Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 17:42:13 GMT -5
Not to be pesky (who am I kidding), but...
Only Mikovren has his marks page. Can I get one up for Savareniel, Selene, and Vton please luffs?
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
Posts: 194
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 5, 2010 15:52:03 GMT -5
A break was desperately needed by mid-morning, and the smell of fresh heavy stew came floating by not too much later. Deciding it was a sign-as Dysiiliouth rumbled on his ledge in amusement, V’ton gave up on the reports and issues stacked at his desk and rose to stretch. “Hey. It’s not like I’m eating too much…” he rejoined to the bronzes’ amusement, with an easy smile. But they both knew that since a new Head had arrived, V’ton had started to eat more often than not, when before he’d habitually missed a meal here and there. The food was too good to pass up though, now, and he quickly followed his nose down to the caverns.
Cajolling the servers for a hearty bowl of stew and a loaf of fresh, light bread, V’ton eyed the pastries being made, sweet scent testing his resistance, and the fresh cut fruit on a side board, debating. One of the cooks laughed at him, and gave him a shove towards the table. “G’wan with you! You can always come back for more after you finish that, young man!” Laughing, V’ton agreeably headed towards the tables, making a note that he definitely wanted to eat dinner tonight from the look of the birds being plucked.
Sitting down at a table not too far from the door or the cooks, in case he decided he did want to liberate a few more rolls or some of that fruit-jam they had going, the bronze rider blew a puff of air up to move hair from his eyes, and grinned slightly. Early enough that not too many people were about yet, and despite the trauma of Trith’s recent flight, he wasn’t on duty right now, and thus, was able to relax, for the first time in a while. A small smile tugged V’tons’s lips as he nibbled on the fresh, crusty bread, enjoying the flavor, before dipping it into the rich, meaty stew.
The food here, while good at other places, was lovely, and he preferred to time it so it was just finished whenever he was able-which his beloved Dysiiliouth often helped with, since the dragon often was merged enough to enjoy things, and V’ton had a habit of taking bits of food to the dragon to try. A soft moan, under his breath but there never-the-less passed the Wing Leader’s lips at the taste of both together, and he melted somewhat. Good food was a weakness, and the new Head they had in the caverns made some of it to die for….
A rustle of noise alerted him that he wasn’t alone in that self-same instant, and V’ton blushed at being caught enjoying his lunch so much, especially in front of… a candidate? She must be. Swallowing, V’ton grinned, even as the flush faded, and let his gaze travel over Keiko, then over her canine, with a welcoming wave of his free hand. She was rather cute, he noted, and bright and cheerful-good things to be, though the seemingly flightyness made him a bit curious. “Welcome! Keiko, was it? Wing Leader V’ton of bronze Dysiiliouth. Welcome to Cerulean! You’re one of the new candidates? Where did they find such a bright thing as you?”
Ok, so he was flirting somewhat, but she was cute, and a wonderful distraction from the darker thoughts which had plagued him recently. Besides, there was no harm, until the clutch was hatched, anyways. And she had started. Dysiiliouth’s amusement rumbled in his mind as V’ton took another bite, careful to restrain his reaction this time, before he glanced to Jazzy, then offered her a chunk of meat fished from his bowl. He had a weakness for animals that was well known in the Weyr, and Keiko may as well learn that.
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 5, 2010 13:53:42 GMT -5
Always On Him:
Savareniel always wears the belt and pouches he owns, along with a thin black hide necklace bearing two pendants of glass-a bronze and a blue dragon each, memories of his lost family. Two belt knives are visible, and he has two small ones in each boot, along with a short sword that lays on his left hip.
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
Posts: 194
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 5, 2010 13:53:20 GMT -5
Posessions: ~Paxars: A 4 year old runnerbeast, bred to his specifications while still at Fort Weyr/Smith Craft Hall. The runner is a sturdy 16 hands, a cross between a warm and cold blood, so built rather like a Friesian. His hide is a brilliant golden-red, and he claims four stark black socks and feathering, though his main and tail are a creamy golden tone. A heavy black stripe covers the right half of his face, and he has a thin dorsal list.
~Craft tools: Savareniel owns an entire set of hammers, tongs, plates for wire-spinning, and setups for weaving the wire, along with blocks of raw metals and all else he needs.
~Weaponry: Several blades of various lengths including a sword are owned and not meant for sale, being mostly made for function not appeal.
~Various pelts, hides, furs, and feathers from his time hunting.
~Sturdy clothing, usually of a plain brown leather.
~Tack for Paxars, both riding and dray-work, of a heavy, undyed leather.
~A belt with several pouches on it for gathering small things, and a money pouch on the inside with his accumulated marks.
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 5, 2010 13:52:51 GMT -5
Cave Homestead A small piece of land outside of a holding in the south, Savareniel purchased it as the perfect place to live while hunting and forging, and to escape from the memories that Fort in the North held. More so, however, the lushness of the vegetation and fresh fruits were an amazing thing to have regularly, and free for the taking from the world outside his door. The cave isn’t part of a system, even if it once was, and has four ‘rooms’ that come off of it, the furthest back and lowest housing a small, spring fed pool of fresh water, perfect for usig in cleaning things, and a great supply of one of life’s most vital needs. The other two are opposite the third along a tunnel, and he, after consulting a Miner Craft, had marked out and started chiseling by hand shelves into the walls alongside them.
The middling room holds piles and jars of stored food on one wall, and is mostly really taken over in devotion to the hides he works, and pelts, and crates of feathers to be turned into whatever he desires. Those are his life, or were before coming to the Weyr, and he still returns from time to time to gather his products to sell, though most wet to paying off the cave he owns.
The largest, though, is given over to stabling and storing fodder for his beloved runnerbeast, Paxars, who can while away time in content safe from predators and Thread here. Soft rushes cover half the room, separated from the stores by a wood partition that forms a stall, where a shelf is covered with a bin for sweet feed, and a wicker-work rack for hay. The rest of the room is filled with grain and whatnot, including pieces of tack for the animal.
The last room is a moderate size and holds a chest where he keeps his clothing and trinkets not yet brought to the Weyr, a table with tools spread out on it, and a sleeping-couch on a stone shelf spread with heavy furs, perfect for a bed in his mind. A few various pieces of artistic metal work, and some weapons crafted both plain, and one or two jeweled, to sell at gathers are carefully wrapped in their own hides beside the bed.
Candidate Barracks: Bunked in the barracks, and still not sure how he ended up agreeing to this, Savareniel brought only two chests, one large and one small, and three bundles of hides, furs, and feathers, along with one of them being pieces for his trained craft. The larger chest holds the forged weapons he’s crafted to sell, and a few particularly nice hides that he’s unwilling to part with, brought over from his cave.
There are a few worked metal trinkets in there, and a couple of smaller gems he’d traded for to set, as well. The small chest sits atop the larger, and holds his clothes, and a few personal affects, including a journal-book which also holds a tally of his hunts, craft-work, and profits made/lost. The three bundles are kept carefully under the bed, each a wicker carrier lined with a sturdy hide to protect the innards, and locked carefully.
Weyr Stable Begging and bartering, and the cost of upkeep plus some feathers, two large hides, and one of his precious pelts, earned Savareniel a rather nice stall for his beloved stallion, roomy as the cave had been, and better aired, since it was aboveground. More so, the fresh fodder, and a cubby to himself in the tack room to store Paxars tack. This is where he spends most of his time, when not working or crafting or at lessons, riding or just enjoying his horses’ company with Shen.
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Lothyna
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Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 5, 2010 13:18:08 GMT -5
As she clung with surprising strength to V’taphs legs in that brief moment before his dragon thwacked him which earned a bright giggle, Selene remembered the scent that lingered on his clothing, and cuddling on Veneth to listen to stories from the man she had, at least until today, quietly considered her father, even though he hadn’t sired her. But they both were brown riders, and Veneth she had adored-evidenced by the small plush toy in the ground behind her. Turning her head to look at the brown, she offered a bright smile to the dragon, eyes shining happily.
She could see, though, the marks on his hide where he’d been injured-she was guessing in the flight that Trith had led, which was not a happy memory, since they didn’t look like Thread-score. “Hi Veneth!” The bright voice was filled with happiness at the dragon actually speaking to her, and seconds after V’taph had started to lean down, she’d thrown herself to the dragon, hugging his foreleg, her face pressed against the soft skin she remembered well. He smelled the same to her too.
But V’taphs words made her tremble, and she turned her head against Veneth’s leg to look back at him, brown eyes determined but trembling, tiny hands gripping tightly (not that it would matter to the dragon) about the brown, much better than her plush toy she’d kept since Benden. “I know you’re not my sire.” She returned, still hoping. She hadn’t meant to say it, really, but it was how she thought of the man, “but…” She paused, and looked up at Veneth again, scrubbing her cheek as a tear fell at the thought that he might reject that, that maybe she should have kept quiet.
But it was so hard! She’d missed him so much! And for a child as sensitive as she was, and uprooted to Silver Cove, then here at Cerulean, she’d needed something stable, and when she saw him, again, well… Scrubbing another tear fiercely into Veneth’s soft hide, she bit a trembling lower lip, voice wavering with the fear that he would turn her away, despite the brown-she-adoreds recognition and welcome. “But.. that doesn’t mean.. that you can’t be.. aren’t… -my- -daddy-.” She whispered, mostly to Veneth’s leg.
“I thought of you as him…” She murmured, voice sad, and scrubbed a third tear away into the brown hide, before peering up with steady eyes, trying not to ry, at the big brown dragon. “M’sorry for crying on you Veneth. I missed you too.” And missed climbing on him, and curling under his wings for a nap on a warm ledge in the sun, and smelling his hide when she was allowed to clamber all over the rather patient brown.
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Lothyna
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Shadow Dancer
Posts: 194
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 5, 2010 12:43:38 GMT -5
Still not used to the layout of Cerulean, Savareniel was at least certain that his was where he was supposed to be-how many places looked and smelled like this, after all? Peeking a head into the building, the young man nodded to himself before moving inside, curious gaze taking in the people being kept her, and the Healers working, along with someone whose knots were somewhat familiar. Shen trilled brightly at hers, chirping and supplying an image of a wher, before he grinned, and tickled the green under her wings. “Thanks, lovely.” He murmured, voice soft, before turning to a healer.
“I’m here for chores, where do you want me?”While he understood the practice, it didn’t mean he was happy about it-but he also knew a Weyr was always shorthanded, it seemed. Still, he was somewhat nursing a bruised ego over Feynth deciding for him that he had to return to another Weyr-hadn’t he been through enough at Fort? Besides, it was proven, aside from Shen, anyways, that he had little a dragon would desire. Shrugging at the Healer’s look when he spaced out briefly, Sav sighed, and moved over to a table beside Dastan, quickly braiding his hair as he walked to keep it back, and tied it lightly away from his face.
Looking with a sigh at the set up before him, dried herbs and fresh, empty jugs and vials, cutting tools, and a fire to one side with a row of kettles to heat things in, Sav grumbled briefly, even as Shen twisted about, head quirked at the Wherboy and hisGreen in curiosity. Chirping a greeting, the little green settled onto Sav’s shoulder as he glanced up at Dastan. “Hello. I’m Savareniel.” He offered, before turning his gaze to the task, “And this little one is Shen.” Beneath his hands were plenty of familiar herbs-he had to take care of himself, but he detested making the mixtures.
Still, it was better than having to care for the patients, or clean bed pans and the like, so he’d not complain…much. Or out loud. Deftly chipping the herbs into the required size to utilize them, and filling the kettles or jars as indicated in a list on a scrap of hide the healer had given, Savareniel half-lost himself in the repetitive task, glancing curiously at Dastan every few moments.
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
Posts: 194
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 5, 2010 1:15:57 GMT -5
Always Carried
Miko always carries a belt with several pouches at his side, which are used to gather small things of interest, and a larger pouch that has simple thread, needles, numbweed, redwort, and oil in case of a small mishap while out and about. He also always wears at least three sashes in a dark green to mark his craft, and because they’re rather useful.
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
Posts: 194
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 5, 2010 1:14:58 GMT -5
Possessions:
-3 chests, one for healing linens, one for clothes, a small one for personal items -various clothing in brighter colors, and in the range of blues and greens. -many, many crystals that are ‘raw’ -a wooden desk with 7 drawers, bought plain and unvarnished, which he works on in his spare time. -a journal. -various pillows and furs -tools for his work -baskets for gathering -records for study of his craft -raw wood for crafting tools
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
Posts: 194
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 5, 2010 1:14:03 GMT -5
Where: The Infirmary
What:
Mikovren has laid claim to two rooms, connected, at the infirmary area. Since he was moved as a Journeyman, rather than a candidate, and also keeps his private stores for his work on hand, the space is needed, and sometimes a little crowded. The main room is the larger of the two, and is his work area, with the bed chamber off behind it. The walls are the softer stones of the cliff face, and each room is lined with shelves, and has pelts covering the floors, as well as padding the chairs, bench and bed.
The outer room has the most shelves, made of a sturdy wood, and well-leveled, which line the walls up to the ceiling, and down to the floor in some place. A sturdy wooden desk takes up the further corner from the door, heavy black varnished wood with delicate carvings done by Miko trailing over most of it-it's a project in the works itself, and inlaid in places with tiny ground powders from broken crystals which glimmer in the light. The desk has several drawers on each side, and in the top, which are filled with various tools, brushes, inks, and hides/papers to write, draw, and record on.
The shelves are filled mostly with stores of various herbs used in his crafts, bins with his tools for healing, copies of records, jars of catgut and thread, and carefully stacked and cut reeds for splints. Clean, scentless linens are stacked carefully in a wooden chest opposite the desk, upon which sit a couple of rough-woven baskets used in gathering fresh supplies on his forays into the jungle or beaches. Over the desk, however, next to a narrow but floor to ceiling shelving of references and study materials, the shelves are devoted to his crystals and stones, which he gathers once a season usually.
Obsidians from the volcanic activity take up a shelf their own, all of various types, but high quality, since he uses them to make his own surgical blades, and the shelves to either side hold various flat stones for carving or heating or cooling-great to store food or allow a patient to keep heat or cold on a set part. The rest of the shelves are divided in half between stacks of carefully selected or purchased woods for handles or settings, and the various crystals found in his life, especially more recently in the caves. A basket of seashells hangs below a shelf, added to occasionally when he can be bothered to go.
Miko’s bedroom holds a storage chest of clothes, and a small one of personal items, both nestled against the wall near a somewhat spacious bed, which is covered in furs, of various color, since he cares more for texture than pattern, and a plethora of pillows filled with either sweet rushes, or more often, feathers from avians. A shelf in here holds carved trinkets and hair ties, along with a tumbled-about stack of sashes, since he typically wears two or three at a time, and a journal lies tucked under them, filled with various notes and thoughts.
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
Posts: 194
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 5, 2010 0:28:29 GMT -5
~*~ Selene ~*~ [/u] A sweet young girl, temperate as a rose with all its thorns, fey and beloved of animals. The flower upon the scarlet-The lover of her heart and soul NOT AVAILABLE. [she’s only 9!] Gentle wind within the slanting grass-The people who walk with her day in and out as friends We take what we’re given and hold it a while-The few people close as kin, or kin themselves. V’taph. A beloved father figure. {whether he knows it or not} Veneth. Sort of an uncle, her favorite dragon. I hear he died alone-The few who she wishes ill-usually for cruelty to animals and people. Inspired by moon-glow, so cool in the night-The people she likes, or is liked by, even as a childish crush it must be.
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 4, 2010 20:55:18 GMT -5
Who: Selene, V’taph, and Veneth What: Finding a ‘Family’ and not letting go Where: Weyrbowl When: Mid-morning Warnings: Tear-jerkers?
Watching the golden globe of Ruhkbat rise above Pern, sparkling light off of mica flecks in the face of the Weyr and glint off of the ocean, a young girl sighed, eyes distant and somewhat spacey, blond hair curling in wisps at her side in the breeze off the water. Brown eyes trailing over the various ledges, weyrs, and facets of life to their new home, the young girl blinked, and then turned her attention to the bowl. She loved it, early in the day, when the dragons were waking alongside their riders and preparing for various tasks, hunts, or visits to other Weyrs and Holds. Her favorites were the big browns, reminding her of the two most important men in her life, and so varied, yet so very earthy.
She smiled faintly at the sight of a green preening her wings in the water, before glancing towards the infirmary area, where she knew several dragons were yet to recover from the Weyr Queen’s flight, and the sudden attack via a strange bronze. Clutching a stuffed brown fur dragon, modeled after her memories of the one brown she always looked for, Selene sighed, and turned back to looking about her new home. She’d only been here a year, nearly two, since she came with her creche-nanny, and while she loved it, every day showed her something new, and changes were still occurring as the Weyr grew.
While too young to stand as a candidate, she knew she was slotted for a chance when older, part of the reason they’d allowed the transfer, since Cerulean was still not at full strength, and she was grateful. Being at Silver Cove was too painful, and held too many bad memories. Here, though, she had fallen in love with the ocean and jungle, though she heard many lectures on the dangers. And the dolphins! She loved them, with their funny laughs, and playful nature. In fact, she was hoping to find a rider to take her there, since she had a day off from chores, and wanted a swim.
Skipping lightly to a brown that reminded her of the one she held in her hands, Selene made her way about it in a wide arc, looking hopefully about for it’s rider/partner. She’d been with a greenrider the last few times, and while the greens were darling, she couldn’t help her love of the great brown ones. Seeing an older man who looked familiar-all riders generally had the same build of sorts, from riding-Selene skipped closer, eyes bright and cheery. “Hello!” She chirped, voice high and sweet, before she froze, dropping her stuffed brown as the man turned.
She –knew- him, he was the one she’d cried on in childish fear before, the one who looked over the children and played with them, who had taught them their songs and lessons-the one she’d missed more than any. Toy forgotten in the dust, the tiny girl threw herself into the air straight at him, a word she’d never before dared say out loud tumbling from her lips. “Daddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 4, 2010 19:15:36 GMT -5
What: One liners, which shall be posted in the format below, taken from both OOC and IC that are humorous/zany/out there/inappropriate in some way. I expect you all to submit them, and feel free to guess who said what if you can. Maybe we can even get a running tally via the mods if enough people participate!
Format: (pretty simple, actually) ~Quote -IC or OOC
Don't say who said what, though, let's see how many people can guess.
Who: Anyone and everyone, on site, to be fair. Why: Because some days, you just need a laugh. And frankly, we all have to admit: we say some hilarious, stupid, amazing, or just plain out there crap. Not to mention smutty.
The Quotes~!
1.) OOC: Of course not Kira dear, that's why we got you that lovely new ja... I mean, coat, with the lovely dangly bits.
2.) IC: Dragons? Is that what they're calling them now?
3.) OOC: She actually forced her way into my house
4.) OOC: I took kira with me and walked her too
5.) OOC: Housewife r me
6.) OOC: I had wondered why kira was so unusually furry
7.) OOC: ...reaching cross cuntry to roux, too.
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 1, 2010 17:57:11 GMT -5
hahaha. but plot boards are AWESOME. xD Fair enough I suppose I shall suffer. *joking*
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
Posts: 194
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 1, 2010 9:41:56 GMT -5
Savareniel: 19, born middle of autumn Shen: 3 turns, late spring
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