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Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 11, 2011 16:18:18 GMT -5
"Wait."
The command was not reinforced by any emotional or telepathic pressure, so the speckled dragonet discounted it. She would know if Q'sis was sincere. She continued toward the bobbing waters of the lake at what could charitably be called a gallop, muscular hindlegs cooperating with weak forelimbs to send her careening through the midday sunlight. Her wingclaws occasionally descended to balance her on one side or another, or simply to vault her along the stone. When she hit the shallows a shining white spray flashed over her charging figure, and the moment she was deep enough the Tan collapsed her wings to her back and arrowed under the water.
Q'sis came after her at a walk. If he had only jogged, he could have kept up with the eager young subqueen, who for all her enthusiasm could not get her legs to conspire into speed, efficiency or grace. She was not a beast of the land like him. Q'sis squinted partway up into Rukbat's Summer glare, his skin already dark by it and his hair lighter. He scanned the lowest, nearest weyrs carefully. But there were too many to survey each one. Too many to hold his concern. He pulled off his shirt as he arrived where Unath had already stamped her three- and five-toed footprints in the silty grit of the lakeshore. After the brief blindness in the shirt's removal, he could not help but look again to the ensconcing walls of the Bowl.
And give up again, to the tune of an impatient Come on! from the dragon splashing about without any worries at all. A pink tinge had already washed off Unath and dissipated as she made ungainly sideways rolls along the lake's surface. Q'sis stripped to the heavy shorts that made for decent swimwear and, glancing at last to the whirling green eyes of his dragonet, walked sedately through the shallows. His step was not hindered by the increasing viscosity of his walking medium, but he did not speed up. Unath turned her head from side to side as she watched him, practically quivering with the pent-up urge to drag him in herself, but at last he leaned forward and slipped beneath the waves of her entry. He surfaced beside her, throwing an arm over her neck. One of the dragon's forepaws touched his back, too.
Unath rumbled with pleasure, craning over to plant the tip of her nose on the top of Q'sis head. He broke away from her and backstroked a few feet, watching her paddle her legs in easier unison than when she had been trying to use them for running. They were relatively alone in their bathing today, rather than participating in the usual post-meal exodus of all the new Weyrlings from feeding grounds to lake. For whatever reason, Unath had cared so little for her lunch that she had returned it promptly. It had the most terrific smell too, like she had tried to digest it with her second stomach. Q'sis would not put that past his Tan, but mostly he had wanted the heads of the herders that had presented the day's carcasses. He had been reassured that the situation would be investigated. So Unath had to be fed twice, and most of her siblings were asleep or otherwise occupied by the time she and Q'sis got out to the lake.
Thankfully there was no smell remaining, and Unath's hide had brightened back to its dark sandy hue. To his chagrin, Q'sis believed he was starting to memorize the constellations of spots on her. She had made her way to his height very quickly, and she was far stronger than any man of Pern. She did not look it, though. Her hatchling fleshiness remained, awaiting conversion to the rippling flight muscle and thick hide of an adult dragon. Q'sis grinned. He began swimming back toward her with lancing strokes.
Unath squawked in mock terror and flailed her own legs inexpertly in an attempt to flee. One of her feet caught the lakebottom and she kicked off, vaulting herself halfway out of the water and then diving for deeper respite. Once underwater her swimming smoothed out, though she remained unsure how to fit her wings into the equation.
They're stronger than your arms, Q'sis advised as he pursued. Unath looked over her shoulder at him, then tucked her arms up against her chest and beat experimentally at the water with her wings. She effortlessly shot forward another length, but still looked back to her rider for confirmation. He nodded, then grabbed the lagging forks of her tail. The dragon's squeak of dismay permeated the water, and she swam back to the surface, roaring more vigorously once the air was available to her. Q'sis came up alongside again, and the Tan immediately made another break for freedom, this time staying on the surface. Q'sis laughed, and took chase.
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Post by Reky on Jun 12, 2011 12:14:13 GMT -5
Wing drills were not on Samael's list of favourite things. However, them being a daily occurrence, she had no choice but to bumble through them before she could get on with the rest of her life. At least she and Naireth were good wingriders - Naireth's quirky mind landed her with no choice but to follow orders to the tee - but that was part of the problem. Sometimes, Samael didn't see the point of practicing so often if they were already doing so well. She understood that some of the riders who had joined the Queen's wing recently might need more practice, but even if she had been used to the previously smaller size of the wing, Sam adjusted to the new additions quickly. Maybe if there was something fun about wing drills she would enjoy them more, but it just wasn't an option with Fajra as a wingleader.
At least today's drill had been in the morning, which left the rest of the day free. She had grabbed lunch already, and Naireth had eaten her weekly meal. Now, the young woman lounged on the shoreline while her dragon occupied herself somewhere out on the lake. Samael was more than content to spend the entire day doing nothing. Whatever little bit of motivation she had had earlier had been sucked dry by drills. The summer sun was warming the shallow edges of the weyrlake; she let the water lap up at her toes, watching the steady wax and wane of miniature tides. Her hands worked deftly at a twine bracelet. She was about halfway through, and had carved a round wooden bead to put on it once she was finished. She flexed her cramping hands and looked up.
Far off in the lake, she saw a tan dragon swimming, but it was not her Naireth. Rather, it was one of the new twins - the one bonded to the man. Q'sis and Unath - everyone knew their names. Samael's interest was instantly piqued; she had meant to properly meet the pair ever since she had seen them Impress at the hatching. Tans were a curious thing in the first place, dumb but large, and being the first tanrider, she felt some motherly joy every time a new one was born. There were four of them now, but it would have been five, she noted sadly. Oh well - Loto and Mabiath were probably having a great time, wherever they were now.
She rolled her pants and pulled her tunic over her head so she was just wearing a sleeveless shirt, meaning to join them in swimming, but Naireth beat her to it. The tan dragon rose out of the water in front Unath like some great daft sea monster. Largely blank eyes stared at the little speckled creature and her boy. Naireth wasn't exactly sure what to make of it. Head held high, she continued to ponder the small tan and small man, while a black firelizard popped out of between and perched on one of her headknobs. Balto creeled, stretching his little black wings. He loved being so up here! Existing so up! Up on Naireth! Oh, and down there, he saw some pinkish-brownish things. He loved those. They were having fun down there, and he found himself torn between being so down there and so up here. He chirped at them from his Naireth-perch, though, and settled for a long-distance conversation.
Samael was grinning as she waded and then swam through the water, her belongings left in a ragged pile on the beach. As she drew near her dragon, Naireth craned her neck around and snuffled at Samael's shoulder. A green tongue flicked out to lick the arrow wound scar there, visible due to the lack of sleeves. The tan always seemed to remember that day; it stuck in her protective mind as a reason to keeps Hers safe. Sam smirked and shoved Naireth's head away. Hey, Naireth. Hello, SamaelMine.
Then, Sam turned her smile to Q'sis and Unath, arm draped up around Naireth to keep herself afloat. Balto chirped again. "Hey," Samael chuckled. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 12, 2011 22:29:45 GMT -5
Unath's forked tail swung high in surprise as the vortex incited by the surfacing leviathan pulled her forward. Q'sis deftly dodged a downward flick of his dragon's sinuous appendage, laughter disappearing from his face as the neck and head of the confronting seabeast rose ever skyward. He tapped Unath's haunch before ducking under one of her wings, which she had let fan out around her like the extravagant skirt of a dress. Unath ducked her head and looked around for Q'sis, the spirals of blue in her eyes only slowing when he resurfaced in front of her.
Q'sis tread water, watching the grown dragon intently but without visible malice. He remained between Naireth and Unath till a flit winked into view and settled on the former's head. While Unath stretched her neck as high as it could go to sniff at the Black addition to the other Tan, Q'sis let his gaze fall to the water around them. He spotted the incoming woman, her short hair pressed around her head by water-weight. That was all he really comprehended at first: short hair. Then a pleasant coil of full lips. Eyes that narrowed at the corners. He wiped water from his face and fell back to Unath's shoulder, looking again, half-hopeful and half-alarmed.
The stranger's hair was dark throughout, not layered. Her eyes held only a little green. And she was partnered to the almost-queen that had interrupted the chase. Q'sis reconstituted a smile, for her sake. He did not mimic the draping of rider against dragon, but kept himself afloat by his own steady efforts. His attention started to flicker to the black firelizard for his embellishing squeak on the greeting, but he forced it back to the Tanrider before he granted the flit visual acknowledgment.
"Hey," he answered in kind, almost mimicking her humored tone. He turned and maneuvered around to Unath's other side, then prodded her wingjoint so that she folded the limb neatly in. Without the support of her wing, Unath had to start peddling her forearms again to keep her front half from sinking. Q'sis ducked under her, came up, and repeated the process with the other wing so that both lay slicked against the dragonet's back. "You must be Samael. The other one only has a Turn on her."
The other one was not Mith, but Pananarie's Demeth. Q'sis did not know much of the breed, but he did know who rode the Tans of Dalibor. Small as their number was-- artificially reduced, even. He stroked his hand along Unath's side where her ribs were not blanketed by her folded wings. "A Turn since that too," he said, lifting his chin toward the exposed arrow-scar Naireth had doted on. Unath moved away from her rider and paddled out to take a tour of the greater Tan. Even small, she still cast waves over Q'sis in her wake.
Q'sis watched his dragonet for a moment, then closed the distance between himself and Samael to something more conversational. For all his height he could not really look down on her in these circumstances; all the extra body beneath the surface counted little. The scars on his shoulders did not really mirror hers, though they had been mended neater than the ones elsewhere on his arms. But old or new, all his past mistakes had the same two-lined shape. "Your dragon is a fine color," he remarked, making a purposefully poor show of hiding his grin. Spotting the speckled shape coming around past Naireth's tail, he added, "Unath likes her."
He spoke as if Unath was a highly discriminating observer.
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Post by Reky on Jun 13, 2011 20:44:37 GMT -5
Samael tried to remember if any of her brief romantic partners had ever had beards. Q'sis certainly did, but she wasn't sure if she was sold on it. She figured most of her teenage boyfriends had been too young to grow a full expanse of facial hair - they had been stuck in the gawky, three-beard-hairs phase, complete with raging hormones that Samael couldn't deny. She felt strange, though, comparing Q'sis to boys she couldn't even recall the names of. Still, she wasn't sure if she liked the beard. Mostly it was odd to see a bearded man with a subqueen dragon.
The mention of her name got a nod of acknowledgement. "Oh, Demeth? Yeah. She's still a baby, too. Faranth." Suddenly, she felt old with her graduated, two-and-a-half Turn old dragon. She almost felt like some sort of babysitter, watching over the younger tans as they grew up. Sure, there were many other weyrlings as well, but she couldn't help but focus on her Naireth's kin. Even watched Unath now made her glow a little. Q'sis helped the daft little thing tuck in her wings, and Samael recalled all the times she had to tell Naireth to do similar. Lift your wing, Naireth dear, I need to oil under there, too. Put all your legs down or you'll tip over. Luckily, the great beast followed instructions in a heartbeat, but she never had the smarts to do simply things that would be common sense to anyone else.
Then, the man before her brought up the scar on her shoulder, and instinctively her hand moved to rub it. "Yeah. Guess it has been..." It didn't exactly feel like the assassinations had been a Turn ago. She remembered it too clearly for it to have been that long. "Oh well." Naireth, rather than trying to pay attention to her rider's conversation, kept her eyes on Unath as the smaller tan paddled around her. She had nothing better to do. Watching the weyrling was as good a pastime as any. However, Naireth didn't seem particularly amused; as usual, she simply looked blank. Watching for the sake of watching. Balto, meanwhile, decided that all of the action was happening down at the height of the two-leggeds, and fluttered down to perch on Naireth's shoulder instead. There! Now he existent all down-here-like with the Samael and the blackish-faced one! He seemed content.
Now that Balto had taken up her usual spot on Naireth, Samael didn't have the awkward urge to sit up there instead. It would have been strange to be looking down upon Q'sis; that was never good for conversations. He had moved closer to her anyways, and moving backward would be rude. She could see him more clearly now - muscular and scarred. Attractive. When he grinned at her, she couldn't help but grin back.
"Aw, thanks," she said, rubbing Naireth's "fine-colored" hide. "I'm sure Naireth likes Unath, too." The dragon's dumbstruck expression, however, betrayed her indifferent confusion. To her, Unath was small, similarly colored to herself, and speckled. That was the extent of her thoughts on Unath, and they weren't even opinions. They were just simple observations. Samael shrugged. "Or maybe not. I'm sure if she thought a little harder, though, she would. Unath's adorable."
She gave Naireth's side an affectionate pat as she looked at Q'sis. "How are you holding up with all the publicity?" Probably half of Pern knew about the brand new 'male sub-queen rider,' and a good portion of that called 'Fort Weyr' was definitely frowning on it. She had gotten her fair share of fame, Naireth being the first tan ever to exist. The world had already been warmed up to mutation colors, though, so her case wasn't at all as controversial. At least Fort really only breathed down the Weyrwoman's neck, rather than the abnormalities themselves. It was better that way, because at least Fajra could deal with it. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 14, 2011 12:49:33 GMT -5
"Adorable?" Q'sis echoed, warning her with a lift of his brows. That was no term for a man's dragon. But the absolute truth of it meant Samael would be let off easy. He collected a smile back to his lips as his adorable Tan paused by Naireth's rear leg. Unath had spotted Balto at the firelizard's new position and went still watching him. After a moment she turned and grabbed for Naireth's knee and thigh. Q'sis' focus wavered off Samael. Unath froze mid-grab, then carefully lifted her talons so that only the pads of her feet were used to climb the larger dragon. Rather than jabbing a wingclaw into Naireth for purchase, she pushed the entire membranous flap of her wing over the other Tan's hip and clambered up.
After she had secured a spot on Naireth's haunches, Unath looked around blankly for a few seconds. Then, spying Balto a second time, she lowered her head and shoulders and began creeping along Naireth's side toward him. Q'sis allowed his attention to return to Samael. "I am used to people looking at me, or to me," he began. "Being under distrustful scrutiny was my trade."
Unath started slipping off Naireth's ribs, declined to use her talons to break the slide, and could not figure out a recovery strategy by the time her own weight lobbed her sideways and she plopped back into the water with a high groan of surprise. "And it seems I am at Dalibor, where many such things are tolerated," Q'sis continued without pause, his tone making for a good mimic of a Fort rider's.
He suddenly showed an interest in the traces of Rukbat sparking off the lake's surface.
Another bewildered squeal and a splash heralded the results of Unath's second attempt to reach the firelizard. She could have just propped herself on Naireth's foreleg, as the other dragon's shoulder was quite low to the water, but she would have had to think of such a plot first. As it was, she motored the rest of the way back to Q'sis in a state of chipper defeat. Her only listless moment came when she caught Samael's presence in the corner of her eye and whipped her head around to give the woman a very Naireth-like look of bemusement.
Clucking her tongue within her long jaws, she paddled on to Q'sis. This time she seemed to be aping her sister Mith, ducking down behind him as she did. Only when her head rose back into view she was holding a mouthful of water, and promptly deposited it on Q'sis head just as he opened his mouth to speak again.
He looked up at her. Unath stared back. She revolved herself around and ducked underwater, swimming away from all of them. Q'sis ran his hand back through his hair, then motioned after the Tan in silent explanation. He backstroked a few feet, head turned after the dragonet, trying to spot where she would surface. Q'sis licked his lips thoughtfully, then glanced back at Samael and waved her after him. He turned his back to her and swam properly after his beast, catching up to her in the south.
Unath nuzzled him as if she had suffered the temporary loss of company and not the other way around. "I will admit I did not expect to be at this point in my life twice," Q'sis said as soon as Samael was back in range. He laid his shoulders against his dragonet's side, finally permitting her to support him despite their observers. "Unath's opinion means a lot more to me than anyone else's. It's a good thing I wooed such a choosy woman, or I might not have known what to do with myself." He offered Samael one of those joking sidelong grins that reserved most of its affection for his dragon.
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Post by Reky on Jun 20, 2011 19:20:32 GMT -5
His questioning echo was something she hadn't expected. She hadn't meant to offend with a compliment, but apparently, somehow she had. It came without repercussions, but she could still tell that Q'sis was less than enamored with the term. She honestly couldn't think of a better way to put it. Unath was a bumbling baby tan, cute as they came. It wasn't like she was a fierce warrior or a handsome male. She wasn't even like Naireth had been - a dragonet so fiercely focused on the few concepts she understood that she was like a well-trained guard, the sort that stood still and emotionless for hours. Naireth had never been willingly fun or cute. Still, Samael adored her to bits, and loved to tease her to the point of confusion.
But it was alright. Q'sis could describe his dragon as he liked and she could use the word 'adorable' as freely as she wanted. Naireth, head still held high above all the other half-submerged humans, was less content with the situation. She wasn't sure what to make of the weyrling clambering up her back end. It made no sense. Why would a dragon climb another dragon? She could understand Balto climbing her; she could never remember what sort of animal Samael said he was, but he was small enough that she barely felt him, so it was okay if he sat on her. It had even slipped her mind that he was on her shoulder right now. She was watching Unath, anyways.
Balto, on the other hand, seemed quite excited to see the spotted tanling creeping towards him. His eyes whirled bright greens of anticipation, and he chirped encouragment to Unath. She was brown! He liked brown things. Brown was good, especially pinkish-brown, or blackish-brown... or plain black, like him! The spotty brownish thing definitely wasn't black, but it was still brown, so he loved it. And it was coming to see him! He chirruped again. He couldn't wait! Then, she plopped into the water, and Balto was both intrigued and bewildered by the sound of the water. Wait, was it better to be down there, then? He did like it up here...
Samael couldn't hide her smile as she noted the draconic antics. Most of her attention remained on Q'sis, though, and she was glad to hear that he had nothing against the traces of negative energy directed at his strange Impression. From what she was learning about him in these few moments, though, it made sense. It didn't seem like much could get to him. He almost seemed distant... He was his own person, that was for sure. The comment about Dalibor had her nodding once in agreement. "True, true." Dalibor had a good atmosphere about it, especially for all the crazy things that happened.
Balto chirped as Unath fell again. Could brown things not climb? Not fly? He just flew up here, and it made perfect sense to him. Everyone seemed to be swimming, though, and he began to feel a little left out. Multiple pairs of eyes were watching Unath as she wiggled her way back to her man, Balto out of disappointment, Naireth out of blankness. The little weyrling took a moment to snap her head around to stare at Sam, and the woman grinned. There was far too much of Naireth in those wide eyes. "Hello," she said, chuckling, and watched as the tan went on her way again.
It is strange, SamaelMine, Naireth said, finally.
Her name is Unath, Samael provided. She's a tan, like you.
Remember that you are Naireth's, SamaelMine. There was a clear, protective edge to the dragon's voice. The fact that Unath had a rider already passed over her head, but even if she hadn't, she did not like the idea of Samael's affection passing to a poor excuse for her miniature self.
Of course I am, Samael replied affectionately, patting the tan's foreleg. She caught a sharp laugh halfway out her mouth as Q'sis was suddenly drenched in a combination of water and dragon's spit, and soon swam after the pair. Naireth stayed put, but Balto creeled and took wing, for he wanted to be included in the fun as well. When his owner slowed and supported herself with slow, sweeping movements of her arms and legs, he fluttered down and cemented himself to her neck and cheek.
Samael peeled him off. "Tell me about it. I'd probably still just be sitting around if I hadn't Impressed Naireth." Far behind her, the tan spread her wings slightly and lowered her lithe neck, floating aimlessly on the waves. Swimming was not so much a recreational activity as it was to pass the time where she had nothing else to do. "I didn't have any sort of back-up plan if candidacy didn't work out." She hadn't been sure what he had meant by being at 'this point twice,' but it was too tantalizing a lure to ignore. "So you've Impressed before?" she guessed, setting Balto down on the water like a toy boat. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 21, 2011 21:57:47 GMT -5
"And much maligned for it then too," Q'sis replied, touching his cheek to Unath's neck as he looked at Samael. He narrowed his eyes at the firelizard, but Unath's slow treading of the water buffeted Balto back every time he floated too close. "Just a Green watchwher. Dead now." So the other Tanrider need not wonder! "In her day, though, she was good material for anyone that liked assumptions." Q'sis could not be certain if it was Unath's company that permitted his forthrightness, or simply the passage of time. "Glad to have her, but it wasn't very natural. She wasn't meant for me and I took her anyway."
He referenced his dragon for any signs of discomfort. Unath's eyes spun blue, and she seemed to be watching the sky. A more poetic side of him even suggested her eyes were no different from the waters of the lake, reflecting what they saw. Fluid and enchanting. He knew too much about her to place mystery there too, but then she twisted her head down and he realized he could see himself, clear but broken, in the endless facets of her. "I don't mean unnatural. She was mine. But she didn't belong on the caravan. She ate too much, cost too much. She'd wake up in the middle of the day and there'd be a hole in the roof of her wagon letting sunlight in."
Unath bobbed her head, and he realized what she had descended for. He used both big hands to scratch her immature eyeridge from the top to the regal frame of the socket. Moving hand-over-hand, he got to her other side and massaged the hide and bone. "You itchy?" he asked her, voice almost too low to hear, but still not boasting the impenetrable privacy of mind-to-mind speech.
I don't think so. The Tan dragonet raised her head again and swam away from both of them, disappearing back under the surface with her nose pointed to the lake's center. Q'sis did not follow this time. You always know before me.
"Doesn't mean you get to stop feeling," Q'sis chided in the general direction of his mate's departure, though now that she had dived speaking aloud had even less import. He turned himself back to Samael with a push of his arm through the water. The two of them floated dragonless, though Q'sis kept a good distance from Samael's firelizard. "Where was I?" he prompted with a smirk. He had never been a forgetful man.
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Post by Reky on Jun 26, 2011 15:14:11 GMT -5
At first, she had almost been telling herself it was just a firelizard he had Impressed. Anything else was obviously nonexistent at this time, which meant it had died. Samael wasn't sure she wanted to hear a story like that. Prying for someone's secrets was never really on her list of things to do, but the tale came regardless. She listened intently, eyes wide with sympathy. Then, however, her expression softened. She admired him. Not only did he have the bravery to admit it outright, but he had come to terms with his wher's death to the point where he need not dwell on it. It made her feel a little better about suddenly knowing this personal part of Q'sis' life.
She wasn't meant for him, though, was what he said. This earned a faint quirk of the woman's brow out of confusion. She wondered why - had he stolen the egg? Impressed from the stands? The explanation came soon enough, and Samael nodded solemnly. That made sense. She offered a quiet "Mmm," of understanding, but beyond that, said nothing. What did one say to that? Well, there were a great many comments she could have uttered, but she was worried she would offend him. It was a touchy subject.
As Q'sis lapsed into a conversation with his dragonet, Samael politely waited. These one-sided conversations were just a part of weyrlife; they were no longer awkward or unexpected. She smiled down at Balto, who seemed to enjoy floating along on the surface of the water. He was silent with content, unaware of the ill connection his presence had in Q'sis' mind, but when Unath ducked under the water, he chirped and wriggled away. The brown thing had left, so he figured that it would be best to go back to the bigger brownish thing. Lazy waves made his journey to Naireth slow, picking him up and dumping him back down again, but he didn't seem to mind.
He joined Naireth eventually, perching on the great lazing tan. Catching sight of his black form in her peripheral vision, she was largely nonplussed.
Dragonless and firelizardless, Samael mirrored Q'sis' smirk, though hers was more tentative. "Ah, well, I think your story was done," she said. "But hey. At least you have Unath now." She looked down at her arms, sweeping back and forth just below the water's surface. Back, forth, back, forth, keeping herself afloat. She chuckled a little at her own expense. "If only I had something personal to dish out, so I could hold up my end of the conversation. There's not much to tell." [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 27, 2011 20:57:37 GMT -5
A reflexive half-smile adorned Q'sis at her answer, joined by a wrinkling brow. He blinked and cleared the expression, then visited her with a more solid look of appreciation.
"Yeah," he started in a chuckle, as if about to make a joke. "Consolation." His eyebrows rose as Samael checked her own repetitive treading motions, and then he looked away to the distant floating mountain of Naireth. In retrospect he had not given her any easy ways out, and he returned his focus to her with an amused grin. "No shame in a woman living her life dutifully and uneventfully." By some trick his arms had conveyed him back to proximity with her, hovering where Balto had been. Not close enough for their arms to disrupt each other, but the waters bobbed a little more around their bodies with all the friction.
Q'sis lifted his chin pointedly toward Naireth. "You can tell me about the Western Continent, dragonrider. When I got here, I saw a beach, and the verges of some cots up the cliffs. But before my drays even got their land legs back, I was brought here. I will be on this island for a while. I want to know what this part of the world looks like. I like hearing people describe the places they have seen. The details might not be right, but the feeling always is. And dragons have that tendency to take you any place quickly, but even that won't be as easy once Unath is ready for it."
Unath had popped up at the exact center of the lake, and flapped hard against the surface of the water before folding her wings gracefully to her back. She paddled circles there, more active than Naireth but just as aimless. Q'sis' attention remained on Samael. "You can tell me about the blissful place you came from too. I've probably been there, but you would see it differently. I always remember the weather, the trailside flowers, the uh, conditions of the roads. But when I talk to the natives, they usually recall the green plants, the animals, the sounds...gives me a better memory."
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Post by Reky on Jun 27, 2011 21:52:37 GMT -5
"Uneventful, yes," she chuckled. "Dutiful... well, I tried, at least." Her tone implied her previous lack of direction. Sure, she had wanted to be useful, she had just never been sure how. Candidacy had fallen into her lap without any warning and she had leapt at it like a starved wher to food. What else would she have done? Made amateur floss bracelets for a living? Sat for a living? Oh well. At least Q'sis wasn't looking down on her for her pointless teenhood. In fact, he seemed to be praising it, which confused her.
His following suggestions confused her even more. "Tell me about the Western Continent" or "tell me about your childhood" would have been natural enough, if a little bold, but the specificity that Q'sis provided with his ideas were something she wasn't expecting. What, did he think she needed such specific guidelines for what to talk about? She wasn't Naireth or Unath - she could think for herself. Briefly, she was offended by it and found herself finding his beard significantly less attractive, but then memories started spawning from his prompts. She quirked an awkward smile inwardly, shrugged off any feelings of indignation, and decided to roll with it.
"Hmmm." Her eyes drifted upward to the crisp blue sky as she thought. Dredging up memories of Crescent Hold was harder than she thought; she hadn't been there very long. "Crescent Hold is... well, I don't know. It was alright, while it lasted. I got Searched pretty soon after moving there. Mostly I remember it smelling... new. You know how old holds are - they smell like earth and mold from having been there so long. Crescent didn't. It smelled like the sea and mountains, and my room smelled like old people. I shared it with my grandparents." She laughed. "They're nice, though. I've always liked grandma and gramps.
"Anyways, mostly I just see Crescent from dragonback now. Routine sweeps over the holds in wings and all. It looks nice, I guess, but it's sort of like I'm not really there. It just looks like a painting from so high up." Another long moment was taken for her to think. A strand of her dragonrider-short hair had dried enough to come free of the slicked-back mass of the rest and tilted into her face. She ducked under the water briefly to smooth it all back.
"I knew Southern Boll better, obviously," she continued. "Born there, raised there, um... Hmm. I liked the forest there. See, just down the foothills, there was this wood... Most of the trees were spindly. Awful for climbing. Sometimes, though, you'd find one that was great for it... Big and strong. The boys and I almost built a fort up in one once, but we realized we didn't really know how to build anything. A lot of us were weavers' kids, after all. We knew how fold bolts and mend our own stupid pants." She couldn't help but laugh. She had gone through so many pairs of trousers as a kid, ripping them on bushes or simply wearing out the knees.
"Shells, I should visit... I've just been so busy, getting ready for the Pass." Samael frowned slightly. "I haven't seen my little sis in ages." Suddenly, she felt like a bad sister. She had always been around before she moved to Crescent, and now she was a rider and visiting home kept slipping her mind. Being busy would always be foreign to her - even after two whole Turns of having Naireth at her side.
Sensing the negative feelings Hers put off, though not being able to decipher what specific feelings they were, Naireth offered a soothing rumble from across the lake. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 28, 2011 17:17:02 GMT -5
Trying was acceptable. Q'sis had plenty of time to watch her face roll through different postures as he spoke, and even more after he had gone quiet and given her room to think. But as long as she arrived at the responses he wanted her to, the interim expressions were irrelevant.
"Traders are rarely allowed inside hold walls," he amended to the notion of knowing what old holds were like. "But I would wager mustiness is a sign of a lapsing Headwoman rather than age." The Weyrling smirked. "If you only smell freshness and Crescent is wedged so close to the sea, I'm sure they have a particularly good staff. But there are certain odors that apparently cannot be scrubbed away." This really was not what he had meant when he asked for the scents of her past.
Q'sis listened attentively to the downside of a dragon's eye view, but could not comment yet. The problem of perspective had never even occurred to him before. Whatever other points he was starting to take into consideration fell by the wayside when Samael submerged and then surfaced herself, and he watched the conspicuous freckling of water drops slide down her lips and hair and shoulders. The liquid outline exaggerated the contours of-- he refocused himself on what the other Tanrider was saying.
And chuckled. "Well there's the one Northern hold I have not been to." So much for his mastery of the continent. "You only had brothers--?" But had he waited out Sam's final upset, he would have seen the question answered before his assumption blundered into the conversation. Q'sis' black brow quirked. "Can't imagine what you were spending your youth with boys for if you had a perfectly good sister," he said, his tone only partially humored. He squinted at other discrepancies in the tale. "She stayed at Boll while you went on to Crescent?"
I am tired, Unath announced, and immediately stopped all her legs from paddling, then keeled like an overloaded boat and sank beneath the surface.
You can swim this entire lake three times without being tired.
Oh. Unath blew bubbles, one at a time, from alternating sides of her jaw and watched them glimmer skyward. I stopped swimming, so I must be tired.
"I need to check on Unath," Q'sis informed Samael, his face the picture of calm. "She's fine," he elaborated. "But I'm going to the middle of the lake now. I don't think you can keep up with me." He tipped his chin to her sympathetically, then turned over to swim after the good ship Unath.
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Post by Reky on Jun 30, 2011 13:44:06 GMT -5
Samael bristled. First he had seen fit to question her intelligence, if indirectly and possibly unintentionally, and now he was insulting Southern Boll's headwoman. He was a trader, though, so she forgave him for being so ignorant about holds. She had known Boll's headwoman - she was a great woman, as wide and imposing as a dragon but the best at her job. Everyone always knew what to do and how to do it because the headwoman paid attention to every single staff member. The musty smell as Boll was, indeed, a result of its age. Q'sis could turn into stone and sit around for ten intervals and ten passes and see how he smelled.
She let his comment pass, though, being the bigger man about the issue. She wasn't insulting anyone. She wasn't even insulting Q'sis. Even if her inner boyish tendencies wanted to challenge him, she kept calm. She was the full-fledged rider here - he was just some weyrling with a beard. It was a mighty fine beard, she would admit, but the man it was attached to was slowly getting on her nerves. His chauvinism reared is unattractive head again as he expressed his surprise at her having had male companions.
"Because they were my friends," she said simply. "When I was young, that is. Later on, I saw them as potential husbands." Q'sis would probably approve of that, not that it was entirely true. She saw them as means of a good time - marriage had not yet crossed her mind when she was a teenager. Now, as a dragonrider, it seemed absurd. "Yeah, I think she wanted to go into the weavercraft. The weaver hall was at Boll, so it was convenient for her to stay. She didn't feel up to leaving mom and dad, either." As she spoke, Q'sis had lapsed into another private conversation with his dragon. There was a certain way people looked when their focus was inside their head, rather than in front of them.
When he spoke again, Samael blinked. Oh, so now he was underestimating her? Putting her to low standards? As he swam away, she wrinkled her nose. What a pig, she tossed at Naireth, who raised her head to peer at the woman. She sensed Samael's distress. I will protect you, SamaelMine, she said.
No, no, it's alright, Samael said, and he dragon calmed down again. She didn't need her daft tan bumbling into this. She could show Q'sis all by herself. In fact, she took his words as a challenge, more than anything. If he thought a person who had been a rider for two Turns didn't know how to swim, he was wrong. She had been doing the whole "oh, I have to check my dumb dragon, she swam out to the middle" routine way longer than he had. What had he done before then? Walked around and rode some ponies? She snorted. She could very well swim to the middle of the lake - that was simple.
She swam after him with ease, and once they had reached Unath, she popped over onto her back and floated placidly. "I can swim, you know," she said, offering him a smile. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 1, 2011 0:22:43 GMT -5
For such a large man, the Tanrider left only a small wake when he swam. His movements conserved his power under the water where it could be built into speed. The liquid left on his arms during their brief breaks from the surface gave his skin the appearance of oiled dragonhide, though the scarring remained a discolored departure from draconic health. He had honed his capacity for this particular lake one Summer ago, and his penchant for exercise had kept him well-trained to the distance required. He was nothing if not an athlete, the kind made rather than born, though the overtall frame on which all his muscle could be strung was no vice.
How easily Samael kept up with him did not enter Q'sis' mind. He failed to notice her till she spoke, and even then did not even look up when her lingering momentum carried her past like an oddly curvy sailboat. She lingered in his peripheral view, but he was focusing on the assets of the lake that lay below its glimmering blue surface. Unath lifted her muzzle toward the human silhouettes settled above, and despite the distance and murk between them Q'sis immediately spotted the green of her gaze.
"Did you say something?" he murmured at last, and a second later lifted his head to regard the living flotsam. The trader smiled. "You followed me all the way out here." He mulled over that with a theatric rub at the hinge of his jaw, then rushed his wet hair back from his face with one hand. "I'll be right back." Q'sis took a breath and dove, swimming for the sunken pinpoints of dragon eyes.
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Post by Reky on Jul 3, 2011 20:06:11 GMT -5
He hadn't been listening to her. That almost bothered her. She had wanted a better reaction to her smug comment. She had wanted him to either explain why he had doubted her abilities, or that it wasn't what he had meant by it, or something, but instead her simply stated a simple observation. The smile that came with it, though, was unexpected and calmed her down some. Q'sis confused her. For all of his awful comments, he was a nice guy. It fit oddly in her head.
"I did," she said, smiling back, and then nodded as he announced his brief departure. Samael remained on the surface of the water, waiting for the man to come back up, with or without his little tan. Q'sis was still mildly irritating - but she realized that she would think the same of anyone with viewpoints that conflicted with hers. Even if it was a woman who preached feminism and denounced males, she would have a hard time accepting their comments as they came. Q'sis was a trader, anyways. Maybe trader caravans were just strange places to be, far too traditional to be able to coincide with the progressive attitude of weyrs. If she had been raised as a trader, she would be one of Q'sis' fabled, demure, wimpy little women, too.
Still, even if she had reached an understanding, she wanted to push his buttons. Maybe even prove him wrong in his patriarchal assumptions. At least he was still a nice guy - he just had a few unfair, insulting views. It wasn't anything she couldn't deal with. She was a big girl.
Sam floated lazily, conserving her energy. He was both attractive - with that beard and those smiles - and irritating, which was a strange and intriguing mix. It was almost like a game to see if he could act largely normal, or if he would pull out another comment that rubbed her the wrong way. He didn't mean to insult her, she figured, which meant that she had no reasons to punch his lights out. He meant well, he just meant it in a poor way. Samael smirked and waited for her company to return. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 4, 2011 18:14:17 GMT -5
The dragonet had settled all the way at the bottom of the lake. Her coloration camouflaged all but the green spots of her eyes. Luckily the lake was not deep, not even at the very middle. Q'sis liked to think of it as more a glorified puddle than a genuine body of water. And when Unath saw him descending, her forepaws left the mud, sleeves of debris billowing after her reach toward him. The talon trios on her hind feet spread against the gummy lakefloor, and she lifted her entire weight skyward effortlessly, stretching out her wings. As if frozen mid-launch, she waited for the touch of Q'sis' hand on her muzzle, then grabbed his arm with one of her paws.
Careful, he urged, and she released him, tilting her head as he hovered in the water before her. He reached down and wrapped both his hands around her paw, his fingertips just barely meeting each other. Unath's claws twitched in his grip, but did not scratch him. Smiling, the Tanrider kicked towards the surface, the dragon's arm straightening after him, then the rest of her body, till at last her toes rose off the bottom by an inch. Unath squawked bubbles in surprise and flapped her wings instinctively, exacerbating the ascent.
Q'sis released her and swam upwards. Unath burbled further in alarm, pedaled after him with her feet, then swung her wings back and forth, cupping the water under them and pushing it down to give her lift. Q'sis did not move too fast. He did not want his dragonet to strain her flight muscles trying to keep up, but whenever Unath acquired a few seconds of rhythm in her wingbeats she drifted up almost fast enough to overtake him. When he broached the surface again he drew his first breath just to laugh in triumph at the bewildered Tan's strength.
Unath's head surfaced between him and Samael, and she regarded the woman quizzically again before the sound of Q'sis' panting pulled her attention around to him. She swam over with a few flicks of her tail and nudged him with her snout, but he patted her right between the nostrils and swallowed back his harder gasps. The dive had not been dangerous, but Unath was not quite certain how to interpret his recovery period. Even after he quieted himself, she could detect his rapid heartbeat through the water.
"You can go back to the shallows if you're tired," he told her, and Unath radiated confusion in response. She wasn't tired-- why did he think so? But after dabbing her muzzle thoughtfully against his head a few more times, she decided it was fine to go in to shore anyway. Q'sis cut through his dragon's wake back to Samael. "She forgets things so fast," he murmured, voice a little softer as he was still catching his breath.
He looked over Samael's preferred method of staying afloat, and decided it was worth copying. Q'sis was a little less experienced at water inactivity, and had to spread his arms out to buoy himself a couple times, but ultimately two Tanriders hung in the surface stillness instead of one. With Unath gone there was no particular current in the lake, so it was easy to drift in just one spot. There was no hiding from Rukbat either, and after a return from the depths its suffusing Summer warmth was more than welcome. "You didn't get any further than Apprenticing with the Weavers?" he asked, after a significant but relaxing delay. "Or maybe just the seaming tricks?"
Q'sis smiled, but did not look specifically to Samael to show off the expression. "I think my father's wife might have been from around there," he observed, though he did not call the woman by her more appropriate title. "Never asked though, and never went further south than Fort. Lot of competition from ships at Boll. But I have known many fine Weavers elsewhere. Never one I didn't like."
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Post by Reky on Jul 5, 2011 10:45:10 GMT -5
"I know how that is," Samael said. Naireth had a mind only for rigid things - rules, traditions and vows. Everything else got lost somewhere in her head. As much as Samael would have liked to speak softly to her dragon and value her opinion, she knew that she needed a strong hand with Naireth. Otherwise, the dragon would not respond. 'Do you want to go to the lake now?' was a question rarely asked. It was always, 'We are going to the lake,' firm and decisive, and Naireth never argued. Out of the corner of her eye, Sam could see the giant tan dragon floating aimlessly.
With both dragons off on their own, the two riders were left to balance themselves on the water. Samael would sink a few fingerwidths each time she exhaled, only to rise back up when her lungs were filled again. The world sounded strange with ears half submerged, and Q'sis' voice sounded dream-like and strange through the water. Still, she heard him, and was reminded of her teen self's noncommittal ways.
"Weaving and I never really hit it off," she said. "I knew a bit, sure, but I just took general housework lessons... Jack of all trades, master of none sort of deal. I spent a lot of time with children, though. If I hadn't been Searched, I probably would have settled on being a crecheworker." Her smile, like Q'sis', was directed skyward by default. She had liked having the weaverhall around. He was right - Weavers tended to be kind. There were the few odd ones out who hated everything except the loom, but mostly, they had been nice people. It was a craft of patience and care. "All this weaving talk is making me homesick," she chuckled. She really would have to check with Fajra and see if she could take some time off wing drills to visit family. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 5, 2011 21:24:37 GMT -5
Q'sis had not really taken water distortion into account for the conversation till Samael started talking back. When he tried to lift his head to hear her better, his entire torso went off-balance and started to sink. Dropping his head back too quickly to counter the problem did not work either, as his entire face started to go underwater. Ultimately the Tanrider was forced to remain as still as possible, sighing through his nose as he dealt with the slight come-and-go quality to the woman's voice.
It helped that Samael had such captivating things to say. Made for his ear, even. A low chuckle answered her confession; it was a peculiarity of holdfolk that they could explore paths other than whatever their family ordered in the first place. In his caravan, men were always traders, and women were always domestic minders. End of discussion. There was no bleeding of human resources to Crafts or anywhere else. Children were expected to answer the debts of their rearing as adults and thus had to be conserved within the group. Only two things could break that bond: dishonor, or a dragonrider's summons.
But Samael's life, which Q'sis had the capacity to comprehend better after his significant stay at Dalibor, was one of choice. So it was her choice to be with children. That point literally turned his head, gaze granted wholeheartedly to her before the movement started to sink him again and he obediently faced the sky once more.
"You value the right things," the trader soothed. "And you know where home is." The second phrase was not to be taken literally, but fell with a curious note at its tail. Q'sis' thoughts had run faster than his speech. Home was family, always. But he could not discount the Weyr, Unath's birthplace, in his assessment of family. He couldn't be sure if it had to be included, either, no matter how many times he swore as a Candidate that the only way to survive the stagnant life was to embrace it. Unath had kept him too occupied in recent months for this vein of thought, and after a moment he found himself happy to abandon it again.
A large dragon bathed them in its shadow for a wingbeat as it crossed the Rim. "Large dragon" could have been redundant, but Q'sis had been trying to visualize the beasts relative to each other, at any height in the sky. This one was too big for a fighter, but it appeared only in a sun-soaked silhouette, for which the color was always an obfuscating black.
Samael had acknowledged him on his dragon's difficulties. So then, it was not something unique to Unath, or even Unath and Mith collectively. Q'sis had picked up on some of the public knowledge about Tans, but it sounded suspiciously informative for so young a breed. Samael seemed safe to ask. "Do you feel like you have to tell her what to do all the time?" he began, unaware of the echo to her own thoughts, and after a pause clarified: "Naireth. Is she..." But there wasn't a respectful term, nor by Q'sis' experience an adequately descriptive one. All dragons were individuals while still being color-biased. He had grasped that much from lessons, and from Qosk though she had not been a dragon. Yet he had no other beast standing in his mind as Unath did. No means of comparison. Samael, Valha, perhaps that Pananarie if he could find more time with her; they were as good as it got.
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Post by Reky on Jul 5, 2011 23:00:57 GMT -5
The right things? Samael mulled that over. She didn't know what was 'right' about housework or babysitting. It was just... regular. It wasn't particularly noble. It didn't rake in the marks. She hadn't even been particularly good at the former, and the latter was the only one she had any passion for. She supposed, though, that Q'sis' comment had been looser than that. She valued what she liked and didn't run after certain crafts just because they paid better. It was probably just that she had hobbies befitting of her gender. Oh, if only he knew about the broken noses she'd caused when she was young...
It was only when he mentioned 'home' that she realized she had wholly meant Southern Boll and not Dalibor. As much as she loved Naireth and as much as she was loyal to the Weyr, on most occasions her residence here felt more like an extended vacation or boarding school, rather than a home. Naireth kept her busy. Wing drills kept her busy. There were few besides Belphegor that Samael was truly attached to. Southern Boll held all her family, all her childhood friends, and therefore held her definition of 'home.' She didn't exactly feel bad for not feeling as loving of Dalibor, but it was a curious fact that held her interest. In reply to Q'sis, she offered a soft and content 'hmm.'
Her eyes remained on the few wispy clouds in the blue sky. She caught a peripheral glimpse of Naireth again and reached out with her mind. The dragon reached back, extending her blank thoughts. You can sun on the beach if you'd like, Samael said, noticing how indifferent the tan was towards swimming. Naireth showed no sign of decisive movement and sent a simply reply back to her rider. When you wish to leave the lake, I will follow. At first, Samael almost felt bad about that. Her dragon was waiting on her and her conversation. Then, she felt the genuine indifference in Naireth's mind. The tan couldn't care less how long Sam took.
Q'sis spoke again after a while and though he did not use Naireth's name at first, Samael knew that he was talking about her before he clarified. "Stupid?" she said, forcing out the term that she was so reluctant to use. "I know what it's like. You don't want to call them that, even if it's true... It's such a bad word. Maybe they don't think for themselves all that well - oh, and yes, I do. I tell her all the time. Naireth responds to commands, not questions. But she's always ready to follow anything... rules, orders, tradition. She would never speak out against a Queen. Never disobey our wingleader. Never disobey me, even." She trailed off, uncertain of how to speak of her dragon. It always made her sound like some obedient canine.
"She loves me, though." Samael took a deep breath, lifting herself up higher on the water's surface. "When I Impressed, she saved me. Gold Couineth had me on the menu, I guess, and suddenly... there she was. In between me and Cou. Tans are... well, you have to have one to know them, you know? Naireth is the most hard-working, devoted dragon I know." There was a decisive smile on her sunlit face. "She's not stupid. Not really." [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 6, 2011 12:04:29 GMT -5
The Weyrling did not confirm what word he had been seeking. But he did not object either. He listened. The sky was empty of dragons now, the lunch hour past for riders and beasts alike, and in the dragons' case there were probably a few candlemarks of napping in order. That was the indolence he had concerned himself with before, the worry that his dragon would be too lethargic to share an interest in being anywhere beyond exactly where she was.
He sought Unath. She had gone all the way in to shore, but only to pad around the shallows where her weight did not affect her walking so ponderously. Eventually she swam back out to poke at Naireth. After a time Unath gripped one of the larger Tan's tail-forks in her jaws and attempted to tow her along. She was not inactive, for all her inability to decide on a goal. Q'sis eased his head back, closing his eyes against the sun.
"Not stupid," he agreed, disapproving the suggestion. "Unath obeys me." Whether she paid attention to rules, orders, tradition, queens or wingleaders was at his discretion, and he had to be grateful for that deviation between her and Naireth. But there were less flattering comparisons to be made too; as much as he might have appreciated a sudden savior against a queen hatchling's demented designs, Unath had been more experimental than certain in her approach of him. She probably wouldn't have noticed in time. And hatchlings had proven much stronger than Q'sis expected.
He brushed a handful of water over his face. "What wing have they placed you in for Thread? Not too high...?" Naireth might handle well under the rules Samael prescribed her, but it was not fair to set a woman rider in High Flight. As for the girls who had taken fighters in his own Hatching, they were doomed and he could give them little more than his condolences. But given how Dalibor operated, he did not see them as being immune to high-risk placements.
Even Valha was so endangered, and that was just in the course of Weyrlinghood. "The other twin has something wrong with her," he noted, without venom, maybe even with compassion. "Valha does not see. She's too close. She babies Mith. I am trying to watch them, but I can't watch them...and all the others." Q'sis' lips twitched at a frown, though he was too at ease to fully display the sentiment. There were plenty of Junior Weyrlings that required protection from themselves. "I wanted to show her what I have been doing with Unath, but she seems upset with me for some reason." The man's tone rang a little dry, just faintly self-aware.
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Post by Reky on Jul 6, 2011 13:25:09 GMT -5
Naireth had little worry to spare for Unath's antics. She knew that her size outmatched that of the tiny creature, though she was still uncertain what to think of the hatchling. Naireth knew that she herself was a tan, but Unath was far grayer and dappled. How could she be a tan as well? They were too different. And she was too small. She was probably related to Balto, Naireth supposed, and let her tug all she wanted. She did not, however, humor Unath by pretending to be pulled by the little tan. She simply stayed put. As long as Unath was not tugging on Samael, Naireth didn't care.
The rider, unfettered by any playful dragonets, listened to her male counterpart. It seemed to be a trend in tans that they obeyed commands, or at least trusted their riders enough to always listen to them. It seemed true for Naireth and Unath, and Mabiath had not been terribly devious, but she could not speak for Demeth or Mith. It was a good trait to have, though. Even just the idea of a rebellious dragon tired her - she doubted she could deal with the stress. Naireth came largely stress-free. Sometimes she limited Samael in her lazy ways; if anyone had told Naireth to be somewhere or do something, all hope for a nap was lost.
Oddly enough, she rarely thought about being in a higher wing. Q'sis' brought it up, however, and the idea of being so high off the ground with such a huge dragon was strange. "We're in the Queen's wing," she said, relief in her voice. "Lowest one. They like to keep the clutchers safe. I'm definitely fine with that." A light chuckle came from her. She was definitely appreciative of the added safety. Even if she was a dragonrider, she very much valued her own skin, perhaps even more than saving the crops and holders below.
"Wrong? How?" That worried her. She had only seen Mith hatch and nothing really beyond that. The twin had been shy, but she hadn't seemed ill or disabled. "I just... I haven't met Valha and Mith yet. I mean to, but I'm often busy and weyrlings almost always are, too." She could understand why Valha might have been irritated by Q'sis. He didn't always say the most accepting things, and Samael knew that if someone tried to tell her how to raise Naireth, she would have been upset. Still, Q'sis might have had good reason for concern. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 6, 2011 20:09:37 GMT -5
Unath kept at her pointless quest, zipping about with the end of Naireth's tail like a waterbug someone had caught on a string and tied to a dock. If she was unhappy that Naireth did not cooperate with the tugboat operation, there was no sign. At one point she tried opening her wings and flapping them out of the water to carry Naireth away, but the noise carried well across the lake and Q'sis looked over. Unath folded her wings up in the same moment and resumed her more polite pulling technique.
"So you think she will clutch too?" Q'sis asked, though his tone was almost a tease. This was the second time someone had told him with absolute certainty that the Tans would lay eggs just like their larger Gold and Copper counterparts. Naireth had not even Flown yet, but he did consider Samael a more reliable source. She probably had the same agreeable feeling in her gut that he did about the prospect. Still, Tans were not proven. It was possible they did not know how to Fly. Too st...distant. If the Weyrwoman wanted to coddle Naireth in her wing until such a time as her feminine worth had been asserted, that was fine. Preferable, even. Samael's relief bolstered his.
Cloistering Unath in such a manner would not be permitted, not even under the flimsy excuse of protecting so-called clutchers. He maintained the philosophy in his head: if dragons wanted dragons, they would lay larger clutches, and more queens, not unreliable miniatures. "The first time I met with Valha and Mith by themselves after the Hatching, Valha was fighting just to get Mith to exit their room." This tidbit implicated Q'sis in wandering around the girls' half of the barracks, but he continued unconcerned. "I look in Mith's eyes and they are not like Unath's, nor any of their siblings. They are fearful, always. I think Valha has tried to rig her flits as assistants to the debacle, but a dragon that cannot stand on her own..."
With his eyes still shut, his expressions were muted. His head tipped slightly instead of shaking side to side, and his lips remained flat despite the grievous topic. "She says she will teach Mith. But they can't-- they don't learn. Every day at lessons, Unath asks me to explain everything. When we memorize names, she has me recite them to her. She neither comprehends nor remembers...though I suppose i have an easier time studying from all the repetition." Q'sis was rather humored about the advantages of his dragon's persistent emptiheadedness. "When they start having us drill with the dragonets, she will either fall behind or cover it up till she can't anymore. I don't think she has said anything to that woman, Chelo, and I would not expect her to. Chelo doesn't know anything."
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Post by Reky on Jul 6, 2011 20:59:29 GMT -5
"Well... I'm not sure," she said. "Based on her size, she might, but she just... doesn't act like any of the other queens. I can't imagine her clutching, but that doesn't mean it won't happen." She supposed Naireth would be incredibly protective of her eggs as she was protective of her rider, but that assumed Naireth would know what the eggs were. Samael imagined her laying them in exactly the wrong place, unaware that it was not some unfortunate inconvenience and instead held growing dragonets.
She listened, then, to the difficulties with Mith. She wasn't sure what to think of it. She knew that tans had their downsides. As Q'sis had said, they rarely learned. At first, Samael had tried to show Naireth how to think for herself, to make decisions beyond when to protect Hers, but it never got through. Naireth had no desire to change. It was admirable to be so content with oneself despite numerous, glaring flaws, but it made life tricky. Mith sounded like she was in a bad spot. Born shy and frightened, but also with the rigid, empty mind of her colour. She had yet to meet Valha, but already she felt sorry for her. Living with such a debilitated dragon could not have been easy.
"Sometimes we had shy, jumpy children in the creches," Samael said. "They didn't want much to do with anything else. I noticed, though, that having someone to show them about, someone they could relate to, really helped. This one boy, he refused to do anything the other crecheworkers suggested. 'Go play,' they'd say, and he'd just shake his head. But then this little girl came along, about his age, and she was able to get him to play." She smiled slightly at the memory. "It takes a village to raise a child," she quoted in a stuffy voice. Then, more casually, "Sounds like Mith needs to get out more."
She tilted her head slightly to have a better glimpse of Naireth, but the dragon was largely in the same place, not having made any efforts to swim anywhere. Unath was still on her tail. "But tans... It's like they don't change," she sighed. "All Naireth did was get bigger. So I don't know if anything would help Mith. I haven't even met her or Valha, so I really shouldn't be talking." [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 7, 2011 14:04:54 GMT -5
"She did agree to let Mith spend time with Unath," Q'sis replied. "If Mith can be put in the queen's wing with you and Naireth, that will be safer, but it won't help if she can't even between correctly." It would be a while yet before the twins were tested on that particular skill. Flying was a less troubling topic, at least if Mith was anything like Unath. Unath was thoroughly impatient on the subject. "You managed with Naireth," the Weyrling praised, then turned his back to Rukbat and let his feet sink till he could tread water again.
He studied the other dragonrider as she drifted in front. "Sam," he said, to pull her attention back from a suspect sun-soaked reverie and thoughts of betweening Tans. "I have to bring Unath in and get her oiled. Come on." Unlike a swim to the center of the lake, returning to shore wasn't simply an option he could abandon her over. Q'sis had no speedy imperative to his return despite the spoken notice otherwise. When he hit the shoreline he stood up, height steadily realized as he paced the shallow incline out of the water. "Come on, woman!" he called to Unath, who dropped Naireth's tail and promptly pattered up onto the grey lip of the beach with him.
Q'sis took his time picking up his clothes from where he had left them, pulling on the sandals and dispensing his shirt over his shoulder. He had not brought a towel, so there was nothing but dripping in store for him and Unath. The dragon bumped him back a step when she nudged her nose against his chest. Q'sis rubbed her soft hide from chin to jaw hinge, then stepped around her so he could face Samael.
Again, despite his statement of intent, the Weyrling showed no signs of hustling along to his destination. He seemed to be waiting for Samael to stand up on that beach too. "Unath has always made room for me. Plenty of space," he said, tapping two fingers against his temple. "When we Impressed..." He had to contain a euphoric grin. "...I could think of her wings, and she would stretch them open. The very beat of her heart was mine to control. And later when I needed her to bespeak another dragon she could not see, she did not know how. But she let me in, and I did it..."
Unath turned her rounded muzzle over Q'sis' head, peering at Samael. "That is how you ride a dragon," her lifemate said. Unath laid down, her forepaws stretching forward to either side of Q'sis bare, scarred legs, and the corner of her jaw draped over his shoulder. "But I had to ask if there was some other way of doing it. It doesn't sound like your experience is any different though."
His Tan's head slipped from his shoulder and she laid her neck out on the ground beside him, squinting at the conversation. "If there was anything more acceptable to Valha..." He shrugged. "She's the one who needs to learn the beast. To get inside. It takes a lot of practice-- I want it to be effortless as breathing. Seems like if I don't focus on it every once in a while, it gets harder." Q'sis smirked. "Anyway, if Valha would listen to me, that is what I would say to her," he suggested, lifting his eyebrows at Samael.
Abandoning the sticky topic of his fellow twinrider and her various issues, he took a step out of Unath's guardianship. "Do you want t--" Q'sis paused, recalling where and when he was. He looked over at Unath. The Tan's eyes were all the way open now, watching him, their color a flat and unperturbed sky blue. He smiled at her, then gave Samael a wry cant of his brow, almost apologetic.
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Post by Reky on Jul 8, 2011 19:30:58 GMT -5
Samael was fine with leaving. She had no lingering desire to stay in the water - she had cool off enough and her desire for recreational swimming was replaced with the desire for conversation. Interesting conversation, to be exact, and that was what this talk with Q'sis was turning out to be. On the way to figuring the man out, the topic had managed to become intriguing and intellectual, and she liked that. She disliked, however, how pruney her fingers were becoming, and was about ready to come out of the lake anyways.
She swam after Q'sis and eventually found herself on the shore, watching Naireth slowly come in while Q'sis dressed and stroked his Unath. Samael's dragon padded up out of the water, towering over the other three but plain in her movements. She settled down on the beach, water rolling off her recently-oiled hide, and folded her wings against her back. She looked sedately at her rider. True to her word, when Sam had left the water, Naireth had followed. She could best protect the woman if she did not have to swim all the way across the lake, not that she was terribly suspicious of Q'sis anymore. Her eyes briefly passed over the man, empty and uninterested, before gazing out over the weyr. Balto rested in the crook of her forearm.
Samael was increasingly content to simply listen to Q'sis. She knew of what he spoke. Anything she told Naireth to do, the dragon did. Even if she could not control the tan's body as if it were her own, it was a similar concept. The two tans were equally free to suggestion. To commands. Where Naireth reacted best to firm words, it seemed Unath reacted to feelings and thoughts. The two tans kept sounding more and more similar. Samael felt confusion from Naireth, though - the differences in hue, markings and size were too overwhelming for the dragon to even consider being akin to Unath.
Sam watched the idle interactions between the other tanpair. "I hope she'll figure it out," she said. "Not everyone knows their dragon that well right away, I guess. I figured Naireth out pretty quickly." It wasn't as though the dragon was particularly complex. "I guess I was lucky." She considered mentioning to Chelo that she would be willing to give Valha tips, if Valha wanted any. Perhaps she would react better to someone with more experience and of the same gender? Something felt wrong about telling someone how to deal with their own dragon, though. That was personal. Maybe she wouldn't talk to Chelo after all.
The beginning of phrase caught her attention. She looked questioningly at Q'sis. "Do I want to what?" Then she caught the new expression on his features and added, "Oh, well, you don't have to say it if you don't want to." She shrugged. Even if she was curious, she could live without it. [/blockquote]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 8, 2011 21:52:15 GMT -5
"I was just thinking of how certain things might be construed," Q'sis replied, considering his fellow Tanrider as she stood free of the distorting effects of the water. Naireth kept the sun from falling over Samael, but he could see plenty in the mild midday shadows. What water no longer obfuscated, it weighted down. Just like with his hair, which he had to run his hand through to get it back out of his face again. It wasn't even that long.
Unath had returned to a half-lidded view of their interaction, intermittently scrunching her claws against the stone as if to knead it. "Like you said, we Weyrlings can be hard to find. This is not even my usual time to get Unath cleaned up. I am usually here a candlemark from sunrise, another from lunch, and another from sunset. I like to come when most of the others are still at the dining hall. It's quieter. That seems to be the freest time I have lately."
And technically even this visit had been another Unath maintenance chore. That was all Q'sis could hope: more chores like today's. "When you need to wash Naireth, come at those times," he ordered finally, satisfied with his compromise. "Anything else will give that Chelo more reasons to talk to me, and I don't want that." And Unath could not be endangered for any fun of his, though Q'sis did wonder. Tigreath still seemed fine. But he was not willing to experiment on his Tan's tolerance. "You are worth spending time with," he informed Samael.
The Weyrling grinned with more mischief than his supposedly wearying training should have permitted. "Good-bye for now." Q'sis bowed his head to Naireth, however impenetrable the big Tan's mind was to courtesies. By then Unath had clambered onto her feet and shuffled around to face the barrack. He got alongside her sluggish trot easily, pushing at her shoulder whenever she leaned too far to one side.
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