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R'tel
Sept 14, 2010 18:25:49 GMT -5
Post by Maykat on Sept 14, 2010 18:25:49 GMT -5
+1 from egg guessing
2 total
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Post by Maykat on Sept 14, 2010 18:23:16 GMT -5
“Well if it works, I’m rolling in a pile of fish before Trith’s eggs hatch,” Batavia said with a grin. More eggs shook, but the little blue just didn’t seem ready to find a person. Hopefully he wouldn’t go wild. That would be a waste. She let out a low whistle when the Chocolate Chips egg hatched an enormous brown. “Look at the size of that thing.” He was uneasy on his feet, making Batavia smile.
She crouched down, shifting her bag further back and holding out a scrap of meat. She wiggled it in what she considered an enticing way. It worked, as the little, actually giant, brown wove his way towards her and jumped in her hand. Batavia locked eyes with the brown and immediately felt the Impression. She sucked in her breath, feeling his emotions, mostly hunger but also love and…acceptance? Despite research all she could about Impression, Batavia knew she would never have the words to describe it. She rocked back on her heels, nestling the bowl of meat scraps in the sand to give her a free hand.
The brown gobbled up meat as fast as she would give it to him, even catching the tip of her finger once. Eventually he slowed down, his big eyes blinking slowly as tiredness replaced his hunger. Still, there was food left and he didn’t want to leave any bit behind. Grinning, Batavia held up the bowl so he could lick the juices in the bottom. When he was finally done, he curled up on her chest, nuzzling his head against her neck. Batavia smiled from ear to ear as she slowly stood and shuffled to the back of the crowd. She stroked the brown’s neck, watching the rest of the hatching while thinking of names.
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Post by Maykat on Sept 13, 2010 16:55:15 GMT -5
After a moment of catching her breath, Batavia saw Valee was waiting for an egg too. She moved to go stand by the other girl but wrinkled her nose when she got close. "Did you bring fish for the hatchlings or do you just smell like one?" she asked with a grin. Not that Batavia had room to talk; her perfume of choice lately seemed to be numbweed and redwort.
Her attention was soon diverted by the rocking of more eggs. Batavia slung the bag over her shoulders to across her back, getting it out of the way and leaving both hands free. What an odd colored blue. She didn’t remember seeing anything, dragon or firelizard, with that kind of patchy coloring. But he didn't seem to have any other problems, so it was probably just a harmless quirk. She had to grin as he kept trying to hide behind things. Hatchings always put her in a good mood, even if they always left her empty handed.
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Post by Maykat on Sept 12, 2010 20:04:12 GMT -5
Who: Batavia, Dastan and any NPC weyrbrats Where: Creche cavern When: mid-morning Warnings: Batavia
“You want to cry?” Batavia muttered under her breath, dragging a red-faced weyrbrat across the chamber. “I’ll give you something to cry about, by Faranth. You’re in the wrong here, don’t try that crap on me. You don’t bite people! Do you know how dirty your mouth is?” The child was deposited in a chair facing the corner. “You sit there and think about how nasty it is to be sinking your filthy teeth into some kid ‘cause they’ve got the toy you want. Would you want someone biting you and taking away your toy?” She loomed over the boy, hands on hips. “I don’t think so. And if your butt leaves that chair before I come back for you, I’m having a sharding dragon drop you between. Got it?” Confident he wasn’t going anywhere, Batavia turned her attention back to the rest of the room.
It was the second day in a row of torrential rain and the crèche was getting wild and Batavia was getting ready to pull her hair out. She cursed, encompassing herself, V’mio and the chaos around her in three small words. This was her punishment for not paying attention in classes, she was sure. She thought he didn’t mind but apparently the bronzerider did mind, and did mind very much. Crèche duty was her least favorite chore posting, and the one thing she would risk getting kicked out of candidacy to skip. V’mio knew it, too, and usually kept her out of the crèche. But here she was, in a cavern full of children too young to be put to work and having flashbacks to helping her mom and stepmother raise her younger siblings.
A part of her, small but growing, was hoping for an urgent call from the infirmary needing her help. Or for a groundshake to collapse the cavern. Either one would do.
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Post by Maykat on Sept 12, 2010 14:08:23 GMT -5
“Oh yes, we talked it over all right.” R’tel said, nodding his head seriously but mentally rolling his eyes. He refrained from calling Toven a dimglow under his breath. He liked the man, even if he seemed out of touch with how the Weyr worked. R’tel had resigned himself, grumpily, to waiting out the next Turn by putzing away in the weyrling wing.
R’tel grunted and thought about Toven’s description of whers. He hadn’t expected whers to be as articulate as dragons, but he was surprised to hear them compared to firelizards. “So, anybody ever try to Impress a dragon and a wher at the same time?” he asked, looking out over the water. Ineth quickly raised her head and glared at R’tel, who just grinned. Calm down, I’m just asking, he said. Ineth lowered her head back to the water but continued to watch the two warily. If Toven was going to try to tempt her R’tel with a wher, then the green would have to re-evaluate her opinion of the man. She rumbled, the vibrations scaring off the small school of fish around her.
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Post by Maykat on Sept 11, 2010 11:42:21 GMT -5
When Batavia heard about the firelizard clutch hatching she quite literally dropped what she was doing, tossing unfolded clothes on her cot, grabbing her small med kit and running for the kitchen. She got a small bowl of meat scraps after a short but heated argument with a kitchen worker and quickly headed for the Sands. She gave an awkward bow/curtsy to Brilla before taking a spot among the other hopefuls.
Batavia breathed heavily, taking in deep gulps of air while she mentally counted who else was around. More people than eggs as was normal. Batavia was surprised L'cin was just giving the eggs away. Personally, she would have sold them to the highest bidder, after saving one for herself. She knew better than to suggest the idea to the weyrling, a chance at a free egg was better than paying. She nodded to Mikovren, not surprised to see the other journeyman.
If asked, Batavia would have justified her desire for a firelizard by saying how helpful it could be, in addition to just being a pet. Firelizards had been trained to do all sorts of things, and she liked the idea of using one to carry messages or alert people. If she was being honest, however, she might admit to seeing a firelizard as her best chance at experiencing a dragon Impression. So she waited, looking over people's heads and trying to see which eggs were rocking.
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Post by Maykat on Sept 7, 2010 20:41:31 GMT -5
Batavia stuck her tongue out and made a rude noise when he asked about candidacy. “I could probably teach the lessons as well as V’mio by now.” Candidacy faded into the background between clutches, replaced by dragonhealing and Batavia often found herself in the back of the classroom, zoning out. She passed many a lesson mentally repeating parts of dragon anatomy while V’mio talked about Weyr politics and fighting wing structures. If the Candidatemaster noticed, which Batavia was sure he did, he never said anything. “I’ve been at this for four Turns; I’d gladly take scrubbing and butchering instead.”
“I was an apprentice beastcrafter, ” she answered, leaning against a table as she eyed up the shelves. “I was on the docks, getting ready to go North when I got Searched. Once I got to the Weyr, well,” she stepped forward and shelved the last book in her arms, “if your choices are herdbeasts or sharding dragons, it’s really not much of a choice.” It really had been that easy for her to switch, despite the extra training and responsibility that came with dragonhealing. It meant she got to be around the great beasts every day, even if she never Impressed one.
“So what’s your story?” she asked, sitting on the table and letting her feet dangle. They still had the clean the room; no matter how much the library was used the flat surfaces were always coated in dust. But she figured they had time for a break. “You were holdbred, right?” Batavia asked, trying to remember if she knew anything about the boy. She knew plenty about Calzanth but not much about his rider.
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Post by Maykat on Aug 27, 2010 22:40:50 GMT -5
Batavia was headed to the Lower Caverns for breakfast when she saw the egg-heavy gold enter the Hatching Cavern and immediately turned on her heel. She kept a small first aid bag packed under her cot in the barracks and jogged back to get it. She had some time before her chores were due to start and really, it was her duty as a healer to make sure the little queen was okay during her Clutching. It really had nothing to do with her burning desire for a firelizard, or a perfect opportunity to wheedle the promise of an egg.
Really.
She gave the queen a wide berth on the Sands, not wanting to trigger a territorial outburst. The two other people, weyrlings by their knots, wouldn’t help matters much. “Hey there,” she said softly and nodded to Lialla and L’mar before turning her attention to L’cin. “You must be the one with the knocked up flitter. How’s she doing?” Batavia eyed up Brillia. Nothing suspect, but then it was rare for something to go wrong during a Clutching. Firelizards pretty much knew what they were doing in that respect.
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Post by Maykat on Aug 27, 2010 17:09:47 GMT -5
Batavia will try for one for sure!
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Post by Maykat on Aug 25, 2010 8:20:29 GMT -5
R'tel rolled his eyes at Lialla and said. "Way to miss the point, sweetie." He turned his body away from Lialla with an air of finality, determined to ignore the girl no matter what drivel she spouted. That was a pair destined to never get out of the queens' wing, he was sure. Not like Ineth and him, he thought fondly. They were headed for a high altitude wing; Weyrleader's Flight if not the actual Weyrleader's wing itself.
"Oh, Ineth hits it off with just about everyone she meets," he said, reaching for another bandage, a little one this time. "And even if she doesn't like Dalisth at first, give her a day and Ineth will forget she ever met your green." He grinned and wrinkled his nose. He was excited about the possibility of exploring the Crystal Caverns more. The short glimpse he had gotten wasn't enough to satiate his curiosity. He looked up when R'nen entered and waved the boy over.
"Hey there, don't worry about it." R'tel motioned to the large sinks against the wall. Since he had been the first weyrling to show up and had actually gotten directions from the healer, R'tel felt it was his place to give directions to the others. Plus, he technically outranked them. In a way. "The healer said to wash up real well, then start rolling bandages." He glanced into the large baskets. "We've got plenty left for you."
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Post by Maykat on Aug 17, 2010 21:11:30 GMT -5
“Is that what you’re going to say to the rider that got scored in Fall because you were late with his replacement firestone? I apologize,” he said, doing a fairly good imitation of Lialla’s voice, “but I was only tardy once and I had to talk to my brother.” He shot her a disgusted look before turning his body away from her to focus on L’mar. He seemed like a good guy at least. “Good to meet you, L’mar. Dalisth should meet Ineth, she’s always looking for new friends to jabber at.” He waved away L’mar’s apologies with an eyeroll and a half grin. Girls. Always complaining about something.
“Have you had a chance to check out the Crystal Caves yet?” he asked, his pace never slowing as he talked. “I went once but Ineth got panicky waiting by herself so I didn’t get a chance to stay long. They’re amazing, though.” His face lit up as he described it. “The crystals pick up the light from the glows and it looks like they’re glowing. Crazy.” He tossed his latest completed bandage and reached for another strip, a wide, long one. “You ought to join me the next time we get some free time.” Which probably wouldn't be for a while, but it was fun to have something to look forward to.
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Post by Maykat on Aug 14, 2010 7:45:17 GMT -5
R'tel sat up straighter and glared at Lialla. "No I'm not the Healer," he snapped. "But if you had been attentive to your duty and been here on time you would have gotten directions from the healer, wouldn't you?" 'Attentive to your duty' was not something R'tel was usually concerned about, but he didn't like the girl's tone. Probably some silly, spoiled holder girl that didn't like having to actually do work now. Well, she'd better get used to it, he thought. Dragonrider was hard work and only got harder. He continued to fume but began to relax as he felt Ineth's increasing mental presence calming him down. "He had to check on a patient so he told me to tell you two what to do when you got in." His tone was calmer and more explanatory; R'tel's way of apologizing for snapping.
"I'm R'tel," he said, finishing off his roll and tossing it into the correct basket. "Ineth and I transferred here from Southern after we graduated." He grabbed another strip of fabric, trying not to roll his eyes as Lialla dropped her bomb. This was just what he needed, some stupid girl waving her family drama around. Didn't people have the decency to not air their dirty laundry in public, he thought, sounding alarmingly like his mother.
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Post by Maykat on Aug 13, 2010 22:58:23 GMT -5
Ineth smacked her tail against the water, considering Toven’s words. She lost interest in his wher, and all whers in general, when it turned out his wasn’t a green. She warbled and swung her head around, peering into the water. A fish keeps tickling me and I can’t find it. Ineth closed her inside lids and slid her head under the water. I don’t want to eat it, at least not right now; I just want to play with it. Fish can be a lot of fun to play with, if they let you. Dolphins are really fun to play with but I usually don’t go out deep enough to see them and they rarely come up close enough to play with us. I think they do other things in other places and don’t have to come around the Weyr’s waters a lot, you know? She flopped over on her side, half submerged in the water. Her head floated up until just the eye ridges were exposed. Ineth slowly swung her head in a semi-circle, still hunting for her fish.
“Oh yeah.” R’tel was trying unsuccessfully not to snicker. “I forgot to tell you. She doesn’t really care about an answer; she just likes knowing she has an audience.” He took another meatroll from the basket and stuffed it in his mouth. He leaned back on one elbow and tugged at his shorts with the other hand. The damp fabric stuck to his legs as soon as he let it go. “Anyway,” he said, remembering Toven’s question from before Ineth interrupted. “We can’t join the wings until I’m sixteen because that’s how the rules are. A rider has to be sixteen to be tapped into a fighting wing, don’t matter how old their dragon is or how good they are.” He shrugged, trying to down play how much it rankled to still be a weyrling. “Got a problem, take it up with K’roi, not me.”
“So what're whers like? I've never been around any much." R'tel knew whers were useful, especially in the south against feline attacks, but had picked up the slight disdain for the creatures that many dragonriders held. "Do they talk like that?" he asked, motioning with his thumb to the ocean, where Ineth had started blowing bubbles in the water.
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Post by Maykat on Aug 11, 2010 21:49:10 GMT -5
Batavia shook her head. She wasn't surprised by Calzanth's interest in books. Baby dragons got on the oddest thought trains and generally could not be derailed for love or money. She started reshelving books, glancing at the titles as she did. She liked being a little nosy and getting to see what the Weyrfolk had been reading.
“He’s going to get a lot bigger before it’s all over. I hope you like scrubbing and oiling,” she said with a grin. That was one place where green and blue weyrlings definitely had an advantage. With how fast dragonets grew, and how often they needed to be bathed and oiled, the bronze and gold weyrlings ended up putting in far more work. She waggled her fingers at Yumi and smiled at the green, even more determined to get a firelizard of her own. If she could train one to carry messages it would be even better.
Batavia’s face lit up when she started talking about her work. “It’s great. I’m getting a lot more experience here than I was at Southern. There were tons more apprentices and journeymen there, so we were always fighting for the good cases.” Of course for the junior journeymen ‘good’ usually meant ‘horrifically mangled.’ Many journeymen spent some Turns at a Northern Weyr. Threadfalls were heavier, which meant worse injuries and more experience at a wider range of procedures. “But there’s so few of us here that I get to do everything. S’lain’s good.” For the first few sevendays at Cerulean, Batavia always unconsciously added a for only having one eye and one arm in her head when talking about S’lain’s skills. Somewhere along the line she’d stopped thinking that. “I’m learning a lot.”
“How are weyrling lessons?” she asked, walking back to get more books. “M’ma working you into the ground?” She quirked an eyebrow at K’ron, teasing him but also interested in what she, possibly, had to look forward to.
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Post by Maykat on Aug 8, 2010 16:54:54 GMT -5
Batavia swung open the door of the library, late and still chewing a meat roll. Her shift in the infirmary had been crazy and her replacement had been nearly a half hour late. Her stomach had been growling too bad to ignore, so Batavia had swung by the kitchens before heading to the library. It was out of her way, but Batavia knew she couldn’t last until supper without having something in her stomach. She leaned against a table and waggled her eyebrows at K’ron until she managed to swallow. “Hey there. That was a pretty good explanation you had going. Planning to teach Calzanth to read?” She dusted her hands off on her tunic and moved to take an armful of books.
“How is your brown?” she asked, hoisting the books to her hip. It was a courtesy question; Batavia knew very well how the brown was as she helped with the weyrling physicals. Still, it was polite to ask and she knew weyrlings loved talking about their dragons. While Batavia knew some candidates resented new weyrlings, she had quickly gotten over her jealousy and disappointment at being left standing. After her first few Hatchings she had been one of those people, but the sting had greatly lessened. Any bad feelings she had disappeared along with her terrible post-feast hangover.
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