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Post by Kaemi on Jul 3, 2010 21:12:13 GMT -5
Glad that Rael understood about his Dalisth commanding his attention so fully, L’mar chuckled lowly. “I’m sure she’s just happy that I’m not causing trouble,” he told her, enjoying his green’s mental rumble of approval. That’s true… I think I’m starting to like the little girl friend. She keeps you out of trouble, the little green mentioned. Now that she was actually thinking of it, it was really only because of this girl that Hers wasn’t terrorizing people. He would probably snap out of it, soon, and start terrorizing the poor girl, but now Dalisth would enjoy the few moments of peace that no trouble-making would get her.
L’mar shook his head at the mentality his green had taken up. “Well, that’s unacceptable, you sitting alone,” he told her mock-sternly. The smile slipped off of his face, but it tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were light. “We need to find you a nice young man- you do like boys, right?” he asked quickly. After all, they were in the Weyr! “Either way, we’ll have to find you a nice young companion to steal your breath… and your heart.” His eyes had taken on a conspiratorial glint: this meant trouble for Raelwyn if she let him continue on this train of thought.
See, Mine, I told you that you needed a little nuisance so that my shoulders could be scratched. Until you agree and comply, you have to stay friends with this girl and her nuisance so that he will scratch my shoulders, Dalisth told L’mar with determination. This made his smile large and wide over his face. “Dali says that I have to continue this friendship so that she can get shoulder scratches, and that she wants me to get a flit of my own purely for that same purpose.” He popped a piece of roll in his mouth, chewed for a few seconds, and then swallowed. “It’s especially funny, because she doesn’t like many people.”
“Just a little. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure you’ll ‘ride eventually… and then it doesn’t matter how behind you were, previously.” He had a feeling that she would dragon ride eventually. He was no Search dragon, but Raelwyn seemed like a good person, smart, funny, friendly, and kind. It would be cruel for her to never find a dragonet and, although he knew that it happened to people, he couldn’t imagine that she be permanently left Standing. Tearing off a piece of roll, he didn’t eat this one, instead throwing it at her. “Speaking of Hatchings, and dragons, and you riding. Do you have a particular dragon color you’d especially like to Impress?” He hadn’t, but many of the people he’d Stood with in the past had.
L’mar nodded solemnly, even as his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, no, I never would have sent you home,” he told her with a perfectly straight face. “I recognize the need for a Harper, and one who appreciates juggling talents such as you do. Not many Southern Pernese hold both of these talents.” Inwardly, he appreciated her laughter, but restrained from laughing along with him. “If we ever turn my theory into something real, then any other Northerners with that specific array of talents will, certainly, be kept here in the South. Don’t worry, though,” L’mar added, “it’s doubtful that they’ll take your place in my heart and plans. They’re not likely to have a bronze flitter whom my Dali approves of.”
After saying this, however, he couldn’t help but to let a smile break onto his face, which sparked his humor enough to laugh cheerily. “Oh, now, that’s true. I wouldn’t know, after all, so I suppose I could help you develop a heart of steel.” With his own break of character, however, L’mar didn’t bother to try and say this with any modicum of seriousness. “No, I guess you’re right.” A weary sigh. “I suppose I’ll have to come up with a new plan. Any suggestions?”
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 2, 2010 9:35:18 GMT -5
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 28, 2010 13:07:34 GMT -5
Lialla, moving away from the Axelrodi Egg, rubbed her hand a little as she approached the Frenatum Egg. She hadn't been prepared for the assault of emotions, and while she was confused at what the egg had been trying to convey (was that even possible? She supposed it was, considering dragons were telepathic creatures, but the candidate hadn't expected them to be so aware while still in the shell), she was more than a little delighted to move onto the next egg. With the idea, of course, that now she would know what to expect, and wouldn't be so surprised.
Crouching this time, instead of kneeling, Lia lay her hand on the Frenatum Egg. It was larger than the Axelrodi had been, and it was much, much less likely that she would Impress any dragonet that broke free of this shell... but she liked it. It was a lovely gray color, and then red breaks in the even coloring that gave it the look of life. Tracing her fingers gently along the charcoal, she smoothly kept from touching the flashes of red that glinted along the egg, even as she whispered, “If forced to hypothesize, I'd say you were a brown. Traditionally, I'm well aware that browns Impress boys.” She looked up from the egg, her hand pausing in its movement along the charcoal surface.
After taking in the scene of the other candidates, even the boy that was bowing to the Queen as she murmured to the egg, Lialla looked back down at the egg. “There are four good, Searched boys here. I implore you to please look at them, and see your other half.” Maybe it was foolish to talk to the eggs like this, and ask them to Impress, but it was nice to think that it could help. “Please?” Her hand continued to unconsciously trace along the gray parts of the Frenatum Egg, and then it brushed over one of the crimson sections. It made a small smile play at her lips, for no apparent reason, as she began to rise from her crouch.
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 28, 2010 12:25:53 GMT -5
Player name: Kaemi Character name: Lialla Are you alright with being left standing? Yes. ^_^ Are you alright with your character being maimed/attacked? 1-5: Yes, 4. Are you alright with your character suffering emotional damage? Yes<3
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 28, 2010 12:13:55 GMT -5
Oh, good, she understood. L'mar had hoped that her experience at Weyrs would allow her to recognize the communication between rider (or weyrling, rather) and dragon, and realize that he wasn't just ignoring her. Thankfully, that seemed to be what had happened. Still, he shook his head at Raelwyn, saying, “Dali has my attention all the time. She can allow me to give it to someone else, for a change.” Of course, there's no one else he would rather give his attention to than his darling green, his other half, but Rael was going to be a good friend, maybe even his best friend at the Weyr, and he liked her. “Oh, and unless she gets really crotchety the day we choose, she'll be there. She would like to meet you.”
Only becau-- the green began, but Hers cut her off, as L'mar knew that while, yes, Dalisth only wanted to meet Raelwyn to prove him wrong... it was still enough incentive to make her wish to meet the girl. And anyways, the weyrling was sure that the two would hit it off, no matter the dragon's aversion to members of her same sex.
As both Tydus and Raelwyn began to eat, L'mar arranged the rolls in the center of the table, so that she wouldn't feel the need to ask him anymore; hopefully just taking them. That way they could continue their conversations without interruption. If and when they ran out and required more, he could go and get more, so there would be no problem with the whole concept of food. He didn't mind in the least, seeing as how this was more company (besides Dalisth) that he had had since leaving Ista. It was a little odd for the sociable boy, who grew up with the same people for his entire life, to have kept so apart from everyone else. His reasoning, however, followed along the lines that he had Dalisth, and for those first few months, he hadn't needed anyone else. It was true enough, but he was glad to be hitting it off so well with Rael. She was great.
He listened to her story, nodding and smiling as she hit on experiences that he, too, shared. “My father's dragon was the first voice I ever heard in my mind, and my mother's spoke quite frequently after that. But they were a part of my parents, something I took for granted, so I have some understanding of what you're talking about with the blue speaking to you. I guess I was... around seven, when a green that wasn't my mother's bespoke me, and I was amazed. I think it was then that I decided that it was my dream to be a dragonrider.” L'mar couldn't tell you what the green's name had been, but he could recite, even over ten turns later, the words she said. It had been: 'Mine's little one wants you to come play with her.' The little one had been his best friend, a weyrling who's mother had also been a dragonrider... it had been the first and last time the dragon ever bespoke him.
It was impossible not to return the grin, L'mar thought as he did just that. “And if not, then I'm sure we can make it amusing somehow.” He envisioned some prank he could pull on her down by the beach. Of course, he'd have to work on some plan, but he was sure that they'd have fun either way. Admittedly, he was excited about learning some of the things he had marveled at previously. He was very excited about teaching her how to juggle. That, he was sure, would be fun; L'mar enjoyed juggling, it was a very amusing, encompassing activity, and he was sure that Rael would do great.
L'mar nodded at her words, although, of course, he made a face when she admitted to Fort's chilly temperatures. Everyone knew that it was freezing cold up there, even if he had never personally been. Leaning in slightly, he confided, “I have a theory. The basis of my theory is that the North is much, much to cold. It continues in the direction that eventually, everyone else will realize that my basis is correct, and then they will all decide to travel to the South, as you did.” He paid no mind to the probability that Raelwyn had been content with Fort's weather, and had only come down here for the opportunities it opened up. That was silly! “Upon their arrival,” the weyrling continued, “we, as Southerners, will realize that there are much too many people migrating here, and will be allowed to determine who gets to stay and who must be deported back to the North.” Popping a piece of sweet roll into his mouth, he raised his eyebrows at the candidate sitting across from him, and finished up solemnly. “It will be great fun for us, right?”
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 24, 2010 16:48:17 GMT -5
There were still only five of them, only five candidates here at the Touching, Lialla noted as she took a quick glance around. She hadn't noticed many in the barracks, but to be fair, she hadn't done much looking around since she arrived yesterday. For the sake of the eight eggs on the Sands, the girl hoped that more candidates arrived before Hatching time. Elsewise chances were that more than three dragonets wouldn't Impress, which was... fairly depressing, to be completely honest. Having grown up in the Weyr, she knew what it was to a child when a dragon went between, and she was pretty sure that it would be worse if you were older and actually understood what was going on.
Flicking her eyes back to the Queen and her Weyrwoman, she watched as both of them acknowledged and greeted the incoming candidates, including herself. That was... odd, wasn't it? From all Lialla had heard, weren't golds and their riders supposed to be supremely touchy this close to the Hatching? She thought that that was the case, but here, it was probably different since Trith wasn't the actual clutchmother. Or maybe the gold wasn't as fierce as most others. Come to think of it, it was probably one compounded on the other.
Very well met my younglings. You each have my permission to touch the clutch, and I wish you luck. Be warned though, your lives depend on each of these eggs remaining unharmed. Touch them as if handling your own hearts. You all may proceed.
After Trith's words, and a nod of her golden head, Lialla bowed again. “Thank you, Gold Trith, Weyrwoman,” she said, before turning and walking towards the eggs. She had to rub her hands on her slacks as she walked forward, her nerves and excitement showing through a little bit. Focusing and ignoring her emotions, the candidate paused for a moment before approaching the eggs. The first one she came to was Axelrodi Egg. It was tiny, compared to its clutchsiblings, but that probably meant that it held a green... which was what Lia was aiming for, anyways.
She ran just her fingertips over the side of the egg, its shiny blue, or maybe green?, surface brought a smile to her lips. It was the quite the pretty egg, and it probably held a pretty little dragonet inside. Lialla had completed some research when she was debating whether or not to Stand for a clutch a turn or two ago at Honshu; although studies weren't entirely conclusive, there was minimal evidence that the dragons inside the eggs could hear, much as a unconscious person could. So she sat on her knees, ignoring the warmth that was quickly becoming uncomfortable. As Lialla wasn't planning on staying in this position for long, she didn't worry about it. “I hope you find Yours on the day of the Hatching,” she quietly murmured. “In fact, I would solicit you to mate your mind with someone. It certainly doesn't have to be me, but...”
Standing, Lialla trailed her fingertips over the egg yet again, and finished her sentence. “...please.” And then she moved on to the next egg.
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 24, 2010 15:28:43 GMT -5
He liked Raelwyn; L'mar hadn't been expecting to find himself a friend when he came into the Kitchens today, but he was pretty sure that was what the candidate was shaping into. Grinning at her, her merriment was mirrored in his voice when he responded. “Same here. We both have chores, but I'm sure we'll find some time. Maybe I'll even bring Dalisth so that you can meet her.” L'mar shrugged, as it all really depended on what his green felt like that day. After all, Dali wasn't big on meeting... anyone, really, unless it was a male dragon. His flirty little mindmate.
I'm not that bad, Mine, Dalisth protested. Her bonded responded with a sardonic laugh, Raelwyn's presence a blip in the back of his mind as he talked to his green. Yeah... you kind of are. Dalisth huffed. Fine. I'm coming to the beach when you go and do... whatever you're going to do, the dragon responded with. Just to prove L'mar wrong. The weyrling's eyes focused back on his table-partner, and he smiled mock-bashfully back at her. “Oops, sorry,” he said. He didn't mean to ignore her! Looking down at Tydus, he grinned again. “Well then here you are, king of all flitts.”
L'mar made quick work of the meatroll, tearing it up in pieces for the bronze's convenience. Offering the pieces to him, L'mar glanced back up at Rael. “You haven't eaten yet? Help yourselves. I have plenty, and we can always get more.” The Kitchen folk liked him. At least, one Kitchen girl did, and only because he hadn't pranked her, specifically, yet. Upon finding that out, the weyrling had been making sure to keep from bothering her, and so she fed him pretty well. L'mar offered another fruit roll to Raelwyn. He didn't want her to pass out from hunger or something, after all.
So the Harper was in her blood. Impressive, impressive, L'mar thought with a small nod. “Why didn't you stay?” he asked. It was bordering on personal... but he was never really one to mind such boundaries, and he didn't mean to pry. All of his life, he had wanted to be a dragonrider, but it seemed as though Raelwyn had been on her way to be a harper, that that was what she had born and bred to be. L'mar understood the fire that drove one to ride, but he had always thought his came from being raised in the Weyr. Where did hers come from, if she was raised around instruments and music? It was interesting to try and figure out, he imagined, but he wouldn't make a nuisance of himself... at least not about this, the weyrling added with an inward smile in his mind.
His eyebrows raised minutely; L'mar had never even thought about playing. To be truthful, he had never really had the attention span to sit down and try and learn. But maybe if someone was teaching him... he nodded a little bit, and a smile twinged his lips. “I'd like that,” he told her. “It could be fun. But, just a warning, I can't sing a bit. Our Weyrharper at Ista laughed when he heard my random songs. He told me that he had never heard anyone so off-pitch in his life.” And he hadn't been offended in the least: it was a good fun, L'mar thought, to watch people wince when he tried out his singing voice. Anyways, his singing voice was probably why the Weyrharper had never requested him to try anything else harper-related, after he learned his letters.
“I loved Ista. The weather was fantastic, and the people were great.” He shrugged. “But here... well... I have to say that the view's even better. The water's great!” When Raelwyn mentioned Fort, L'mar winced slightly. “I can't even imagine living there. I like all my body parts firmly attached, and that wouldn't happen if I dealt with frequent, freezing weather.” The weyrling shuddered just thinking. “Which do you like better?” he asked.
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 23, 2010 14:09:40 GMT -5
She missed the CraftHall a lot. It had been the conclusion she had drawn last night, right before she went to sleep, and Lialla reached it again today. Of course, she had known that she would miss it. She had lived there for turns; her friends and instructors were there; all of those records were kept there; she was just a turn or two or three from reaching the Journeyman position. However, she wasn't expecting to be so... so homesick. It wasn't something Lia enjoyed in the least, and she would rather it just leave her alone. But that didn't seem to be the case.
Everything was different here. And sure, she could accustom herself to different. Lialla had moved from a Weyr, with her parents and her brother, to the Healer Hall. And then she left to travel, with a trader caravan, and that was it, to the Star CraftHall at Honshu WeyrHold. She was plenty used to change, but Cerulean was different. It was odd, and she didn't like it, and she was always tired, and she just wanted to go home!
Knowing full well that she was acting like a child, Lia got reigns on her attitude, sitting down on her bed and refraining from throwing something. The main problem now was that she wasn't sleeping well, not at all. It was just so odd waking up in the morning, and then going to bed after the darkness rose. She wasn't used to it, and she wasn't exactly fond of it. Not to mention, Lialla was so tired, all the time, because she had trained herself turns ago to stay awake at night. Which was why she had decided to go ahead, give in, and finally nap. Elsewise she'd never have the patience to meet anyone here at Cerulean. So Lia curled up, closed her eyes, and started to slip away in sleep.
She wasn't sure how long she got the chance to sleep before a sound wrenched her out of her slumber. It sounded like a younger voice; boy or girl Lialla couldn't quite guess. Still tired, crotchety, and annoyed that her sleep had been interrupted, she left her barrack and entered the main barracks. There, her eyes fell on a boy, who couldn't be more than twelve or thirteen, running around like a raucous animal. Her hands found her way to her hips, and she could feel her temper starting to stir.
And then the child began cursing! '
Full ready to give him a scolding (maybe that would get her back on track, giving someone who deserved it a good tongue lashing!), Lia cleared her throat loudly... and then giggled. What? She never giggled! Ever! Girls who giggled looked like utter deadglows and she refused to condone, much less practice, such behavior. But, well, the little boy was adorable. Not to mention, she had just been about to yell at him for disturbing her rest. Who was she, a disgruntled Lord Holder? Lialla shook her head, her hands falling off her hips, and she sighed.
“Fine,” she muttered to herself. A good tongue lashing would've been enjoyable, though. “You do know that people are attempting to sleep, right?” Lialla asked. Still not exactly pleasant words, but much nicer than what she had been planning on saying.
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 23, 2010 10:44:09 GMT -5
Lialla yawned as she arranged her things in the trunk. It had very limited clothing, very limited everything that she may need. She hadn't had much time to pack yesterday, after all, with the blue just toting her back to the Weyr. But this would tide her over until she Stood, at which point she would decide whether or not she would stay at Cerulean. More likely than not, Lia would go back to the Star CraftHall, and maybe if she became interested in Standing, she would do so at Honshu. That was, after all, much more logical then traveling to another Weyr to Stand at someone else's clutch. Her friends would probably mock her for her quick decision.
Deciding she would deal with all of that when she returned home, Lialla folded the last of her tunics and lay them in a neat pile in her trunk. Along with everything else yesterday, her packing had also been hasty, and messy. A little knit developed between her brows as she smoothed out a wrinkle in a pantleg, but it immediately disappeared when she shrugged, closed the trunk, and then patted it. She was done with that for the day, now onto the concept of 'food'. Just... where were the Kitchens? Having barely gotten to the Barracks, and that was with spoken directions, she knew she was lost in this new place.
Stifling another yawn, the candidate stood and tried to figure out where they would be. Worst came to worst, and she would just ask. After all, Lialla was wearing clothing better than usual; she actually looked as though she could be a normal person, today, in a deep red tunic and black pants. The only real problem would be her communication skills. Rukbat was set almost directly above them in the sky; Lia wasn't used to spending so many candlemarks awake in the light, and she didn't like it. Her sleep schedules were a little odd, compared to the majority of the population, but she was an apprentice astronomer. Usually, she'd be waking up around now, maybe a few candlemarks earlier or later, given the day. But she had woken up at dawn this morning, and her body was protesting.
So her communication skills probably weren't at their best, and she'd rather not have to deal with the first people she met at Cerulean Weyr making fun of her because she used ridiculous sesquipedalians. Lialla decided she would try and find a map- that she could do. Then, Records Room. Which would be...
Come my young candidates. Come to the Touching of my clutch, and send them your hopes.
The voice sounded in her mind, startling her. But it changed her course entirely, as Lialla surmised that it was the gold who was looking over the clutch she was Searched to Stand for. She had read of Touchings, and statistics showed that people who attended were often more likely to Impress than the candidates who didn't attend. Hanging back a little bit, she let the candidates who were also leaving the barracks to rush towards the Sands lead the way. It wouldn't be very good if she got lost on her way to the Hatching Grounds, after all.
So she simply followed the others, and they led her straight to where she was supposed to be. Ignoring the rumbling of her stomach, Lialla nodded towards the impressive looking bronze who was, seemingly, guarding the eggs, and then approached the queen and the Weyrwoman. After the others, who had arrived before her, said their bits, she also stepped up. “Greetings Gold Trith, Weyrwoman,” she said with a bow. She had read that it was proper to do so, after all. “May I have permission to Touch the eggs today?”
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 23, 2010 7:46:47 GMT -5
Most people didn't know that acknowledging the dragon in greetings was considered polite, L'mar noted as he told Dalisth of the girl's greetings. (Quite frankly, the green didn't care, but it made her like whoever Hers was talking to a little bit more.) “She says to thank you. Dalisth is quite well, in fact.” Newly-washed and oiled, and utterly content, the little green was doing better than ever. His smile grew softer as he thought on the little dragon, but he quickly remembered that he had someone sitting in front of him; straightening up, L'mar nodded at Raelwyn.
He wasn't quite expecting her exuberant reply, but that doesn't mean he minded it. Quite the contrary, her enthusiasm made him a little bit more pleased, as it meant that she was actually interested, and not just lying to be polite. “Well then we'll go to the beach one day and I'll show you the basics,” L'mar told her, “my pleasure.” He liked Raelwyn, she seemed to smile and speak quickly, and she appeared to be a nice person. This was from... oh... approximately three minutes of the basic greetings, so she was on a roll, in his book. Popping a piece of roll into his mouth, he watched as the bronze flitter traveled from his own bonded, to him, obviously requesting something.
L'mar had no idea was he was asking for, however, so he appreciated Raelwyn's translation. “Oh,” he said briefly. The weyrling shrugged after a moment, reaching over a grabbing the only other meatroll. He tore a piece off, and offered it to the bronze, waiting for him to approve of the food. “Always happy to help a little king,” he said cheerily, watching the flitter, with his regal, pretentious pose and whirling, commanding eyes. What a bronze, he loved it. The creature... Tydus, he recalled, was the epitome of bronze, at least in L'mar's book. Maybe he wasn't always so demanding and commanding, but oh well: the weyrling loved it, and hoped that these were the creature's true colors. After all, some of the most interesting people had the absolute worst manners.
Tagged it: candidate, and spent some long time in the Weyrs. That's how she knew proper Weyr etiquette, same as him. Shells, she probably exhibited more of Weyr etiquette than he did, and what little he did do, she probably could give him tips on how to do it better. Needless to say, L'mar wasn't fantastic at those things considered to be basic Weyr-propriety. “A Harper? From the Hall? By fall, fog, and fire, that just knocked you up a few notches for respect. Faranth only knows how bad I am with instruments, and my voice is akin to that of a wherry. Anyone who can sing, or compose, or perform... well, it's something I can't even dream of.” Popping another piece of roll in his mouth, he chewed for a second before answering Raelwyn's question. “Weyrbred, from Ista. Transferred to Silver Cove right before... the tragedy, then moved here to Stand.” And he had gotten the luckiest break of his life, with Dalisth. It didn't erase all the bad the illness had wrought, but it made coping easier.
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 23, 2010 6:33:43 GMT -5
Alright... I think that's fixed... xP I didn't even think about that. ^^
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 22, 2010 15:17:42 GMT -5
Laying down the rolls in his hands, L'mar reached up to take a bite out of the roll that he had caught in his mouth. Only then did he turn towards the sound of clapping and laughing: he assumed for him, but then, it might just be him acting the tiniest bit conceited. Nope, it actually was for him, the weyrling surmised as a girl walked towards him with a smile on her face and words on her lips. “Why thank you,” he said with a laugh, tearing off a piece of the roll and popping it into his mouth with plenty of cheer.
“Oh, well, I guess my dad taught me the basics.” He shrugged. His father had been quite like him, always in motion, and the man had taught him how to throw and catch, and then it progressed to juggling on a cool evening while his mother and sister looked on, laughing. He had been, what, nine? Smiling up at the girl, he offered her the other roll, one that had been saved from juggling and devouring. “It's a fruit roll, I believe,” he told her, in case she was wondering.
Raelwyn... the name sounded familiar, but it was probably just because he'd heard other people mention her in passing. “Good to meet you, and Tydus.” Nodding at her request to sit, he added, “I'm L'mar, of green Dalisth.” The added baggage of the title came much easier to him now, it was natural. Of course it is, Minelove, Dalisth put in from the weyrling barracks, making L'mar's smile even a little brighter. Love you, he returned gently, to which she didn't reply. L'mar knew, though, that she was curled up smugly in the barracks.
His eyes focused back on the girl before him, and her little bronze flitter. “You know, I could probably teach you how, sometime. It's actually pretty easy,” L'mar mentioned, referring back to the juggling. The weyrling would be glad to help her at some point, but he was pretty busy with Dalisth as of late; Raelwyn probably was, as well. Or, well, he assumed she would be. “Are you a Candidate?” he asked, interested.
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 22, 2010 13:25:26 GMT -5
Starting Friday and going to the next Friday, I'll be on a semi-hiatus, as I'm going to the beach with some family. I'll have my laptop with me, but most of my time will be spent vacationing. Still, I'll be checking in frequently, even if I can't always post. Just wanted to let you guys know that that's not how my activity is all the time. xD
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 22, 2010 13:02:37 GMT -5
Player:Name: Kaemi Are you 17+?: nopee Contact Information:AIM:Email: brightlight--@hotmail.com Past RP Experience: See L'mar. xD Character:Name: Lialla Age: 18 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Not really sure... Occupation: Sr.Apr. Astronomer/Weyrling Description: Dark auburn hair is often more in the way of chocolate with red highlights streaking through it in the sun. It is cut short… about right above Lialla’s shoulders. It’s mostly straight, but she doesn’t do anything to it at all, besides brushing it, and parting it over to the side. It curls at the ends, out or in depending on the day, and how she slept on it the night before. It’s actually very pretty when she decides to style it or something, for a Gather, feast, or the like, or even just when she stands in the sun the correct way, it brings the highlights out. Overall, though, her appearance is quite plain. Lia’s naturally pale; she’s never spent much time in the sun, but whenever she does, her skin just develops an unattractive pinkish-tint that clashes terribly with her hair, and her lighter-auburn eyebrows. They arch nicely above her dark brown eyes. Oddly enough, she doesn’t enjoy any of her features other than her eyebrows. She likes her eyebrows the best of all of her other features. Other than her hair and eye color, and her complexion, Lialla’s face is quite similar to that of her brother’s. She has the same salmon lips, similarly-shaped eyes, and the same pointed nose. Lialla stands at about 5’6”, her slender form holding very minimal curves. In fact, she’s very bony, though she doesn’t have a bad figure. She has narrow hips and a slim waist, but her form has little fat, which makes her seem fragile and willowy. When she hides herself in her regular clothing, it makes her seem even more slim and breakable. The clothing she wears are often overlarge and more… eccentric. It’s usually quite colorful, with bright blues and green and reds and yellows, unless she’s in uniform. A lot of times, though, Lialla is in uniform, so many people don’t actually see her more interesting wardrobe. Her uniform is much more stable (as indicated by the title uniform), and upon realization that she doesn't really want to draw attention to herself, she'll probably be wearing it much more often. Personality: Lialla is ferociously intelligent. She has a long memory and an amount of knowledge paralleled by only a small portion of the population. Often, she speaks in circles around others, using words and grammatical structure that aren’t often practiced by regular people. Her social skills have grown better as she is exposed to more people, but sometimes it slips and she talks in confusing turns of phrase that many wouldn’t recognize. Due to this, she isn’t very… prepossessing. Maybe if she tried: bothered to do her hair up, and focused on her language talents, she could be more charismatic, but Lialla doesn’t really worry about much of this. Instead, she has a very small circle of friends. Many people don’t find her very friend-worthy, simply because she doesn’t act… ‘normal’, really. Around her small circle of friends, though, she does relax quite a bit, and as long as they don’t flinch when she speaks in riddles, everything turns out pretty well. In general, though, Lia is quite a happy person. She rarely has negative thoughts, or anything of the sort. She’s big on the helping-people streak; she went to the Healer Hall first, in fact, but her drive for knowledge moved her more in the way of the Star Craft. Lialla loves, adores, her work and her learnings. There’s always more to learn about everything, and this is certainly true about astronomy. There is, however, a very fierce temper on Lialla- even as furious as her intelligence. She doesn’t appreciate mockery, or cruelty, or anything delivered by the mean boys and girls who dislike dealing with unsociable smart girls. She is in no way naïve, as some people are, to when they are being mocked. And, most definitely, Lia’s not shy in her dealings with these cruel people. The young astronomer also isn’t quiet about the tongue-lashing which she delivers. History: Lia was a simple girl, Searched from the dolphineer hall. She Impressed a green, Oireth, her first time Standing, and it changed her life completely. She adapted to Weyr life easily, but always felt the pang that she probably would never meet ‘the one’ that she and her girl friends had dreamed about at the Hall, and would never have her perfect little family. Around the time that she was finally dealing with this disappointment, thanks to Oireth’s frequent Flights and all of her friends, she met brown rider R’mor. He had been the middle child of the Lord Holder at the hold that looked to their Weyr, and had grown up like Lia: with the expectations to meet a nice girl, Join with her, and create a family. After being Searched, he, too, had to give up his hopes for the future he had grown up imagining… although, admittedly, upon Impressing his brown Fadikth, he didn’t mind nearly as he had thought, what with all he was gaining. But then he met green rider Lia. It was after a Flight that the pair delightedly fell in love, and became weyrmates. Soon after, Lia went on maternity leave, and then Liamar was born. R’mor and Lia loved their little boy desperately, and soon after, Lia decided she wanted to give Liamar another sibling… practically unheard of within the Weyr. Due to their devotion to the Weyr, they waited a few turns, to allow for some time between pregnancies. A few turns later, however, when Liam was around 5, Lia became pregnant again, giving birth to a little girl whom they named Lialla. Liamar and Lialla were the best of siblings, even at the ages of 3 and 2. They made up a perfect little hold family, except they were in the Weyr, and their parents were dragon riders. But other than Lia and R’mor’s devotion to their dragons, their wings, their Weyr, it might as well have been like being your regular Hold family. Both siblings had big plans… big plans, with Liamar wanting to become a dragon rider, and Lialla wanting to go to Healer Hall. Lialla got her wish, and she departed shyly from her family. Moving away from home changed her. She had always been smart, but now, she also stayed fairly detached from everyone. Her intelligence made everyone around her stay detached from her, as well, so she didn’t make many friends at Healer Hall. Certainly, she enjoyed her apprenticeship, but she didn’t really excel as much as she was expecting to. And then, Deroinn came along. He was just a Junior Journeyman Astronomer, who had developed a frightening cough. Near the Hall already, due to his travels, Deroinn asked for the Healers’ help. Lialla was assigned to shadow the healer that volunteered to help him, and she got the chance to talk to him quite a lot more than she was expecting to. Deroinn talked nonstop about his studies, about the Star Craft, and Lia emulated him beyond belief. It was at the point that, when he left, his cough gone, she left the Healer Hall not long after. At the Star CraftHall, Lialla truly excelled. She sped through her apprenticeship, and even though she never saw Deroinn again, the girl never once regretted her decision to change professions. After all, it was in her astronomer apprenticeship that she actually made friends. Most of the people here were close to her level of intelligence, and her best friend became the boy who was… leagues above her in smarts. At the Star CraftHall, Lia felt that she actually fit in. She had just been given her Senior Apprentice knots when Lialla and a few of her friends experimented with alcohol and the like. It was fun, she supposed, but not something she would repeat frequently afterwards. She also took a roll in the furs once-- just once, mind, as it was terrible for her. One day, the word of the tragedy on Silver Cove Weyr reached her ears, and Lialla knew that she could do nothing to help the people there. Maybe if she had finished out her Healer apprenticeship… maybe then she could have helped. But she didn’t. For a day or two, Lialla irrationally blamed herself; then she straightened up and realized that she probably couldn’t have done anything there, either. So she put it behind her. Having been told before that she could Impress, that she should attempt to Impress, Lialla had always refused the WeyrHold on the grounds of wishing to continue her Craft as far as she could, sans distractions. One day, when a blue dragonrider came to Honshu to visit a familial relation, he told her that she could Impress on their Sands, as well. At first she refused, hoping that she would be earning her Junior Journeyman's knots in a few turns. But the rider continued trying to convince her, and he said the magic sentence, the one that Honshu couldn't use: that she was being Searched to the Weyr that had been created from the wreckage of the weyrfolk from Silver Cove. Her sympathy played upon, Lia decided to go. Fun Facts: Well she's pretty much nocturnal, due to the whole staring-at-stars thing... so she'll probably awake when all of her roommates are asleep. ^^ OH and she and L'mar are siblings, but they don't know each others existence as of yet and they probably won't interact much. I don't like RPing with myself........... Bonded Critter:Type: Dragon Name: Cryth Color: Green (0F4D92) Age: 10 months Description: (8FFF9C) If its egg was anything to judge by, this very small green is slightly less colorful but no less eye-catching for it. Almost startlingly light in hue, the mint green of her hide darkens to jade along her extremities, covering her head entirely in the darker but more brilliant shade. Her body is very small, and she will likely grow to be one of the smallest dragons in the Weyr. Despite this, her limbs are all proportionate, if even a little more muscled than is typical. Her tail is slightly shortened, but the very end is tipped in jade, and she will use it to catch the attention of someone with a flick or a soft tap. Because of her size, and in spite of it, her Flights will be something to remember. Her agility is fairly unmatched due to her smaller wingspan, and she can practically turn on a Mark with much less bulk than many of her chasers. She'll leave them struggling in the dust to keep up with her fluid, concise turns. She suffers a loss in endurance, however, and will likely be one of the first to trade out when a Fall hits. It won't take her long to recover though, as she has a boundless well of energy and enjoys using it. Personality: Energetic. Flighty. Spastic. These are all accurate descriptions of Cryth. She is a hyperactive ball of wound up energy just waiting to shower affection on someone. Luckily for most, her bonded gets the dubious joy of handling all her love and attention. This green craves movement, and standing still in one place for too long will have her twitching some body part as an expression of her absolute -need- to be moving. She'll be a handful for the Weyrling Master to teach, but she also wants to make a good impression so she will try, only to tap that jade tipped tail of hers over and over again against the floor, the chair leg, her bonded's leg, anything. Patience is a virtue with this one, but she's too good-natured for anyone to be mad at. She loves making people happy or making them laugh. If a well timed tumble in the dirt will have someone feeling better, she'll do it. To this point, she's very clever as catching people off guard to gain a chuckle or a smile from them, and she's also able to read humans very well. She'll often know when someone's depressed or sad simply by looking at them. The most vulnerable person to this is her bonded, and she will stop at no ends to make her happy again. Especially sensitive to the needs of Hers, Cryth's emotions will sometimes follow the track of her bonded's emotions, but she's too lighthearted to let her bonded's emotions make her down for any length of time. Fun Facts: Craftskills:Craft: Astronomy/StarCraft Level of Proficiency: Senior Apprentice Specialty: She's pretty much awesome at all of the knowledge-based things: the straight information. Weakness: She's not good thinking on her feet most of the time, so in an actual situation with something that astronomers would be needed for (like, you know, an asteroid or something) she'd probably be useless.
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Kaemi
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Post by Kaemi on Jun 22, 2010 9:49:15 GMT -5
Who: L'mar and Dalisth and whoever else. What: Eating? It'll be fun. Promise. Where: The Kitchens... Warnings: L'mar might (no, he probably will) hit you with something. It’s okay though, because he may not mean to do it. XD
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Mine… please tell me that you’re just going there to eat? A little green pleaded with Hers, blockading the weyrling barracks (even a tiny green, not even halfway through development, can successfully keep her mindmate from going places she didn’t want him to go). “Aww,” the weyrling whined. Just a little bit. “Fine. Only eating, promise.” Resigned, he reached to rub Dalisth’s eye ridges, and she willingly moved out of L’mar’s way.
Shells, he had the greatest little thing planned… but oh well, he would have to save it for a later date. Maybe Dalisth would even help him, then. The only problem was that he had almost been caught at his last prank, and now the green was worried about him. But she was sure to forget it, sooner or later, and then everything would be back to normal. L’mar happily waved goodbye to his green, then left the barracks.
Making his way towards the kitchens, L’mar looked around the Weyr, trying to find something to play with. He didn’t find anything, so he walked in to the room empty-handed, and a little morose. Nothing a good mug of klah and an assortment of meat, fruit, and sweet rolls couldn’t change! After grabbing just that, he sat down at a small table and began eating.
He tore a piece of a meat roll, popping it into his mouth. Hm, not bad, not bad. A little bored, the weyrling tossed an untouched fruit roll and threw it into the air, then another, and then a sweet roll. Soon enough, he was actually juggling the rolls, adding in another just to make it more fun. L’mar ended up fumbling with one of them, so to save face, he caught one in his mouth, and the rest with his hands. Success!
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