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Post by Lothyna on Nov 4, 2010 12:40:39 GMT -5
-1 mark various cheap (simple) paints -1 mark for 50 cheap, simple brushes (costs approved by Kira)
= 2 Marks
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 4, 2010 12:32:23 GMT -5
Who: Selene, wild and bonded Fire Lizards, whomever wants! What: A prank on the entire Weyr Painting pretty pictures and having the firelizards decide her things are toys… Where: Weyrbowl to start, who knows where it ends. When: Early morning Why: Because Selene can’t stand the sorrow.
The somber air of the Weyr as it tried to recover from it’s losses was prevalent even now, a few days before (if the signs were right, and she’d never doubt Trith) the hatching should occur. Though the immediate danger seemed to be past, the tension and fear had only risen, along with the despair. It was driving her mad in more ways than one, and the nightmares plaguing her didn’t help any. She’d almost broken down and begged Veneth to let her slip on his couch last night, but didn’t want to disturb her daddy, whom she knew was busy with the other Wing Seconds and their Wing Leaders in the council. Instead, she’d lain awake, trying to find something ot distract herself. And then, brown eyes latching onto her drawings of Veneth and V’taph, and remembering something her she’d heard Veneth had done, Selene had smiled, for the first time since the awful day of the touching.
As soon as the first light touched the air, she had quickly rushed through bathing and dressing, taking her marks from their careful hiding spot, and grabbed a quick breakfast from a drudge, before running off to the candidate barracks. She’d met a spunky young artist she thought would help, and ducked into that room, bouncing. In what seemed a single breath, she bounced out a greeting, explained her plan and where she was doing it, begged for help, then darted off to the market area. Some quick bargaining, helped by her flimsy and fun explanations, and being so young, and she had what she needed, aside from proper bribes. The kindly old artist had been more than willing to let her take the paint and brushes cheaply given her age and, when questioned further, her real explanation of her plans. He had agreed that something should be done to bring some smiles back, and she’d left the market with another friend. Wrinkling her nose, though, the young girl, coming towards her tenth birthing day, but still a child, paused and debated. One hand on her hip, the other holding her sack of supplies.
After another moment, the girls’ face lit with an unholy, gleeful grin, and she darted off to the docks. A few more minutes, begging, cajoling, and just in general being the ‘cute kid, who can say no?’ self she had perfected for when she wanted something, and her plan was complete. Now she had an old scrap of hide that was worn to almost paper thin tucked around a mess of small (too small to be of use to the fishers) fish, some random spider claws, and the offal and whatnot from bigger fish, enough to tempt any hunger flitt to her side. Gleefully trotting back to a clear area of ground, she spread it out, and soon found several colors of hide present as small forms chattered in curiosity. Smiling happily, she finished opening the paints and sticking the crude brushes in, before stepping back somewhat, giggling.
“Ok! The fish is for you, but! But I wanted some help.” Selene started, knowing from past experience that they’d want the fish, and she’d have to be quick with her request. She was sure some would help, and some would just stuff themselves, but as long as even one or two aided her, she would be happy. “I just want you all to spend some time, without going between places, flying around holding one of those brushes! They’ll make pretty pictures on the walls and the dragons and people too! Please? I’ll keep the paint here so you can play with it too!” She added, before waiting.
A conference broke out shortly after, and she grinned, when after a few moments a braver brown zipped forward to steal a fish, then grabbed a brush covered in pink, before heading off towards the weyr, splatters of paint trailing him. After his initial move, she found herself giggling s the wind from many small wings whipped her hair about, and a few drops of paint landed on –her- too. And the fish was disappearing fast, too, she saw, wondering if she could beg more or should even run for some meat from the kitchens, since she knew how the fire lizards loved it. Hesitantly, since she never knew when Veneth would hear or respond, she reached her thoughts to her daddy’s brown. ~Ven? Do you want to come paint with me? Tiieh?~ She asked, trying to keep her plan from leaking over, since she wasn’t sure he’d approve or not.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Note: There are several pint sized containers, holding one color each, of cheap, water-soluble (for the most part. :> ) paints. White, black, brown, red, blue, yellow, and some green colors are there, along with many cheap, flimsy brushes that might just fall apart midair to land on the unwary.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 4, 2010 1:05:01 GMT -5
- 1/4 mark for leather scraps - 1/8 mark for fish (approved by Kira)
= 4 5/8 marks
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 4, 2010 0:31:27 GMT -5
Picking locks was a regular habit, it seemed. Or at least, one that was quickly becoming such. Still, a soft curse lit the air before the door finally clicked open, and a dark-clad figure holding a bundle slipped into the rooms previously barricaded. Peering about with a bright, slightly mischeivious gaze, that had recently been tainted with grief and fear, the lithe young man edged closer to the dresser once he was certain that no-one was around, either person or fire lizard. Finding a clear space, he gently laid down the package that had been cradled in one arm, lumpy from the bandage there, against the wood. Tensing at a noise, he scurried back outside, quickly relocking the door before fleeing.
While making and giving the gift were done out of a tentative (if wary) friendship, Mikovren had little to no desire to be caught. He’d been through enough weirdness in just giving S’lain one. Besides, Tess would tease him royally, he was sure-and this way he could put it off just a bit. Still, he didn’t regret it, since it was a fine distraction from the disastrous aftermath of recent events.
Inside the package was a tiny, crystalline comb of pale, pink and blue-hued quartz, meant to be a decoration. The stone had been carefully carved and shaped into a series of small vines looped about a firelizard, carefully done out of the darkest of the pale blues to resemble Jaser. There is a packet of fine, sturdy pure-water clear quartz needles in a patch of soft brown leather, next to a bookmark of a wavy, smooth, thin piece of agate, notched with specks of mother of pearl at the top. A second packet, resting beside the first, is of sturdy woven grasses, tied with a cord that holds a small set of three charms of stone, all blues. One is a fish, another a wing, and the third is a little sword-esque piece, all of a size to fit as decoration on the harnesses some people give their fire lizards. Inside the packet is fresh fish, with a little lable denoting it’s for Jaser.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 2, 2010 9:40:32 GMT -5
At the docks, V’ton had leapt down from the paw he clung to, tumbling into a controlled roll which landed him next to the stored Firestone. As Dysilliouth back-winged off to one side at an pile of firestone waiting to be bagged, the bronze was already gulping and chewing firestone-even before his paws had touched the ground. Slipping slightly into the mind of his dragon, V’ton saw Reinth and Haseo, surrounded, not far from him, and knew, in that instant, what they were doing. A scream of rage echoed in his mind, though never passed his lips, and he knew later there would be at least one death in the Weyr to mourn. Yet neither he, nor his bronze, could do anything. Grief stricken, V’ton used the anger over the injustice of riders- Dragon Riders trying to kill them, overriding the sorrow for the moment. With a salute to the pair, knowing it would go unseen, he felt Dyiiliouth, full of stone, launching. ~To the weyrs! Flame them down and protect your wings!~
~Protect your feet, mine. I shall return if you need!~[/color] As the bronze winged harshly, high into the sky so he’d arrive over the attacking browns and bronze, V’ton/Dysiiliouth as one turned their/his mind(s) to Reinth and H’seo. ~Brothers! Faranth shelter your next journey. You will be remembered!~[/color] With a ringing, parting roar, Dysiiliouth vanished, even as V’ton turned towards the docks, knowing the ship had to be stopped. That ship, the crew, were the reason behind this part-and he wanted answers. He intended to get them.
Lunging through the crowd, the Wing Leader drew the longest and shortest knives he wore, eyes cold and hard. It was a sight that only V’taph would recognize, realize. Before him fell an uncounted number of the attackers, even as he fought his way towards the docks, opting for fast over killing, since the ground would soon be flooded with Ceruleans people fighting back-but the ship was trying to cast off. Taking a running start up a pile of wares in boxes, before leaping into the boat in a controlled roll, coming up knife in the gut of a crew member, before shaking the dying man off and turning to face another attacker. A small portion of his mind plotted each move ahead of acting, while another watched over his bronze partner.
Dodging another man, V’ton spun and kicked him over the railing, earning more ‘scratches’ (what others considered to need stitches) from the man he turned to face next. With a growl echoing his dragon, the Wing Leader spun his dagger to snap out and knock the current man out cold with a hit to the temple, knowing he was drawing attention. Rolling brought him free of two men who had charged him and skewered eachother-but brought him face to face with a broadsword. Throwing himself to the side again and just missing loosing an arm, V’ton swore. Unless help arrived, he was as outnumbered as H’seo and Reinth.
Unfortunately, he needed a dragon-the flame wouldn't destroy the entire ship if a green or Weyrling came in, and would drive enough men overboard to give him room. Grumbling in a corner of his mind over not having finished setting up the new wing with the Weyrlings who would graduate soon, V’ton scrambled to his feet, sheathing the dagger and drawing a throwing knife, which he flicked into the throat of another man, blocking out the scent of blood and death with the ease of practice. The shock, though, which met his eyes, was a flicker of recognition, passed to the bronze in a roar of fury. He knew these people!
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 2, 2010 9:39:52 GMT -5
Under the cover of smoke, a large bronze burst into the air above the sands, oddly silent, and faintly reeking of firestone. He was pale as the setting sun, which only helped hide him in the light he chose at the angle he entered. Pausing for a second to scan the scene, he snarled, quietly, and felt his bonded fighting. The shared feel of blades slicing flesh-granted by the bond with V’ton, just made him angrier. That was nothing, however, compared to the rage inside the bronze that dragons would dare to attack riders and even more, innocents such as lived in the Weyr. Eyes turning almost solid red, Dysiiliouth welcomed V’ton’s mind into his as he plotted his attack, drawing on the knowledge in his bonded’s mind.
Turning slightly, he performed a tight wing-over, dropping at an angle towards the brown daring to keep the bronzes at bay from saving their queen again.. With the wind whistling over his pinions, Dysiiliouth made a few minor adjustments to the lay of his sails, striving for speed as well as silence, tracking the progress as the brown drew back from the cliff again. He knew that unless he got a lucky strike in he was going to be in for a claw and tooth to claw, tooth, and flame battle with the other dragon. He hated, instinctively, the thought of killing another dragon-but these were of the same ilk as the bronze who had dared to defile their queen so.
The angle gave him plenty of chance to do something that once, would have been the blackest heresy, but on a day as shadowed as this, was one of the few options. As he readied himself to do something so alien, but so necessary, the great bronze felt his bonded’s joint sorrow at killing again, and shared comfort and rage with him as he received it. There! His angle was as good as it would be, and the wind would protect him from his own weapon.
The silent manuever was one that was meant for war, and aided by the thoughts of his, who had firmly seated their minds together for the battle. Already he could feel the current beyond the brown he’d have to catch with a wing if he didn’t want to fumble himself. It would mean he was vulnerable for a moment, yes, but the greens were too low to stop him, and the blue was just as tangled in the stealing of –their- clutch. He should have enough time to gain more height for a second pass after making contact…
He felt V’tons agreement as he cut someone down, pausing briefly to see through Dysiiliouths eyes to aid him, and shifted his course one last time, feeling time stop briefly, in the single second when everything changed. Flame burst forth from his maw in lieu of a battle-cry as he dove, eyes speeding in reds, oranges, and yellows. Then, the information from his brought true rage to the bronze, who barely remembered to aim flame –away- from the clutch as he passed the message to the entire Weyr. Cerulean! They are our past! Silver Cove has attacked!
While it was possible his target would see, there was little room to react to the speeding claws and flame, as for the first time…
Dragon aimed to kill dragon.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 2, 2010 9:39:16 GMT -5
It was a move he would have reamed any of his wing for, or any rider for that matter, and grounded them instantly. But it was a move that would save time and lives. Dysiiliouth’s wings had snapped open with barely enough room to arrow him towards the clearest edge, where V’ton was already running, paws almost scraping the sand beneath him. As Dysiiliouth flapped once, raising a dust storm at the entrace even as V’ton leapt, catching a huge claw, and swung himself nimbly atop the paw. As Dysiiliouth sped out the opening, V’ton grabbed hold of his perch, and ordered the bronze to gather the wing, as well as hit the docks. As the pair winked out, Dysiiliouth’s voice rang through the minds of his wing. ~Gather, Wing members! Browns and Bronzes to the Sky after those destroying the Weyr! Greens, Blues, group on the herds! Riders, arm yourself and your dragons. Flame! That is an –order-![/color]
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As the bronze rider pulled a stunt that was rather appreciative a technique, Vladisyana and Haverisen spun to face eachother. “Tag-team?” Syana asked, even as she spotted the child in the stands, eyes widening somewhat. As she snapped her fingers, calling the dogs over from the edge before the bronze could surround them in a storm of dust, her brother nodded and drew his sword. Pulling the pups into the stands, she ran to the girl, and shoved them towards her. “Guard! Friend!” She snapped. “Guard!” She ordered again, before turning, knowing that the pups would keep the child safe.
As Haverisen waited impatiently, Syana ran back over, before both Trader kin ran for the doors, Syana’s sword sliding free with a musical ring from it’s sheath. She knew they might face trouble later for drawing steel on the hatching Sands, but she didn’t have time to waste. Nor, really, did Haverisen, who ran easily at her side. Given their training, both siblings knew well how to work together, and years on the road had made that a strong habit-thus they went for a fight where they would be needed. Both set dove into the crowd, back to back with eachother, blades sliding through the riders as their prominent targets, aiming to get at the dragons trying to steal their eggs.
Heading for the loaded blue, Syana leapt towards it’s side, trusting her brother to keep her safe in their endeavor to save the eggs first. The others would have to deal with the dragons and riders, her priorities were being stolen from their very sands. Together, the two were working their way over, determined to get there before the blue could leave and somehow get the harness removed so the eggs were safe.
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Training and habit took over, despite the desire to stare at a boy, young man really, that was certainly appealing, and quite comical in his actions. Before he’d even comprehended fully why he was doing so, Savareniel had whistled a summons to his green fire lizard-warning from Trith forgotten. Racing with the others towards the encroaching mass, he drew both sword and dagger, heading for an area where he knew there would be need.
He could see the others around him reacting-and wished they had more fighters among them, even as he locked blades with one of the men and ducked a ham-handed seconds’ swing of a club. “You.” Swing. “Sharding.” Duck. “Imbeciles!” Lunge. Parry, twist, and there, dead man down number one, time for a new target. He was aware of al the other dragons outside, and wondered privately if Cerulean would even survive this. At his side, Shen screamed in rage and started attacking with the fair of firelizards, willingly listening to Brilla. Her’s could handle this easily enough.
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Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch. She was going insane with the pressure in her head, the screams and chaos. Rocking into a ball, Selene ducked into the tiny corner she had, all else forgotten for several long minutes-long enough for the bronze to go for the queen, before she could sort out what was her and what was not. Shaking, in reaction, fear, and rage, the tiny girl nearly screamed at the overwhelming events occurring.
Curling up with a whimper in the stands, Selene crouched where she could still see the doors, eyes wide in terror. Now she knew why she had had the dreams, and what had come of them. Now she saw a connection between the bronze who attacked poor Trith and those outside. Now she feared for her life. She had a feeling they would come here, come for the eggs, and she was no fighter. The thought of what could happen sent shivers down her spine, as tears streaked down her cheeks. As the one lady-candidates, Syana, she thought, two dogs came to her sides, Selene clung to them, accepting their licks and whining with them, even as they settled about her, all three facing the door, though she knew the dogs would attack anything that came her way now.
A stricken glance to Trith made her tremble again, fear wracking the young girls body as she then looked to the eggs, so defenseless at this moment. What if something happened to them, just now ready for a touching, soon to hatch? How could they possible recover if something stole them? And she feared that more than the eggs being hurt, given that she’d overheard how the bronze had purposely made it a long flight, and large clutch, and then thrown Trith with the intent to ground her permanently-yet leave her able to clutch.
Unable to take it, she screamed at the bronze attacking Trith, all the emotion she felt powering her voice. ”Leave her ALONE![/b]
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Never, ever, would anyone have expected the change that occurred in the space of a few seconds, the space of time just after the announcement faded from the air. The healers’s kit previously held in hand hadn’t even spun into the sand at the base of the wall before Miko’s hair was bound into a tail and a knife in his teeth and hand, eyes clear with barely contained rage. The stumbling grace was gone as he darted to the only accessible entrance, determined to protect Trith, Samhara, the Eggs, and Selene, whom he knew was having problems.
A lethal intensity had seated itself in the dragon healers’ eyes, turning the orbs that previously held sly amusement into blocks of ice. Scanning the horizon, he stayed just far enough back that no one could drop on him from above, eyes darting at the slightest movement. Selene couldn’t possibly protect herself or get somewhere safer, and he had a hunch that someone wanted to cause pain, as much as possible. And the best way he could find, aside from the horrors unleashed, was to steal or kill the eggs behind them. With Trith bound to the ground still, (though formidable even so) he felt every reason to stay.
The future lay behind him, hidden inside hardening shells, and more precious than any treasure-for they were the hope of the Weyr.
Facing the crowd, a slightly evil laugh leapt from his lips, before the healer dove into the fray willingly, striking rarely but on target, using his knowledge to take people down and out-though more often than not, not dead, just immobile or incapacitated.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 28, 2010 10:05:03 GMT -5
EEEEEEEE OMG LUFF! *TACKLEGLOMPLUFF*
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 21:43:59 GMT -5
Because it's so easy Because we love you.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 21:01:44 GMT -5
It's not bolded! Just caps.... And because Kira said you were commenting too. Blame her!
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 20:49:29 GMT -5
Savareniel froze at the voice in his head, and swallowed nervously, even as he felt Shen cheep in sorrow before she vanished back Between away, pride hurt and upset at the bigbigBIGgold for not understanding that she just wanted to look and congratulate the mother. Staying bowed for a moment more, the young Smith tried to find appropriate words and wall of his fire lizards reaction to the events. “I’m sorry, Weyrwoman, Trith, she merely wanted to congratulate you herself and watch. I wont bring her again.” He wasn’t going to point out that he knew, well and good, that he couldn’t have her on his shoulder with him, those rules held even at Fort, since he’d already put a foot wrong. But still, he was mentally wondering again about S’ren’s choice to bring him, and moved forward to the eggs in a much more subdued manner.
Moving amidst the clutch, Sav drifted towards the center, curious about the middling size Chamomile Egg which rested there, the gentle golden tone with browns and yellows soothing his mind even before he could feel it. The images on it were intriguing, too, and he could see that other eggs held markings as well. The clover-esque shapes, however, brought a small smile to his face as he gently laid a palm against the shell, being even more careful now after already setting Trith off. He felt that soothed away, though, and after a few moments realized it was the egg lulling him as he eyes slid closed briefly, basking in the sense of security for a moment. With a smile, he gently brushed the top, before stepping back. “Thank you, small one.” He mused, having needed exactly what that egg offered.
Feeling a bit stronger, he found himself drawn to the one egg which held his strongest curiosity, even though it was also, in a way, the one he wanted to see least. He could see a coffin shape against the lumpy, dark and bright shell of the Earl Grey Egg, and was reminded, again, of Z’ch and D’el. Swallowing, he closed his eyes against that memory and others, before determinedly moving forward, refusing to let that ruin the day further. Instead, he almost forced himself to lay a palm against the shell, feeling a faint thinness which startled him somewhat, and made him arch an eyebrow. “You fear, little one, behind this paper wall?” he asked, feeling uncertainty rising in his breast. Trembling, he tried once more to exert control over himself, as his shoulder blades started prickling. The weight of his sword was a comfort then, even though this was an enemy he could not see. A breath, another, and Savareniel sighed, removing his hands. “I’m sorry, small one. I don’t think you need fear, but…” He shook his head, and moved back a step.
Turning, the young journeyman let himself wander, feeling not particularly drawn or strong enough mentally for this as he observed the others on the sands. After a few minutes, though, he found himself before the Fireside Egg, and made himself stop. He was here for a reason, and like it or not, there was a chance-however small- that a dragon here would want him when it hatched. Nervously, Sav rubbed a gentle hand over the smaller egg, fingers tracing the flecking before finding the shapes on it, a small smile on his lip. The strange feel of the egg made him lose a few moments savoring the brush of it against his mind, enjoying the near-heard-purr he could imagine given the sultry feel. The conflicting balance finally proved too much, and rose, after smiling at the egg, a bit steadier. “You... I can’t wait to see you, little dragon.”
Walking away, though, proved harder than he thought, as a nearby egg made him twitch suddenly. It was the feeling of something dangerous and fun, something playful… and deadly. Stopping, Savareniel turned slowly to face the Rooibos Egg, a curious tilt to his head. Despite the warning feeling, he inched closer, moving slowly and curiously about the entire egg before stopping to face the strange gallows shape, eyes widened slightly. “Oh, my…” He mused, before stepping closer determinedly, something about the egg intriguing him strongly. Some part of the feel which inundated him as his hands came to rest on the diamond shape called to his own darker side, daredevil though it may have been, and made a tiny grip slip onto his lips. “Definitely a character… You must be one. Playful too…” He grinned, faintly.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 17:29:00 GMT -5
Watching Samhara and Trith, Mikovren found himself once more wondering why he was present-hadn’t he proven that dragons wanted little to do with him outside of healing, and the little ones as well? Still… The honor of the event, and the excitement, were catching, and he blinked in surprise at the feeling of a mind touching his, something so alien, yet a clue into what the riders felt. Shardit. Tess was right. Perhaps if he approached this from just getting more experience he’d be able to keep control. Still, he took a moment as the gold moved to watch her, quite conscious that she wasn’t wholly healed yet, but pleased at her progress, before his gaze was drawn to the candidates, which he was not one of, moving among the eggs. He could hear some murmurs as the spoke, and finally, finally, stepped forward, automatically settling into the faint gliding stumble that kept him as balanced as others were not when he used it, moving towards the first egg that really stood out to him,
The colors of the Aureum Egg and its size were impressive, and he’d seen the other male… Eric? Velric? Elric, that was it, Elric… with it a few moments ago. The aloofness made him smile even as he admired the dark reds, surprised to see the faint, speckling gold against it, the black near it’s base. For all its awe, it drew him in briefly, and he cautiously circled it, studying the shape and colors, the hidden… images? Blinking, he stopped, and carefully eased forward, tracing the sword with a light, soft touch. He was, however, unprepared for the feeling of it, the shadow in his mind of strength and self-awareness. Swallowing at the surprise, Miko carefully laid his palms against the egg, gently feeling the smooth shell. It took him a few moments to clear his head, and he smiled, self-depriciatingly. “You… I can’t imagine or wait to see you. So… strong…” He mused, with a smile. “Even if I’m not for one among you, I hope you find yours here.” He said, soft enough to keep the words private. Reluctantly moving away, the young healer debated the clutch before him.
The egg that drew his attention next, though, was one that was bright and gay in the multitude of colors, and he couldn’t help the small, mental smile as he moved towards it, curious now about what exactly different eggs would be like-did they all feel the same? A tinge of excitement entered the controlled expression as Miko gently laid a hand against the shell of the Five Fairy Flower Egg, eyes tracing the colors against such a soothing backdrop. As his eyes caught upon the avians and petals, he felt something wholly unexpected, that nearly dropped him to his knees. The pure, unadultered feel of something so sweet, yet so shy, brought back hazy memories of his own once-hidden curiosity and hope for the world, and he had to stand there, blinking, and struggling to get himself under control. Still, he couldn’t help but trace a hand gently across a petal, voiceless for a long moment. Eventually, he forced himself to draw away with a last caress, voice barely a whisper. “Oh, little one… There is a whole world waiting for you…” Hopefully brighter than many found.
Feeling somewhat cynical, Miko moved away to another egg, having a hard time keeping the calm façade in place. Thankfully, the egg that was drawing him close soothed that, and allowed him some semblance of control as he moved away from the center to the front. The dark hues of the Oriental Spice Egg made him pause, before he caught the tiny signs of orange and red, the faint silver-esque tones tracing even more imagery (and was that normal?, he wondered) about it. Wary of touching this one, he finally let himself do so as he saw how it seemed to shelter those behind it, a carefully fingertip tracing the shield on the egg, even as he moved around to the front, eyes alighting on the harp. Debating, he finally laid his hand against it, and was startled to feel the seemingly contradictory friendship and yes, protection. After a moment, Miko allowed a laconic smile to grace his lips. “You’ll do just fine in here, then…” he knew, and made a note to see whom it hatched and Impressed to.
Drawing back, Miko turned again, curious about the smaller egg nearby, its dark shell wavering in hue rather than color. Moving, he knelt down to study the silvery wisps on the shell of the Maté Egg, finding the strange, animelesque shapes intriguing. As he touched the shell, he felt a sense of peace soothing his emotions, and had to tuck away a near yawn. So strange, he mused, at how the eggs could influence the mind and emotions of those present… Shaking the thought away, Miko let a finger glide over the tunnelcat, a tiny, relaxed smile on his lips. Kneeling here, skin touching this egg’s shell, he could admit to himself that he was enjoying this experience, and possibly Tess had been right… maybe. “I wonder what you’ll be, little one. So distinct a shell, I’m sure you’ll be quite the character…”
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 16:42:15 GMT -5
Having only recently arrived at the Weyr, Ver was still settling into the schedule, and the locations of things. Being a Trader, he had an acute interest in the commerce, though, and working near the docks gave him a fine chance to learn more-which is where he was headed. At least it was a nice enough day out, though he was certain heat would come in the afternoon-perhaps a time for a swim when the chores were done could be found, but for now he was more than willing to get to work. Spending yesterday getting moved and acquainted with everyone had been a bit too lax for him, used to the hard pace of the road or at least a good solid workout at home with his trainers. Thus, despite not enjoying the chore, per se, he was looking forward to it. And physical work that was repetitive definitely left him free to think, something he felt was needed given the abrupt change in his and Syana’s lives.
Approaching the dock, the young man blinked in surprise, having to stop and stare. Before him was a young woman, girl? He wasn’t too sure of her age, at any rate… Working at the same chore as him. While normally intrigued by any neat figure-and he wouldn’t deny she was attractive even if not classically so, that had nothing to do with the shock on his face. No, that was entirely due to the fact that of how the other candidate was dressed. He honestly had to wonder briefly at Keiko’s sanity, since he was fairly certain that everyone with a modicum of sense would wear sturdy, resilient clothing, not bright colors and baubles. He could even see chipped polish on her nails, and mentally rolled his eyes at that. Syana, graceful and loving of pretty things as she was, would never do that-and his sister was the only woman outside of his Trader kin he had interacted with recently.
Approaching slowly, the young man hid a grimace at the words he heard, and seeing the trembling lip. Shards. He hated when a woman was upset. Running a hand through his hair, the young man stepped forward, a small smile on his face as he grabbed a sack and got to work, knowing he’d be shedding the jerkin soon due to the heat. “Hello, miss. I assume you’re a candidate too?” He asked, watching her from underneath his eyelashes. “Trader Haverisen. I was Searched yesterday, and told to join you here today for chores.” He offered, deciding to keep his parentage quiet for the time being. After all, that rank wouldn’t matter here, not even if he did Impress a dragon, and could ruffle feathers and cause problems he didn’t want to deal with. Besides, his own rank never mattered much to him, beyond enjoying a few of the finer things in his life.
"How long have you been here?" He asked, as well, curious. He knew some people stayed candidates for quite some time if they didn't Impress, though he had been warned about being overage once he was no longer 22. However, that was still two years away, and a couple clutches, he'd heard... But he did want to know about the Weyr and life inside it. As a trader looking for business opportunities, and as a new candidate, uncertain about the world he'd been dumped into. Hopefully, the girl could tell him something about it, and maybe even be distracted enough to not cry... Which he really didn't know how he'd handle.
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 15:58:00 GMT -5
Pffft. You are so strange. he actually reminds me of a guy I had a crush on in highschool who had curly hair like that and same basic face structure...
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Selene
Oct 27, 2010 15:55:37 GMT -5
Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 15:55:37 GMT -5
+ 1 1/2 marks (100 post goal)
Total: 4 marks
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