Ondine
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Post by Ondine on Sept 12, 2012 2:23:44 GMT -5
The new Wherlingmaster stood in the dining hall, watching as his new students, along with a great many others, filed in. Sure, some of them would have eaten dinner (or breakfast, as the case may be) before going to the Hatching, but that didn't negate the value of the feast. It was a good time to bring them together, celebrate new life entering the Weyr, and the bonds that now connected Wherling to Wherlet. In a much more cynical view, it also gave him a good chance to see who the troublemakers would be, and then he'd have a day to figure out how to take care of them.
He sniffed the air deeply, inhaling the scent of spice, and somewhere back in the kitchens, the smell of bubbly pies. Yeah, this was going to be a good night. He looked down as Lyrsk came trotting up, having been wandering amongst the new Wherlets and getting a good feel for them. Trouble some. Lyrnn hands full. The man snorted lightly, turning an eye on Abrask as he did so. Yeah, sure. Trouble. The other few that immediately caught his eye as trouble was Ask and Burlesk. He remembered, quite clearly, what they'd done during the hatching.
But that was then, and this was now. As the last of the Wherlings entered the dining hall, he cleared his throat, and Lyrsk shut everyone up in the most effective manner, by giving a quick and loud bark of pure noise. They worked so well together, he and Lyrsk. Thanks buddy. The Blue gave an appreciative growl, and then let his Handler get on with his speech. He could, would, be patient while the two-legs did their thing.
Now that he effectively had everyone's attention, he spoke. “Hello everyone, I'm Wherlingmaster Lyrnn, also one of the two Prideseconds of Alpha Pride. Before we kick this feast off, I'd like to say a few words. First, congratulations to all of our new Wherlings. You're one of the largest classes Dalibor has ever seen, and a much wanted addition to our Prides. You've got a long, hard road ahead of you, but it's worth every step of the journey, even those of you with the more difficult Wherlets will find that out at one point or another.”
He now turned to look at Vresk. “Also, this is a bit of a special class for a few other reasons. There are two new colors of Whers that, so far as I know, are the only of their kind across all of Pern. So welcome to the Orange Vresk, and the Cyans Dosk and Oddisk. We're happy to have you all. As Kalenna has already mentioned, you all have tonight off from any chores or lessons, since none of you are candidates anymore. Spend it here if you want, there'll be plenty of food. You can use it to take care of unfinished business, move yourself to your new homes in the Wherlings quarters. Be aware that there are still three Wherlings there, so some of those have been taken. All I ask is that you're all ready for lessons at dusk tomorrow.”
At that, the food started to come out, so he wrapped up his speech. After all, he didn't want to get in the way of that. “If you have any questions, you're free to ask me. I'll come around and talk to a few of you as well, so don't be scared when I pop in. Let's open up this feast for the Cyan class, and have a wonderful night!” He stepped back, having decided to name the class after the most populous of the two new mutations, figuring that that kind of thing might just be good luck. Well, let them have their happy evening, it wouldn't be too long before he started cracking the whip. Of course, a few of them might like this whip...he'd ordered in some weapons that Dalibor didn't typically provide its Handlers, in case a few of them clicked. Optional classes, for those who wanted to be effective fighters along with their Whers at any range. But that wouldn't be for some time.
And with that short speech, he watched as they moved. Either for food, for each other, or for other places entirely. Lyrsk stalked the room, casually watching and listening. Waiting. Keeping one eye on his now-and-then troublesome Handler to make sure that something didn't happen to burst his temper, but mostly on the troublemakers within the new class of Wherlings.
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 12, 2012 14:57:06 GMT -5
Between the relative delay of Tusk's first moments on Pern, and the nattering of the healers, Tussbuul was one of the last to approach the hall. He had taken the lag period between bonding and feasting to return to his quarters and shuck off that horrible- and now rather bloody and shredded -white robe. Tusk sat in a pile of body and tail on the floor as Tuss nearly flitted around his bedroom. Though she never moved, he constantly glanced over to ensure she was still there. He had a nice set of dark greens just a few shades dimmer and yellower than Tusk's hide, and after brief consideration of a burgundy alternative, sat down on the bed to start donning the regal appointments of his Mastery.
It was harder than he'd anticipated. He was quite familiar with his own stiff right leg by now, but even under the healers' padding the fresh wounds still stung. Tusk began to shift restlessly, then uncoiled at last to pitter over to the bed. She climbed up onto the furs next to him and rested her head and neck against his arm as he took a break from the pulling.
Can.
"I know. It just takes time," Tussbuul corrected her. Even now, he was not quite clear on how to speak to her like she did to him, like a dragonrider could too. But the twitch of Tusk's tough lips at his words suggested she would not have appreciated it no matter the delivery. She changed from passively laying against him to poking the soft side of his elbow with her nose.
Can!
"That tickles..." he chuckled, then choked on a genuine laugh as his protest only prompted a harder press from Tusk. She followed up by starting to wriggle all around his seat on the bed, nosing him. She did not let him be till he finished dragging his wherhide trousers up and was belting them while sighing off the last of the twitches the wheret had inflicted. Tusk's facets rolled as she realized he had to put on a draping black overcoat too, but Tussbuul had learned and did not delay in its donning. He stood up, leaning his right leg back on the bedframe as he straightened out the coat.
He could sense the wheret's head poking off the side of the bed to watch him fold back each coat cuff, and held one wrist out to her. Tusk bit one of the patches of gold embroidery. "Do you like that?" Tussbuul smiled, turning his hand over to offer the arm to her. Tusk peered up to his shoulder, and as soon as her large eyes rotated toward his face she hopped onto his arm and shot for his throat. Winding herself around his neck, she pinched her wings in and settled anew, except for the tip of her tail, which was flicking up and down against his left shoulder.
She was still so arranged when Tussbuul ducked into the well-lit hall, but at the sight of the multitude of well-wishers and wherets, she shifted her head around so that it was obscured in some ambiguous corner of her coiling. One of her little legs was sticking out at the front instead, clinging to the first loop of his Master's knot. She was heavier than he had considered now that the adrenaline of the Hatching had dried up, but he was not about to disturb her. He was just very happy to finally reach his bench and sit among the rows of people who were all younger than him by at least a decade.
He felt clean. Sort of lightheaded, but not in a way that made him suspect the veracity of the situation. Tusk's presence was a beacon of which he was constantly cognizant, down to feeling the impression of her tiny heartbeat both against his skin, and within it. He could feel her persistent anxiety toward the crowd, but it wasn't an overwhelming nausea, more like the honed instinct of an infant that might not have been so lucky as to hatch off a hot, manicured sandbed straight into his arms. Normal.
The miner blinked as Lyrnn introduced the orange of the clutch as new to whers worldwide, and rocked in his seat a bit as those two sinuous blues were tagged as cyans. Of course he could tell the difference...now.
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Q'sis frowned at the new Wherlingmaster. Nothing wrong with him of course, but it was not who he had expected to speak. Lyrnn and his blue began stalking the newbies, and still there was no sign of the more sizable clutch mother. Yusk, of course, might be around somewhere, but she was small. And aside from the miraculousness of her two viable eggs, she was not of interest to him.
Perhaps his target was somehow obscured in the great hall too. He was not interested in climbing too far into the festivities to find her. His back was at the wall beside one of the kitchen entrances, on the opposite side from the table full of new faces and gurgling wherets. His body tensed at a distant squeak, but he kept up his survey of the proceedings. He wasn't about to do something obvious, like go hunting outside for the missing clutcher and her handler. This was supposed to be a casual moment.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 12, 2012 15:08:56 GMT -5
Kalenna had already congratulated each of the new wherlings personally, and since it had been agreed that Lyrnn would speak at the feast, she was allowed a little tardiness. She still would have been punctual were it not for Kalesk. The gold, finally freed of her responsibility to her children, bid farewell to the sands as soon as she was allowed and went running out, her paws pounding the ground. It felt like forever since she'd been able to lope through the open air, since she'd been able to seek and hunt her own prey, and she took her time over the herdbeast she elected to slaughter for her own feast.
If it were up to Kalesk, she would have spent the entire night outside, but at last Kalenna touched her mind. They had a duty, after all, and they finally entered the dining hall. Kalesk usually attended such functions, and as always, she stayed well away from the crowds, keeping an eye out for untrustworthy folks or suspicious behaviour.
Kalenna, for her part, shook Lyrnn's hand again before she spotted Q'sis. With a smirk, she made her way over to him. "I did not expect to see a dragonrider sharing our celebration tonight," she allowed.
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Trying to see through Mysk's eyes was just proving to be a headache. A migraine, rather. Perhaps if Mya had lost her sight through accident, rather than being born this way...but it was all so new that it was dizzying, and it was always accompanied by being far too aware of Mysk's emotions. For now, she gave up. She had always wanted to be the best she could be despite her disability, and a wher was not a remedy. He was a gift, rather, and perhaps she was not meant to use him so.
Thus it was that in accustomed darkness she made her way to the dining hall after changing into clean, plain clothes. Settling onto the bench, she cocked her head toward Lyrnn, listening. Mysk's head tilted identically, because right now, he was pretending to be Mya. She had already become his favourite thing to be, and he felt warm and fuzzy. But not safe. Never safe, not in the presence of others.
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Lan
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Post by Lan on Sept 13, 2012 17:29:25 GMT -5
Tesla would not be attending the feast, unfortunately. She felt a sadness in her heart for not be able to participate with her fellow wherlings after having longed for so long to be included, but in her state she was hardly fit to attend. Still stuck in the infirmary, she was lying in a cot on her stomach to keep the shredded flesh on her back from aching so much. She wasn't alone, though. The healers were there, some of which she considered friends, and Tessk of course was curled up on the pillow next to her. The glowbaskets had been dimmed just for the wher who refused to leave her human. Tessk, still tiny and very much a baby, had been more than difficult to get to leave Tesla's side for even a second. Even now, she stayed alert and focused as she watched over her charge. Tesla, for her part, was doing her best to rest. Occasionally she'd open her eyes to see Tessk would be there and she'd smile, reveling in the closeness they shared.
Andru arrived at the Dining Hall on time, as he had not been injured and Ask's injuries had been thankfully easy to mend. For his part, the blue hadn't really wanted to go. Too sad, he told "Andrusk", None understand. Whers best. Two-legs drag down.
"I'm not so bad, though?" Andru teased, an amused smile on his face.
Andrusk no two-leg. Andrusk wher! Like Ask! Ask puffed his chest out and moved to nuzzle up against Andru's leg. The man smiled and laughed.
"True, true. But what about your little friend, Disk? I bet you anything she'll be there." Ask considered it and eventually that was what led them to be able to attend the Hatching Feast together.
Andru stood off to the side as their wherlingmaster spoke, noting the cyans (now able to identify them) and the orange. Well, Dalibor had proved itself so far to be everything Andru had expected. New colors, new people, new system... He had to admit, he had probably found himself a home here. Even if one of his fellow wherlings was less than likable, there were plenty of others he did like. One, for instance, was the peculiar new blackhandler that he saw sitting by herself. After the obligatory applause he moved his way over to where Mya was sitting and plopped himself down next to her.
"Hey! It looks like we both passed!" He smiled and looked at Mysk, whose head was tilted at the same angle as his handler's. Andru glanced over to Ask, who snorted and grumbled bitterly to himself about humanpets. Well, hopefully Disk would show up soon so that the blue could be preoccupied with something other than being grumpy about the rest of his wherling class. "The name's Andru, by the way. We met before at the hatching sands." He hardly expected anyone to remember who he was during all the excitement and commotion of the hatching, but the fact that he had yet to introduced himself by name before now was a little embarrassing.
Cyan class! Cyan Dosk! Dosk LEADER of class, Dosk is. Look, Dosk's Dota! Dosk LEADERLY. Dosk puffed out her chest and stood at attention, then patrolled back and forth in front of where Dota was sitting to display the qualities she thought a leader should have. Dota giggled at her, then replied, "I don't know about that, sweetheart, but it is quite an honor. This means you have to be on your BEST behavior. No funny business!"
Dosk paused, appalled at the accusation. Her jaw opened slightly as she stopped and replied in utter earnestness, Dosk NEVER funny! ALWAYS SERIOUS, Dosk is.
Lonet had barely finished with her rounds when Lyrnn had finished his speech. She came in later, just a tad later than Kalenna, with Losk at her side. Some extra gauze she kept on her, in case anyone got carried away and wriggled free of their dressings, but otherwise she was here mainly to congratulate the clutchmother and those who had Impressed. Also, it wasn't like Lonet to miss a party. As Lonet smiled and waved to Kalenna from across the room, the frumpy Losk waddled his way over to where Tussbuul was sitting. See Losk, Lonetfriend? Losk see wherbaby! Losk happy for Lonetfriend. Happy for Loskfriend! His tail waggled a bit behind him as he smelled Tuss' hand and stared up at where the tiny green Tusk was delicately coiled. He cooed softly at her, trying to be friendly and get her to come out of her shell. Maybe she would talk to him and she would be Losk's friend, too! |
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 13, 2012 20:27:23 GMT -5
"Hello Losk," Tussbuul said as he detected the familiar put-puts of the wher's fat feet on the floor. He twisted in his seat to wave at the blue, then reached out and covered his pale melon with one hand, scritching his way back to the rear of the head-nubs. "Say hi to Losk," he instructed Tusk, prodding his living scarf. "He's a friend. He came here to wish us well."
Tusk appeared intent on not moving, but at a second poke from Tuss there were signs of shifting on the backside of her piling. At last just enough of her head breached the layer of her body to put a round, shining eye into Losk's view. Another moment and she had poked the tip of her nose out, but only long enough to utter a high, sharp "sss!" at the visiting wher. Then her head ducked back in under the rest of her, and her foot on Tussbuul's rank-knot tightened hard enough that he began to fear for its solidity and worked to prise at least one of her toes off it. "She's a little tired right now," he explained. "I'm sure she'll be more talkative later."
He scratched under Losk's chin to be certain the blue understood the rejection was not mutual. "Tell Lonet to come have a sit with me when she's done with all her hellos. You and her helped make it...possible." Tussbuul stroked his lengthy wheret, even if his comment was punctuated by another warning "ss!" from amidst the sea-green folds.
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Q'sis slipped away from the support of the wall, lips parting in an eager smirk. His eyes, rimmed with a trace more blue than was typical, grazed Kalesk's prospective lingering at the other edge of the crowd, then descended and stayed with the gold's handler as she came to him.
"You're in a Weyr, if you hadn't noticed," he replied, stepping closer. His trimmed eyebrows wrote an artful wrinkle for a moment as he searched her face. "If you are talking to me, your pleasantries must be done with. Good, then. We will go out." He raised his left hand, betraying the two bottles of bluish Benden between his knuckles. A bastard vintage by most accounts, it was the typical red sweetened with the extracts of certain Igen fruit. But Dalibor seemed to lack prejudices against odd twists. The tradebreds who had invented the brew- and continued to parade it in its original Benden-stamped bottle -certainly didn't mind.
He lifted the bottles toward the convenient exit by which he had coiled himself. "I was thinking of Kalesk, cramped so long in that pit. Right now she's just exchanging it for another, when I know what she would like is to run her land's worth end-to-end. You could set her loose for this one night." The tanrider looked to the tunnel, then back at Kalenna, as if he could drive her on by weary eyes alone. "It's not that I know," he offered in rare self-correction, aware of whom he was speaking to. "It's more that I feel it. I feel her. It's memory and blood. Good as a Run." The rider bowed, a tight gesture clipped by the smallness of the space he had to perform it in. "It's a clear, cool night, my lady. So, out."
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Sept 14, 2012 20:20:05 GMT -5
There were a number of things on Cilia's list of things to do in her life, however long or shot that life might be, and none of them had anything to do with dealing with a wher who was more stubborn than herself, Ciali and Vak combined. Ciali's wher, though entertaining as all get out with his tendency to failplan about as well as his handler, was at least easy enough to manage.
Cilisk, on the other hand...
Cilia clean up nice. Why not go as nice? Best foot forward, best impression for Cilisk and Cilia.[/i] The bronze asked, grumping indignantly in her arms. One day, not too far in the future, he would be much too heavy for such indignancy causing events such as this. She wouldn't be able to do this to him for very long, and he would be the one carrying her to matters like she was a naughty wheret needing to go into the think alone corner.
"You, sir, are entirely too obsessed with corners and the thought of me in one." She informed her partner in a matter of fact manner. "I thought we've been over this; I've been in and out of corners since your sire was nothing more than a thought in his sire's sack." The face her grumpy lump of a wher made was perfect, and it earned him a flash of white teeth as a result. He positively hated it when she was crude, a couple candlemarks together had already made that abundantly clear. She was looking forward to hitting her sister up for what she'd learned in her wherling classes thus far, see if any of it could be used as a headstart to dealing with the fathead she carried.
Wherlingmaster Lyrnn eh, not bad, his wher was pretty cool looking too. Cilisk begrudgingly admitted the same, though the envious eye he turned to the man and his wher only hinted that he wished others, including Cilia, would give him that amount of respect and deference. He frowned, fighting off the lethargy trying to steal him away from his position of vigilance. There were those missing. Tessk was missing, not from his clutchmother, but she still fell under his protection and lead. Missing, he didn't like that.
She's where she should be, with Tesla in the infirmary, or did you forget her beast of a sibling shredded her person before anyone could stop him? Cilia remarked silently, noticing his sudden annoyance and concern at having someone 'missing' from 'his pack'.
He looked affronted at the idea that two were being left out. More so than hearing the class had been named after the Cyans rather than the Orange. Sub-Queen more important and should be named after. But time later for that, maybe fighters take things more seriously for the little honor. Cilia and Cilisk go take for Tessk and Tesla. Smallest member and person fed first. Grow stronger, come back to pack sooner. We go. Our job while food hot.[/i]
He had a point, sorta. If haviung the bronze meant she'd be eyed carefully for leadership positions, she should sorta act like it. Even if being a leader didn't necessarily fit into her goals in life either. Certainly went into the bronze's ambitions, the wretch. And he'd probably complain and turn the bubblypies sour with said complaints if she didn't comply on this one. Yeah, yeah, let's go hit up the cooks, see if you can find anyone else who wants to come or meet us there.
The bronze thought about it for a time, wondering who would be good to see the two in the infirmary. There had been the green who had been concerned. She would be good. Esk? Esk and Esk's want meet at healing place? Taking treat to Tessk's, not let pack member left out. Invite other friend of Tessk's?[/i] He asked. Couldn't hurt to ask Vresk either, Vresk enjoyed being important too, would be pleased if asked even if said no. Vresk, want come with Cilisk, honor Tessk and Tessk's with visit since pack member unable to make to honor meal?[/i]
She rose from her seat, giving a nod to the wherlingmaster as she poked her head into the kitchen, catching one of the cook's eyes and explained things. Naturally, she was met with suspicion, but mentioning someone in the information had gotten her the benefit of the doubt, as had the bundle of bratty in her arms.
A tray made up and neatly covered, Cilisk was promptly popped into the makeshift carrying bag she'd made for him out of an old messenger tote, and the tray neatly balanced as she'd practiced for turns. Giving a two finger salute to Lyrnn and a mouthed, "be right back", the tall blonde runner loped off through the halls toward the Infirmary with a lumpy bronze head poking out of the tote.
"Yo-ho," Cilia called out the traditional runner's greeting as she entered the Infirmary. She hadn't had the dubious honor of popping in there, for once, and neither had Ciali as far as she'd known. Gray eyes swept the place, Cilisk wriggling impatiently against her thigh as he demanded to be placed down. He would walk, thank you. She shrugged and knelt, letting him out of the tote so that he could marge his royal stubbornness towards where he thought he could scent Tessk and Tessla. "special delivery for a special bonded pair."
Cilisk's bring celebration food to Tessk and Tessk's. Is duty of Cilisk and Cilisk's, keep Tessk's fed, heal stronger, faster when fed. Cilisk and Cilisk's help be better, Tessk and Tessk's return to Cilisk pack sooner.[/i] He announced to Tessk, sitting properly atop of Cilia's foot when she'd finally caught up, serving tray balanced on her shoulder as she peeked in on Tesla with a smile. "There's the lady of the hour, how you feelin'?" Cilia asked, carefully shifting the weight of the tray down as she found a spot to set it.
"Cooks heard you weren't able to make it and didn't think that was right, so we brought the feast to you, figurin' you might be up to some company." Gray eyes were friendly, though curious as she took a glance at the shredded injuries on Tesla's back, or what she could see through the bandages anyway. She searched about, nabbing a stool and plunked herself down in it, even while her wher resettled himself.
Cilisk idea. Cilia need more training, good egg, but need work.[/i] The bronze confided in the small white wher curled on the pillow. He was pleased. This one knew how to care for her's, and hers would listen, unlike certain handler he knew. How Tessk doing?[/i]
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Impa noticed the two leaving with a raised eyebrow. Troublemaker, that one, that bronze would either be a good influence on her, or they'd have more than enough discipline coming their way if he were just as bad. Ha ha ha![/i] There was a tiny, spiky wher currently curled into a ball beside a colorful platter of fruit. The giggling-laughter in Impa's mind was followed closely by a revelation of his plan. Impask clever tricky. Fruitshadow, go to pick Impaskfruit, SURPRISE! NOT FRUITSHADOW! Impask best tricky-trick ever. Big surprise others! HA HA HA![/i]
She could almost appreciate the fact that her own little one had about as much energy as six boy-children at their most mischevious and was trying to be creative. Almost. Except this was a feast, and she really doubted that he really understood what he was doing at the time. He was just trying to play his own little games. Impask, what kind of fruit is black?
His head popped up, large eyes whirrling at her with an open mouthed fangy smile as he cocked his head at her, chortling to himself. Impaskfruit, that what! HA HA! Impask made funny. Best funny, Impaskfruit.[/i]
Yep, pretty much what she'd thought. Impa sighed, resting her palm in one hand as she eyed the wine with a critical eye. Tempting. Highly tempting.
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Yuri was relieved that the whole thing was over. Not so secretly, he was relieved that Cilia was finally bonded and thus in the hands of someone he felt was clearly more skilled to handle her... excess amount of free time and energy. He'd never seen someone with that much energy, or penchant for troublemaking before in his life. As a result of what he considered a fairly successful Hatching, Yuri was indulging in a bit of wine where he normally wouldn't. Yusk was at his side, for the moment, and had been happy about her two children, even if she insisted she knew nothing about why the little black had been such a little devil.
She had mentioned, however, that Kalesk blamed the Iron for it. Whatever that meant. It was some relief that the Gold didn't somehow think he was responsible for it, as the large predator always gave him the feeling that she was rather like one of the felines down south that gave people trouble.
Listening and saluting the Wherlingmaster after his speech, the farmer figured he'd better drop a bit of something into the man's ear about a few of his former candidates, that way he knew what to look for and expect. For that matter, he'd certainly need to go looking about and get something for Tesla by way of apology and a get-well soon, poor dear, had he even had the slightest idea...
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Sept 17, 2012 2:08:31 GMT -5
Vresk appeared to have calmed down considerably after getting some food in her stomach and some reassurance of her handler’s love, and waddled along with high, proud steps beside Vrell as they headed into the dining hall for the feast. The girl had been happy to change out of her slightly bloodied candidate robe and into the best set of clothes she’d brought to the weyr—nothing all that fancy, really, though the skirt swishing around her legs was something one wasn’t likely to catch Vrell in very often. Having been in the process of eating just before the hatching started, Vrell wasn’t actually all that hungry, and truth be told, the girl of fourteen turns was starting to feel her previous sleepiness creeping back in. But this was their hatching feast, and neither Vrell, nor Vresk, would miss it for the world.
They joined the others at the table, twin portraits of pride as they listened to Lyrnn’s speech, and Vresk’s little orange chest puffed up just a little bit more when the weyrlingmaster looked right at them to introduce her as the First Orange Ever. She tried to look around sneakily to see if others had followed suit in admiring her—a little packet of awesome the likes of which Pern had never even SEEN before—and she was pleased to see that some eyes had turned her way. Her moment in the sun was a little short for Vresk’s liking, but she had decided to be generous and forgive the oversight. That is, until those two little words snuck their way in there, and Vresk’s eyes began whirling with surprise and alarm.
CYAN CLASS? Vresk looked around at the others to see if anyone else was also righteously affronted, and her eyes fell upon little cyan Dosk, capturing the smaller female’s reaction in full. If whers could glare, Vresk would be looking at Dosk with unbridled outrage. How DARE that little wannabe blue think SHE was the one everyone wanted to see? How dare she puff out her tiny greenish chest and strut around like that? Didn’t she have any idea how silly and arrogance she looked? The irony of Vresk making such an observation was, of course, lost on the very offended little orange. But Vrell felt her wher’s outrage loud and clear, and she looked down at her very upset new friend with worry just before Vresk’s words broke into her mind.
Lyrsk’s make mistake! Make BIG mistake! Is only answer for why name class after little cyan and not after orange like Vresk. Is not fair! Is Vresk was fastest, was race Cilisk for prove it! Is Vresk was stop mean Burlesk hurt other people, was tell him no be bad! And now class be cyan class! No one is appreciate poor Vresk and all Vresk do for everyone, honor little cyan who no are do anything for anybody. Cyan just hatch and find people and go stuff stupid cyan faces with food! No is fair! Big mistake.[/color]
Vrell winced as the words seemed to erupt forth without end. She reached down to stroke the orange’s back, but Vresk only stomped out of reach, too upset to be easily consoled. Maybe you’re over-thinking it—I mean, it’s just a name, isn’t it? And it won’t even matter once we’ve graduated, probably no one will remember it. I’m sure everyone still knows you’re way cooler than either of those cyans. Vresk, however, wasn’t convinced, stomping a forepaw on the ground before striding purposefully back over to Vrell and butting the girl’s head with her leg. No, is mistake! Must be mistake, is only way could be happen, Vrell go talk Lyrnn and be make him fix! Fix mistake, make orange class![/color]
I can’t just go over there and tell him to change the name when he already announced it— Yes can! Vrell do! Do now![/color] Vrell sighed, but got to her feet, and Vresk just watched as her handler made her way over to Lyrnn. Vrell looked almost guilty as she glanced over her shoulder at her wher, then leaned in to talk to the wherlingmaster. “Hey, um, I’m not sure how to say this, but…” she scratched at the back of her neck, sighing. “Well, my wher’s Vresk, you probably know, and she’s…well, she’s really upset that you named the class after the cyans and not orange, and she just thinks it’s all a big mistake and I know you didn’t mean it that way and I’m not upset by it or anything and it wouldn’t be fair if you just changed it…but what do I tell her? What do I do?” she asked, looking almost pleading. This wherhandler stuff was already proving to be harder than she’d expected, but she was determined to do the right thing by Vresk anyway. If she just knew what that was.
Vresk, lost in her righteous misery, almost didn’t notice the approach of her brother. She gave the bronze a half-hearted nuzzle, heaving a mental sigh into his mind. Cilisk hear Lyrsk’s big-one? Hear is cyan class, no is orange? No is fair. No is fair at all. Vresk try hard, show everyone is best and keep everyone safe from mean Burlesk. But no one see, no one care. All care about is prancy shiny show off cyan.[/color] Her head drooped, and she looked positively dejected. Righteously dejected. She did perk up a little at his offer—at least SOMEONE thought she was important—but had to turn it down. Vresk would love be go, but Vrell over there. Vresk must stay with Vrell. Cilisk understand,[/color] she said simply.
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Post by Boo on Sept 17, 2012 17:13:54 GMT -5
Beside Tesla, in the Infirmary sat a man. He had worked with her, healing her injuries as best he could but now it would just be up to time. Nearby he could see the white wher. She sat vigilant over her handler and Tedaon could appreciate the concern. A concern he no longer felt. After several turns he could finally accept in some part of his mind that what these people felt, these riders and handlers… He could not feel. Something about seeing a white wher sit by her handler had made him realise this. Pretending helped though. If he didn’t pretend the hopelessness would set in again… He had work to do here, things to do to help others. Rubbing his hand against his eye he forced a smile. Smiles never quite reached his eyes but this one was as genuine as he could make it.
Reaching out with his unmaimed hand, he touched Tesla’s.
“You’ve done well kiddo.”
He didn’t even care if the white wanted to take his other hand for touching her handler. He’d been working on Tesla along with others but he’d also been sitting beside the young lady. Even in spite of her Impression he still considered her one of his best apprentices ever.
Another pair entered the Infirmary and Tedaon watched as they came to Tesla’s side also. He got to his feet and wandered off, folding his arms around himself as he stared at one of the washing basins, listening to what the young bronze wherling was saying to his patient.
Go to join brothers? Go to join sisters.
With bandages around her head and leg, the healers had informed Naanell that she was probably well enough to attend the hatching. Teeny sat in her arms as she had picked the kitten up from her room on the way to the infirmary. The harper, for the first time in her life, was at a loss. What was she even supposed to do here? What was this thing that followed her around wherever she went?
“Umm… Maybe. I suppose it couldn’t hurt too much.”
Maybe O’wen would be there but part of Naanell just wanted to sleep. She was exhausted after the night of events not to mention she hadn’t slept for several candlemarks. It was hard to sleep when a certain someone had woken her up so early and now she just didn’t know what she needed to do.
Show strong. Naanell play song. Naanesk not understand but know it for Naanell. Naanesk be for Naanell to protect.
Naanell bit her lip and then nodded, deciding something. He was right in a way, there was no reason why she couldn’t go and play some music. So, after a quick detour into her room to grab an instrument she had crafted herself, a small wood flute. She thought it was one of her better instruments and certainly could play harmonic notes should she so wish.
First, however, she took a seat and listened to the wherlingmaster feeling utterly out of place. Not even the presence of Naanesk did much to comfort her. She had no idea why she was sitting here. Naanell just sat there, feeling awkward and as an intruder would should they have crashed a party.
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Post by tiger on Sept 17, 2012 17:51:20 GMT -5
Done? Done done done? Feast happen! We go? Now now?[/b]
Pailu blew a puff of air in Pailusk's direction. The little green was practically tangling herself in the healer's feet. While he diligently worked to bandage the last of Pailu's injuries, he cast nervous glances to the little creature hovering nannyishly near.
"Faranth's shiny bottom, but you're impatient! Calm down, don't harry the man. Do you want him to do a bad job and have me lose a leg or something?" The cook was teasing, but the question was enough to make the little green wher sit still and think, at least for the time being.
No, no no. Would be bad. Pailusk's not be strong if lose leg. Bad bad. Pailusk be good. Wait for man with stinky goo.[/b]
And just like that, she sat still beside his foot. Her eyes occasionally whirled red at him when he glanced her way, as if in silent threat that if he didn't do a good job, she'd gnaw on him.
At last, with final checks to the bandages, the healer allowed them to go.
They'd managed to sneak in just as Lyrnn was making his speech. The cook smiled and thanked some of the kitchen staff who came over to congratulate her as she moved through the crowd to try and find a place to sit. After a short while, Pailusk managed to crawl up the side of her body to perch on her shoulder. It gave her a clear advantage over most of her brethren.
Am tall now. See all. No get stepped on. Oh, food! You hunger? Pailusk hunger. Want that thing. Smell good. What is?[/b]
"That's a bubbly pie. I'll share one with you, but don't get any ideas. This is a special occasion, that's the only reason I'm doing this."
With a glance around the room, Pailu gently nipped one of the pies and began to split it in half, holding up one side which Pailusk gobbled up quickly.
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Post by Ondine on Sept 17, 2012 21:58:12 GMT -5
The Wherlingmaster was unsurprised that it had taken a bit for the clutch mother to arrive. Whers would want to be outside, hunting, and being cooped up on the Sands tended to drive them outside as soon as the clutch was done. He was also unsurprised, watchful as he was, that his announcement had driven Dosk to prideful strutting and Vresk to glaring at the Cyan. That wasn't good, but he had his reasons for naming the Wherling class after the Cyans. For one, so far all of Dalibor's previous classes had been named after fighters, until the last one, which had been named after a color that Whers didn't even have yet! Between that and the fact that Vresk and Vrell were far more likely to be placed in positions of leadership, he felt better giving the fighters their honor now. Two of them, one of them the very first out...
And knowing that the Orange would have more children than either of the two Cyans made him pick the name that he did. He resigned himself, though, to the possibility that he'd need to calm Vresk down, and ensure that the Orange didn't pick a fight with the Cyans either now or later. As he looked around, he noticed that Cilia was first nodding at him...and then giving him a small salute along with what he thought was a message that she'd be back soon. He gave her one right back, wondering if she was headed to her room or to the Infirmary, especially with that bag in her hands. Plenty of people had headed to the healers tonight, and would on many, many nights to come. Tesla was there, but given how mauled she had been, that was hardly surprising. He'd have to congratulate her on Impressing a White, they were rather rare events. Maybe he'd drop by later.
Also, the Candidatemaster for the Whers had given him the same salute. That reminded him that he'd need to talk to the man and see what else he could glean from his experience with the men and women who had just become Wherlings. He knew some, since both he and his Wher were adept at listening and watching, but there would be things he didn't know. But for the time being, he wandered the crowd...watching as Vrell began to approach him just after Cilia went out the door. He listened to her speak...and yep, there it was already. Upset because he'd named them after Cyans instead of the Orange.
Well, this was his first real test as Wherlingmaster, supposedly. Heh, calming down an Orange. He wondered, vaguely, if they followed the same personality that the draconic variant did. Most of the time, they did, but sometimes.... “Well, you can certainly tell her why I did it. Tell her that I chose the name because of a longstanding tradition at Dalibor to name the classes after Fighter colors, with the most recent Yellow being a departure simply because we didn't have any other Fighter colors at the time. Also, when Kalesk was hatched, the color of her class was Black, not even Gold.” He hesitated, and then shrugged. “And because Fighters tend to die more, smaller and less strong as they are. Remember what happened when Risk went rogue?” Hard to forget, it was a bloody night.
“They need some honor. Fighters make up the bulk of the Weyr's forces, but are honored the least. As a Sub-Queen Handler, you'll both be considered more for positions of leadership, anything from Candidatemaster to Alphahandler. The two Cyans that just hatched...they and their Handlers are unlikely to be promoted. They might, but it's far less likely.” That was sober truth. It was also a subtle hint to the young woman that she might want to consider her future in leadership positions. But none of that was likely to solve the issue right now. So he grinned and flipped Vrell a wink. “Orrr, you can tell her that I was making sure that her color name was free for her first clutch. And maybe she could talk to that Wherlingmaster and see if she can't have the name of the class come from the Queen who clutched it. I can't promise that, of course, but that might calm her down.”
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Shino, having recovered from her terrible mistake of having made Damali remember her hatching, was feeling a bit better. She'd had a little wherlet try to make her all better, she'd been hugged by a fellow apprentice, and things seemed to be alright again. She'd thought, for one heart-stopping moment, that she might have impressed to the little green, but she hadn't. And that was fine, she was, as Audren had told her, too young for joining just yet. Now that the hatching was over, she supposed that she should be sleeping.
Shards to that! She was in the dining hall, watching all of these new Wherlets and Whers surrounding her. Plus, she was able to get close to Yusk! She adored the big green, admiring how long and slender she was. Oh, she wished that she could have such a Wher right now! Plus, Yuri just seemed so kind and likable...the little girl proceeded to do a bit of hero-worshiping from afar, trying to slip as close as she could to Yusk without scaring the Green off. Which, if she'd considered for more than a moment, was unlikely to happen, but it'd be embarrassing to be seen doing this. Really, she was too old for this kind of thing! Ten turns, and she still just wanted to hug Yusk.
Maybe...maybe she could ask Yuri?
Abrask and Abranna, on the other hand, were moving her stuff from the Candidate's dorm to the Wherling quarters. Feh, feasts! Just a place for people to socialize, try to fawn all over each other, and impress each other that they were worth something at all. Disgusting, all of it. She and her Wher could stay out of that, especially since people would no doubt try to talk to her while there. And since Abrask was still hurt, she wanted her Wher far away from any of that. Going to the infirmary would be worst, because then all of her inferior coworkers would try to bandage the Green up. And fail, miserably, as they were wont to do.
So instead, she was proving to her new Wherlingmaster that she was industrious and hardworking, and thus worth educating. She'd heard that he was also the Pridesecond of Alpha Pride, which meant that he might have something worth passing on. But he'd obviously be much to busy to be good at both of his jobs, which was just one of the ways in which he would end up disappointing her. He would obviously be unable to manage Cilia at all, and Vresk would drive him up the wall, and he'd end up being just as useless as all of the other people in Leadership here. But he had clout, so she'd have to prove herself to him, just in case something happened where she needed to stay alive. Abrask trotted at her side, growling at anything that moved. There was no stopping her from moving if she didn't want to be still...and really, this would just go to show that both of them were ready and willing to move forward. Yes, life was looking up, now wasn't it?
Ondine, was attending Tesla in the infirmary when Cilia came in. Well, not exactly attending right there, but nearby, every since Telsa had closed her eyes to rest, the young healer had backed off. Let her rest, they could talk later, once she felt better. Plus the young woman had Tedaon with her, so Ondine didn't need to hover. Well, looks like she had other friends who had come to say hi, wasn't that nice? And she was a rather attractive friend too, now wasn't she? Pity that she'd only just bonded to a Wher, or else Ondine would have been all over that. After all, Dilath was now past her full year, which freed the Healer up for adventures, so long as they were kept away from the watchful eyes of everyone else, of course.
Pity, she'd have to come back and see if the new Wherling was interested in another year. For the time being, she walked over herself, smiling down at Cilisk and Tessk. “Brought her something from the feast, did you? Good! I'm afraid infirmary food isn't quite the same as...” She paused. Sniffed. Her eyes lit up in glee, a bubbly pie! Mmmmm, Tesla's friend had good taste. “As freshly baked bubbly pies.” She finally finished. “Sorry, my name's Ondine. Apprentice Healer, so I know her from the infirmary.” She also knew her from dinner together, and had been the one during the Hatching to start patching the girl up, but Cilia might have seen that.
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Sept 20, 2012 19:20:46 GMT -5
Vrell listened with rapt attention to the wherlingmaster’s explanation, growing noticeably less uneasy as it went along. Vresk, still some distance behind her and continuing to look highly offended, edged just a bit closer as she listened surreptitiously. The orange continued to look sulky, but it was evident some of the fire had gone out of the act, and she was mostly continuing out of stubbornness. Vrell nodded thoughtfully along with Lyrnn’s speech, flashing him a broad smile when he was done. “Wow, you’re really good at this. Thanks! I can definitely work with that.” She nodded, then glanced around as if to make sure no one would overhear (her wher in particular) before leaning in closer. “I love Vresk a lot, but boy, I think I’m gonna have my hands full with her! But…I guess it wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t a challenge, right? We’ll be all the better for working through it!”
With renewed enthusiasm, Vrell returned to her wher, though she toned her smile down to a more sympathetic one. You heard all that, right? she said gently. Vresk turned her round orange head away stubbornly, but fixed her slowly whirling eyes down at the floor. Yes.[/color] So you see why he did it, don’t you? See, everyone does know you’re the best—but that’s the problem. Everyone knows they can’t be as cool as we are, so we have to give them some recognition so they don’t feel bad. And besides, Lyrnn said the orange class can be the name when you have babies, and I think that’s more fitting, don’t you? So you see? There was a perfectly good explanation for it all along. No need to feel bad.
Vresk eyed Dosk again with dislike, but turned her snout away, pointing it up in the air as she puffed up her little chest with renewed pride. Yes, Vresk see now. Was silly, be think big-one-Lyrsk’s not know Vresk is best. Cyan not very smart, think is better than Vresk, but that because cyan be little one. Is beneath Vresk argue with little one that no is much smart.[/color] She stepped forward, giving Vrell’s leg a light bump with her nose. Is time Vrell be go eat now?[/color]
Vrell smiled at her orange, kneeling down to give Vresk’s head a grateful rub. Thanks for being so understanding, Vresk. That shows how great you are even more than just being orange—it’s important to think about how others feel too, to be a good leader. Vresk was more interested in the praise than the message, but perked up happily, swelling all the more with pride at such compliments. Of course, for everyone to truly know how great she was, she had to be the bigger wher. Literally and metaphorically. Vrell stood up, heading back over to the table, and spotted one of the girls she’d met while on the sands. “Hey! Pailu, right?” she said as she swung herself into place beside the other girl. “Congrats on your green!”
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 24, 2012 14:07:11 GMT -5
"We will, will we?" Kalenna teased, with a slight edge to her voice. She was often willing to accept Q'sis's neuroses because he was a reasonably good companion, and he amused her. Despite his height and life experience, however, he was still a child in her eyes, and one who was sorely in need of some more experience. Namely, the one that taught him respect. It was easy enough to tell that he was still the judgmental boy she'd met before either of them Impressed; he thought it was his right to boss women around, even if they outranked him. "My lady would much prefer to run, you are correct. However, our place - as betahandler and queen - is here tonight. She accepts this, as do I." Glancing over at the skulking gold, she added, "The celebration is here, you know. They're the ones we are celebrating." She gestured to the healthy little wherets.
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Edison had, of course, not left Tesla's side. Perhaps it was a sign of maturity that he was sticking to the shadows, allowing her healers to do their work. Perhaps he was sneakily facilitating a romance. Either way, he was present but - for once - not getting in the way.
"Evening," he told Cilia and Cilisk when they arrived. Esk sniffed in Cilisk's general direction, and confided in Edison, Big head, like Esk. Good wher.[/i]
Edison proceeded to embarrass the snot out of the green by enthusiastically announcing, "Listen up! Esk likes someone!"
Esk no say! Esk NO say like! Rude Edison is rude! Esk no like Cilisk,[/i] she informed the bronze. Only like Cilisk big head.[/i]
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Mya grinned in Andru's direction and offered her hand. "We did! And we didn't get seriously hurt, I assume, since we've both managed to find our way here. I'm Mya, and this is Mysk."
Mysk vaguely pushed his paw toward Andru, mimicking her handshake, and then turned his head toward Pailusk. Pailusk like? Is good?[/i] he asked shyly, nodding to the bubbly pie. Carefully he pulled a plate toward himself with his paw and ate half a pie just like she had, and then offered Mya the other half. Yes. This was very good.
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Lan
Weyrlingmaster
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Nomming ALL the kidpets!
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Post by Lan on Sept 26, 2012 2:23:07 GMT -5
Losk was at first disheartened by the younger wher's response, but he immediately cheered up as Tussbuul's scratching continued. Is okay, the blue told him, Little Loskfriend should sleep. Losk no mind. He wiggled happily under the attentions that the man gave him, leaning against the man's form as such kind words flowed from the man's mouth to land upon his wrinkled, blue head. Losk tell, yes! Lonet hear Losk and come be with Lonetfriend and Loskfriend. Big Loskfriend! He nodded animatedly, a gesture he had adopted and then dramatized from his handler. The green gave another sharp hiss and he raised his nose to look at her, tilting his head like a confused canine. Losk no hurt! Losk friend. Be sleep and Losk guard. No bad happen while Losk here. Losk... Losk... the word escaped him for a minute, Losk help! Help-full Losk guard and help and little Loskfriend sleep.
Lonet received a message from Losk just as she realized that Kalenna would probably never notice her. Her old friend seemed too intrigued by the man she had come to know as the male tanrider. Well, that was well enough. Tonight was not exactly a night for catching up, she supposed. Most of her hellos had been said already, along with her congratulations as a majority of the class had at some point rolled through her healing station. The rest of those still needing attention had been left in the capable hands of the young pinkrider, Ondine. She smiled to each of the people she passed, saving a kind nod for the new Wherlingmaster, then made a beeline for her newly-impressed friend. She sat next to him and offered him a special smile, stirred from the affection that she felt for him. She knew not what had ailed him before or even that anything had troubled his mind at all, but she was glad that the new addition had made him happy.
"Congratulations again, friend." Lonet placed a kind hand on his elbow and then folded it with her other in her lap as soon as the gesture had imparted some small piece of what she felt. "Isn't she a little beauty? So petite and lovely, aren't you, sweetheart?" While she complimented the newly-hatched green wher, she knew better than to try to pet her. Whers were typically more territorial than dragons and not all of them were as mild-mannered as her beloved Losk. Losk wiggled and moved to place his head in her lap and she stroked him affectionately along the top of his wrinkled nose. "What's her name? Losk hasn't told me... I don't think he knows." The blue shook his head, another action mirrored from turns of watching his handler, and sighed.
Tesla stirred just as one of her classmates had come in to check on her, and she smiled as best she could at the offer. The smell of bubbly pies filled her nose and, for the first time since before the Hatching, she felt hungry. A bubbly pied certainly did sound delicious right about now. Tessk, as well, roused to make sure that Cilia and Cilisk weren't up to no-good. Cilisk, the well-mannered bronze he was, made his intentions known and Tessk allowed them to approach. Tessk glad. Tessk's need nourishment. Glad Cilisk come and such good pack leader. She nodded to him dutifully, although she was glad that Cilisk had recognized how special her Tesla was. Despite her unnameable clutchbrother's actions and attitude, she was happy that both her Tesla and herself were being welcomed into Cilisk's pack. Tessk's getting better, so Tessk getting better too. How Cilisk doing?
Tesla blushed at being called the "lady of the hour." She hardly felt special enough to warrant such a title! In fact, most of her candidacy had been spent dodging odd glares from people who had either been wronged by her cat or had otherwise just felt she was plain odd. The fact that people who cared strongly for her or were otherwise inclined to be kind to her was almost more than she could bear. She thought that Tessk's clutchsibling would kill her as the final act of hate, but instead she had gained Tessk and so many people who now cared for her all at once. It was all the girl could do to keep from crying.
"Thank you... so much," she inhaled deeply, since sniffing or any sudden movements would cause some pain. Tessk sniffed at her face, but kept care not to actually touch her handler. Tesla smiled and giggled softly, although it was cut off short so as not to break her bandages. "I'd love to eat, if my... healer... says I can." She moved a bit to catch Ondine's eye and noticed both her attending healer and Edison approaching. Ondine's comments assured her of her being able to eat these delicious treats and she responded by trying to roll up into a sitting position. It failed under her own strength, though, so she let herself lie there as Tessk watched over her. She tried to catch Edison's eye with an unspoken plea for help. Eating while on her belly would be a hard task, indeed... and she really wanted one of those bubbly pies.
Andru took Mya's hand with a gentle strength and shook it as she had offered. "No. We're not seriously hurt," he replied with a cheerful grin, "Although, Ask got a bit scratched. He'll be fine, though. He's a tough guy." He winked at the blue, who snorted--the wher equivalent of rolling his eyes. This was hardly acceptable. Disk was not here like Andrusk had promised. Now he had to go make his own fun. Humdrum! He searched for his posse now, having seen that Mysk was more interested in the hungry green, and began to hatch in his mind, a plan.
All the while, Dosk had decided that this orange was far too dramatic. That girl needed to be taught a lesson. She was the diva around here, and there wouldn't be enough space for both of them. Before Dota could stop her the cyan had marched her way up to the orange and was sitting back on her hind legs, tilting her head this way and that as if critiquing Vresk's performance.
Dosk saaaaay... too loud, she moved to the other side of the orange and resumed her position to continue, Perhaps not get respect because bad actress? Dosk bored with performance. Dota heard the comments and bit her lip. Shards. This little one was going to be a handful. Her first instinct was to go over and scoop Dosk up, telling her to say she was sorry. However, perhaps this lesson was better learned first through experience. Dosk just saying, Vresk know... Dosk be helpful, give good performance so not too... whiney. |
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 26, 2012 14:12:03 GMT -5
Tusk shivered under the continued offers of friendliness spilling out of the lumpy blue wher behind Tussbuul. There was a lull in the interaction, finally, while Losk summoned his partner. Tusk used it to wriggle away from Tuss' neck and dangle herself toward Losk's head. First pair of legs stuck out from her sides for balance, she uncoiled slowly toward her prey, snow-pale wings unfurling as her descent granted them room. Tuss certainly sensed the shift in balance, but did not feel terribly inclined toward resolving what it was about. He could see Lonet now, and waved at her.
"Thanks," he replied with a big grin. Tusk looked up sharply from the stumpy headknob she was about to bite when Lonet addressed her, jostling her already precarious position. She had been trying to hold onto Tuss' neck with her tail, but freezing at the bluehandler's notice led to her grip losing its necessary muscular power. With her appendages still pointed out like so many wooden ship rudders, she fell off her handler and landed on the floor beside Losk with a thud. "What's going on back there?" Tussbuul inquired rather than twisting around. Tusk lay on her back where she had fallen, small chest puffing and legs stiff, only the active shifts in the shine on her oversized eyes indicating her active consideration of the situation.
She popped over onto all-fours, turned to the bench where Tuss was seating, and leaped for it. Her short jump missed, and arms still splayed in useless hope, she smacked into the floor again, this time with her nose right behind Tuss' boots. The Master shifted in his seat, finally electing to look around with some uncertainty. He stuck his arm under the table and moved his hand around in a probe of the shadows there. "Come on," he recommended. Tusk snapped forward and grabbed his sleeve with her claws, and Tussbuul lifted her up into his lap. The green arched her back upon sighting Lonet again, but Tuss put a comforting arm around her torso. "This is Tusk," he chuckled. "Which is an odd name since she doesn't have any."
Tusk latched onto only a part of this relation, and gaped her mouth at Lonet experimentally. She had an upper and lower row of long fangs, but nothing that jutted out. "It's okay. You're much too lovely to be related to a boar," Tuss informed her. Tusk shut her jaws and looked up at him quizzically. Somewhere in all this conversation her back descended to normal posture, and after another moment she sat down in her bonded's lap. Lonet was ignored, and Losk she could no longer see. "Can't wait to patrol around with her," Tuss continued. Tusk bared her fangs again, this time unintentionally as her yellowy mouth irised open in a yawn. Her inner lids filmed over her facets, but she kept blinking the outer ones, quite resistant to all these propositions that she needed to sleep.
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Q'sis adopted an expression of marked mimicry to Kalesk's. He went back to leaning on the wall, and uncorked one of his blue Bendens. He was about to just stick it up to his lips when he recalled the goblets in his other hand. The spare and the bottles were foisted off in a niche after he had filled one for himself. The wherets and their fresh handlers were granted a token stare when Kalenna indicated them. But the tanrider found his attention lingering, and his eyebrows ticked up momentarily when a female bluehandler wagged her hand their way. Eyelids lowering, he made a nonplussed side-glance at the queenhandler who had sought him out, then reassumed his survey of the hatchling crowd. There was no need to mention the greetings of that undesirable specifically, and yet...
"You are over here with me, not them." He cut his hand down in front of her, cautioning against any contrary movement. "That's not me asking you to spite the point." See? He was on to her resistant strategems. She should just give it up. "You're adherent to tradition, as you should be. And your wherets are healthy. So cheers to them." Though it was to Kalenna that he raised his glass before drinking the entire sample in a single swallow.
Hi, another voice offered, but only to Kalesk. I am awake too. A lengthy pause, but the voice found its way back to the point: I like you...r babies.
"I just don't want to be too close to them," Q'sis amended, looking at the stray drops frozen to the sides of the empty goblet. He pulled out the other glass and put his back. Removing the opened bottle, he pantomimed pouring it and then raised the glass to Kalenna as a speculative offering. His tongue pressed to the point of his canine tooth a moment, and he peered over at the new wherlings one more time before smirking at Kalenna. "So which attribute of that blue made you pick him as your Wherlingmaster?"
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Oct 7, 2012 19:49:53 GMT -5
Yusk, easily distractable with her attentions as she was, had alternated between somewhat looking after smaller whers, looking for Kalesk in case the gold wanted a word or had orders for her, and leaning against Yuri's side adoringly the way she loved to do, because it meant she would get a pet, or a scratch like she wanted.
However, there was a not-wheret but little human playing a game with her, and she wasn't sure what to do. Her large eyes blinked rapidly, and she clawed an itchy place on her muzzle with one front paw, keeping one eye on the child-wheret. Yuri? What do little wheret-child? Is closer around when not look-and-look again.[/i] She rested her head on her man's lap, looking up at him as if she were a hound begging for a meal.
Yuri paused, blinking a few times as he tried to figure out exactly what Yusk was trying to tell him. Little where-child... okay, so a human child, alright, he'd seen a few running around as always. Closer around when not-look and look again... he glanced over. Ahh. Okay, Yusk would look away and a child would creep closer, when Yusk looked back, she'd be startled because she didn't understand. She's playing with you, I think. Or she's on a dare to see if she can come touch you without being spotted.
Play with Yusk? Play game? Oh, play wheret-child is. Yusk okay now, Yuri best, always.[/i] She hummed at him, rubbing her head along his thigh and hip as she turned, with Yuri smiling and giving her the go-ahead, to go play with the little wheret-child who was sneaky play.
She waited until she thought the little girl was about to reach out, and whirled, spinning with large happy blue eyes. Yusk catch! Little wheret-child is lose, Yusk is be win.
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"Yo, shoulda known you'd be here." She replied with a smile and a wink at Edison. She'd seen him and Tesla 'round together, drawing a suspicion but not voicing it exactly. "Wild hatching, eh? Nasty little black, I shoulda sat on 'im myself."
Cilisk no think that fix little bad egg.[/i] He advised Cilia firmly. Discipline would make him behave, and discipline would come from him and from the bad egg's handler. Whoever got to him first, anyway. He looked up at the sound of Esk's voice, confused for a moment. Cilisk not big head, have is normal head for Cilisk. Grow into soon, like Esk. Esk grow nice, is not rude Esk.[/i]
Cilisk sniffed at Ondine as she passed. Dragon-lady. Yes, decent person, acceptable for company. The bronze looked to and from Cilia and Ondine during an exchange, monitoring how their hierarchy worked. Polite, sort of, for Cilia. Good, she was learning.
"Hey, she's been looking forward to havin' a partner since forever ago by sounds of it, she needs to be part of the celebrations too. She can't go there, so I'm bringing it here." Cilia remarked, shooting a grin at Ondine, and then to Tesla as well. "And you can't have a celebration without a bubbly pie or three." Another grin, this one aimed specifically at Tesla and her white curled up on the pillow. "And, the cooks mighta done somethin' special for you, as their own way of sayin' congrats and all."
She shook Ondine's hand with her free one, calloused palms and all. "Name's Cilia, the fat head on my feet is Cilisk, nice t'meetcha."
Cilisk turned his attention to Tessk, puffing up proudly as the small wheret gave him the credit and acknowledgement that was his due. Cilisk glad time be good for visit, be glad Tessk's getting better. Cilisk have much work, Cilia stubborn.[/i] He made a sound much like a tired sigh, looking to and from Cilia to Tessk as if to emphasize his human was the cause of said sigh.
Cilia kept a careful eye, ready to assist if needed and grinned. "That's what I like to hear, it'll help you heal faster too." A pause, was there... something there between...? Hmm, interesting. A triangle, perhaps? Or was she reading too much into things?
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Ondine
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Post by Ondine on Oct 13, 2012 23:18:49 GMT -5
Lyrnn watched with some relief as Vrell left to handle a still-upset Vresk. Now he'd need to ask the other Wherlingmasters not to name their classes after the Orange color until Vresk clutched and see how they felt about the idea. Of course, he felt good about it, simply because it was a good way to honor new colors, and honoring both of them. Ah well, it would be good to see how that all turned out, but he'd have to keep in mind that Vresk was prideful, just like her draconic counterpart. Well, that wasn't really surprising, so he could deal.
He walked around, keeping an eye on all of his Wherlings...well, almost all. Two of them weren't here. One was in the infirmary, and he had the sneaking suspicion that the other had gone to her with food from the kitchens. He'd go by the infirmary later tonight and say hi to Tesla and her new White. Quite surprising, really, to get a White Wher from a Green. But the woman had been waiting for so long as a Candidate, so perhaps she'd finally found the one Wher for her. The reason why she'd been waiting...heh, that had a good ring to it.
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Shino kept getting nervous as she crept closer. Yusk kept looking at her! And then looking away, during which time she moved closer in. On another world, far and off away, it was a strange game of red light, green light, with the end result that Shino wanted to touch Yusk. She moved closer, thinking about asking Yuri for permission, but the Green was just so sweet, and sleek, and pretty! Well, pretty to her anyhow.
She was close now, really close, and as she left the last person for cover, she nearly died of fright as Yusk spun on her, eyes whirling...blue? So, happy then. For a moment, she'd seen red, not blue! And then Yusk spoke to her, and she'd...lost? But she hadn't ever really gotten to speak to Whers before, she wasn't going to let this chance slip away when it was plopped into her lap. Her face swiftly went from shocked and horrified to wonder. Yusk! Um, er, you're pretty. I guess you c-caught me. Can I touch you? As a, um, punishment for getting caught? Okay, it was really weak, and was actually a reward instead of a punishment, but that didn't matter! Right? Maybe?
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The healer just beamed as she shook Cilia's hands. “I bet he'll have his claws full, won't you Cilisk? I'm afraid my better half is asleep, but dragons don't do so well at night.” And then she laughed, “Although, I might have worn her out as well, so she's getting sleep for both of us tonight. Her name is Dilath, she's a Pink.” There was a softness to the apprentice's eyes when she talked about her Dragon, and her voice took on the same quality.
Out of nowhere, a blue Flit popped into existence, a speckled pillie perched upon his head like a hat. Agent had commandeered the helpful flit for its spying program, for there were always plots afoot. And it was good that it had come, for there were a great many plots here! Shh.ShShhShhhh. Ruem flew it over to Ondine, where she promptly crawled off of his head and onto her's. With two of her four pets now in the room, one of them her healing assistant, the woman just shook her head and grinned. “And meet Ruem, my lovely flit, and Agent, one of my two pillies. Ruem carries them around until they're too big for him to fly around. He also helps me here in the infirmary.”
There was nothing for the helpful Flitter to help with at the moment though, and so he settled onto Tesla's bed, looking up at her with a happy smile, checking out Tessk a moment later. He regarded the White for a moment or two, and then gave a happy chirp, settling down to be comfortable next to the injured woman. Ondine spoke a moment later, “I hope you don't mind him Tessk, but he seems to think he's needed there. Let me know if you need him to move away.” She spoke while moving away, however, and came back a little bit later with a few dishes. Normally they were for the food infirmary patients usually got, but they would serve far better for a bubbly pie. She would be the one cleaning them later, after all. “Cilia, do you want to serve it up for our lovely heroine?” There was a slight glint that accompanied the words, aware of how unused Tesla was to such language...except perhaps from her. But only perhaps.
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