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Post by Kira on Oct 14, 2010 13:08:15 GMT -5
Mira had squinted at the chore board in contemplation for a while when she first glimpsed it. Babysitting the children of the creche... It could be fun or it could be torture. Children were so variable like that... There had always been plenty of children running around the caravan, but they were generally well-behaved. She'd met others in the various Holds and Halls that were the sweetest little darlings...and others that she swore were the spawn of Thread and felines instead of the get of any human.
Sighing, she rubbed her eyes sleepily and trudged her way to the creche area. Misk was still blissfully asleep, and Mira would honestly rather be curled up with her instead of entertaining a handful of 'brats. But she could put on her happy face...she was well versed in that. If she sat there and glared at them the whole time then they would probably be terrors just to spite her. Shaking her head to clear it of the sleep-fuzzies, she quickly bound her hair back into one long braid as she walked. The troublesome types of children always tended to go for that first, and one big braid was a lot more tolerable to have pulled than smaller ones or a few strands.
Turning the corner, she heard a commotion and crying already. A drudge practically high-tailed it out of there as one of the Weyrlings turned his way in. Spectacular. Peeking around the corner, she assessed the situation before stumbling into it. Handful of 'brats? More like a hall-full, by the Void. Huh, that bronzer-boy seemed to actually have a bit of a knack for this, though. And singing? She grinned. If they liked songs, she could do this. She had a feeling that the other boy - a Candidate, maybe? - was probably not at all in on this. She half felt sorry for him, and half wanted to add to the mischief.
Lightly sweeping in the door, she pasted a bright smile on her face. "Starting the fun without me?" she said, flashing F'ren a grin and Elric a wink, hopefully getting them to play along. The children would be more excited if they thought that something had already been planned for them, right? "Hi there, sweetlings~! I'm Mira!" And with that she swept around and folded herself down a few feet across from F'ren, playfully tugging a giggling little girl into her own lap.
"Why don't we start with one we all know, hmm? That way you can all sing along!" And it will ensure that both F'ren and the other guy can keep up the charade. "Then maybe I'll teach you one of my Harper songs, if you want~." She internally grinned at the brightening eyes and bouncing stances. Oh, yes, she'd forgotten just how much fun being a Harper could be, sometimes. Her outer expression, though, remained a sweet, excited smile that hopefully the older two could see through, though the children probably wouldn't. She patted a spot on the floor for Elric to plop down, the kids eagerly scooting to make space since it meant they'd get their song sooner.
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Post by Kira on Oct 14, 2010 2:13:17 GMT -5
Queth tilted his head slightly. Asileth had seemed a little grumpy, but then she was happy again. Or smug, rather. Had he misspoken to make her grumpy? He tried to retrace his words but nothing stood out there. Maybe it was a female thing? His was always saying that females were so hard to figure out. Or, oh! Maybe it just took her a moment to remember Hers saying the he likeliked His and that made her grumpy. And then smug. ...It made perfect sense! ...Mostly. ...Really. But he was happy at the news that Hers did indeed likelike his, and wanted to cuddle with him. That was good! I'm glad, then, he replied, a bit calmer, though his mindvoice was filled with a languid contentedness.
L'cin laughed a little when Asileth started nudging K'vin. He couldn't hear her, but he rather guessed what she was going on about before K'vin spoke. He was very reluctant to let go, but K'vin was pulling away to mount up on his dragon. L'cin let go as well, blushing away, then walked awkwardly backwards toward Queth. "...Yeah, should go." Misjudging the distance, he ended up running right into the brown's side as he turned. Somewhat mortified, he mounted up and rather hoped K'vin hadn't seen that. It was bad enough when Queth rumbled a laugh at him. 'You tell S'ren or Feynth and no stories for a week.' You are cruel, Mine. Really, you are.[/color]
"Just follow us, then, and have Asileth tell Queth if she needs to rest or get her bearings," he managed to call over clearly. Brillia swooped in to curl up just in front of L'cin, hanging onto the riding straps there. L'cin grinned down at her, then tied himself in. Queth walked his way over to the ledge, then tipped himself over and flared out his wings to catch the wind. 'Careful, love. Your side is still a bit hurt. Don't overdo it.' I won't. It feels fine now. Just achy. Don't worry, love, I'll be careful,[/color] Queth reassured, sending affection back along their bond.
Sweeping across the Weyr, he banked left and set off along the coast. L'cin gave a brief shudder as he squinted against the wind, remembering from Queth's eyes the image of these cliffs as he Chased Trith on that fateful day. Shaking his head to rid it of the morbid memory before Queth could catch onto it, he decided that today would be a new memory to overlap it. K'vin, quite possibly, liked him back, and now he and Asileth were following he and Queth to spend the afternoon at their special little cove. Heart constricted in both happiness and panic, he laughed into the wind. This was a good day already, and the outing had only just begun!
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Post by Kira on Oct 14, 2010 1:29:42 GMT -5
((Physical manipulation of Selene approved by Lothy.))
Rather suddenly, the little one detached herself from him and took to clinging to Veneth instead. Well, that worked, he supposed. She seemed so happy to see them both, but that was just the way happy children worked, right?
...But then she started to tremble and grip at Veneth's foreleg. After the first sentence, she even began to cry! Oh shards, how- who- what- this was not good. He did register her words, but they were overlaid with a mild panic in his mind. Men begging for their lives he could handle; children crying because he'd hurt them he could not. Fix. It, was the angry response from his brown, eyes narrowed and glaring at him.
He just couldn't win, could he?
Thankfully Veneth was still partially on his side and draped a wing around them to shield them from any curious onlookers. Kneeling quickly, he made a few swift shushing noises, awkwardly reaching out for the girl. Carefully grabbing her around the waist, he gently pulled her back into his arms, turning her slightly so he could look at her. So that was it, then? She'd...thought of him that way? Staring down into those wide, dark eyes, he remembered her fully now. She'd only grown a little in the intervening years, the little sprite. "I know you. Selene..." he said softly, tapping her little nose. He knew her face well. She had always been around, begging for stories and rides, curling up next to Veneth for conversations V'taph couldn't hear - but he'd just figured she did that with most people. She was well-loved, as far as he knew, and quite missed when she had traveled with one of the nannies to- ...Silver Cove Weyr.
His grip on her tightened just a little. So this child had survived the horror of that place, and still been able to run to him smiling? How strong must she be, and how scared must she have been. Remembering the harsh trials of his own childhood, he closed his eyes tightly and leaned to place a tiny kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, sweetling. I misunderstood you." He knew what it was like to be abandoned, to be unwanted. The reason he had always checked in on the women he'd bedded was so that no child of his own would ever have to feel that way. And now this little one, though not his, thought of him that way, and he'd almost turned her down in haste. Tucking her under his chin, he hugged her closer. "I'm sorry," he stated simply, no further explanation of the thoughts behind it.
Well, if she wanted to think of him that way...why not? He had found his own surrogate father in MasterHarper Cyril, and a surrogate mother in the Harper Hall Headwoman, Yanira. He could be that for this little one, right? ...Well, hopefully. He would try, at least. And hopefully he wouldn't screw it up. Apparently he'd unintentionally done a good job already? ...Well, barring this episode here, he supposed.
"You can...call me that...if you wish, then," he said slowly, and not a bit without awkwardness. "I am honored. I was just a bit confused, and thought that you were too." Backing out of the embrace, he angled at her one of his very rare genuine smiles. "Is that good for you?" Please let her have stopped crying, he thought quickly as his eyes refocused on her face.
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Post by Kira on Oct 13, 2010 22:35:05 GMT -5
I'm human and I forgot, so shush.
And I don't necessarily see it being easier, but hmm. Maybe hold off till I can discuss it with Roux in the morning, I guess. :P
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Post by Kira on Oct 13, 2010 21:27:22 GMT -5
Just for giggles, I'm also hosting a "Guess Which Candidate Gets Each Egg" contest, which - since there's no reward except the fun of guessing and bickering over - you can all just post and discuss right here. >D
There may or may not be another leg of the contest...but, er, I kinda forgot to talk to Rouxy about it before she went to sleep. >.>; So, er, PM the color guesses to Rouxy and post your Candidate guesses here! ;D
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Post by Kira on Oct 13, 2010 17:47:13 GMT -5
I just saw this last comment. Waitwait...Dacktuo for common sense and self-preservation? Do those even belong in the same sentence? XDDD
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Post by Kira on Oct 11, 2010 5:00:21 GMT -5
((Been meaning to post this and kept forgetting. >.< You don't have to respond, but know it happened~! ♥))
A certain brownrider will have made certain that, while K'vin was otherwise occupied elsewhere in the Weyr, he slipped into his barracks and left a small, simply-wrapped package on his bed. The note with the package simple reads "Happy Birthing Day!" in surprisingly elegant, curly script, and is otherwise unsigned.
Within the package are a set of flight goggles. The glass lenses are thick enough to withstand the full speeds of wind one will experience adragonback, and sturdy enough that they could probably be dropped a couple dozen feet and not break. Despite their thickness, they are crystal clear to see through. A band of durable, dark-grey metal surrounds each lens, and provides the connection to the soft, sturdy leather fastenings. The leather itself is dyed a vaguely familiar dark reddish-brown in color with dark, chocolate-colored thread for the joining stitches. There are two words neatly (though a little inexpertly) stitched into both sides of the straps in an aqua-green shade that noticeably matches Asileth's hide. On the left is stitched "K'vin" and on the right is stitched "Asileth" - both in the same curly script as is on the note. The buckles are made of sturdy steel, and they should fit at about the third from smallest setting (of eight).
L'cin won't peep a word about it unless specifically asked, but certain people might notice a strikingly similar set (minus green thread) having joined his own attire. ♥
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FYI..
Oct 10, 2010 21:27:35 GMT -5
Post by Kira on Oct 10, 2010 21:27:35 GMT -5
I was wondering about you! ♥ I usually only see your mobile on AIM so I hadn't poked to see how you were doing, but I was really tempted. :3
Hopefully your surgery will go well an you can be back soon! I like Aidaen, the little bugger, hehehe. ♥ In the meantime I hope your pain wanes more than it waxes. :( We're here for you when you're ready to return!!! :D
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Post by Kira on Oct 8, 2010 23:07:39 GMT -5
Veneth preened when Trith favored him with the soft glide of her wing. Oh, she recognized his worthiness! Trilling at her, he continued his movements, twirling and adjusting his position around her constantly. Surely this meant he had her favor! When Trith dropped over the falls, Veneth maneuvered to follow. He wasn't quite as prepared, but he flipped around to put his back to the falls to make up for it. He pulled out of the dive a bit sooner than Trith, slowing to see where she would pass. He did still glimpse the wonder that was her own change of angle, a delightful shiver going up his hide. She passed him quickly, and he followed, diligently angling up after her when she decimated the pile of rocks to propel her upwards. Through V'taph, V'taph-Veneth felt the weight of Samhara-Trith's regard, and worked his wings harder than he ever remembered to rise in the sky after his queen. He would beat that showy bronze! But then there was a commotion behind him, and a brief glimpse saw one of the younger ones veer severely off course. A moment later a blood-streaked form flew up beside him, lashing out. He was caught along his side by the mad bronze's claws, long gashes slicing all down his hide. A few splashes of Veneth's green ichor joined the matted brown of dried blood along the bronze's side. He let out a seething hiss, his eyes swirling from the lust-filled gaze of the Flight to a swirling mass of rage-red. An attack?! As the bronze flew up to crowd Dysiiliouth and Gareth, Veneth angled himself to his back. Revenge was sweet, and Veneth roared as he managed to rake a claw down the bronze's back. Sadly, the massive form shifted to knock him back before he could get at a wing. Veneth snarled at the other when he noticed something definitely wrong with Trith's limbs, but before he could strike again the bronze had shot forward to claim his 'prize.' Roaring, Veneth pushed his hatred at the other, uncaring that it fell upon the walls of the other mind. As soon as that monster released his queen... Veneth was trained hard, and as much as his instincts called for him to not harm another dragon...he was ready for death. .o0O0o. Queth bugled happily at the tail snapped in his direction, working his wings even harder. The queen's rumble of encouragement would not be wasted, and he strove to show his might all the more. The water that splashed over Trith's gleaming hide urged him on, forgetting the soreness and the strain of keeping up. To be able to twine his neck about her...would be worth it. Queth's surprise was rather what saved him at the waterfall. He'd been so focused on the golden form in front of him that he hadn't even seen it coming. It was a combination of automatically angling himself in her direction and the loss of the drafts that would keep him up over the river that facilitated his plunge. He was a bit more cognizant of when to pull up, though, not wanting to end this Flight as a smear on the riverbed. When Trith pulled up, he trumpeted his delight. Oh, a straight line! He was certain he could get faster than these others if only the course were straight! And the final rise meant that the Flight was nearing its end...which was rather good because he was mightily tired. Pumping his enormous wingspan powerfully, he gradually gained speed after his lovely queen. Suddenly, Queth felt the wind knocked from him as something collided with his side, knocking him a bit off course. L'cin screamed in his rooms as pain lanced through them both. Shock was the overwhelming emotion, even as he kept absently pumping his wings after the queen. What had happened? What had... hit...him...? As the confusion cleared, brought about by the pain all along his right side, he finally saw the strange bronze that had joined the Flight. Queth bugled angrily, certain that this must have been the one to savage him. Then he was shocked yet again as the bully then began to strike out at his fellow chasers. Something was definitely not right here, and Queth instantly tried to yell at the cruel bronze. However, as soon as his mind touched the other he recoiled. Something there filled him with such a fright that he honestly wasn't certain what to do. His wings faltered a bit - until he was struck with the thought that this...this... mongrel was after his queen! How dare he! Pumping mightily again, completely ignoring both the pain and the exhaustion, he sought to snap at the attacker's tail. If only he could catch it, he could drag the other male back. It would cost him his place, but the safety of his queen was more important than his own place at her side. His teeth grazed the whipping tail a few times, tearing a few small lacerations, but he was unable to get a real grip on it before the other forced himself on the queen. He would have been angry if he could feel anything through the shock. How could this even be? How...how could anyone hurt a queen? Especially another dragon! Terrified, shocked, and woeful, he followed along behind them, frustrated with himself. If only he'd been a little better, he'd have caught that tail and... But now he had failed, and all he could do was wait for that abomination to take his claws off of Trith. Back in his room, L'cin curled up in a ball next to his door and began to cry. He could feel everything, from the pain and shock to the anger and dismay. He couldn't move. He couldn't do anything. He could only curl up tighter as the sobs rocked him and the emotions roiled through Queth to him. Though she understood none of the commotion, Brillia could feel the absolute anguish pulsing through Hers. Shrieking, she unwrapped herself from K'vin and went straight back to Hers, curling up along his side and crooning soothingly to him. .o0O0o. S'ren and Feynth both snapped to at Dysiiliouth's call, but with a fair amount of disorientation. Both of their minds were rather caught up in the lust and their bodies were both...similarly occupied, at that moment. Feynth was the first to recover, his conciliatory green 'mate' having snapped out first, being a bit older and experienced. He keened when he realized that his wings were still far too sore and his body too tired to take him to where he could help. He managed to climb his way up the cliff-face - long practiced from the days before he could fly - and set himself up as an alert to the Healers. If he couldn't help immediately, then he would set them to readiness when the others flew the injured queen in. It took S'ren several minutes more before she could break free of the lust completely. The call, once her befuddled mind managed to process it, hit her like an icy river. Unfortunately it hadn't done quite the same to her two rather enthusiastic bedmates. Her ability to speak was still deserting her for a bit, so it wasn't until they had sated themselves that she was able to wriggle free. The first several steps were a bit wobbly, as she wasn't quite used to such interactions after more than a year of celibacy, but gradually she picked up speed until she ran out to where Feynth waited. Leaning against her blue, she took strength from his hide. There were few times in her life she felt helpless, and this was one of them. .o0O0o. Tess was running back now, intent on gathering her kit. Perhaps there were no humans injured, but she'd read enough of S'lain's books to know that she could at least assist. And she really needed to for herself, for two very different reasons. She needed to be of help to her people - her queen - as she had been unable to save their last one; it was a very personal need, to be of use. The second was to stave off the odd disappointment that she didn't want to admit she was feeling. Forcing the feeling down again, she picked up her skirts as she ran, making it to the infirmary in record time. Seeing that quite a few of those around were just standing there in wide-eyed shock, she rolled her eyes and started yelling orders. They needed the dragon bays prepped NOW!
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Post by Kira on Oct 8, 2010 21:35:06 GMT -5
I think Rouxy handled that already now! :3
...Which reminds me again we need to update the other marks pages. *prods Roux*
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Post by Kira on Oct 5, 2010 14:27:31 GMT -5
Mira's morning had been rather slow-going. Misk's love of the early evening often left the small green sleepy and barely able to chew her food by the time the sun had crested the horizon. Which was usually fine for Mira - all the interesting stuff happened in the evening and nighttime hours. ...Well, usually. This morning was a bit different, of course. Dastan had planned an amusing gathering of all the Weyr's younger...fun-makers. She'd curled up with her playful little wher until she'd fallen asleep, hints and flutters passing from her dreaming mind. Stroking the stripey, green-blue hide soothingly, she slowly disentangled a few of her braids that Misk had tangled up in one of her foreclaws. She had plenty of time to get ready, thanks to the tired green. She kissed the top of her bonded's blunt little head and then set about getting ready. Washed and changed, she was just finishing up redoing a few of her tiny braids that had been mussed during training when she heard a knock. A smile flashed across her features, but she quickly schooled it into a grin-like smirk. No sense letting the man know how much she enjoyed his company, right? With a final loving stroke down Misk's spine, she made her way out the door. She lithely slid her arm to curl around the one he offered, paying simply no mind to the way her fingers slid down his arm. He knew how to play the game quite well in return, and she loved it. "Good morning to you as well, my handsome Dastan. I fare quite well, though I'm rather excited about this...gathering." She flashed him a grin and winked back. She would have bounced on the balls of her bared feet as they made their way to the Great Hall, but it would have either made her have to let go or would have jostled Dastan. Mira took a seat caddy-corner to Dastan's, situated so that her back was to the wall and she could see all the entrances. Not that she expected any danger, but old habits died hard. And it was better to be safe than sorry, really. A small noise and a breath of cold air accompanied the weight of a little green flit on her shoulder. Mira giggled when Aeris nuzzled and licked her, laughing more in Dastan's direction when the green started trying to impress a certain point on her. Oh, she was a trip. Winking at Das, Mira turned and returned one of the nuzzles, cupping the little green's head gently to press a little kiss to the side. She would definitely like to bond with Dastan a little more, but sadly there was still more than a year left until Misk and Dassk would be ready for anything of that nature. Which of course didn't stop either of them from hinting away, naturally. "Hmm, not so sure, darling. I've met sadly few of the people our own age. I think I see a Weyrling heading our way, though." She couldn't help the twitch of her smile at the way F'ren phrased it. If she didn't know bronzeriders, she'd have almost thought he was propositioning the both of them. She grinned anyway, her eyes laughing. "I would say that we are. I don't think anyone had proposed any ideas just yet, but we're certainly interested in brewing them." And aww, the poor little darling. Mira carefully extended one gentle hand as slowly as she could. "Hey, little guy, no need to be afraid." She mimicked a quiet little trill she'd heard one of flits make before, hoping to soothe him. She left her hand where it was, close enough that the little blue could sniff at it if he wanted, but it wasn't encroaching on him. She'd gotten a bit more used to enticing small creatures near since she'd had Misk, the green adoring all manner of small things. .o0O0o. ((...S'ren later, wanted this up! Stupid work. ;___;))
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Post by Kira on Oct 4, 2010 22:35:20 GMT -5
V'taph had risen early, as was somewhat usual these days. Veneth had finally been released by the Healers the day before, gratefulness on both sides. Gratefulness to get him out of there, at least. He was not a very happy dragon when he was told he had to remain almost still for most of the day. The first few days it had been a game - a boring one, but hey. After that, he'd gotten cranky. Even V'taph's prodding that he was becoming a crotchety old man hadn't phased the small brown toward the end.
They still had to take it easy, though. The stitches had all come out, but the healed hide was still a bit fragile. Stretching it too much or going between was definitely out, so V'taph had planned some stuff to keep them on ground or in the water as much as possible. After getting him suitably fed, they'd decided to walk back to the Weyrbowl to get to the beachfront. Paddling out to one of those sandy not-quite-islands a little offshore was looking like a good idea.
"You, my friend, are in need of a bath." Urgh, don't remind me. I've been covered in mud and felt less unclean, was the grumbled response. V'taph just laughed heartily. Yes, his dragon and infirmaries did not mix.
Dodging their way amidst the few people running about between the morning and noon rushes, they were about halfway across the bowl when they heard a happy little voice behind them. One of the Weyrbrats? V'taph stopped and turned, plastering a polite little smile on his face. Veneth turned his head too, careful not to move anywhere else lest he accidentally bump the tiny youngling.
First, he caught her expression, which looked a bit like a runner spooked by flood-lanterns, and that she'd dropped her stuffed toy. The slightest of creases to his forehead was the only indication of the slight frown he wore mentally, not wanting to seem any more off-putting. But then...he vaguely recognized this one. Not from here. From...Benden? He was still solidifying that fact when the little waif threw herself at his legs and called him- WHAT?!
Thought process completely derailed, he just so of stood there for a moment. The child was, obviously, confused. He'd sired no children - of that he was certain. He wouldn't have minded, actually, but none of the women who had shared his furs in the past had ever become gravid. He'd made certain. Thankfully, the other half of his mind recovered a bit more easily than he did.
Hello again, little one, Veneth said pleasantly. He remember this child! She had...liked using him as a jungle-gym...right? He was fairly certain that was her, at least. But she was a nice one, he was sure of that. He expertly flicked his tail just slightly and nicked his silly rider upside the head. It wasn't hard, and would feel more like a hard flick or a gentle slap done by a human hand.
"Hey- ow!" V'taph glared at his highly-amused dragon for a moment before returning his attention to the child. "Ah...sweetheart, um...I'm not your daddy...you seem to be mistaken." He reached down and started trying to disentangle her from his legs. This was going to be a bit...awkward.
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Post by Kira on Oct 1, 2010 15:52:00 GMT -5
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Post by Kira on Oct 1, 2010 15:51:33 GMT -5
Wherhandler Apartment (WIP)
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Post by Kira on Oct 1, 2010 15:50:36 GMT -5
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