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Post by Reky on Aug 22, 2010 14:42:45 GMT -5
It was gross outside. The ground was all squishy and wet, and it was somewhere between cold and warm that made Emrin uncomfortable to be out there. It had rained, and it smelled like rain, and that was the only good thing about his day so far. Even Rats wasn't a good part! The canine had rolled all in the mud and smelled absolutely awful. Miserable, the boy took to slinking around inside. At least it was dry in here.
He was really bad with directions. He wasn't going to lie about it. He'd been at the weyr long enough that, really, he should know it fairly well, but the lower caverns were far beyond the grasp of his ten-year-old mind. Where exactly was he? After enough wandering, he had no idea. He just knew he was in the tunnels. The dark, dry, pleasantly cool, rocky tunnels. He also knew that he was hungry. That was bothersome.
At least he was used to hunger. Food wasn't exactly easy to come by for a scrawny street rat. At the Weyr, there was always food. He was slowly adapting to being full, but he still knew how to ignore his tummy when it was particularly whiny. He wouldn't be able to find the kitchen in any speedy fashion, so he'd put up with the hunger pains. He wished he knew the way, but all he could do was wander until he found it. Curse his... his... ugh. He knew there was a word for it! He just couldn't remember what it was.
So, hungry, lost, and getting tired, he just kept on wandering, trying to look at nonchalant as possible. He didn't want people to know he was lost. That would be so embarrassing! [/blockquote] |
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Aug 22, 2010 15:52:22 GMT -5
The rain hadn't gotten Flayn down, but the same couldn't be said about Flask. The blue wher had seemed entirely depressed, his eyes whirling sad colors and his tail drooping. It was so saddening that he and His could not play outside! It was as if Flask couldn't begin to realize that eventually the rain would pass, that they'd be able to fool around outside eventually. For him, this was the end of the world.
So, in an attempt to cheer the almost blindingly bright blue wher up, Flayn had taken Flask to wandering through the lower caverns. It was strange, being a fully fledged wherhandler, but Flayn didn't really mind it. It wasn't a bad strange, it was a good strange. It would take time to get used to not having Flask wake him up in the mornings because 'lovely Risk called.' However, for then, that wasn't very important. What was important was cheering Flask up. Flayn didn't like having his usually pretty happy Flask acting so sad.
The way that Flask's tail dragged along the ground and his head drooped made it fairly obvious that he wasn't very happy. The one good thing about Flask's moodswings was that Flayn could get the blue to cheer up pretty quickly. The problem would be keeping him from getting all sad again.
Well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. For then, the important thing was getting his dear Flask to be happier. The Lower Caverns would be the perfect place for that, right? No rain fell deep in the weyr, and the few people that wandered there would surely be interesting, right?
With Flask scuffing his feet against the ground, barely bothering to lift his legs as he stared dejectedly at the ground, Flayn moved through the mostly deserted halls, humming softly to himself. He wasn't entirely sure where they were going, but he imagined that he'd be able to find their way back to the wherhandler's quarters when all was said and done. If not, Flask would be able to. Flask was usually pretty good with finding their way back to their quarters, though it was probably because he delighted in making his handler happy and being back in their quarters after a long day (or night, really) made Flayn happy.
So, when the first person Flayn had seen in a good long while walked into his field of vision, he glanced up, a friendly smile playing across his face. Hey Flask, look! he would have nudged the wher with his elbow if his elbow had been in a good position to nudge the bright blue hide. Instead, he contented himself with grabbing the blue wher's attention mentally.
Dejectedly, the blue wher raised his head, eyes whirling with sad colors. He didn't like the rain! It meant he couldn't go outside, and that was badbadbad! However, upon spotting the small person, Flask brightened visibly. A person! That was so very amazing! He could talk to someone! Invigorated, the blue wher bounded straight up to the younger child, tail wriggling in a very doglike manner in the air. Hello! Hellohellohello! [/b] The words running together in his excitement, Flask's vigorous moodswings had deposited him on the overbearingly cheerful end of the mood spectrum. Right then, no thoughts of rain touched his mind. Instead, he was purely, simply delighted to see someone other than FlaynHis. Flayn smiled to himself, and instead of stopping or apologizing for Flask, he merely ambled slowly towards the poor boy that had become Flask's newest target of overbearing cheerfulness. It was a good thing that Flask cheered up so quickly; Flayn really didn't like it when his lifemate was down in the dumps. Though he did almost feel bad for the poor kid that Flask had metaphorically pounced on. Still, no matter the twinges of pity that the young man felt, it was far more important to him that Flask be happy. Perhaps he was selfish for that, or perhaps he merely cared about his lifemate. Whatever his reasoning, he wasn't getting involved. Yet. He figured that he'd let Flask enjoy his delight in seeing someone new for a bit.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Reky on Aug 31, 2010 11:17:16 GMT -5
Did he hear something? Someone down the tunnel? ... Nope. That couldn't be it. See, he was just so lost he was imagining things now, wasn't her? That was it. He had better things to worry about right now, anyways, like actually being lost or those swimming lessons he'd been pressured into signing up for. They were still a little ways away, which was good, because it would be awful if it was chilly and rainy like this for them, but he still wasn't excited. He had this deep, sinking feeling that he was going to... well, sink. Maybe Rats would save him. Could Rats swim? Probably. The dog seemed to know that something was wrong with the water, though, and stayed out of it. He was a smart dog. Just a bit grumpy.
Then, he heard noises again. He listened hard, eyes glued to the floor. Was that really someone coming? He wasn't crazy? Curious, he looked up, and rather late. All he saw was a big blue thing headed his way - and fast. He tensed up and yelped, and then heard the cheery Hello! Hellohellohello! [/b] in his head. Ah! There was a long moment where Emrin stood there, frozen, with his eyes squeezed shut. Following that was a moment where he slooowly opened them to take a peek, and then another where he stared with dinnerplate eyes. Oh, shells. That thing was... really blue! And really happy! What was it?! There was a word for it... Wher! A wher? He hoped he wasn't wrong. He should know these sorts of things right away. He swallowed hard. What was he supposed to do? He wasn't too much bigger than this... wher. "Um." he choked out. "...h-hel...lo?"[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Sept 18, 2010 22:20:18 GMT -5
The yelp from the object of Flask's attention had Flayn wrinkling his nose in pity. Poor kid. He probably hadn't missed Flask coming, but Flayn doubted that the kid had suspected for even a moment that Flask was coming to greet him. If you could even call it 'greeting.' It was more like a shouting of hello, not at all as polite as the word greeting implied.
Flask couldn't have cared less if his greeting was impolite. His tail wagging as wildly as a happy dog's, he was simply delighted to see another. The rain had gotten him down, the sight of another human had brought his mood wildly to the happy side. It was just the way that life worked for Flask. Plus, how could you not be happy when meeting someone new? That made no sense at all! Meeting someone new was great enough that it deserved a huge celebration, a giant feast, something . . . huge!
The fact that he seemed to have scared the latest object of his affections occurred to Flask rather slowly. His sensitivity to the emotions of others seemed temporarily weakened by his own roller coaster like emotions, but he caught on when the boy very slowly opened his eyes to stare at him with huge eyes. Were all eyes that wide? Surely FlaynHis' weren't! Turning towards His quickly to examine his lifemate for a long moment, Flask arrived at the conclusion that no, not all humanthings had eyes that wide. And that was when he realized that he'd probably scared the poor child. Whoops. Looking about as abashed as a wher could (which, considering their immobile features, wasn't very abashed), Flask stared at the small person. Flask scare? [/b] the blue tilted his head and stared at the small human. Flayn snorted as Flask turned back to glance at him. He could hardly see in the darkness, but Flask's bright blue body was nearly impossible to miss. He was rather glad that the blue was so bright in situations like this. With a hide like that, there was no way that you could miss it, even on the darkest nights. While patrolling, Flayn couldn't even count how many times he'd been thankful for the blue's bright hide, and this time was just another time that he was grateful that the blue's hide was so bright. He couldn't imagine having Impressed to a blue as dull as his mother's blue. That creature had blended in with the darkness almost perfectly. It was a wonder that the woman who'd raised him had managed to pull it off, handling such a creature. Glancing up when the youngling that Flask had pounced on spoke, Flayn took it upon his talkative self to answer the other. "Hello!" Stepping forward to nod a greeting, Flayn hardly paused before going on, "I'm Flayn, and I handle Flask, who you've already met." Glancing down at the blue wher with a smile on his face, Flayn continued talking, though the greeting was over. "How are you today?" He didn't bother talking any more than that. He wouldn't jabber away like a madman. Yet.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Reky on Oct 6, 2010 19:54:50 GMT -5
It took a few more long, awkward moments for Emrin to really get a grip on himself. He was shaken up. It wouldn't disappear immediately - he didn't work like that. He wished it did, because then he'd seem more impressive, but he reluctantly accepted all his flaws. He was a pasty, skinny, wimpy kid. Easily scared. Horrible liar. That was life. He swallowed, staring down at the blue wher. His reply was delayed.
"Oh, um, no, I'm okay," the boy forced out, but it was obvious he wasn't telling the truth. Remember the 'horrible liar' part? Yeah. "Okay, well, yeah, Flask... 'Flask scare'. But it's alright! I'm fine now. Mostly. Yeah. I'm fine."
Mentally, he was hitting himself. Why was he so bad at talking? This was a wher! He could talk to a wher. It wasn't like it was a person who'd judge how he was speaking, so why was he worried? Maybe because it was a wher. Whers were... intimidating. Even if this one was bright blue, it was still gnarled and ugly like whers are supposed to be. It seemed nice, though! It was rude to judge things based on appearance. Emrin hated being rude. It made him feel like a big fat loser. He was blushing with embarrassment by the time Flayn came over and introduced himself.
"Oh, I'm... good," and the way he scratched the back of his neck while he said that gave away that something was up. He was lost and hungry. He didn't want to force his problems upon others, though. That was rude, too. He was trying to be able to take care of himself. He could take care of his own problems, yes he could! It wasn't like he was a little kid anymore. As an afterthought, he blurted out, "And my name's Emrin. Uh, just so you... just so you know." He was still blushing. Shells! He was bad at this today!
What was he supposed to say next? Asking directions to the dining hall would be boring and end the conversation. Would that make Flayn think he was shy? Probably. Emrin was a very self-conscious boy. He worried endlessly about what people thought about him. He had a reputation to start building. He lived in a Weyr and his adoptive parents were dragonriders. He had something to live up to, now. He was more than a lame orphan.
In an attempt to seem polite and friendly, he forced a quivering smile and said, "Your wher's, uh, very... pretty? Yeah. Pretty." [/blockquote] |
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