Post by Kaemi on Oct 27, 2010 13:47:35 GMT -5
Who: Dalisth/L'mar and EVERYONE ELSE.
What: Dalisth's maiden Flight
When: About three days after the touching/plotliness
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The Weyr was quiet... or, as quiet as it could be right now, with all of the drama that had occurred a few days prior. L'mar shook his head- nope, not thinking about that, not now. It was over. It was mid-afternoon, quiet, with most people absorbed in whatever activities they were involved in. The weavers weaving, the harpers singing, the healers... healing... yeah. He couldn't think about that right now. L'mar was absorbed in sitting. He had been told not to move, by his darling green, and therefore he wouldn't. After all, he wasn't a dimglow. He was Weyrbred; he had been raised to recognize the signs: moodiness, glowing hide, etc.. So he figured it was just a matter of time before she got woke up, and he had better acquiesce to her now, and save his will for later.
This afternoon, he deduced, would be the time. She had woken up irritably, snapping at him, scaring Nuisance away, immediately surveying the area, eating, and then insisting that they go down by the beach. As soon as they were there, she fell asleep again, which was unlike her. So L'mar decided that when she finally woke up again (Dalisth slept like a sharding rock when she didn't wish to be woken) she would make some strange noises, and then take to the air, calling the males of the Weyr after her. He'd seen it plenty of times, and he had been expecting it since Impression day. Admittedly, that was an exaggeration, and he had expected to... not be on the edge of the beach, but the point remains. L'mar wasn't taken-aback, he wasn't trying to figure out the what or the when. So now it was just a matter of it actually happening.
Literally twiddling his thumbs- you don't often see people do that, but it does happen- the weyrling sat beside his green in the sand, waiting, waiting. There was a quiet around them, not many people present, the Weyr in a state of... shock, really, but that wasn't the focus right here. The focus was the quiet, and Dalisth. He closed his eyes for a minute, to block out all of the happenings from a few days prior (he was very good at blocking things out)...
...and then he was bombarded with chaotic emotion. For a moment, he looked around, thinking that there was another attack. As soon as his eyes landed on his glowing green, however, L'mar understood.
Her eyes were whirling vibrant reds and oranges, her tail was swishing back and forth, and her head was raised up an alert- a true contrast from just a few minutes ago when she had been dead asleep. L'mar reached out, hoping to soothe her, but Dalisth yanked her head away, rising with more grace than she usually held on land. It is time, Mine, she told him harshly. Still, she waited for his responding nod of agreement and understanding, before emitting a loud bugle- enough to wrench the Weyr from their facade of normalcy. The weyrling watched her hind muscles bunch, before springing in power enough to launch her into the air. Beginning an upward spiral, slow at first, but gradually gaining speed, the green waited until she could see the majority of the Weyr before bugling again.
Come and dance, if you dare, by the beach![/b] she called, still spiraling upwards. The tragedy was over. It was time to focus on her.
What: Dalisth's maiden Flight
When: About three days after the touching/plotliness
--
The Weyr was quiet... or, as quiet as it could be right now, with all of the drama that had occurred a few days prior. L'mar shook his head- nope, not thinking about that, not now. It was over. It was mid-afternoon, quiet, with most people absorbed in whatever activities they were involved in. The weavers weaving, the harpers singing, the healers... healing... yeah. He couldn't think about that right now. L'mar was absorbed in sitting. He had been told not to move, by his darling green, and therefore he wouldn't. After all, he wasn't a dimglow. He was Weyrbred; he had been raised to recognize the signs: moodiness, glowing hide, etc.. So he figured it was just a matter of time before she got woke up, and he had better acquiesce to her now, and save his will for later.
This afternoon, he deduced, would be the time. She had woken up irritably, snapping at him, scaring Nuisance away, immediately surveying the area, eating, and then insisting that they go down by the beach. As soon as they were there, she fell asleep again, which was unlike her. So L'mar decided that when she finally woke up again (Dalisth slept like a sharding rock when she didn't wish to be woken) she would make some strange noises, and then take to the air, calling the males of the Weyr after her. He'd seen it plenty of times, and he had been expecting it since Impression day. Admittedly, that was an exaggeration, and he had expected to... not be on the edge of the beach, but the point remains. L'mar wasn't taken-aback, he wasn't trying to figure out the what or the when. So now it was just a matter of it actually happening.
Literally twiddling his thumbs- you don't often see people do that, but it does happen- the weyrling sat beside his green in the sand, waiting, waiting. There was a quiet around them, not many people present, the Weyr in a state of... shock, really, but that wasn't the focus right here. The focus was the quiet, and Dalisth. He closed his eyes for a minute, to block out all of the happenings from a few days prior (he was very good at blocking things out)...
...and then he was bombarded with chaotic emotion. For a moment, he looked around, thinking that there was another attack. As soon as his eyes landed on his glowing green, however, L'mar understood.
Her eyes were whirling vibrant reds and oranges, her tail was swishing back and forth, and her head was raised up an alert- a true contrast from just a few minutes ago when she had been dead asleep. L'mar reached out, hoping to soothe her, but Dalisth yanked her head away, rising with more grace than she usually held on land. It is time, Mine, she told him harshly. Still, she waited for his responding nod of agreement and understanding, before emitting a loud bugle- enough to wrench the Weyr from their facade of normalcy. The weyrling watched her hind muscles bunch, before springing in power enough to launch her into the air. Beginning an upward spiral, slow at first, but gradually gaining speed, the green waited until she could see the majority of the Weyr before bugling again.
Come and dance, if you dare, by the beach![/b] she called, still spiraling upwards. The tragedy was over. It was time to focus on her.