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Post by Admin on Aug 27, 2011 23:51:50 GMT -5
How can't you see something's missing,
Is anyone listening,
We're shooting up flares,
Does anyone care.
Report to the heights in a line formation. Poseith will be in the front, followed by Demeth. All others in size order. Whites at the end. Kerath's voice broke into the minds of the Skystalkers, summoning them to where he already waited. He stood on the heights, claws gripping the edge as he leaned forward into the open air. He looked like he might, at any moment, fall right off the cliff where he posed. Perched on his back, W'al stroked his shoulder, trying to sooth him. The purple hadn't been as relaxed lately, though truthfully, neither had the young weyrlingmaster. The fire had stressed them both out and with his class's looming graduation, they just weren't themselves, though W'al tried to remember to just chill out. It was weird to have to think about it. Normally, he just was relaxed. Either way, today's lesson would go fine. No reason it shouldn't, right?
Fahra rolled out of bed and stretched as soon as the message got through her dragon to her. It was early, earlier than their normal first call. Whatever. Eriputh raised her head, quickly becoming awake and alert. She stretched out her front legs and then slipped out of her couch, ambling over to peek into her rider's small room. The young redhead smiled at the green as she pulled on her leathers. Winter was cold, so pants, shirt, jacket, boots, helmet, glove, the whole deal. She wasn't freezing because she wanted to look cool. Not wearing uniform was for idiots, not people like her who wanted to keep their faces from freezing off. Once her helmet was stuck on her head, she grabbed Eriputh's straps and met her out on their ledge. The green dipped and wiggled, as unhelpful as she was helpful about getting the straps on herself. What are we doing today?
I don't know. More flight patterns probably. Better than lectures at least, though not some of the talks. Fahra grinned and Eriputh snorted. She wasn't as much as fan of learning about sex and reproduction as her rider, though she did, like the redhead, enjoy watching others suffer through embarrassment. Straps secure, Fahra threw herself up and wiggled onto her dragon's back. Eriputh had grow tall, though she was still quite slender, evidently an adolescent. She'd probably fill out a little more in the next couple of months, but at least she was big now. Not Queen-sized, but Fahra hardly minded. A bite-sized trickster! Eriputh took off, circling the bowl in search of her siblings. Or more specifically Poseith, her reluctant best friend. Where do you want us, Poseith? Maybe she'd mess up the order and go with the blues. Fahra snorted and slapped the dragon's shoulder.
Kerath and W'al watched the weyrlings, prepared to jump in if one of them looked like they might be injured, but they tried to keep from interfering. Or more, W'al kept an excited Kerath from interfering. They'd been working on flight and formation for months. They should be capable of doing it on their own. He waited until they all landed on the heights and then gave them a big smile. They took up a lot of space. My, how they'd grown! He had to yell when he spoke. "Today you're learning how to flame!" He indicated the pile of firestone bags piled behind Kerath, where they weren't likely to fall off the heights. "As I'm sure all of you know, this can be as dangerous as between. Just like you've all mastered that, you can master this." The warning was delivered calmly. Kerath turned his head around and W'al started feeding him several piece of firestone he held.
"You want chunks that are a bit bigger than your fist. The whites will only need two, the Kings maybe six or seven. Just feed them slowly the first few times. Your dragon should always chew the pieces facing forward." He emphasized the last two words, making sure that was clear. Kerath put in a few words before W'al gave him one more piece. It'll feel like a pressure in your stomach. When you feel it coming, just open your mouth and point it skyward. It'll be messy at first, but with time, you'll get the hang of it. With that advice, he accepted the last bit of stone and chewed it, maw pointed forward. A moment passed and then he opened his mouth, shooting out a jet of narrow, long flame, lighting up the late dawn sky. W'al gave him a pat. "Okay, come up and grab a bag! Get a couple of tries in and then you have the rest of the morning off! Graduation soon, woo!"
Fahra hopped off Eriputh's back as soon as W'al was done, stripping off her gloves and helmet. Dropping those on the ground nearby, she raced along behind the other dragons and fetched a bag for herself and Eriputh. She weighed a couple of the half-full containers, then choose one of the moderate weight. Hefting it over her shoulder, she went racing off again, jumping a few tails. She got back to Eriputh and set down the sack, smiling a small grin. The green was excited too. Fire! This would be interesting. Fahra narrowed her eyes, picking up a stone but holding it back from the green. Be good; she ordered, firm about this. No fire. Not now. There was no time to mourn, never was, family or not, had to keep going, but they would be responsible. The green settled down, looking innocent, and Fahra relented and started feeding her pieces of firestone.
When did our leaders,
Become bottom feeders,
We're shooting up flares,
Does anyone care. |
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Post by matsi on Aug 28, 2011 13:17:39 GMT -5
S’id felt the soft pressure on his mind, and stirred slightly. The pressure increased ever so slightly, and he wiggled around, trying to ignore his brown.
S’idMine. Let us go. We are being summoned, Apoth spoke softly into the mind of His. S’id rolled over in his furs and tossed a fur over his head, ignoring the dragon once more. There was a grumbling sound from the brown, and then an ear piercing screech as Yang, S’id’s new-ish blue flit dove from his usual sleeping spot on a shelf and onto His. The impact of the small blue onto S’id’s back was enough to jolt the young man and made him finally sit up. The little flit stood on the bed, his eyes whirling with pleased colors.
”Sharding idiot,” S’id muttered as he pet Yang then climbed out of his bed at last. Yang fluttered around his head as he moved, demanding attention, then would get distracted by something, dart off, and come back again. S’id was used to this as he got dressed and tossed Apoth’s gear on to the large beast. Apoth only watched His in silence, not even letting his mind wander an inch.
What are we doing today? Did he say?
No. He didn’t state. Apoth was simple in his words. Slightly concerned about the brown’s odd behavior today, S’id stopped what he was doing and looked up at the brown.
”What’s wrong, Apoth?” He asked softly as he moved towards the Brown’s head. The brown lowered his head to His and rested his nose against S’id’s chest. S’id looked into the brown’s swirling eyes, trying to pick out what was wrong, but he just couldn’t pinpoint it.
Is it wrong… for a king to be frightened? Apoth asked softly, his voice almost ashamed. S’id was actually taken aback by the Brown’s words. He had never heard of Apoth being afraid of anything, let alone asking HIM about something like it. The weyrling blinked slightly, rubbing Apoth’s nose, thinking.
”What is there to be frightened of?” He finally spoke, not understanding what the Subking young dragon was frightened.
Look at the sky… It is so close. What if we…what if I fail you and the others? I am frightened for the others. I am frightened for you, The brown pressed his nose harder into the chest of his rider and hummed a solemn sound. S’id smiled slightly and continued to pet the brown’s soft nose. So, the stress of it all finally reached Apoth’s mind. S’id knew it would eventually, with the fire in the kitchens and the star growing so close. Apoth was just that type… the type that wanted to protect everyone.
”Well, Apoth,” S’id started as he patted Apoth’s forehead and wandered back around to finish putting his gear on.
”You told me once that you can’t be brave without fear,” He shot the Brown another glance, and Apoth’s eyes slowly lightened.
You are right. Fear, this fear, is just a prologue to my…to our… bravery, Apoth raised his head, his mood slightly better, and crooned.
S’id laughed softly as he finished gearing up, and climbed onto the dragon’s back.
They arrived just as they were told, and Apoth was no longer showing his uncertainty. In fact, he stood tall with a small fire of pride and confidence, and S’id sat, stern and strong as always. The two of them listened, trying to pay attention to every word, which was hard for Apoth as he often scanned the group, checking on the rest of their gang. That is, until he heard the word, Flame. His eyes focused in on the purple and his rider, hidden excitement boiling in his chest. Even S’id let a small grin form on his face when the weyrling master gave them permission to walk forward and get a sack of stone. He did as was told, picked up a sack of the stone, the small grin still on his face, turned and wandered back to Apoth. The brown watched the sack with wildly excited eyes. Fire. It was such a destructive element, but if they could tame it, they could use it.
Ready for this? S’id asked silently as he held out a few stones. Apoth rumbled with confirmation, and took stones slowly from His.
It tastes horrible… Apoth said simply, not really complaining as just informing His.
What did you expect?
A different type of horrible. But, it will be worth it, The brown crooned with a slight dragonic laughter, then lifted his head to the sky, at an angle of course. He could feel the pressure, just as the purple had said, but where was the flame? There was a gurgling sound in his stomach, then he could feel it rising in his throat. He opened his maw, and with a hiccup, a small jet of fire, well, more like a small explosion, then another hiccup and more fire. When the pressure was finally gone, Apoth looked down at his, Amusement apparent.
That was quite unimpressive,
S’id snickered and held up more stones for another try. Determined, Apoth took more stones, wanting to try again and again until he could do it right.
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Post by Boo on Aug 29, 2011 15:53:00 GMT -5
Z’is stirred from his bed in the infirmary at the voice pressing on his mind. He lay there a moment staring at the ceiling. He had been awake for a while but still unable to leave the infirmary. In his own opinion the wounds were not that bad but as the healers had insisted he stay he had remained. He was non-confrontational like that. But now that there was a lesson he would most certainly be leaving. Glancing around, Z’is got to his feet, stooping from the injuries sustained in his stomach, lower chest, arm and upper leg. He wore bandages around his stomach and chest and a sling for his arm. His leg was padded with bandages…
Mine… Perhapth I can make apologieth for you.
No. If we do not learn we will be a liability. More injuries would come and I could never risk that… I could never risk you...
Z’is heard the soft rumble in his mind and then started his way out of the infirmary. It was slow going but more because he had barely been on his feet at all in the past few months. The weyrling was determined, however, and eventually reached the Weyrbowl where his blue dragon hurried over to him in his awkward way. He enlisted some assistance from a couple of drudges and managed to get the harness on Hephaeth. Then, thanking the drudges, he climbed onto Hephaeth’s back slowly. They were late and could already see the formation overhead.
After but a short moment they were airborne and Hephaeth flew steadily a short distance from the formation.
Catch up with them Hephaeth…
But what if it hurtth you?
Don’t worry, it won’t.
Hephaeth sped up and caught up with his siblings just as they landed before W’al and Kerath. With help from his blue, Z’is managed to climb down from his back. Z’is was sweating and a little pale from the pain but smiling. Smiling because he had made it to the lesson. He leaned tiredly against Hephaeth’s foreleg, listening to the words breathing heavily but slowly. Flaming…
Z’is stayed perfectly still at the thought of flaming and stared at W’al, still propped up against Hephaeth’s leg. What colour that had returned slowly drained from his face. What happened if they started a fire? They were all new to this… He looked sideways, horrorstruck as two Weyrlings already bounded their way off to grab some firestone. He would have fallen over too as the flames shot from the brown’s mouth. Thankfully, Hephaeth caught him.
I will be with you. I could not in the fire but I am here now. I will alwayth thtay with you.
Rallied even a little, Z’is started his hobbling way over to the rocks imagining he would be a while. After a moment he had reached them and with his good leg, pushed a stone back to Hephaeth, who had walked forwards a few paces to meet him. Hepharth took the stone and a couple of others in his own claws and together they walked back into their line.
Z’is was not the type to bother others for help and it never crossed his mind that help might be the lesser of two bothers. He held onto Hephaeth’s leg again and then stared at the firestone. Taking a deep breath he nodded at Hephaeth who promptly took a stone and popped it into his maw. Z’is was shaking, shivering as he stepped back to lean against Hephaeth's bulk again.
It feelth funny… Odd.
With a sudden rumble flames shot from Hephaeth’s mouth and Z’is almost fell over in shock, watching the flames, eyes wide, frozen in place once more.
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Post by Reky on Aug 31, 2011 19:23:08 GMT -5
Ohhhhh, E'riiiiin. E'rinMiiiiine. E'rinMineLoooooove. E'rinMineLoveMiiiiiine. Time to wake uuuuup, [/i] sang Jarith. A green tongue flicked out from between her teeth, leaving a welcoming trail of dragon saliva on the boy's face. He groaned and rolled over, unimpressed with Jarith and unimpressed with his current state of mind. He could remember snippets of his dream about Xela but he wasn't sure he wanted to. They were disturbing in nature, that was for sure. He didn't want to think about that sort of mushy thing, and he definitely didn't like Xela which made it even worse. Xela was awful to him. His armpits were itchy, too, but whenever he scratched he pulled the hairs there. Basically, E'rin was a pubescent boy who didn't want to get out of bed. Jarith, conversely, wanted him up and at 'em as soon as humanly possible. E'rinMine, guess what![/i] she chirped, and before he even had a chance to open his mouth into his pillow, she added, Kerath calls! Kerath caaaaalls calls calls, calling Kerath, because it's lesson time! She sniffed at the back of his golden head, nipped at his ear. Eventually E'rin gave up and tossed his bedfurs aside and dripped out of bed like he had no bones. Once he was standing, he rubbed his palms into his eyes and moaned. The sparkling white braced her head against him to steady his teetering balance. Lesson, lesson, LESSON, lesson, lessoooon, lesssssson, she went about singing, prancing while E'rin dressed and dragged her flightstraps out from under the bed. He got them put on and grabbed his winter jacket before glancing around the room. His four pillies slept soundly in their series of buckets and he silently promised to take them for a good swim later. Lana chirped, weary, from her cozy bed on the shelf, and as usual, Levi was nowhere to be found. Rats seemingly came out of nowhere, his wet nose sniffing about until he came upon E'rin. Oddly enough, the dog was deterred by the whiterider's scent. Rats sneezed. E'rin checked the state of his underarms with dismay; he smelled akin to death. "Aw, Rats, I promise I'll take a bath," he groaned. This whole growing-up business was an awful drag. He felt gross in more ways than one and he really wished it was over with. He bent down and enticed the mangy canine to come in for hugs and kisses. Even if he had all these creatures living in one little weyr - a dragon, a dog, two flits, four pillies and himself - Rats would always be his oldest friend. Jarith, however, was trying to get her boy's attention by striking alluring poses. The faint morning sun glinted off her hide and she tried to get the beams right in E'rin's face, but he came to her before she found the right angle. Eager to get going, Jarith bounded out of the weyr before the boy was properly settled, but he was used to that. Holding tight, he rode her up to the heights. He wasn't a fan of the heights. He held tightly to Jarith's straps even when he stood beside her, settling in at the very end of the line next to Irith and His. As such, he had quite a distance to go once he had finished listening to W'al and Kerath. Being without Jarith at such altitudes made him antsy. Awkward rushing eventually landed him back at her side with a capsule of firestone. He eyed it warily. "You ready, Jarith?" His voice cracked. Immediately he tried to cough his voice back to a regular octave. "I mean," he cleared his throat. "You ready?"Jarith snickered. Of course of cooooourse, my love Mine! I get to make pretty fires. Pretty pretty ohhh, just like me. Pretty like me.[/i] She opened her sequined maw and waited for him to press a lump of stone onto her wet tongue. Then she snapped it up, chewing with her blunt back teeth until it was fine enough to swallow. Now we wait! Oh, but... OH! It's not very long, is it! Oh, I feel funny, E'rinLove, I-- And she lifted her gaping mouth skyward and belched a ball of flame. She wiggled her hindquarters in glee. Againagain!Jarith produced a few more flame with the same load of stone, each one considerably less impressive than the last. She gobbled up another piece of firestone and tried again. The flames twinkled nicely, bright orange and yellow, but nothing was as consistent as Kerath's trained display. In the end, Jarith assured E'rin that she would be the best there ever was, eventually, before choking up the ashes. She was shy about it; it definitely wasn't becoming. E'rin sighed. They could both be awkward together, he supposed.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by mangonumnum on Sept 8, 2011 12:29:53 GMT -5
Mine…..mine…..he calls….. Areith’s voice was full of sleep and loathing. Why must they wake up this early for every Lesson. Silly fools. Trying to teach those idiots skills. But he supposed the star was getting closer. Even as a young dragon, he could feel the need to fight it. To improve himself. Get up, Mine! Lesson. Now
The sharp snap finally woke Zara up. She groaned, rolling out of her cot and throwing her furs on the ground. She was sure she looked horrid… Gingerly, she touched her face, feeling the slightly swollen bags under her eyes. But before she could lament her appearance this early morning, Areith snapped at her again. “Fine, fine,” she said, primping her hair a bit as she walked to her trunk to get clothing out, “I’m getting ready. Someone’s in a foul mood today…” In reality, Areith was never quite in a great mood. It was just the dragon’s nature.
Zara got dressed quickly enough, but still ended up arriving near the end. She half-listened to W’al as he spoke, leaning against her dragon, dangerously it would seem, against her riding straps. If anyone gave her any looks, she simply smirked and gave quick eyes to Areith, whose eyes were swirling a mixture of blue-green and red as they always were. She dared someone to tell her not to do something. Especially with Areith in a foul mood as he was today. She gave him a calming stroke as she heard the word flames. The dragon was almost trembling with excitement. Flames was probably the last thing the dragon should be getting excited about. Luckily, Zara had a good hold on the dragon’s temper. She never let it go out of control where he’d hurt someone. Maybe a snap or something…
As they readjusted to get firestone bags, Zara kept a gentle pull on Areith’s mind, though. He was eyeing the black next to him. He was too close…. But Zara would not let up until she was safely back on his back. Now chew this Zara ordered, adding Away from others as she saw the dragon stop his head in the direction of his “too-close” neighbor. Reluctantly, the dragon chewed his firestone, stopping at three pieces. He didn’t complain like many of the others secretly did to Theirs, almost half-enjoying the taste of the firestone in his bitter way. Slowly, he felt the rumble rise in his belly and with a belch, a short flame burst forward. It was a small, wide flame. Not very impressive or effective, but a flame all the same.
More of the red in his eyes was replaced by blue-green for a moment. Ah, the feeling was quite wonderful. He liked it. This fire. Excellent Areith-love she cooed, stroking his neck lovingly. Surely, Areith would be the only male she could ever love. Now again…
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