on Standing at all, to be honest, not there or anywhere else... but that shards rider played on my sympathies to get me to come here and try my hand.” She shook here head. After all, she wasn't planning on Impressing, anyways. She had full plans to leave after the Hatching and go back to her life at the Hall. She had her eyes on her Journeyman knots, and it would take more than her sympathies being played upon to make her give up her dream. As long as she didn't entertain the notion of actually Impressing- she had given up that thought a long time ago.
Shrugging, she looked over at Cheko. “You have yourself a craft?” she inquired. He was a little young, but they had all started young. He may not be any different... oh, what a lie.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 12, 2010 23:59:24 GMT -5
MineMineMine!!
The voice burst into Lialla's mind, forcing her awake. She rolled over, so completely unused to such a brutal wakeup call. Sitting up slowly, she pulled the furs around her and looked at Cryth with sleep deeply infused in her eyes. “What is it, sweetheart? The sun's barely up.” She yawned, but her odd schedule had been so ingrained in her when she was younger, that once Lia was woken up, she was awake, and that was that. It wasn't always the best situation for her, but at least it meant she was awake for her green.
Heneth called us to the Weyrbowl! To the Weyrbowl! Lessons lessons lessons today! her voice called happily, and she nudged Hers, completely willing to knock her from slumber. “I'm up, I'm up,” the new weyrling said groggily, rubbing her eyes and then standing. “How much time do I have?” she asked. Heneth says we should not have breakfast but go straight to the Weyrbowl. The Weyrbowl. Have I been to the Weyrbowl yet, Minelove?
Softly, Lia cursed, unhappy to be roused at dawn without food and expected to go to her first Lesson. One look at Cryth, however, stripped her of her anger. She had Impressed, but the evening before, and now she had this... this wonderful creature to wake her up when dawn kissed the sky. How could she stay unhappy when her delightful new companion seemed so eager for them both to be happy? And it would be a folly to disagree with Cryth's good mood. “Alright. Then let me get dressed, and then we can go. We might have passed through it last night... I don't quite remember, dear. But I'll make sure you become properly acquainted with it this morning.
With that she stood and dressed, and she and Cryth were leaving the barracks within five minutes. After getting turned around a little- Lialla had become used to the Candidate Barracks, and was unused to the differences in directions. However, they were soon headed in the right direction again. Entering the Weyrbowl, the girl flourished with her hand, momentarily disregarding Heneth and their Weyrlingmaster, as well as the other weyrlings already there. “Green Cryth, I would be pleased to introduce you to the Weyrbowl.”
Less fancy than she would like, but there was little fancy about the Weyrbowl. So Lialla led her mindmate up to even with the rest of the weyrlings.
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Shells, a Lesson this early? He hadn't wished for a Weyrling Lesson this early and so soon after the Hatching... or, rather the post-Hatching feast. Just wake up, Mine. Heneth's expecting us. Dalisth wasn't big on liking the other green, but she respected her on the basic level of Heneth being an adult dragon in charge. “Yeah, yeah,” L'mar replied huffily. “Let's go, I'm ready.” He didn't both with the 'dressing' concept, and probably would have left the Barracks in merely a pair of his oldest, most worn-down (and therefore comfiest) trousers if Dalisth hadn't caught him.
No. Dress. Now. After a brief moment of pouting, L'mar did as asked and pulled on a shirt. He refused to change his trousers! “You drive me hard, love,” he told her as they actually did leave the Barracks, quick on their feet and not wasting time in arriving at the Weyrbowl. Learned from personal experience: the Weyrlingmaster didn't appreciate tardiness, although as an individual, M'ma was a pretty cool guy. Male greenriders had to stick together, after all!
The Hatching had been fantastic last night. No dragonets betweening and only a few maulings. Speaking of maulings, L'mar made a mental note to check and make sure that Raelwyn was alright. After all- he couldn't let his best friend be injured so without comment! This Lesson would be a great chance to congratulate the new weyrlings on their Impressions, which could be fun, too.
“Greetings, Weyrlingmaster, Green Heneth!” he said cheerily. “I hope you enjoyed the Hatching last night.”
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 12, 2010 23:13:56 GMT -5
Player:Name: Kaemi Are you 17+?: nopee Contact Information:AIM: brighttlightt Email: brightlight--@hotmail.com Past RP Experience: see L'mar Character:Name: Toven Age: 38 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Hetero Occupation: Wherhandler, Wherling Master? Could be fun. xD Description: Toven stands at 6'0”, his body lightly muscled, but mainly slender and trim. His has wide, callused hands and flat palms. His skin tone is a lighter tan, from inconsistent sun exposure: some days spending hours outside, whether laboring or otherwise; other days, sleeping Rukbat down in the sky until he can leave his weyr with Tovsk. Physically, in no way does he make an imposing figure. However, he still tends to draw attention upon entering a room. It probably has something to do with his interesting mixture of brown and blonde hair, mixing in his careless curls. Most likely, it involves his boxy-face, with his jagged jawline and awkwardly-long nose. Maybe concerning his tall forehead. And it has everything to do with all of this coming together to make Toven Toven... because maybe, separately, those features would make a face unattractive. On him, however, it makes him anything but. While he's not gorgeous by many people's standards, Toven is far from ugly. Added to the myriad of features, mentioned previously, that make up his face, the wherhandler has blue-grey eyes that range to a light green in the center, depending on his clothes. With that, he's suitably handsome, and has been known to make some girls swoon. He has yet to wrinkle, and probably won't for a few turns, so Toven's fairly pleased with his looks. Toven generally matches his clothing with his average attitude: light to dark earthy colors, particularly chosen for comfort level. Few people have seen in anything fancier than your standard tunic, plain trousers, and wherhide boots, and few ever will. No matter what the occasion, whether it be a Gather or a Joining (not that he's been invited to many Joinings...) he rarely delves into his more proper wear. Personality: Interesting, spontaneous, sporadic. All good terms... but not to describe Toven. He is, in fact, quite the opposite. A very stable person, he tends to be more firm and decisive more often than sporadic. He enjoys knowing where he's at, and where he's going- therefore not much of a spontaneous personality. And, while not dull, Tov tends to be upfront about things and not hold much back that isn't extremely personal, which keeps him from being all too interesting. Many people see it as a personality fault that Toven speaks his mind. Some see him as rude and uncouth, but truly, he doesn't often have enough respect for the general population to both to leash his tongue. Instead, he'll tell you what's what, and probably expect a 'thank you' afterwords. Even after you have gained his respect, he'll continue to be brutally honest with you... he'll just attempt to be a bit more polite in doing it. There are no exceptions to this rule, to the point that if he think a Weyrleader is being absurd, he'll tell them as much. What? I never said he was bright. To those he respects or even, imagine that, likes, Toven can generally be quite kind. Not when it comes to speech, but he'll make considerable effort to be pleasant. It's a rare day, indeed, when he lies to spare someone's feelings, but they do come around, particularly when one of his friends is upset. That's another thing- friends. He doesn't have many. The whole 'tell the truth and nothing but the truth no matter your feelings' tends to scare away potential friendlies. Toven's not stupid. He's not the sharpest tool, but he's not stupid. He lacks common sense in certain situations (involving the whole shutting his mouth thing) but he has more than a modicum of intelligence. Quick thinking in difficult situations, and good at switching his mindset to different ways of thinking, he's actually a half-decent teacher if everyone else will shut their mouths. History: T'ren was a bluerider, weyrmated to greenrider Sienva at Fort Hold. He had always wanted a child, being holdbred, but she was utterly against it. When she grew heavy with pregnancy, it became the wedge that drove them apart. She kept it to appease him, but by the time she gave birth, Sienva was a very disgruntled woman who didn't want to deal with a wailing baby... and so shoved it off on the nearest milk mother she could find, transferring Weyrs only a few days later. T'ren ended up raising his son, naming him Toven and showing him the wonders of Pern. The bluerider always hoped that his only seed would grow with the kindled urge to be a dragonrider like his parents, but that never happened. Even as a small child, Toven learned that if he didn't want people to dislike him, it meant that he should stay further away from them. And he knew that if he was a dragonrider, he would constantly be involved in human interaction: his father was always off doing this and that with his wing, after all. Toven didn't want that life for himself, and so he kept away any desire he might have had for riding the majestic dragons. That didn't mean that the son of dragonmen could stay away from all thing draconic, however. He was introduced to whers for the first time when he was twelve, when avoiding his father's regular insistence that she should start Standing. Toven ran down a few stairs, and wound up staring at an ugly blue creature, later identified as a wher. As detached from Weyrlife as he was, it wasn't a surprise that he had never seen one before- of course he had heard of them, but had never bothered to see them. However, after going out of his way to seek out a wherpair, Toven decided that a life such as that would be much more suitable to a boy such as him. And, much to his father's disappointment, he set out to become a handler. Of course, this didn't mean anything until at least ten turns later. At the age of twelve, he had no idea how to go about being a wherhandler. The only thing it accomplished at that young of an age was to encourage him to be a bit more social. He never did Stand, but Toven developed a friend or two, and he learned a little more about social propriety. Not that he abides by it, even today, but at least he learned. At the age of twenty-two, Toven finally decided to get off of his lazy arse and do something about his dreams. He left Fort, traveling to different Holds and Weyrs in hopes of a Gold deeming him worthy of an egg. In most cases, however, there were no golds, or no clutches any time soon. It took three turns for him to find a Hold with a Gold wher, and when he made his desire to Impress a wher hatchling known, he was welcomed. And, a sevenday later, Toven walked away from the hatching grounds with a brown who declared his name as Tovsk. He stayed at the Hold for a brief period- enough time to complete the wherling training, but he didn't put down roots enough to regret leaving shortly after he finished. People weren't so sad to see them go, either, not with his own sharp tongue. Toven and Tovsk moved around quite a bit, from Hold to Weyr and back again. They ended up going back to Fort eventually, where T'ren had the opportunity to see his son for the first time in Turns, living his dream. They even saw his mother once, although the visit wasn't long and it wasn't very heartfelt. Eventually they halted their tour around the Northern Continent and took a ship down to the Southern Continent. Toven had reached thirty, and he was feeling the desire to finally settle down. It seemed perfect, as there, he met a green wherhandler by the name of Isya, and her green Isysk. When Isysk Ran, Tovsk ended up Catching her, and the two were inseparable after that. Forced together by their whers, Toven and Isya became fond of one another, as well. And under her sharp watch, he learned how to curb his tongue. And then the next Pass began. It was interesting, the dynamic between dragons and whers in this Pass. It was expected, but still... whers were usually looked down upon, but during this Pass, they had a purpose. They protected Holds and Whers at night, and were a part of something bigger. One night, a few turns into the Pass, Isysk was badly scored, and Isya almost lost the use of her left arm from Threadscore. It worried Toven and his brown enough to suggest a move to the newly-established southern Weyr: Silver Cove. Not three sevendays after they moved there did people start falling ill. Isysk and Isya were still not fully well, and the deathly illness that was striking others down worried Toven to an extreme. He tried to continue servicing his Weyr, as well as his weyrmate, but in the end she fell ill. It didn't take long before Isya was gone, and Isysk, her wounds already serious, killed her when she no longer had her rider. It devastated handler and wher, and as they recovered from their emotional wounds, they withdrew further and further into their selves. When Cerulean was established and the majority of surviving Silver Cove folk transferred, so did Toven and Tovsk, in an utter daze. They reported to their shifts, and readied their weyr, but the two were mostly shells. Now, almost a full turn after the deaths, they're still not fully healed. Sure, Toven's regained most of his former personality, and he's talking to people again... which, quite honestly, is a large improvement from pre-Isya at all. But he still has some scars. Fun Facts: - Toven hates the color yellow and refuses to wear it.
- He makes the distinction between yellow and gold. Weirdo.
- Mentions to his mother make him defensive. He has a kind of sore spot for her.
- He refuses to speak of the illness that took Isya, and therefore refrains from mentioning being a citizen at Silver Cove at all. This could cause awkward situations if he meets someone who knew him there...
- Don't mess with Tovsk. Just don't.
Bonded Critter(s):Type: Wher Name: Tovsk Color: Brown Age: 13 Description: A deep, klah-brown color that's actually pleasing to look on, Tovsk's hide isn't ugly or unpleasant to gaze at. It darkens to a near-black in coloring around his head and the base of his wings, and by the tip of his stubby tail it has reached a dark tan. However, his coloring is pretty much the only physically pleasing thing about Tovsk. Like all whers, his head is misshapen and oddly angular, with large headknobs and a thick neck. He has a slim body, with muscles oddly bunching at his joints. The brown has short limbs and tail, making him a small form against the night. Personality: Generally easy-going, Tovsk is much more pleasant than his handler. He tends to enjoy companionship, especially of the human sort, despite Toven trying to keep him from wandering off to find a friend or two. Especially, he likes the company of the younger folk: children to young adults, who aren't so caught up with everything else and won't mind talking to him and playing with him. He quite enjoys going to play with the children in the creche, in fact. Tovsk also holds great compassion, especially considering his being a non-human, and when you take into account his handler... he's a prodigy. Especially since coming to Cerulean, he has developed great care towards those he is near, and has become very devoted to the ones that he likes. And it is very rare that he doesn't like someone. Very rare, indeed. Fun Facts:- Thankfully, no one brings up Isysk very often. He'd get nasty.
- It will be a fine day, indeed, when he Runs in chase again.
Craftskills:Craft: He picked up some healing in his travels. Level of Proficiency: very little. Enough to clean out Threadscore. Specialty: whers, and flitters. Weakness: runners.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 11, 2010 22:16:57 GMT -5
He didn't choose an answer, which momentarily phased Lialla.... but she merely shrugged it off. "I guess that's a no, then." If C'ko brought it up again later, she would try and figure out what in the name of Faranth he was talking about. Now, however, she was still wrapped up in the euphoria of Impression, and would therefore ignore any cryptic comments the youngest weyrling chose to spout off. She leaned back, looking at C'ko and then his blue.
His looks seemed to fit him well-enough: he wasn't the prettiest-looking of dragons, but Lialla kind of liked it. The blue looked... eccentric, which she understood well. Looking back at the boy, she asked, "Are you going to introduce me to your newest companion?" Another one of those open-ended questions that he could, quite honestly, refused to answer. Lia hoped that he would, this time, but if he did, she could always ask Cryth. From the happiness swirling around the edges of her own emotions, the weyrling figured that her green and his blue were chatting it up.
Said green cocked her head at her new bestfriend's Mine's shoulder. I don't see a firelizard there... Cryth told Peth, her voice loosing its cheer. Does that mean there's something wrong with me? she asked plaintively. She didn't want anything to be wrong with her! That would be bad, right?
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 11, 2010 20:07:08 GMT -5
Lialla focused on her chore, continuing the scrubbing in the circular motions, and completely missing the ideas spawning between Cheko and the dock boy. She wanted to be done with this chore as soon as often: it wasn't that she didn't want to be around the boys, only that she didn't quite enjoy scrubbing docks as an activity. So as soon as she finished what she needed to finish, she could leave, at least for today. Simply blowing off the chore didn't even occur to her.
However, she looked up in time to see the dock boy gesture for them to join him. Lialla bit her lip and then put her rag down, not against taking a break as long as it didn't take too long. Standing up, she moved over towards the dock boy- who mentioned his name was Zanalorin- and then she sat down, cross-legged, listening to Cheko's reply.
"Weyrbred from Ista, Craft-raised at the Star CraftHall in Honshu," she told him. Hm, a little more complicated than she had intended, but oh well. "What about you?" Honest curiosity, but it wouldn't last for long. After all, she wanted to be gone from the docks. She didn't particularly enjoy the fishy smell, herself.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 11, 2010 18:32:48 GMT -5
Well, at least he hadn't changed it to M'tran or something comparably odd. Growing up in a Weyr made Lialla consciously pleased when new weyrlings didn't go crazy with the ability to change their names. It just made things confusing for everyone around them. "I happen to think she's quite pretty, yes," she said with a fond stroke of her little green's eyeridges. She was... er... eye-catching.
At his next comment, her eyebrows rose to a drastic, slightly comical height. "Hunt felines?" she inquired "I was unaware that that I was going to hunt felines at all... care to explain?" The look on his face clearly showed that he hadn't meant to say that, which made her all the more curious. She often marveled at the things that came out of his mouth, but alright.
Peth's reponse made Cryth feel very happy. Her tail tapping quickly on the ground below her, she proclaimed, Good! You are my first friend, so you're my best friend! The green was ecstatic to have made a best friend so quickly. Finding Hers, her best friend, and this deliciousdelicious meat all in one day... she was doing quite well! Polo? Who's Polo? Can you introduce me??
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 11, 2010 15:19:49 GMT -5
No part of Lialla registered that the Hatching had finished. The calm, attentive girl was focused purely on the dragonet in front of her, who was consuming food at a rapid rate. The only other thing she was listening to were the Weyrling Master's pleas to not gorge the hatchlings, to only fulfill their actual hunger and not give in when the little ones attempted to overeat. So Lia gauged how much her Cryth probably should eat, and did her best to ignore the green's assurances that she wasn't full. Nonono she wasn't!
Just when Cryth was reaching her capacity for food (or, at least, Lialla's determination of her capacity), the green let out an excited noise. It made Hers turn, registering that the Hatching had finished and that someone was leading an ungainly blue towards them. Was that... Cheko? Yes, that was the strange, sweet boy who seemed to keep popping up. Although apparently it would be C'ko now. "Hey, Che-- C'ko," she greeted with a smile. Cryth attempted to take advantage of Lialla's distraction and try to devour a few more pieces of meat, but Lia wasn't fooled- just as the green neared the next piece, her hand whipped out and she drew her angular head to see her clutchsibling.
"I don't think so," she said decisively, her eyes lit with amusement as Lialla turned her attention back to C'ko. ButMineeeee.... she pleaded, earning a small chuckle. "Cryth, this is C'ko... it is C'ko now, right?" She had seen new riders change their names completely to accommodate the contraction, and wouldn't be surprised if the boy did it, as well. "And no... she's not sleepy. At all. Sadly."
Cryth was not at all fazed by the wishful tone in Hers' voice, as she was very well aware that Hers loved her. A lot. Instead, she turned to her clutchsibling. Hi. You look strange. I do too! We should be friends, she said cheerily, all too eager to make her first friend. Especially since Theirs seemed to know each other. That would be fun.
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