Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 15:53:04 GMT -5
+ 1/2 mark (100 post goal)
Total: 3 marks
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 15:48:49 GMT -5
xD Forgive me if i like the first one's hair.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 15:47:08 GMT -5
Haverisen had been settled in just a bit ago, finding it odd to think that in searching for a life for the two of them (himself and his sister) one had dropped practically into their laps. Still, though the life was there, he couldn’t escape duties: and his current one happened to be at the dock, working alongside Keiko, a fellow candidate he’d ot really gotten to know yet, bagging firestone. The stench was an irritant, as the heat, and he’d long since shed the sturdy work shirt for just trousers and boots, enjoying the satisfaction of physical labor despite the smells. After all, he’d been used to working hard at Benden or on the road, and this was no exception. The warm sun was soothing, too, though after several years on the road, Ver was acutely aware of his senses screaming that something was going to happen today.
When the call came, he chalked it up to that, even as he grinned, shaking hair laden with sweat from his eyes. Rising after finishing the last bag, Ver bowed to the overseer before darting off after Keiko, hurrying to rinse quickly in the bathing chamber since he didn’t feel it appropriate to head to the touching covered in sweat and the scent of firestone. Scrambling back into his room, the young man quickly tugged on a pair of moderately loose sturdy, thick leathers and boots, and wriggled into a pale shirt and sturdy leather tunic over that. Scrubbing his hair dry, the man swore briefly, knowing he was somewhat behind-he’d heard the bronzes’ warning just as he entered the bath area-and scowled, glancing about.
A few moves had his knives and daggers tucked away, and the belt with his pouches at his hips. Checking his sword, the young man debated, then frowned at himself. The first rule he’d learned in training, and on the road, was to have it everywhere, but… It was a touching, what need could there be? Still, the prickling between his shoulder blades at the mere thought of being unarmed was unsettling-and he’d seen another candidate carrying a blade he meant to get a good look at as well. More, he and Syana had been told about the flight-and he also knew that felines sometimes came to the Weyr despite the presence of dragons.
With a sigh, the young man slung it on, automatically making sure he had a quick, easy draw available. Jogging out the door, Ver made sure to tuck away his pendant, feeling a strange hope in his chest as well. Mainly coming for his sister, he couldn’t deny the awe the dragons inspired in him, and what child doesn’t dream of dragons, really? Pushing that aside, Haverisen grinned as he slowed and entered the sands, eyes adjusting to the light as he saw Syana’s two pups against the wall, obediently staying in one spot. Smirking at that, and knowing she’d never leave them anywhere regardless, Ver moved forward, before taking in the sight of Trith.
She was beautiful, and breathtaking, moving as she was, and he could see the tint of red that he’d been told meant potential anger and warning there, too. Swallowing, the young man moved forward and paused a good fifty feet from the clutch, not wanting to get too close without welcome. Bowing to the Queen and whom he assumed based on descriptions was her rider, he glanced about briefly, noting the others already among the eggs. “Good morning, Clutch mother Trith, Weyrwoman Samhara. Might I be allowed to touch the eggs and meet them?” he asked, not quite sure the proper forms of asking, but hoping he’d gotten it right.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 15:24:45 GMT -5
actual image for V'ton... Kira and ROUX demanded...
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 15:09:50 GMT -5
Curled in the back of the hatching sands, though in the very lowest row, Selene gazed out over the events with a deceptively calm face, though if one looked closely enough, her dark brown eyes were almost glowing with excitement. Though too young by at least two years yet to stand, the girl hadn’t been able to keep away. Of course, this was the case at every Weyr she had been a part of, and she felt no need to change her actions here. Instead, the child had spent the time since Trith’s rescue and return in that same spot every day, aside from her own chores or errands, talking at the big gold and her eggs, or singing as the mood took her. With V’taph back in her life, she was getting much better about it, too.
Thus, the petite young waif was curled up once more, this time nibbling on a hot, fresh roll filled with meat and cheese from the kitchens. Each day she came, since the first, she’d always been given a basket with fresh goodies, meant to be shared with Samhara. And really, it wasn’t as if Selene minded, either, since she wanted to spend most of her time in the stands. Every clutch always fascinated her, but this one especially. Already she had a list of what she thought the eggs were, to ‘wager’ against her daddy later, and some of them she found astoundingly gorgeous. Besides, feeling the strange vibes from the egg was always… unique. The experience was never the same, and she knew it was merely a pale echo of what the candidates went through.
Which was another reason to watch. She’d learned a fair amount over time, doing just that, especially in how they reacted to some outside presence placing some feeling or thought-image inside them, the way she heard the dragons, whers, and fire lizards did. Of course, being too young and not standing, nor having a fire lizard (though she adored Tess’s blue) made it difficult for her to understand. Still, her voice was clear, if soft, and her gaze was focused on one particular egg she’d been watching all week, which made her giggle in it’s emanations. And she had to be present to see how others were effected, she’d never forgive herself otherwise.
More than that, though, the girls voice held a tremor that was barely noticeable, and her glances towards the entrance were rather frequent. When she stumbled over a word, Selene forced herself to stop, and tried to shake off the feeling of dread. She’d had horrid nightmares the night before, only remembering flashes of dragons and a feeling of loss and fear. Unfortunately, even though flashes had been limited to a patch of hide showing color, and a roar she remembered when first woken, but had forgotten now. Biting her lip, Selene glanced over again. Where was V’taph, and Veneth? She needed them this morning, and ad hoped to be here in time to find them, since she still didn’t live in her daddy’s weyr-that just wasn’t how it worked.
Dread made the breakfast in her hands taste off, as did the fear she couldn’t shake-hence her perch close to the clutch. The soothing feel from some eggs reached her there, and helped, and she focused on that, trying to regain her earlier calm and excitement, knowing today was important above all others save clutching past and the hatching to come.
But where was V’taph?
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 6:28:53 GMT -5
When the call came, startling her into stillness, one of the more recent candidates had been penning a letter back to Benden, half-heartedly discussing the events which had been occurring-it was mainly to let her family know where she was herself, even if she knew her Trader kin would carry the word she had been Searched. Pausing mid line, the young woman found herself savoring the rich mental voice of the gold, comparing it to the green she had heard, and the brief words of the blue who’d been there. Seconds later se heard Gareth’s words, and a small smile found its way onto her lips. Touching, so soon? Shaking her mane of black hair back, Syana quickly finished the note, before rising from the desk.
As she moved, the two mostly-grown pups sat up, tails waving in the air. With a grin, Syana stooped, rubbing their heads even as she added their leads to her belt, and carefully checked that her knives were in place. With a nod, she added her favored daggers, and a sword, a soft laugh answering the curious whines from her dogs. “Yes, my darlings. Heel.” She commanded, striding from the room as she tied her hair back in a heavy plait with a long cord, before added a scarf of brilliant crimson as well. Hurrying, the young woman hoped her brother had heard, and a hand raised to her throat, touching the pendant nestled there in a silent prayer to Faranth. If she was lucky, and she hoped so, there was a new life waiting for her here, which seemed more exciting than the prospect of the open road with her kin, and especially more than a dull, stifling marriage.
Noctis and Nuera flanked her heels, one to a side, and panted happily, though they would occasionally stop and sniff as if curious or concerned. Passing this off as simply being young, Syana regardless chivvied them along to the sands, pausing in the entry with a stern look to the dogs before she eve allowed herself to gaze in. “Nuera, Notis, Wall. Sit. Down. Stay.” She commanded, watching the pair move over out of the way and sit, then lay, gazes fastened on her. Nodding, she smiled and tossed both a treat, before repeating, “Stay.” Turning away, the young woman moved forwards, eyes taking in those already present first-and their dragons.
She had to admit being in awe of the two bronzes, both rather large, and very differently toned, but Trith, with her golden hide, stood out above all else. Watching with a suddenly dry throat, Syana remembered what had been told to her of the Flight-and found bile rising at the thought. How could any –male- do such things… She growled, mentally, before carefully tamping down her anger, and moving forward after the rest of the candidates. Studying them, she noted with pleasure that they all seemed to have heard and heeded Gareth as well-she’d seen one hatching before, and the ill-graced young dimglow who had insulted the mother…. Not too pleasant a memory.
Noticing the two Wing Leaders, Vladisyana waited for the others to move before bowing herself to the gold and her rider, eyes sparkling as she saw the 23 eggs spread over the sands, gaze locking onto the brightest eggs briefly in glee at the colors, before she caught herself, and spoke, voice low and melodic. “Good day, Weyrwoman Samhara, Queen Trith. May I move among your children?” She asked, hoping that her previous anger at the bronze from earlier was tight enough not to leak to the gold-whom she felt fairly certain probably wanted no reminder of said events.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 18:27:07 GMT -5
I am horrid at sigs and the like, (ps hates me) but i have the images for my chars... help? <3<3<3 V'ton, has bronze dragon Dysiiliouth Mikovren Savareniel, has pale green fire lizard Shen Selene Vladisyana Haverisen
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 14:52:55 GMT -5
It had been a pleasant enough morning, really. Quiet, with no patients requiring his attention, thankfully. Eneth had been seen, and he had –finally- calmed down from that little episode. It had been productive, as well, in that he had successfully found a valid reason to leave the Weyr proper in a short while, repeatedly, for several days, in several different areas. Perfectly sound reasoning, too, given the stack of paperwork on his desk reflecting the inventory of the dried and fresh herbs, as well as what was needed near immediately for restocking certain remedies that always ran out quickly. And a list of places marked on a map to find them.
No, it was his job, not him avoiding the eggs lying on the sands waiting hatch. He would never do such a thing…
This was, of course, the reason he was charting a plan, and had his kit for gathering supplies in the field strewn across his bed, checking the pieces. His healers kit, though, was by the door on it’s stand like always, which was shortly to be a very good thing, as he found himself suddenly hosting a blue he knew rather well about his shoulders. With a grin, Miko set down the quill to give Jaser a scratch, before belatedly realizing Tess was probably on her way. And would see what he was up to.
”Shards.”
Rising, Miko had quickly thrown the kit back together and stuffed it under the bed haphazardly, before reaching for his kit. He didn’t think it was an emergency, what with the blue’s sharing (which he’d never admit delighted him) of the eggs and Trith. He grinned at the blue again and gave him a caress along his back just as his hand closed on the strap to his kit’s bag-and just as suddenly found himself being dragged by a bouncing, determined Tess before he really had a chance to comprehend what was going on.
In that manner, he dragged, not stumbling or gliding, face somewhat shocked before he threw a mask on, Mikovren found himself headed unerringly towards the sands-and then the words penetrated his surprise. Trying to dig his heels in, he found out quickly, had little effect, as did trying to get a word in edgewise with the bubbling woman at his side. A scowl marred his face quickly, and he glanced about to see if S’lain or Jaxith would either come to his rescue or admit a part, even as he found himself suddenly standing face to face with Trith and her clutch. She wanted him to –what-? Oh, for the love of Faranth, when he got himself out of this mess….
Awkwardly, the journeyman straightened himself and his clothes, becoming slightly peeved that his hair was down, rather than bound still, since he’d not anticipated going out of his room yet, and blinked. Deciding that since he had no choice-he knew how harshly a queen would react to someone who had been presented to her walking away-Miko half-bowed, serious, yet still hiding in a mask of carelessness when others were looking. He let Trith, however, see the startlement-and awe, as he glanced at, really –looked- at, her clutch, and swallowed around a suddenly dry throat before he could speak.
He’d been to several hatchings, seen a touching occur, shards, he’d watch Trith lay this clutch just a few sevendays ago… and now he was suddenly forced to wonder if S’lain had been dancing around why, exactly… entirely he’d been brought here. More so even after S’lain had admitted Jaxith was a sensitive Search Dragon. Pulling his mind back, and away from the eggs and the plot against him, Miko forced the words from his mouth, half his attention still on the clutch and the candidates (which he could not, would not, dared not consider himself such). “Trith, Samhara. I… I would be honored to meet your children…” He offered, still half bowed, before he straightened abruptly, noticing finally that Trith had her wings spread, and moved without sign of strain or pain.
“Trith! You are healing well!” He grinned, suddenly, all masks slipping away briefly at that joyous thought. He could see Tess cringing as she stood near K’roi, and wondered faintly if more had happened than she let on before… and felt somewhat vindictive about it, too. Still, that was neither here nor there. He’d deal with Tess and S’lain… eventually.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 13:18:51 GMT -5
20, Son of a Lord Holder. Animal lover, decent cook. Loves dancing and drinking. Carefree surface. Written in the stars, inescapable fate 1/?? Family, beloved and hated-Vladisyana. Sister. Watching shadows melt tonight 0/?? Lovers, both casual and not.From the edge of the deep green sea 0/?? The closest people, who share everything.The Last Day of Summer 0/?? People he enjoys spending time with. We’re on the edge of a beautiful thing 0/?? The ones he wants or who want him, but haven’t yet gotten…“Don’t look, don’t look” the shadows breathe 0/?? Enemies, rare though they are, and the un-liked fewYou can never forget how it used to feel0/?? Past Flings
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 13:16:40 GMT -5
Always On Him: Haverisen always carries several daggers tucked into his belt, boots, and hidden at his hip, and the belt with his pouches and money bag. He also wears constantly the pendant half which matches his sister’s, though his is bronze and crystal, where hers is gold. A simple, sturdy sword lays at one hip as well, since he is well schooled in the dangers of seemingly innocuous places.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 13:16:15 GMT -5
Possessions: ~One Large Chest ~2 small wooden chests ~2 fancy-wear outfits, one in blacks piped with silver, and one in deep teal-blues. ~A plethora of sashes, scarves, and vests. ~A belt with hidden areas and several pouches ~1 pair of dress shoes ~2 pairs of sturdy leather work boots ~4 feline pelts for his new bed ~A quilt stitched by his mother with fire lizards, dragons, and whers upon a pale cream background.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 13:15:56 GMT -5
Benden Hold Like his sister, Haverisen has three rooms at Benden to call his own; consisting of a study, bathing chamber, and bed area, not far from the rest of his family. Cool tapestries line the walls, and soft pelts are strewn over the floors of all but the bathing chamber. The study holds a desk on one wall, surrounded by candles and lamps and glow baskets, filled with reports and the like for his stations’ duties, and a few ink pots and brushes clutter one of the drawers. Some few portraits are up of past family members and current in there as well, though they are too sparse to give much warmth to the utilitarian room.
The bathing chamber is a simple affair, with a hamper inside the door for clothes and towels, stacks of soft, fresh cloths for washing and drying on a stone shelf, and rows of soaps and unguents as desired. A pool sunk into the floor with cycling water is deep enough to submerge in when sitting, and kept heated carefully.
The bedchamber, though, is where Haverisen’s personality does show, in the gathered childish drawings from his siblings and himself on one wall, to a wall devoted to the care of his various fancy outfits and scarves, to one devoted entirely to the routes of his trader kin and notes on various holds and barters done in the past. The bed itself is layered in thick, plus green blankets and covers, and strewn about it on the floor are the soft, tawny hides he enjoys.
Candidate Barracks: At the barracks, Haverisen only really has the one trunk he brought with him, which is placed at the end of his cot in the boy’s half of the rooms. Two small chests are stashed beneath the cot as well, all three brought from Benden onto the Trader Caravan from which he was searched.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 13:13:21 GMT -5
Trader Terror Team
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 11:20:28 GMT -5
Having been using some rare free time to go over the items he’d brought from the cave, Savareniel was hip deep in a mess as the summons came. Of course, he could leave the items spread about him as they were but… Really, he still wasn’t sure about this whole thing. Hadn’t it been proven already at Fort Weyr that no dragon wanted much to do with him? Freynth aside, but he suspected the blue was as crazy as his rider, really… The young man scowled, and sighed, before shaking his head. It wasn’t like he didn’t love the dragons, after all, nor secretly wish he had Impressed… But this many hatchings? With a shrug, he knelt once more, carefully folding pelts about the blades and various jewelry strewn all over.
Of course, his extreme care had nothing to do with delaying something which brought him conflicting, intense emotions. Not at all. As he fiddled, making sure each piece was set just –so-, and tried to control the memories of learning at his families knee about the beings he was going to be face to face with soon in another hatching, and today in a form at the clutching, Shen seemingly decided she’d had enough. And popped into place right in front of him, scolding, pleading, and cajoling mightily, somewhat puffed.
The little green had been hovering in the kitchens, begging tidbits from the drudges she trusted, when she’d felt the bigbigBIGgolds voice in her, followed by the bigbigBIGgolds prior mate, and he was just a bigBIGbronze, summoning everyone. She –knew- that meant hers, and was torn, because she’d just been given the mostdeliciousever morsel of carefully cooked, juicing red meat. Hunger winning briefly-after all, she could go to Hers after eating it!-the green carefully devoured her prize, trilling her happiness as she did so in a rather comical way.
When finished, Shen took the time to lick each paw clean, and her muzzle, before thinking about anothertastynom. That is, until she felt hers worryingsad again, and vanished instantly to his side Between, inundated with hismemoryimagebronzegreenpeople that she’d never met and sensed wouldn’t, since he’d told her (though she’d forgotten) that they were Betweened. As she hung there, wings forcing cold air into Hers’ face, Shen cheeped once more, and deflated, as HerSav finally started to chuckle at her. Settling onto his shoulders, the green crooned softly and rubbed her cheek over him as he grinned at her, finishing his packing quickly.
“Not going to let me get by, huh, Shen?” He asked, smiling softly, and wondering if she knew something he didn’t-though he knew better than to try and guess. Remembering the bronzes’ warning, and the disaster of a flight, the young man raced to the entrance, feeling a strange hope stirring in his breast. As he slowed and entered, noticing a couple of bronze riders and three of the other candidates, he dared to think that maybe, this time, he could Impress. A clutch of 23 lay before him, and he blinked in faint awe at the beauty, before remembering his manners.
Striding forward, Sav stopped a safe distance from the clutch and Trith, before bowing, low, and not rising more than enough to glance up at the gold and her Weyrwoman before speaking, still in obeisance. “Good morning, Weyrwoman Samhara, Clutchmother Trith. I am glad for the chance to be here, to meet your children.” There was a slight emphasis on the your, and true sincerity on his wanting to be there, however abrupt the mood change inspired by his green firelizard was. Staying in the bow, he glanced between the eggs, and the two, “May I move among them?” he asked, somewhat tense in fear of rejection. On his shoulder, Shen cheeped and chirped a greeting to the bigbigBIGgold clutchmother, admiring the 23 eggs herself, and stayed tightly on HerSav’s shoulder, feeling a wee bit possessive.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 10:22:05 GMT -5
Perched among the rafters, a bronze hide that had rarely left was still visible, though still near the door as possible. Unlike Gareth, Dysiiliouth did not have the excuse of having been a mate prior to the fiasco, however short a time they were, and had no desire to impinge upon the gold ones’ space below. Still, the bronze felt it necessary to be there, guarding over her, and the clutch, and out of a joy at the hatchlings that would come. To him, the clutch was hers and hers alone, but he still found pleasure in the thought that soon, new dragonets would be on the sands, finding theirs as he had found his. The bronze, though, was once again sprawled, since few came to his spot there, tail curled about his lounging frame, and wings draped and somewhat hanging over the railing.
At least, he was until the announcement was made. A pleased rumble at the news traveled down his throat, though he restrained further noise after that, especially given the warning from the older bronze. Still, he sent a wash of joy and love to his, who had left him to his own devices and been in their personal weyr working lately. ~V’ton. You should come. And Eneth is a good bronze.[/color]~ Dysiiliouth rumbled faintly in amusement at the response he received, hoping it wouldn’t annoy Trith below as he straightened, wings folding back to his side, eyes whirling green. It wouldn’t do to be lounging like a rug, as his told him (whatever that meant) at a touching.
~Yes, but it’s not the dragon in that pair I’m worried about! Shardit all, I suppose I can bring my lists with me and observe from there.~ V’ton pushed back from his desk with a sigh, rubbing his temples. Given the status of the Weyrlings, he and the other Wing Leaders had started going over them, trying to figure out who would fit best with what wing-r if any could start a wing of their own. He was already certain when the news leaked out that F’ren, the one he’d been discussing, would want his own wing. The boy, from his limited experience, was certainly still full of himself. Then again… A fair number of bronze riders tended to be. A smile quirked his lips at that thought, remembering his conversations with Keiko on the subject.
~I told you she was good for you.[/color]~ Came the rumbling thought, teasing him gently, before V’ton groaned. ~Hush. I have no knowledge of it ever going beyond what it has or returning there again. That is up to Keiko.~ Still, V’ton moved somewhat quicker towards the grounds, and nodded in pleasure at seeing Samhara and Trith looking much better, and two candidates already being present. Moving forward, the Wing Leader stopped a distance away, to one side, before bowing to Samhara and Trith. “Good day, Weyrwoman, Trith.” He offered, eyes bright as his dragons own green-blue whirl for the moment. Attention on Trith, the smile deepened some. “Your clutch looks lovely, beautiful queen. Thank you for allowing the candidates to come.”
Keeping little impact on the words aside from affirming that he considered the clutch Trith’s and no others, and making no mention or thought of the flight, V’ton bowed once more before moving back, taking a seat where he would have a good view, and tucking down the folder of notes he brought. Somehow, he didn’t think he’d get much work done on them, given all that often occurred at touchings. It would be interesting to see the candidates, and scout potential future wing riders. Assuming they Impressed, that was.
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