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Post by Lan on Apr 29, 2011 4:42:30 GMT -5
Waroth, please bespeak Kaezeth. Nimara shivered as the cold of winter's early morning clung harshly to her wet clothes as Waroth flew her away from the lake. Enyo had nestled herself in the crook of the redrider's arm, silently brooding about what had just happened. The three ladies were, indeed, contemplative at the very least. Nimara tried to take her mind off of it by watching the lightening of the dark blue that signaled Rukbat's rising, but it did nothing to still the quivering that her whole body was doing at this moment. It wasn't entirely for the sharp, freezing temperature, but Nim liked to pretend it was. Still, she knew she couldn't pretend to be okay forever. She needed to talk to someone. She needed to talk to R'len, who was probably waking now that morning was upon them. And Waroth, knowing this, swallowed her pride to speak to the iron.
Kaezeth. She reached for his mind almost gently, odd for the usually brash red. Perhaps if she could remember why she was mad at the iron in the first place she wouldn't treat him with such delicacy. But, as it was, she could not longer remember, and while some ill will remained it was washed away by the worry for her bonded. Is Yours awake? Mine needs him. It was probably the most civil conversation she had had with the iron in a long time. Nimara would have been proud of her, she thought. Still, there was something odd about her mental voice. There was a tinge of more than worry, but anxiety there. Someone had taken her rider from her and she hadn't been able to stop them! Or, at least she was held from doing so. It left her shaken, so much so that it even her anger at the pink Syrryth was forgotten. She almost didn't want to take Nimara to R'len's weyr. She wanted to spirit HerNim away and curl herself protectively around the redhead. But she had orders, and for the sake of her rider she decided not to disobey.
Waroth came for a landing on Kaezeth's ledge, keeping as far away from the large King as possible and not making eye contact except for when she gave a faint dip of her head to the larger male. Nimara slipped off of the red's back, still cradling Enyo in her arm as she gentle soothed the tiny green with soft clicks and a gentle stroking. She gave a bow to Kaezeth, then waited there dripping wet in the cold for R'len to meet her. She didn't want to walk in on him in an indecent matter, after all. Frankly, she felt rather ridiculous having come here at all... but she didn't want to be alone, and she didn't know where else to go.
"R'len?" She whispered timidly, blinking into the darkness of the weyr where she thought she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye.
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Post by Reky on May 5, 2011 8:04:28 GMT -5
R'len stirred, his body clock calmly easing him out of his deep sleep. The first few caws of wherries were beginning to rise with the sun, even though any normal creature would still be sleeping. Busy as he was, though, R'len was hardly a normal creature in the Turn before Thread. Morning, though, was one calm part of his day. He was free to watch the sunrise and sit with Kaezeth. It was a little taste of relaxation. As his eyes slowly opened and his fuzzy mind adjusted to wakefulness, he was looking forward to such relaxation. Quickly, though, it was stifled.
Kaezeth lifted his head. He heard Waroth's voice in his mind, but for once, it was not yelling at him. Needless to say, he felt very surprised, but he heard the tone in her voice. The colour of worry was dropped into the swirl of his eyes. He is awake, the iron told the red, and then he turned to His. Waroth and Hers come.
R'len sat up. Waroth and Nimara? At this hour of the morning? He was immensely confused. Waroth sounded worried, Kaezeth added, and that only made it worse. The ironrider dragged himself out of bed and pulled on a shirt to go with his loose pants. Possible situations were pouring into his head. What was going on? But he forced himself to ignore any guesses. He'd find out when Nimara arrived. Instead, the twist of worry and confusion grew in his gut. It felt like he had swallowed something whole.
Waroth landed, and Kaezeth gave a polite bow of his head in turn. R'len saw Nimara silhouetted against the slowly lightening sky; saw her dripping wet. "Oh, shells," he breathed, and grabbed furs up in his arms before running out to meet her. He pulled the furs around her and drew her in, rubbing her shoulders to dry her off and warm her up. He searched out her eyes with his.
"Shards, Nimara, what happened? Kaezeth told me Waroth was worried." All the while, his dark, worried, creased eyes were on her. He genuinely wanted to know. He genuinely wanted to help. [/blockquote]
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Post by Lan on May 5, 2011 17:45:48 GMT -5
If Nimara was having any reservations about coming here, she had them all the more as R'len rushed to her aid. Why did she have to feel so weak? If she could keep a red dragon from tearing everything apart, why couldn't she keep herself from feeling like this? It was a sobering thought, but it was banished as soon as her friend had bundled her up in furs and was working on trying to keep her warm. Enyo protested to being covered up and slithered her way out of the redrider's arms, up through the blankets, and grumbling up onto Nimara's shoulder. She growled her frustrations at R'len, at him personally and at what had happened. Nimara quickly shrugged her off, though, and the army green flit took off toward Waroth, where she took a crouching position on the ground and glowered.
"A pinkrider..." She managed through chattering teeth, not looking into his eyes just yet. Her mind needed time to exactly piece together what she was going to say. Waroth and Enyo's irritable moods were still holding sway over her, and she didn't want to tell him what had happened through the eyes of her dragon. That would be a mistake. "Waroth wanted to kill him. Enyo attacked... it's all a blur..." Waroth piped up with an ugly growl, feeling misrepresented.
HE ATTACKED YOU!! He was out of line! I wanted to protect you from him and his mutated run! Waroth interrupted into her mind, allowed Kaezeth to be privy to the information. If Nimara wouldn't stand up for herself, she would! The redhead merely winced, though, shaking her head in disagreement.
"It wasn't like that;" She contradicted, "He was in a certain... nature... but I don't think he meant to--" Nim stopped, clutching the bedfurs around herself and grateful for the warmth they gave. 'I don't think he meant to hurt me,' was what she meant to say, but the last words didn't come out. She hadn't exactly been paying attention to R'cat, after all. She had mostly been worried about keeping Waroth from making a scene... and then keeping Enyo from eating the man's face. And then he had yelled at her. After all that, Nimara doubted her judge of character.
The pink challenged me. I should have killed her! Waroth's eyes swirled red again as she remembered the kill that got away. Once again she spoke to both Nimara and Kaezeth.
Nimara stopped talking for the moment, looking up into R'len's eyes finally to find creases and worry there. She tried to smile for him so his frown would disappear, but it was half-hearted and clearly untruthful. So she moved closer to him, allowing herself to rest her forehead on his chest and simply breathe. It had been a bad situation, the kind she generally liked to avoid at all costs. But, simply being near someone she felt the least bit comfortable around helped. With R'len she knew she was safe, and that was a good feeling.
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Post by Reky on May 13, 2011 8:49:43 GMT -5
Waroth's anger was infectious. Kaezeth lapped up the words she shared with him. Perhaps, normally, the words would not have riled him so, but it was the conviction with which Waroth said them that had him convinced. Dragon fighting dragon was a sickening thought, and anyone attacking Nimara was way out of line. R'len cared for Nim, so Kaezeth did, too, if only for his rider's sake. Seeing Nimara upset like this was doing a number on the ironrider already. Kaezeth just wanted everything to get better again.
R'len was only hearing half of a conversation. Immediately, when Nimara mentioned a pinkrider, his mind jumped to the pinkrider that had made advances towards him. It was just an assumption, and a worrying one at that, but he didn't want to jump to any more conclusions. It didn't really matter who the pinkrider was and he didn't want to pry. He wasn't here to investigate - he was just here to comfort Nimara. Whatever Waroth was saying to Nimara and Kaezeth had power, which he could tell from the woman's and the iron's reactions, but again, he wasn't here to be nosy. He just didn't care. He only cared that Nimara was upset and that needed to be fixed.
He hushed her. Nimara had fallen quiet and came closer to him, resting her head on his chest. He didn't hesitate. Right away, he got his thick arms around her little body and held her close. His hands rubbed her back gently through the furs. The smell of her wet hair came to him, and he figured he was doing the right thing, being her sanctuary.
"Well," he said quietly, "It's over now, hey? And you're still alright. No one's hurt." Not physically, he thought. He gave Nimara a warm squeeze. "You're still alright." [/blockquote]
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Post by Lan on Jun 18, 2011 1:38:43 GMT -5
The anger Kaezeth began to feel only fueled Waroth's own fire. Practically seething, she let loose another wild roar to awake the other half of the Weyr that was still sleeping. Nimara shushed her mentally, but still she ground her claws into stone beneath her. Enyo, too, found the pure ire contagious, mirroring the iron's and the red's actions with her own crouching and hissing. It was quickly not becoming a pleasant situation. The redhead sighed and snuggled into R'len's tight hug, allowing the proximity to calm her anxieties as best as possible. It was still weird, after all this time, to allow herself to be this close to someone, but it didn't bother her as much as it would have when they had first met. Now being here felt safe and secure. As safe as Waroth. As safe as home.
Nimara gave a soft hum in agreement to R'len's encouragement and nodded slowly. Yes. She was all right. No one was hurt. That was good. Waroth would not taste blood this morning. And yet, oddly enough, she felt bad for the pinkrider. Perhaps he had been in the wrong, but were it only a slightly different situation there was a chance that it wouldn't have played out so... dramatically. What was done was done, though. It could not be undone. It was over, as the ironrider said.
"Yes... I'm alright." As the words came out Waroth and Enyo visibly relaxed, although they still didn't look too pleased. The red dragon sat in a more lady-like position, her snake-like tail curling around her and the camouflage-colored firelizard flitted over to rest on it. Waroth gave a stern growl and Enyo squawked back, then moved herself back to her spot on the ground. She didn't like being so beneath everything and out in the open, though, so she quickly army-crawled into the iron's weyr, sticking to the walls and the shadows.
I still should have killed her, Waroth told Kaezeth with a snort of disapproval and her tail gave an abrupt twitch. She was stupid and should know her place.
Nimara, unaware of her dragon's exchange, took a step back from R'len and pulled the bedfurs tighter around her. She looked up at him, not quite meeting his eyes before she stared at her feet again, then once again resettled the blankets around her. "Thank you... for... you know..." This time she met his gaze and managed a small smile that showed she was sobering up at least a to the point where she could function normally. "I didn't wake you, did I?" A breeze sent a chill up her spine and she resisted the urge to step closer to him again and steal his warmth.
It was then an irritated shriek came from R'len's chamber, followed by a irritated shriek. Enyo, having decided to scope out the premises for intruders, had snooped through R'len's clothing only to get tangled up, and was very vehement about the whole ordeal.
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Post by Reky on Jun 26, 2011 14:20:09 GMT -5
Even though he had known it all along, hearing Nimara admit that she was fine made R'len feel considerably better. He kept his arms around her, stroking her shoulder comfortingly while she snuggled up against him. He liked her there. He liked being some semblance of stability and safety for her. Even with all the stress of being a wingleader, and the stress of seeing Nimara so upset, he currently felt calm. Nimara was alright - she had said it herself - so he was alright, too.
Kaezeth watched his rider carefully, fully aware of all his feelings, but also infected by Waroth's irritation. When R'len relaxed, however, the iron allowed a slight bit of relief to wash over him, but Waroth's disapproval still had him restless. A pink should not challenge a queen, he agreed, snout wrinkling in a stifled snarl. Especially when her rider was already in the wrong. He would not have stood for such insolence. If it was Syrryth, as His suspected, she would have received due consequences for stepping out of line against a king. He held his head a little higher, swelling with the responsibility of his rank.
R'len noticed his dragon's change in posture, but ignored it. He was reluctant to let Nimara go, but he loosened his grip regardless. His arms felt useless by his sides; he put them in his pockets instead. Nimara's small voice made him grin, and there was the faintest hint of a chuckle in his words. "You're welcome," he said. Gently, he reached out to push a strand of red hair back behind her ear. He realized, afterwards, that the motion might have been far too bold, but it wasn't like he could take it back. He continued, "Don't worry, I was already awake, if barely."
The shriek, needless to say, jolted him out of his tender mood. He looked over his shoulder at the door to his bedroom, but he could not see Enyo there. He saw the edge of a pile of clothing, but beyond that, there was only one flit he saw, and it was blue. The powder-blue creature had appeared out of between, probably from some far off adventure to save an exotic damsel in distress, and crawled over the bare bed. Crooning his presence to Enyo, Chicken dropped to the floor and attempted to pull the clothes away from the green. He would save her! R'len snorted lightly.
"Flits," he shrugged, his warm eyes coming back to Nimara. [/blockquote]
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Post by Lan on Jun 29, 2011 3:32:35 GMT -5
At Kaezeth's agreement with her being in the right, Waroth too swelled with pride. Yet, it also calmed her down. She was right! The pink was wrong! And even Kaezeth, as irritating as she had found him all those seasons ago, was agreeing with her! It gave her a sense of justice and... well, rightness. How the red loved being right. So she quieted her complaints and her growls and her majestic roars. Instead she, too, sat upright with her head held high. She was a queen. She was almighty. And Kaezeth at her side acknowledged that fact. It was enough to give her more than a little bit of a fat head.
As R’len chuckled Nimara couldn’t help but smile, her cheeks turning pink even in the cold. His kind laughter and warm voice always seemed to cheer her up. Still, another slight shiver swam up her spine as his fingers graced her skin. She allowed him to move her hair behind her ear, looking up at him with face turning pinker by the second. It wasn’t awkward so much as pleasant, though. Sort of made her anxious and yet comforted at the same time. After hearing that she hadn’t entirely woke him up, she had been thinking of something else to say when a clatter came from the back room. She jumped, staring into the back and stretching her mind out for Enyo.
The camouflage green squawked again as the fabric began to move around her. She fought tirelessly, scratching at the cloth and whatever lied beyond it with. When her trap finally gave way to free air she bounded out, taking a couple of turns around the room before she landed again on the floor near Chicken. There she paused, staring at him without making a sound or a movement. She acknowledge that he helped her, although she was certain she could have gotten out of it herself, and she acknowledged that he was not a threat. Other than that, she didn’t know what to think of him. After a long pause she army-crawled around him, sizing him up from every angle before she paused again in front of him. Only then did she give a nod and then fly away.
Nimara raised an eyebrow at the green flit as she returned and settled onto her shoulder. Enyo gave a short, affirmative chirp, then raised her head full of pride. The redhead gave a soft chuckle and gave Enyo a scratch. ”Flits,” she agreed. Enyo curled her tail around Nimara’s neck, staring at R’len intently. Just because Waroth seemed to be unaffected by this intruder, it didn’t mean that she would just accept him. So she sized him up, watching him much like she had watched Chicken before. She backed off quickly, though, when she felt the emotions of her human toward the other man. He was not like the man from before that had left her memory already. This man, whom she had met before but not recalled, produced a calming effect in Hers.
”I suppose you have a busy day ahead of you,” Nim conceded, noticing that Rukbat had risen and was dispersing the fog with its rays. She shifted the bedfurs from her shoulders, in the process unbalancing Enyo so that the green flit took off in flight to join her large red counterpart, and roughly folded them before she offered them back. The cold stung all the more now that she had known the comfort of warmth, but she didn’t want to stay in his hair longer than she had already done so. Truthfully, she would have liked to stay longer, but they both had responsibilities to manage. Him particularly, being a wingleader. ”Thanks again.” She handed the furs back, taking the chance in the proximity to stand on tip-toe to give him a quick peck on the cheek. The effect made her cheeks turn redder, but she convinced herself that it didn’t mean anything other than thanks. Waroth would chide her about it later. She smiled then gathered Enyo and Waroth and left.
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After Kaezeth won Callistath’s flight and Nimara and Waroth became the new Candidatemasters there was little time for many visits, but Nimara still managed to stop by and, while R’len was out, left a wildflower and a note of congratulations before she continued again on her now busier schedule. In the note was an invitation to stop by anytime he had a spare moment and wanted to talk.
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