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Post by Lothyna on Nov 12, 2010 17:56:17 GMT -5
Despite her day of trying to cheer things up, Selene was still a wreck, and V’taph’s duties calling him away made it harder, though she’d never admit as much to her daddy. She knew how hard he worked, and she was almost ten now, old enough to deal with her own issues herself-or so she felt. In the days following the attack, the young girl had found a somewhat surprising (only outwardly, though) friend and ally, in the young candidate whom she’d gravitated to when he was aiding in the crèche chores. Despite his appearances, she was easily able to feel at ease with his iron control, and know that there was far more going on beneath the surface with the reclusive (emotionally, at least) candidate. The slight rivalry with him and F’ren amused her to no end, as well.
Still, that sense of friendship, and an honest desire for his success, was what had driven her to face the place of her nightmares again. She’d slipped into the sands that morning, feeling the hum almost before it started, and had greeted Trith sadly, but with a lingering love for the great gold whom she’d spent so much time talking to. She’d wanted to caress her hide, but settled instead for a place in the risers near here, more focused until she actually called the candidates on the queen than her clutch. When they started filing in, she’d risen, tears tracking her cheeks since she knew what would happen, and faced the gold from the sands.
Dropping into a somewhat wobbly curtsy, she gave Trith a tremulous smile. “Goodbye, Trith. I know they’ll do you proud.” And she knew it would be the last time she spoke to the gold. Walking backwards, Selene turned after a last, sad glance, and all but ran to the entrance, almost fleeing the sands in her desire to avoid the death of a dragon she liked, before she forced herself to stop, hands fisted, fingernails digging into her palms, and trembling. The line of white reminded her that this should have been a joyous occasion, that she should be there, welcoming the new dragons and their riders-to-be, with the rest. Sniffling, she took several long moments to calm herself, ignoring the bodies moving past as candidates entered, and spectators went to find seats.
Finally, she turned, face scrubbed hastily clean of tears with an arm, and edged back in, aiming to get to the risers in the sands. As her foot first touched the ledge up to where she wanted to sit, close enough to the exit to feel safe, and not too far from the trestle tables being set up with meat for the would-be starving hatchlings, she heard the first crack of an egg. The attempted bugle drew her gaze like a lifeline to the bronze, and she felt a rush of pure, sweet relief at the thought that the luck of a strong, proud bronze to be first! Sighing, as he seemed to know whom he wanted-always a good omen, she knew- she started, watching him move unerringly towards… Elric?
Eyes wide with a sudden perverse delight that swept away the rest of the events, Selene couldn’t help a cheer of joy, watching her friend find his partner in the stately bronze hatchling. Dancing in place as he led him to the food, she wrapped her arms about herself, then laughed, softly, but it was there. Tumbling back onto the sands, the child darted over to the tables, running up despite all protocol and whatnot, to throw a hug at Elric, eyes bright and cheerful. “You did it! You’ve got a dragon! And he’s a gorgeous bronze! What’s his name? Oh! Congratulations!” She almost babbled, delight keeping her attention focused on the one person she’d really shown up to see aside from Trith, whom she couldn’t bear to face right now.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 12, 2010 17:28:20 GMT -5
One of the good things about working on the docks, aside from the cool water and the enjoyable company of the dolphins, was that the work was intense, and numbing, allowing one to exhaust themselves by the end of the day, falling into bed and sleeping easily. After the fast, furious unfolding of the soured Touching, and the tally of death and injury that he had no desire to even know, despite having sent the information to his family and kin along with a warning, the young Trader had delighted in his job. The soothing ocean and the joy of the dolphins had been a balm, calming him after sorrow, distracting him as he went over what he’d learned from his lessons as a candidate.
He’d been contemplating that, while cleaning his blade in his barracks, and realizing that despite the trauma, the Weyr was still pulling together. While he wasn’t in the council leading it now, he had seen them gathering, and had to assume they were working to find a solution. He didn’t know where the other wing had come from, or who they were, but he was curious about them, as were most of the people he talked to, it seemed. Still, that was over-ridden by most with a concern that another attack would occur-on the day of the hatching. And the joy that was unstoppable, and the hope that accompanied it, about the dragons would come from it. Even with the knowledge, people seemed impatient for the imminent event, as if it occurring would mean an end to the troubles.
He’d just started to worry that line of thought, though, when a call interrupted, and he felt himself stiffen, before he grinned. Even knowing that Trith was for all intents and purposes dead after this, he couldn’t deny the desire to see the babies born-not just because he was a candidate, either. More, he wanted to be there, to pay his respects to her one last time. She truly was a strong, great queen, and it was a tragedy, what had happened. Shaking his head, Haverisen quickly shucked out of his clothes and pulled on the robe, making sure his knives and sword were in place, just in case. While he hoped to avoid a dangerous event, there was no telling, now, what would happen.
Racing towards the sands, he grumbled about being late, and nearly sprinted, seeing only a few straggling dragons winging towards the sands now, where he could hear and feel a rather intense hum, which was unmistakable for aught but the event. Swearing under his breath, he slipped inside as the first egg cracked, and grinned in relief as he saw a bronze, who knew immediately whom he wanted. Clapping whole-heartedly for that good note, he froze at the sight of the…brown? From the Rooibos egg, before slipping into the line, after it had too chosen it’s human partner. Bowing low, and watching Trith with a saddened knowledge, Ver turned again to see the Ginseng egg hatch out the first green, and had to stifle both worry and a grin as she set to rolling, fetching up against a clutch sibling.
Her demands to her brothers were rather adorable, he noted, and felt a flare of hope that he might be found worthy by a dragon himself, even as she obviously found her mate in a young man with long hair to his side. Taking the brief reprieve, he scanned the others present, and frowned faintly, wondering where the rest of the candidates were. Deciding that it wasn’t his worry, he turned back, eyes widening at Trith’s display of maternal anger and fear for her children. Staying firmly in line, he kept one eye on her, and the other on the clutch. Given how quickly the first three had cracked their shells, he couldn’t imagine that this would take much longer.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 12, 2010 7:44:51 GMT -5
The chores she’d been assigned took a great deal of the young Lord of Benden’s daughters’ time, and truthfully, were one of the things which kept her sane. The ability of the young to bounce back from trauma was an inspiration, even if it was partly fuelled by naivety and being sheltered. Still, delight and healing or no, between that, catch-up lessons, and training her dogs and maintaining her own skills, the young woman had very, very little free time. Some days, it felt as if she was constantly on the go, from sun-up, until long after Rhukbat had sunk beneath the rim, darkening the world as it turned. Even though much of this was her own doing, to stave off the grief, and the memories of blood and gore, the loss of three precious dragonets, and the impending death of the only queen, Syana desperately needed a break.
Thus, when the call came, she had been up to her neck in a nice, steaming bath, soaking after having gotten clean prior, enjoying the light scent of flowers from the salts. She still ached at times in her back from the fall she’d taken, though it was healing, and these soaks were one of her saving graces. At the voice in her mind, though, all rational thought fled, and she yelped, tried to jump up, and ended up falling back into the bath. Scrambling out, and thankful that her hair had been kept up and dry, she hurriedly tugged on the white robe, sticking her head into an arm area by mistake first. Cursing, and wondering at her sudden excitement, the young woman finally got herself straightened out, and slipped her feet into sandals.
Whistling for her dogs, the young woman ran a brush through her hair and tied in a colorful scarf, forcing herself not to remember the deaths, or think about what would happen to Trith, after. Scrambling towards the sands, she watched the crowd, and felt the cheers rush over her. Knowing that meant that at least one dragon had hatched, Syana cursed, and hurried inside, bowing to Trith as she joined the ring of candidates. A quick command left her dogs at the entrance, waiting for her, lest she raise the clutch-mother’s ire, and she belatedly checked for the daggers she normally wore, realizing she’d left them behind in her haste.
Sending a quick prayer to the dragons gone by, she hoped that nothing sorrowed this day more than the inevitable, noting that already, three dragons had hatched and Impressed-so quickly too! Eyes wide, she saw the bronze-who must have been first given that the others had hatched as she entered, Impress, and clapped happily for the boy. Seeing the second, a rather…ominous… brown, and blinked. Such strange colorations, and slightly worrying, but.. he seemed rather playful, and drew a smile, too. Clapping for that Impression as well, the young woman glanced about briefly, noting the filling stands, and Trith’s reactions.
Sucking in a worried, and nervous breath, she almost laughed at the seemingly clutzy green, and then couldn’t help a fond smile as she saw her head with a chirp towards another male, nudging up to him. Tears in her eyes, born of joy and a fevered excitement driven by the hum of dragons, Syana shifted from foot to foot, gaze roving over the rest of the clutch, wondering who would hatch next, and to whom they would Impress. Settling her gaze on the three moving, Vladisyana spared a thought to wonder where her brother was, hoping he’d make it in soon, since the hatching was moving so quickly.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 11, 2010 21:27:37 GMT -5
In the barracks, Savaraniel stared at the packs on the bed, debating. After recovering from the events, he’d gotten into a few…debates, with himself, Shen, and with S’ren. The latter was the most trying one, given that she was rather forceful. After all, he was the first search Feynth had done, and they both were being extremely stubborn. Still, despite the protests, he’d finally agreed to stay through the hatching, then decide. Yet, this morning, he’d packed, figuring that since he’d never Impressed while at Fort Weyr, he wasn’t likely to here. Thus, the bags. As soon as this was over, he was at least moving into the Weyr proper, and revoking his candidacy, if not moving to the Hold.
While he loved the dragons, the pain and memories roused by Silver Cove’s attack were almost too much to bear, and he’d been isolating himself from the others since then. Though, he had to admit, after talking to a few people, that the idea of staying at the Weyr as a hunter and it’s Smith for general weaponry and the like was rather tempting. Being alone at his cave-homestead had shown him that even with Shen and Paxars 9who had thankfully not been injured in the attacks) left him missing other company… Most especially when Shen rose.
Before he could decide, though, he felt Shen burst forth from Between as a voice he’d heard only once before echoed through his skull. Swallowing dryly, the young man seriously debated hiding-though he also knew he’d promised. And of the eggs left on the sands, what if, just maybe, a dragon hatched looking for him after all? It was a painful thought, especially now that those self-same sands were a tainted ground in his mind-the site whence the attack was launched, the precious eggs, stolen and killed, the death of Samhara. The sands from which Trith would forever leave after the hatching, if she hadn’t already, now her clutch was assured a birth.
Lost in thought, Savareniel wavered, not noticing his little green’s paying attention to his moods, and suddenly yelped, jumping in surprise as he felt teeth sink into his rear. Eyes wide, he belatedly realized that Shen had finally gotten fed up with his inability to settle on a course of action, and she knew he was supposed to go see the bigbigBIGgolds eggs hatch. Shen, being the little devil she was, had decided to take matters into her own paws, after hearing some interesting phrases and seeing some funny actions, and had bitten him smack on the butt. At times like this, he really hated her mimicry of others, but after a second, realized he couldn’t blame her. With a gentle smile, he carefully caught her, and petted her eyes ridges for a moment, then sighed.
“Fine, Shen. I’ll go.” He muttered, still somewhat disgruntled, and the fear in the back of his head brought anew by the deaths and nightmares which resulted, rose ever greater. Slipping into the white robe, Sav hesitated again, before shaking his head, pulling his hair back behind his shoulders and buckling on his sword and daggers again. After the more recent events, he’d never go unarmed again. And really, Trith would have to accept it. He just hoped she wasn’t angered by it. He figured that worst came to worst, he’d have to hand the one visible blade off to someone for the duration, or just would be moved to the stands.
Stepping outside, once he’d sent Shen winging off to find a perch for herself with the spectators, Savareniel slowly made his way towards the sands, before stopping as the sorrow and fear overwhelmed him. Unfortunately, he was rather unawares that it made him a perfect target, and that a certain blue had conspired against him. Later, he’d find very good reasons to believe that Shen had learned her trick from Feynth and S’ren, but at the moment, he only knew that he was suddenly lifted by a pair of paws, and winking Between in a dragon’s grip, then being dropped a foot to land next to the other candidates, eyes wide in shock. As he felt and heard Feynth’s amusement, he turned enough to see S’ren’s dragon rise to find a perch, and growled in his throat.
Turning, he swallowed nervously, and forced himself to actually look at the clutch, instead of just reacting, take in the eggs left here, and the site of Trith, magnificent to the last, behind them. Hearing the hum, he could feel the swell of hope and joy at the occasion from the dragons, and felt it soothing, so slowly, the memories, removing them from an immediate impact. Taking a bit of heart and courage, and using his indignation at a certain blue as a bolster, the young Smith edged forward, bowing low to Trith in both acknowledgment and honor, for the sacrifices she had made. “Thank you, Trith, for allowing me here…” The words caught in his throat, before being forced out, since he knew, without doubt, that even on such a joyous day, there would be sorrow at her passing.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 11, 2010 14:01:51 GMT -5
Mikovren had been working through some of the dried herbs they’d been shipped recently, noting down what had come in, and how much, when Trith’s voice echoed in his skull. Since the touching, he’d been hiding out most of time in his rooms, doing what work he could in there, and somewhat avoiding S’lain, too. The events were still too harash and forward in his head, and after a mini-battle over being assigned chores when he wasn’t a candidate, he’d retreated, trying to handle the confusion and turmoil. He couldn’t get the haunting memory of keening, and rage, the screams and blood from the battle, or the horrifying sight of three eggs stolen… and three which would never hatch. Even thinking about that memory made the bile rise rapidly in his throat.
Shuddering, the healer ran a finger over the light bandage on his arm, covering the last remnants of stitching, and rose, stretching carefully. He left the desk as ordered as he could, and wrote a note for no one to mess with it. He knew his best chance to avoid anyone (though Tess rarely left Trith, now) was to get there as fast as possible. Still, refusing to dress as what he wasn’t, Mikovren only took the time to make sure his hair was bound back into a tail, still too sore for a braid, and that the clothing he wore (for once in a green healer’s robe) was neat and tidy. Picking up his own kit, and making sure the knives he’d had to start carrying in a couple different places thanks to injury were set, he sighed.
Part of him wanted nothing to do with the hatching, given that Trith was, he knew, going to vanish Between after today, if she hadn’t already, and the sands would always be a tainted memory to him now. Scowling, he realized he had come to know in the past few days why Cerulean was the way it was, what S’lain had meant the last time they really talked. Yet he couldn’t bring himself out of his shock and reaction yet enough to grasp that. And Hatchings were supposed to be for the happy. Unfortunately, though, Mikovren’s conscience kicked in. He knew there would always be a chance for another attempt to occur, or them to try and force their candidates on the dragons, and feared that.
Muttering some choice words at his new lack of spine, Miko’s eyes flashed. As a healer, he had a duty to be there, especially given the potential for problems or Trith’s aggression at this event. Grumbling, he finally made his way towards the sands, knowing that if he didn’t start to at least go through the motions, he’d likely go insane. Staring at the dragons overhead winging in guests to watch, or coming to see the hatchlings for themselves, the healer found a small sense of creeping wonder and joy refusing to be squashed out at the happy event to come. If nothing went wrong, they’d have 17 new dragonets today, and their happy bonded, though he tried not to think of Trith, forced to stay for her clutch, soon to be loosed from that onerous burden to join Samhara.
Slipping down onto the sands, he bowed once to the queen, in silent recognition, then moved away, standing near the risers about half-way between her and the eggs. From here, he could spot any trouble as it happened, and hopefully get there in time. He studiously avoided staring up at the blue dragons, despite the desire to see if Jaxith had healed fully, or S’lain were present. One foot tapped impatiently, almost, and he could remember all too well the brief flash of desire, almost, to actually be among the candidates, having been graced enough to touch the eggs that day, their flashes of personality waking something he’d thought long hidden. ~Faranth, please… Keep this event unsullied from more than it must…~ he begged, unsure if he or the Weyr could stand another attack.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 10, 2010 16:43:45 GMT -5
We've got to finish this. >.> This has nothing at all to do with the fact that I now have FOUR chars not on here, and I think that others are missing some. *coughs* SAVARENIEL, Selene, Vladisyana, and Haverisen*coughs* and I don't see a Evyi, or a Keiko.... etc.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 10, 2010 16:34:14 GMT -5
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 10, 2010 4:03:17 GMT -5
Who: V’ton, Dysiiliouth, and his wing. What: Training, Mourning, and New People Where: Weyrbowl / Flight Grounds When: Early Afternoon til Dinner Warnings: Sadness, potential injury in training
A slight wind stirred the summer’s heat, though it didn’t bring much relief this far into the center of the island area that Cerulean laid claim to. Of course, this suited the dragons just fine, especially the giant bronze who had until recently been sprawled flat on the heated rocks, soaking up as much sun as he could. Dysiiliouth had only recently sent the call out to the wing to gather them, as he and V’ton had been training and recovering from their wounds and the trauma of the discovery of Silver Cove’s fall. Eyes whirling slowly, he rumbled a soothing note at his rider, feeling V’tons lingering anger and fear. Neither expected the meeting would go well-and there would be gaps for some time from the deaths and injuries too severe to allow mobility, but aside from that, both wanted the whole wing to gather together.
Especially given the deaths which had so affected them, and would leave gaps needing to be filled. V’ton stared overhead for some time, tracking the lazy flight of a blue enjoying the currents towards the sea, before shaking himself and double-checking the harness on his dragon. “Well.” He murmured, then fell silent, feeling Dysiiliouth ease into his mind enough for images and feelings to share, instead of words. ~You should find Keiko after this.~[/color] Dysiiliouth finally spoke, knowing that the girls’ vivacity was something that his could use, especially now. “Oh, hush Dys. I probably will, but we need…” He paused, remembering the last sight he had had, of Reinth and H’seo. “We need to find other riders to fill the gaps. And discuss which Weyrlings we might want to commandeer when they graduate.”
More, he wanted to get his wing working on formations and maneuvers for battle, not just Fall. It was obvious, now, that such was a necessity. He wished there were another way, but such madness… Shuddering, V’ton felt a chill despite the heat, and forcibly moved himself, climbing up his bronze’s leg with a slap to the shoulder. “Alright, Dys. Let’s get airborne while we wait. I want to double-check how your mobility is after the battle with that brown.” He murmured, making sure that the notes he had for the meeting part of training were securely rolled and tucked away in a pocket. As Dysiiliouth lumbered into the air, he welcomed V’ton into their bond enough that they shared the sensations of straining muscles for a brief moment, checking over the strain Dysiiliouth had received to one pinion, and the sturdy feel of the newly-grown hide where he’d taken a slash.
Satisfied, the two flew for several minutes before the wing started to arrive, and dropped into a neat landing as the first group of greens and blues settled. Dismounting, V’ton moved among those present, greeting each pair and checking in with both on their healing and mental state, as he always did. A notepad and pen allowed him to write down anything that came up, including requests for items or time to rest, or potential flights, if there was an issue in a weyr-pair, etc. As he did so, he was aware of Dysiiliouth greeting each dragon, and checking in with them the same way, sharing any tidbits that were needed, such as strains or injuries riders thought healed that weren’t, or were just too foolhardy to admit. Unfortunately, it did happen.
Walking back towards the larger brown of his Wing Seconds, V'ton aimed a grin at U'ar, waving once at him in greeting. As he waited for the brown rider to come down and talk, V'ton glanced back through the ranks of his wing. With the advent of the Surviving Weyrlings reaching maturity, he'd gained three new members, though he didn't see any of them yet. Nor their dragons. S'ren, F'ren-and Faranth, that combination, of names and personalities- and L'mar were still absent. Hoping they'd show soon, he turned back to Odyth, wanting to discuss with the older man some ideas for new routines-and meeting at some point to hash out new drills between the two of them. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Present: -U'ar of brown Odyth-WINGSECOND. -F'ren of bronze Eneth -S'ren of blue Feynth -L'mar of green Dalisth
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 10, 2010 1:43:58 GMT -5
Who: Syana, her chore buddies. What: Teaching the children to dance. (Hey, it counts as babysitting!) Where: The Creche When: Mid-afternoon Warnings: Nyah.
There was little that children were capable of doing at this point, now that most of the smaller damages were repaired, and keeping them out of the way of the crews meant they were often bored inside. Thus, given the chore of watching over them, Syana knew very well she was likely going to have to deal with some rather unhappy and unruly little brats, unless she could distract them. Not having a fire-lizard (though she did adore them) that left her with few options, since she’d overheard a drudge already despairing at their lack of interest in lessons, their games, or music. Still, never let it be said that she couldn’t come up with a plan.
Dressed in gay, festive colors for once, Vladisyana slipped into the crèche, layered skirts of bright blues and greens swaying about her hips and legs, and loose 9though carefully bound) blouse of bright blues and purples at the edges swaying with her top. A festive black scarf with a rainbow of threads adding color bound her curls, and the larger, heavy if sturdy bangles on her ankles and wrists clanked nicely. Behind her traipsed her two half grown dogs, each sporting a festive trail of scarves, and woofing softly in happiness. From there, the fun began.
After an hour and a half of letting the children romp with the dogs, she’d clapped her hands and gathered them close with a conspiratorial gaze after chasing out the drudges, leaving herself alone. By now, after a few fanciful children’s tales, and the play acting to match, she had them enthralled, and had thankfully been excused from any fighting as well. She had been correct in assuming that all they needed was something new and bright, and after growing up in her family and spending time on the road with the Traders, Vladisyana had no qualms about providing such.
“Alright, children. I know you’ve been cooped up and bored, so I’ve got another surprise for you. How would you all like to learn folk dances? You can impress your caretakers and families! And who knows, when you’re older, you might just want to impress a pretty girl or boy, hmmm?” She grinned, teasingly, knowing how open the Weyrs were about sexuality, and how children were often far more precocious than given credit for. “Now. I want to demonstrate one, and then I’ll help you learn it, ok? If you think you can keep up and follow, try! Once you know, I’ll even play some music for us to dance to! I’ll bet you’ve not heard –some- of it before.” She offered, with a grin.
At the bright voices and cheery answers, Syana moved to a clear space, body twisting and moving through a basic step of her people that could be embellished easily by more experienced dancers, but was often taught to children by itself. She was pleased to see several girls and boys already trying the steps, even before she stopped, some with each other at that! Pleased, she ran the group through the steps, then started hunting for an instrument.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 10, 2010 1:31:18 GMT -5
Who: Haverisen and Chore Buddies! What: Chores, Fish, and some playful dolphins When: Mid morning
“The ocean really is amazing…” Given the pre-noon time, and despite the bustle, the young man currently working through a net was surprisingly alone in his corner, having proved from early morning that he knew what he was doing (though it had always been on a smaller scale before now) and was a steady worker. His voice was amused, and somewhat deeper than normal, though the volume was low. He certainly wasn’t expecting the sudden wave of water, or the chittering greeting from below. Shaking his head, he stared down at a gray melon and amused black eye, before another splash from the dolphin left his soaked.
“Hey!” Laughter passed his lips as he straightened, grateful he’d worn light trousers today for this chore, and left his blade in a safe, dry, but easy to reach place. As he watched the dolphin cavort away at a signal from the Handler in the water, Ver waved to the man and grinned, before going back to work. He was off to the side of the main docks, pulling his way through nets and sorting out the catches in them for shipping, releasing, using as bait, or whatnot. Despite the oil and grime, he was actually having quite a good time, and privately admitted that the wave of water was rather refreshing.
Moreover, the oil was definitely helping to protect his skin from the reflected glare-it added to the salve he’d rubbed in this morning before heading out once he knew his destination. Two years on the road with his kin had taught him the need for taking care of himself, if nothing else. Shaking the water off, Haverisen rolled his eyes, and went back to sorting out the catch, knowing it was going to the Weyr tables as well. The array of food the waters provided was a blessing right now, after the damage done by the attacking and invading force that had upset both the flight and the touching.
They needed as much cheap, good things as they could find, and fish were a delicacy in some other places. When one had dragons, and the means, there was an easy way to make a profit. Shaking his head at himself, and reminding that part of his mind firmly that he was NOT practicing his Trade at the moment, the young man slapped a lid on a full crate of packtails, hoisting it off towards one of the other men to handle. Glancing up, he wondered briefly what times the other candidates were slotted for, and took a break to get a drink of chilled juice he’d tucked in a flask under the dock, kept cool in the water.
The constant worry for his sibling, and the future, wasn’t far from his mind, though, as he went back to work. To one side he’d been allowed to make a pile of the fish too small for much else, and most of them were favorites of the dolphins. In the small pen he’d helped create in the water that held them, (a live pen) he’d added a steady amount, and made a note to ask the dock master about extending it. While the fish in there wouldn’t grow large, it was handy to use for fire lizard treats and bribes, or for the playful odontoceti, such as the one who’d made a mess of him this morning.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 10, 2010 0:45:12 GMT -5
Who: Savareniel and his chore-buddies What: salvaging Cooking Dinner When: Early Afternoon
Though some damage had been repaired, it was true, there was still much work left to be done, especially given how heavily the kitchen had been targeted. The same was true when it came to being understaffed, given the deaths from the tunnel snakes. Even now, Savareniel could see fear and shadows lingering in the eyes of the people of Cerulean, hear it whispered in the recesses. All of them were tense, sorrowed, waiting for a shoe to drop. Shaking away the memories, the young Smith slipped into the kitchen where he’d been assigned to chores, fingers twitching slightly as he suppressed an urge to reach for his blades as a comfort.
He had added more protection to himself as a result, and had the same edgy feeling as the rest. More, though he’d not told S’ren, he was seriously considering leaving after the hatching, returning to the south. Unfortunately, Sav knew it was both cowardly, and something he wouldn’t do. Given the rumors floating around about who had attacked, he felt that soon, no place would be safe, were something not done. Hence the multitude of weapons on his person, and the rather visible sword that now never left his side. Heading over to a cook, and glancing into the storerooms with a curious question as to how much food had survived.
Then again, it wasn’t really his business. Following the drudge to a table piled with rather large redfins, Savareniel sighed. Fish. Lovely. While he admittedly enjoyed it a great deal (as far as eating it went, that was) he really didn’t enjoy –preparing- it. Still, at least he knew how to use a knife. Taking a place next to the block of knives, Sav spent some time picking out a suitable one and making sure it was sharp, before pulling a fish over by the tail. They must have been caught today, he knew, and wondered if after prepping the large amount, he’d still be able to eat any….
By the time it was two hours til dinner, he’d been switched from beheading fish to carefully slicing the vegetables, then moved to where he was now, overseeing a bubbling pot of stew being made from the odds and ends. The stew, at least, smelled far more appetizing as he added another batch of tubers to it under the orders of a cook, before glancing back with longing towards a table. Surely he’d been here long enough already to take a break… As the cook saw he gaze, he found himself relieved of his tools and told to go wash up, with a gentle shove.
Obediently, the young man cleaned himself and his space, before finding himself with a loaf of bread and a sweet butter to spread on it. Gratefully, he sank into a seat, knowing that as soon as he finished his treat, he’d be back to work. Given that they were shorthanded, he’d been informed he’d have to help serve dinner as well-though he’d also been promised a tasty meal afterwards, given his work already today. As Sav slathered the sweet butter onto his bread, he felt a sudden whoosh of cold air, and Shen burst into view above him, trilling sweetly in the hope of a tidbit. Laughing, he handed her a piece, watching with amusement as she landed and licked all the butter away from the fresh bread. “You silly thing, Shen.”
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 9, 2010 18:43:34 GMT -5
Grinning in relief at the smile lighting the girls’ face, Haverisen tucked away a sigh of thanks. No more tears! Working with a will, and taking the larger rocks from the pile-he could see her going after the smaller ones and chose not to comment, he glanced up again at her voice, eyes amused. He caught the wrinkled nose and noticed the chipped nails, and mentally laughed. His sister would never dress as she had, but he knew plenty of girls who did, and admitted privately that, while her timing was bad given the chore, she was pretty, if…bright. And apparently, that was her problem with this. Well, maybe if he kept her distracted enough with chatter they’d get through today’s round of chores without incident.
“Keiko? Pretty name.” He flirted, lightly, before shifting. While used to work, it didn’t mean he wasn’t starting to feel the heat, given that it was mid-day already. Shaking his hair back, Haverisen straightened, dusting his hands on his pants before pulling out a strip of leather to tie his hair back with, forming a tight knot at the base of his neck, and debated for a moment. Mentally giving a sigh, since he wasn’t trying to attract attention, but avoid the heat, yet knew how most girls reacted, he shrugged, and tugged off the jerking he wore, rolling back the sleeves of his shirt as he did so.
Going back to bagging, quicker now that he didn’t have hair in his face and wasn’t as restricted by his clothes, Ver kept at eye on Keiko, listening as she spoke. The shudder was somewhat overdramatic, he felt, but cute. “I don’t blame you. I certainly don’t enjoy it. Traveling with the Traders, We had little need of it, save for a small sack of fire-lizards sized bits for those that flew with us.” He smiled, remembering the explanations behind a large back of seemingly useless (due to their small size) firestone pieces when he’d first joined up with his family. As the dockmaster moved by, he arched an eyebrow at the man, then shook his head.
Why would they assign a chore that wasn’t suited? Then again, Riders did need to be fit… Still, there had to be another task that would help the girl. “I heard there was some trouble with her last Flight… Rumors of a dragon attacking her? We weren’t sure what to believe, to be honest. It sounded rather foreign.” He pried, gently, knowing that such information would prove useful in the future. “Here? A punishment?” he laughed, eyes sparkling in amusement as he filled the last of his bag and tied it off, before grabbing a new one to work on. “Well, I think you must have gotten the better end of that deal, hmm?”
A laugh left his lips as Keiko changed her intended words, and took him a few moments to calm down from. “Well. I shall remember that about Benden Bronze Riders, then.” He grinned, stifling a last chuckle in order to answer her. “Yes. My sister, who is here as well, and I are kin to the Traders. She and I are from Benden, actually.” He teased, with a smirk. “I came with her out of curiosity, and she came for her own reasons… More, though, we’ve both always admired the dragons, and… Well, we travel. If we don’t Impress, I think we’ll just resume traveling.”
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 9, 2010 18:14:04 GMT -5
Studying the group before her, Vladisyana couldn’t help but sigh, with amusement, inwardly. Glancing at the first person, she hid a grin. “Of course. And the dust there I’m sure is the result of such painstaking care in your work.” She was teasing, given away by the glimmer of amusement in her eyes, before she walked over to the table, and Evyi. Pausing by L’mar, she leaned over to whisper in his ear, “And the innocent face really needs work, dear.” Before seating herself. She chuckled inwardly, even as her hands sorted out the basket she’d brought, placing ink powders, the mix of liquid, and the tablets for crushing into further powders before her.
Catching the glance from Evyi, Syana offered a reserved smile of her own, always wary around unknown sources, though the other seemed welcoming enough. Besides, given that they were currently the only females, well… And Evyi at least had been working. She nodded her head in greeting, only to pause at another’s arrival. Taking in the seemingly exhausted Weyrling, she let a smile slip on her lips as she listened. Given her new state at the Weyr, she wanted to learn what she could before offending anyone, and in general about what to expect should she be lucky enough to impress one of the dragons.
Turning back to K’ron, she arched and eyebrow, and shook her head, tresses tumbling about her shoulder. With a sly glance to the side at Evyi, she looked back at the boys. Just before she opened her mouth, though, yet another person came in, and she noted his name carefully, before grinning to herself. At least the people here seemed friendly enough, and on good terms with each other-always a bonus in her book. Absently crushing another tablet into an ochre powder, she waiting for K’ron to stop speaking, though she arched an eyebrow at his attempt to joke. “Vladisyana. Or Syana, if you’d rather not deal with my mouthful of a name.”
A grin added itself to her lips, and she glanced at the boys as she mixed the ink, then Evyi. “Surely we don’t need to spend too long here if we get enough done, right?” She offered, deciding that, given the amount of people, and what had obviously been done (and would need doing regardless of who was assigned) it couldn’t hurt to offer a break. Besides, it wasn’t as if she’d not prefer to be out relaxing in the evening herself, or exploring her new home. And given the rank of the others, perhaps learn what she needed to know from them, as they’d obviously been here for at least a few months.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 9, 2010 16:15:27 GMT -5
Watching F’ren for a moment from her perch, Selene wiggled just a bit to get more settled into the candidate’s side, utterly shameless when she wanted cuddles. He was a touch arrogant, and funny, she decided finally, and gave him a smile back, eyes flashing. “Selene. V’taph is my daddy.” She added, after a moment of debate. It wasn’t as if she was ashamed of the man at all, in any case, and was actually quite proud he called her family. Though, really, why it mattered to some outside their family she couldn’t understand. Instead, she arched an eyebrow at F’ren, and grinned again. “Of course I know where they are!”
She blinked at him. “Why wouldn’t I?” She asked, then glanced up at Elric as he spoke, gaze narrowing slightly. She still wasn’t sure why he felt as he did, but she could sense an effort on his part, and smiled sweetly, before grinning to herself. He acted like he expected all the children to run from him! Such a silly candidate, she felt. Still, his voice amused her, as did his way of speech. She could understand him, after hours spent listening to her daddy, but it was still funny. At least he tried to make it more accessible, though. Not that she’d needed it… “Sure! They’re in that chest over there. Sometimes the Harpers give us the old instruments or even occasionally a cheap one they’ve made. It makes lessons more interesting.”
Bouncing upright, Selene ran lightly over to a battered wooden chest on the wall, though it was more of a skip, really, and tossed the lid open. Given that it was half as tall as her, leaning in to get what she wanted meant she almost fell into it, at first. Surfacing a moment later with a few assorted, beaten up but useable instruments, she smirked. Prizes in hand, she trotted back to the group, before setting everything down in the center, then dropping bonelessly against Elric again. Cuddling into his side, she snagged a set of panpipes, lest another child take them. Those in her lap, she glanced back at the others, almost bouncing in her excitement.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 8, 2010 14:16:27 GMT -5
Who: Mikovren and the unfortunate souls candidates who have this chore What: Chores Where: Infirmary When: Midmorning Warnings: Raging Hormonal PMSing Slightly peeved Mikovren
Despite a, for once, outwardly calm appearance (and wasn’t that more disturbing in some ways?), and a hand busy setting the final tiny stitches in a gash received from the fight some time ago, Mikovren was inwardly raging. Setting down the needle and examining the place where he’d accidentally torn the sutures from before out, he scowled, then carefully sponged away the small bit of blood, before applying a thin line of numbweed salve and bandaging his arm once more, the less bulkily given that he was, slowly, healing.
Glancing up, and noting that the others would be here soon, he grumbled, and quickly cleaned his tools before stashing them back into his personal kit, bundling the dirty linens off to be cleaned. He still had yet to find S’lain or Tess, and sort this mess out, which meant he was stuck here in this farce. The tiny little tic beside his left eye gave away his anger, before he tamped it down, using the few moments of quiet left to calm himself and slip a more moderate, blank-seeming mask into place. Checking on one of many lists, scattered over a desk out in the main area rather than his room given the situation today, he frowned.
At least his being a so-called ‘candidate’, of which he was decidedly NOT, had some use. And they hadn’t tried to set him to working outside his realm. Then he’d really have torn someone apart verbally. As it was, he was already more acerbic and temper-mental than normal. Being inured didn’t aid that, nor did having to take time from tending his own patients among the injured dragons to watch over the candidates. Instead, he was standing there, tapping a foot as he studied what needed to be done, and scowled again. They were running out of supplies, and sooner rather than later, someone was going to have to go get some.
He’d broken into the last barrel of numbweed this morning as it was, unless S’lain had already procured more, tending a young blue. Rubbing the bandaged part of his arm gently as it ached, since he’d used sparingly of what supplies they had, Miko gave in and sat down. Shard it. He had no reason to stand on ceremony with the people who’d be here soon. Shuffling the lists awkwardly, and finding a greater respect for the man he was chasing, Miko started making notes on who needed what, and tallying their inventory again.
“Shards. Shards, shards, shard it all! Blasted addle-pated dim-glows.” He muttered, referencing those who had attacked. The numbers in front of him were not pleasing, and he knew he’d have to make some not so fun reports and suggestions to his two superiors when this was over. Hopefully, they’d at least not make him go to the Weyrwoman and her council, though. That was –not- in his job description.
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