Boo
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Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
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Post by Boo on Oct 13, 2011 20:57:44 GMT -5
Following the first Threadfall things had quietened down. People seemed to be in a reflective mood and even C’ian felt somewhat thoughtful as he considered his ultimate role in fighting to protect Pern. The rest of his life would be filled with terror each time the silver threads fell from the sky. His was no different to anyone else but now that it had happened he couldn’t help wishing he had spent a little more time enjoying a Thread free Pern.
Well, enough of that it was too deep and thoughtful for the former harper. C’ian got to his feet and examined some of the damage with a thoughtful expression. Although it had been a few days since Threadfall there was still some debris around the Weyr. Even though he was not usually one for caring about mess he rather thought it important to clean at least some of the mess. Cirrus chirped happily at him and darted about the Weyrbowl looking at some of the healing supplies and equipment left behind in the haste to move the injured into the infirmary.
He probably should have gotten to work but it seemed one of the most mind-numbing tasks he could perform. At least with Shirath he might be able to convince the purple to drag some of the mess away from the bowl.
I do not see why it is us who must clean this mess. We should be flying and flaming Thread, not cleaning this mess.
But it’s a game! We’re on a treasure hunt and must collect all these things for otherwise others will take it from us!
Cirrus chirped and C’ian grinned at his dragon.
You may play your game I will sit here looking utterly fabulous.
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Post by kitsufox on Oct 18, 2011 9:20:30 GMT -5
(( I'm sorry I took TWELVE YEARS to get this responded to. It's been a crazy few days. Curse of being a web designer is that you're at the beck and call of your clients. And then I had to reconnect with my character, because I haven't played him in ages [naughty Kitsu] ))
For L'ryn threadfall was excitement and glory and everything the songs had promised him. Time had treated them well, and they flew now with R'len's Dusk Wing alongside a number who has been a part of their weyrling class. And here he was, being harried along by the big green dimglow who'd volunteered them cleanup.
' I'm viridian. ' The voice in his head was helpful, with a cheerful note to it. ' You should be pleased. If we do our duties well and take on extra R'len will see that we should be wing second. '
L'ryn had always thought dragons lived for the moment, not this planning, future-focused thing that Helioth seemed so talented at. He was special in the worst way. And I don't really mean that... There was no way he could do less than adore Helioth, he'd spent his childhood dreaming dragons while on the back of a runner. Helioth might have cost him his family, but he'd gained something much more important. L'ryn had brought an old firestorn sack to gathering up whatever was left around when Helioth had started demanding he get ready to start cleaning up, and that Helioth had already made promises that they would help. The dragon hadn't been willing to say who they'd made the promises to, but L'ryn was starting to suspect the answer was "himself".
As he dismounted he took note of the dragon doing what might possibly have been posing to impress it's rider. The unusually marked purple L'ryn knew had been hatched last year, but he had a memory for the "faces" of creatures more-so than he did people. Probably came from spending too much time with runners as a kid. He couldn't, however, remember the name of dragon or rider. ' Shirath. From one of Callistath's clutches. ' Helioth provided, voice souring slightly, as if the name left a bad taste in his mind.
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Oct 20, 2011 17:49:18 GMT -5
As Shirath stretched himself out he noticed the arrival of one wholly magnificent creature. There had been only one Viridian in the clutch he had hatched from and by the time the other dragon had hatched, Shirath had left the sands. This one was simply stunning. Not as stunning as himself but then none were. Still, every dragon should adore him. There were no ‘ifs’ or ‘buts’ about it, and Helioth was now the target of Shirath’s flirtations. Shirath stretched once again as he got to his feet. Nearly at his full-grown length, Shirath still had a rather angled and long body.
The purple moved as flirtatiously as he could manage towards the other dragon, with small trills of affection. He flicked his tail back and forth and came to a halt a few paces from the Viridian. This large green would love him, just as all the other dragons would. As he did this, C’ian turned and started towards his dragon.
Helioth, most honoured of viridians, your valour in the skies was admirable, nay, fearless.
For Shirath knew which dragons were old enough to fight Thread. Sure, he rather hoped he could join them one day if it would mean people might love him.
“What’re you doing Shirath? Pestering people,” C’ian lightly hit Shirath’s hide to draw his attention, “I’m C’ian and I’m pretty sure you’ve met Shirath…”
Still, the grin on his face showed that C’ian cared little for the actions of his dragon as strange as they were. A turn of being with the purple told him that there was no stopping Shirath. Once he had set his eyes on a target only another dragon could distract him.
“You fly Thread and then you come to clean it up!? That’s dedication right there.”
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Post by kitsufox on Oct 23, 2011 19:21:13 GMT -5
The sourness left Helioth as soon as Shirath bespoke him. His neck arched at the purple dragon's compliments. ' Me and Mine do our duty. You'll do the same when you're called. '. L'ryn couldn't help but give his dragon a slightly incredulous look. The viridian had gone from the tone of 'why am I near this dragon' to 'this dragon pleases me' at whiplash inducing speeds.
Then there was a voice as someone joined the purple dragon. "L'ryn. And that's Helioth." He nodded at the question, then jerked his head towards Helioth. "He agreed for me, and I don't know if you know what it's like... arguing with a dragon..." L'ryn had spend the better part of his time as a weyrling isolated because Helioth demanded it, and it was a position the dragon held that he'd never managed to completely overcome. The Viridian had decided friends to be unnecessary while training, and taken pains to keep L'ryn too busy to argue. Out of habit he hadn't reached out to anyone since they'd become Wingriders, and even that idea hinged on the idea of Helioth loosening the reign and giving him his head.
' You must have the respect of your peers if we're to be Wingseconds one day. '
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Post by Boo on Oct 25, 2011 16:21:46 GMT -5
Shirath wasn’t so sure about that… But it seemed a decent enough suggestion. If it meant people and dragons would love him forever then of course he would do it! Plus, it seemed the thing that all the other dragons did anyway. He didn’t want to forego tradition. Well, actually he didn’t care a whit for tradition, he just cared whether something would make him adored by others.
I hope I will do it as well as you performed yours.
The dragon winked a swirling eye at the Viridian. Truly, this was a fine specimen and one of the only few of his colour, certainly a wonderful dragon indeed. A testament to Dalibor that they were the best Weyr there was, to be the only one to have these dragons.
Duty is fine as long as we are not harmed overly in the process. He was an amazing dragon after all. He couldn’t have his hide being marred at all.
C’ian knew very well what it was like to argue with a dragon but he couldn’t honestly imagine Shirath volunteering him for anything. Well, unless there was a pretty dragon involved. Perhaps if a dragon asked the purple he would accept the challenge, as such, and try to show everyone just how wonderful he was… But given that the Weyrlingmaster or the Jr Weyrleaders gave out most orders, C’ian somehow doubted Shirath would volunteer him for anything. Still, they had their occasional arguments, usually about Shirath wanting to be loved by everyone.
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Post by kitsufox on Nov 15, 2011 19:34:56 GMT -5
' I don't fly so poorly that me and mine are placed in danger. ' Helioth's voice soured slightly again, at the perceived slight against the quality of his flight skills. Wings rustled uneasily against his back, the brilliant green hide glittering in the sun.
L'ryn shifted too, in response to the feeling of unease from Helioth. He dragon didn't relay the words of the Purple dragon, though, and L'ryn didn't push. "Go swim or something. You're too big to be of use here." He gave the big dragon a wave, but was completely ignored. "Helioth has weird ideas about what we should and shouldn't be doing, and makes them plain to me." There was a sense of good natured acceptance in L'ryn's voice, as if Helioth's decisions were good enough for him most of the time. And it wasn't as if a person got anywhere trying to second guess a dragon who'd made a decision, after all. Instead, l'ryn leaned down and scooped up a tattered scrap of firestone sacking and a few tattered remnants of what might have once been clean rags for a healer and were no filthy (possibly bloody) refuse.
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Post by Boo on Nov 18, 2011 1:56:09 GMT -5
Suddenly, Shirath seemed thoroughly sulky and drooped his head in a depressed manner. He had said the wrong thing to the wonderful dragon before him and had been almost rejected. Although, the purple didn’t quite know what he’d said to upset the older dragon he did note the coldness to the tone. Shirath, being Shirath, equated most changes in emotions to rejection of some form or another and this was absolutely no different.
I would never deign to imply that, Helioth. I was merely commenting on how difficult duty can be… I cannot stand seeing others harmed in the line of duty.
Had he made yet another bungle of everything? No he hadn’t. It was Helioth whom had misunderstood and as he, Shirath, was amazing he knew it was not his fault. Yet why had so many dragons rejected him!? Well, at C’ian didn’t reject him. C’ian loved him! He’d said it. At the suggestion from Helioth’s, Shirath looked down at the human.
That seems a thoroughly marvellous idea. I suppose you are as brilliant a swimmer as you are a flier?
C’ian had felt the emotions from Shirath and could only surmise that the dragon had said something offensive. Probably being overly flirtatious again. It simply made him roll his eyes and grin. So long as the purple was not mauled or anything he would be perfectly fine.
“I think that sounds like a great idea. Leave the work here to the professionals.” C’ian agreed, looking pointedly at Shirath.
They had, after all, been candidates for a long time and the dragons would probably be very little help here. Unless they came across something that needed something huge to move, C’ian doubted they would be any more help than a firelizard on the Red Star.
“I think Shirath just tends to do his own thing.”
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