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Post by Maykat on Dec 16, 2010 19:59:39 GMT -5
Batavia hoped she wasn’t running too late to the Feast. After settling Hearth down, she’d torn herself away from the brown to go to the infirmary and check on her patients. After getting shoo-ed away by the journeyman on shift, she’d finally gone back to the barracks to get ready. Her old set of gather wear was just fine for the occasion, a light sleeveless tunic and trousers. She rebraided her hair, weaving in brightly colored ribbons for an extra touch.
The first person Batavia went looking for was Valee. She knew the other girl had Impressed a green but had missed her in the chaos after the Hatching. “Excuse me,” she said, pushing past a candidate in a gold jacket. “Valee!” she called over the din, waving her arm.
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Post by Maykat on Dec 15, 2010 19:48:20 GMT -5
R’tel blinked when Ellenath spoke to him. She was the only dragon other than Ineth to speak to him directly. He really didn’t know how to answer Ellenath’s question, so he just smiled at the gold. Of course he wanted to escort Rael to the Feast, but then there was all the issues that had kept him from coming to see her right after the Hatching. He just winked at the gold as an answer.
“Of course you Impressed,” he said, sitting down on the bed beside her. “Trust me, though, it might feel like a dream today, but tomorrow you might think it’s a nightmare,” he said with a mischievous grin. “Ellenath’ll have you up before dawn everyday for the next Turn. Seriously, though, I know what you mean.” Even though the first few months of training had been hard for him and Ineth, that first night after Impression had been the best of his life. Impulsively he reached out and brushed some strands of hair off her face. Realizing what he’d done, R’tel hopped back to his feet. “You got something pretty to wear? The whole Weyr’s going to be looking at you tonight.”
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Post by Maykat on Dec 4, 2010 15:04:54 GMT -5
Batavia’s face was streaked with sweat and tears, but she smiled from ear to ear as she fed Hearth. The little brown snapped up pieces of meat as fast as she could drop them to him. Hefty sat on her shoulder, indignant that the other brown was eating while he wasn’t. He chittered and whined until Batavia handed up a small blob of fat, then Hefty was content to fly around her head with his prize. As Hearth slowed down she was finally able to tear her eyes away from him and look around at the other weyrlings. She was surprised to see Mikovren leading a green off the sands. He had been so adamant about not Impressing.
She pushed straggling hair out of her face with one bloody hand, leaving streaks across her cheek before waving to the boy. “Miko! What happened?” Later she’d worry about leaving S’lain in the lurch while two of his journeymen were taken by weyrling training, and later she’d worry about falling behind in her healer training while a weyrling. But for now she was just excited to have Impressed, and excited for everyone else in the class. Hearth knocked against her legs, demanding more food. “Here you go,” Batavia whispered, dropping another gobbet of meat into the brown’s waiting jaws.
“She’s a good looking green,” she said, looking Seriath over with a critical eye. “Which egg did she come out of?”
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Post by Maykat on Dec 4, 2010 9:48:53 GMT -5
R’tel laughed when the girl attacked him and hugged her back, lifting Raelwyn off her feet a few inches. “Now you know I had to come pay my respects to the Weyr’s newest goldrider.” Grinning, he followed her into the room. “If I gave her half an ounce of encouragement, Ineth would have tried to follow me in here. She’s so excited that ‘our girl’ Impressed the queen,” he said, blushing slightly and embarrassed at how he had worded that.
He made an exaggerated bow to Ellenath. “It’s very nice to meet you, my queen.” He stood kind of awkwardly, hi hands tucked into his belt. “I know, I’ve been meaning to come find you and take you for another flight, but things have just been so busy,” he said. “We finally graduated into K’roi’s wing so…” He’d been busy drilling with the wing and studying formations in between Threadfalls. The pair was fitting in well to their new wing, and R’tel was even learning to control his bad temper. “But here in a few months I guess you’ll be able to give me a ride, huh?”
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Post by Maykat on Nov 30, 2010 20:48:49 GMT -5
Batavia shook her head when Trith smashed the little egg and exposed a tiny, white dragonet. Just like the dud at Hefty’s Hatching, the dirty bronze coming out of between to catch Trith and the weird green to hatch and suicide, it was one more unnatural thing to happen to Cerulean. When a girl obviously too young to be a candidate came racing down the stands, Batavia just shook her head again. Hopefully the thing would be strong enough to survive, and be able to be a useful member of the wings. She idly wondered if it would chew firestone. She determined to check it out after the Hatching, to see if there was anything else wrong besides the color.
High up in the stands, R’tel let out a loud, piercing whistle when Raelwyn Impressed the gold. He clapped his hands, stomped his feet and generally annoyed his neighbors in his excitement. “I knew it, I knew it!” he told Ineth. The green warbled her excitement, even if she had a hard time remembering exactly who Raelwyn was and why she was important. Still, R’tel was happy which meant Ineth was happy. He wanted to run down and see her but stayed put. There were still some eggs to hatch and with the way the Hatching was going, something crazy was bound to happen.
When the brown left the boys’ side and started for the girls, Batavia knew he was headed for her. She stayed put, remembering what happened the last time she thought a brown was heading for her. But then he stopped right in front of her and she locked eyes with the little brown. Later she would compare the feeling to Impressing Hefty, but it was like comparing a misting to a full blown thunderstorm. It was a feeling of love and adoration, a complete acceptance that she had never experience before. Sobbing, Batavia knelt in the hot sands, wrapping both arms around the brown.
Hefty darted down from his perch to meet the new member of their family. He wrapped around Hearth, rubbing his head on the dragonet’s headknobs. Hearth accepted the display of affection with good grace but Batavia could feel his overpowering hunger. She led the brown off the Sands, still sobbing, with Hefty leading the way and chittering about his good fortune.
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Post by Maykat on Nov 23, 2010 17:39:12 GMT -5
R’tel hesitated outside the weyrling barracks, pretending to buckle his sandal tighter. Right after the last dragonet had Impressed he had been ready to run down and congratulate her. He came very close, but watching her bathe the little gold made him hesitate and stay away. He wasn’t stupid; he knew how things worked. His being a greenrider hadn’t been a problem when she was just a candidate. However now that she was a goldrider, eventually to be the Weyrwoman, things would change. Weyrling training would put a damper in things while she learned how to be a dragonrider. But then afterward, once they were graduated and the Weyr’s future riding on Ellenath choosing a good mate no one would want to see her hanging on some greenrider.
You’re being silly, Ineth said gently.
R’tel sighed, knowing she was right but not wanting to admit it. Fine. He stood up and tugged at his tunic. Taking a deep breath he walked straight to her door, ready to knock and give her his congratulations. Instead he turned on his heel and strode the other way. He only got a few paces before Ineth’s strong disapproval sent him right back to her door. Finally R’tel knocked quietly, not wanting to disturb Ellenath.
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Post by Maykat on Nov 13, 2010 16:52:54 GMT -5
From Southern Weyr: Batavia and Hefty R'tel and Ineth
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Post by Maykat on Nov 13, 2010 9:24:27 GMT -5
Batavia’s stomach flip-flopped when she saw what hatched out of the Earl Grey egg. The legs, those tails, how did it even hatch? It should have been a dud. If it had been a herdbeast born like that, it would have rightly been put down. Thankfully she was across the Sands from it, and out of range of either Impressing or getting wounded by it. Batavia was relieved when it went between. She wasn’t even sure how it had managed to hatch, let alone how the thing would survive.
R’tel wrinkled his nose when he saw the Earl Grey green. “Gross,” he whispered. Stuff like that just wasn’t right. He could even feel Ineth’s revulsion at the creature. The green looked on disapprovingly as the Earl Grey dragonet buffered around, injuring candidates. But in the next moment R’tel could feel his green’s sadness as the little creature went between.
It’s for the best, he told her. R’tel settled back in his seat, hoping for no more weird creatures. Two more hatchlings Impressed quickly, a good sign. The Hatching seemed to take a breather, with eggs rocking but no dragonets on the Sands, when suddenly Ineth began to keen. R’tel jumped. What? Who is it now? he asked.
Ineth sent him a mental picture of a dragon that was unmistakably Felath. “Oh for Faranth’s sake,” he whispered.
Batavia felt her knees go weak when Hefty relayed who they had lost. V’mio. His wounds from the attack had gotten infected, she knew, but the healers were doing their best and she thought he was out of the woods. She was too stunned to cry. Batavia leaned over, forearms on her thighs propping her up. The bronzerider had been a constant in her life since joining candidacy. Felath had been the first dragon to talk to her. Her hands clenched around the fabric of her robe and Batavia heaved. She didn’t vomit or cry but it made the dizziness stop and she was able to stand back up straight. Hands on her hips, Batavia waited for the next egg to Hatch.
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Post by Maykat on Nov 12, 2010 18:24:47 GMT -5
Batavia shuffled her feet on the hot sands, ignoring the sweat trickling down her skin. It felt slightly surreal; putting herself at the mercy of little starving dragons again. She was up to her elbows in patients in the infirmary, where she could actually be doing something useful, the girl thought scornfully. She shook her head, causing her braids to slap against her shoulders. It was just dehydration, she told herself. And lack of sleep. She belonged on the Sands; she had to at least give herself this chance.
But with her luck, the egg with her dragon in it was in Silver Cove or smashed to bits.
Batavia cursed at herself under her breath and focused her attention back on the eggs. Several were moving and looked like they should start breaking soon. Even more than she wanted to walk off with a dragon of her own, Batavia knew the most important thing to happen today would be every dragon Impressing. The Weyr couldn’t handle a dragonet going between. She looked behind her and caught a sight of Hefty with the other firelizards, humming along with the rest. He’d been a source of comfort for her since the attacks, about the only one she had. Batavia had withdrawn over the sevendays, keeping to herself during her free time and being unusually quiet during chores.
Batavia made the appropriate noises when each candidate Impressed but her heart wasn’t in it. Her mind kept returning to the dragons in the infirmary, and what care was needed for each. She wiped her forehead, hoping things would hurry up.
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Post by Maykat on Nov 12, 2010 18:13:16 GMT -5
Better late than never, huh?
Player name: MayKat Character name: Batavia Are you alright with being left standing? Yes Are you alright with your character being maimed/attacked? 1-5: 4 Are you alright with your character suffering emotional damage? Yes
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Post by Maykat on Oct 2, 2010 16:07:03 GMT -5
R’tel sat up as Raelwyn joined him under Ineth’s wing. It was a small space, causing them to sit close together, something he didn’t mind in the least. He blushed a little and grinned when she called him a hero. “Well, you know. I hated to see you getting sand-blasted out there.”
He nodded to her two firelizards, a little jealous of them. “I’m R’tel and this lump that talks too much is Ineth.” He patted the green’s side affectionately. “You can tell her yourself. She can hear you, you know.”
Yes I can, very well, Ineth added to both of them.
R’tel leaned towards the girl and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Just don’t expect her to remember what you tell her. She’s a very…green-minded green.” He winked and leaned back.
I heard that too. Ineth said, rumbling in amusement.
Having introduced himself and Ineth, R’tel was really out of topics of conversation. Still, he wanted to keep up the suave dragonrider façade. “So, uh, have you been at the Weyr long?” Not his best work, but it would do.
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Absence
Sept 23, 2010 20:06:43 GMT -5
Post by Maykat on Sept 23, 2010 20:06:43 GMT -5
So it looks like it'll be a few more days before I get to posting again. There's been a death in the family and I'm going home for the services. I'll be back Monday or Tuesday.
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Post by Maykat on Sept 20, 2010 22:32:46 GMT -5
Who: R'tel and Raelwyn Where: the beaches When: after supper
Ineth was utterly, completely, and totally relaxed. It was late evening; she was full from her meal and unless anyone had an urgent message to be taken somewhere, neither she nor her rider had anything else to do the rest of the day. The lingering memory of a good flight the sevenday before was also adding to her and R’tel’s good moods. He was lying against her side, re-reading parts of his favorite songs and books. Everyone now and then he would read a passage out loud for her benefit. She listened intently then forgot what he said the moment his mouth closed. Still, she liked to hear it.
She angled a green wing to protect him from the wind blowing in over the ocean, bringing cold air and stinging sand. R’tel snuggled in closer against her side and turned a page. Despite being from the South, he actually liked the (comparatively) cold weather. It gave him a chance to wear his leathers and not sweat buckets while he did. The dashing dragonrider, vaulting off his mount’s neck in the hold square turned all the holder girls’ heads, but fainting from heatstroke upon hitting the ground turned heads for all the wrong reasons.
He felt Ineth perk up and rolled his eyes. You can’t Search candidates in the Weyr. They’ve already been Searched, that’s why they’re here.
Ineth flashed him an image of the girl in question. But I think she would be perfect on a blue. Or a green. Maybe. Maybe a brown.
Not a bronze? he asked, unable to pass up a chance to rib his green. What about a wher? Would she do for a green wher?
Ineth audibly snorted, annoyed. Whers aren’t worth Searching for. Dirty, smelly things. R’tel reminded her, again, that she had never actually met a wher, but she was unswayed. They smell.
Another strong gust of wind blew a wall of sand into the air. Tell her to come in here and wait out the sandstorm, R’tel said, gathering up his scrap papers covered in quotes and tucking them between the pages of a well-worn book.
Overjoyed to be given explicit permission to talk to someone else, Ineth bombarded Raelwyn. Come here! Come here! You’ll get sanded to death sitting out there like that. Hide under my wing with my rider. He can keep you safe from the sand. Unless you like getting rubbed with sand. I think it’s quite nice, but, Ineth proudly showed a mental picture of R’tel,doesn’t like it. He says it hurts and can get in his eyes. It doesn’t get in my eyes, he another picture of her human half, says it’s because I have more eyelids. I never realized it but I guess I do. For a demonstration, Ineth opened and closed her outer two lids. She kept the inner lid closed tightly against the wind. I think it’s funny that you can have things about yourself that you never realized. Don’t you? She held up her wing, indicating where she wanted the girl to go.
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Post by Maykat on Sept 17, 2010 19:51:10 GMT -5
Felath had been preparing for a sevenday for Trith to rise. Every morning he made V’mio run him through a gauntlet of wing exercises that the bronze never remembered on his own. He was waiting for her at the feeding grounds and hissed at other bronzes that got too close to him. Once Trith did arrive, the other bronzes and the rest of the world melted away. The only thing that mattered was the shining gold tearing at herdbeasts. He sprung after her, his great wings pumping. He didn’t bother with flirtation or showy flying. Felath saved his energy, knowing barrel rolls wouldn’t catch Trith. Only smart, hard flying would.
V’mio was entirely uninterested in the idea of Weyrleadership but he had never inhibited Felath before and was not about to start now. After seeing the bronze off on his chase, V’mio headed for the flight rooms. He stayed towards the back of the group, not wanting to crowd Samhara, but still wanting to be able to watch the goldrider. Samhara shifted between a woman and a shining gold dragon as Felath’s emotions took over his mind. He was dimly aware of other people arriving but what happened in the flight room was losing importance compared to what happened in the air.
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Ineth had gone from irritated to downright angry. She was close to rising anyway, and all the bronzes and most of the browns had been ignoring her in favor of Trith. Even some blues were going wherry-brained over her! Ineth watched Feynth in the pack of chasers and grumbled. Stupid gold, nothing but a giant, bloated shiny thing. Surprising she could even stay in the air. Took her twenty minutes and a half mile just to make a simple turn. Ineth floated in the ocean, keeping up a mental tirade against the queen while R’tel completely ignored her.
Instead, R’tel was focused on the stream of men heading into the flight room after the Weyrwoman. He loved goldflights as much as Ineth hated them. Quick, easy and the guys didn’t want to cuddle or talk or anything afterwards. Sometimes the girls did, and that was okay. Girls were allowed to be mushy like that. He winked at an apprentice crafter, grinning wickedly as the boy blushed red and looked away.
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V'mio
Sept 14, 2010 18:26:34 GMT -5
Post by Maykat on Sept 14, 2010 18:26:34 GMT -5
+1 from egg guesses
Total 13.5
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