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Post by kein on Dec 19, 2012 16:45:09 GMT -5
Aysha was nervous as ever before. She was afraid. Confused. And yet, eager. Emotions stormed within her so strongly that she could not hold back nervous, audible breathing, and her hands shivered as did the rest of her body. But what would one expect when thrown-- or rather, flown-- out of everything familiar to start a completely new life without so much as a warning. Destiny had a weird sense of humor.
She hesitated when she found herself standing on the hatching sands. Still time to go back without anyone noticing, still time to back up about all of this and head on home, forget dragons and riders and--
No.
Even if Aysha was unsure inside, she was just as stubborn too. She had decided she would try her luck and by Faranth she would!
She took a step to proceed, her hands in fists on her sides, a new determination in her look.
"Hello...?" She hollered, her tone somewhat betraying her nervousness even if she tried to be stiff and stern like usually.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Dec 23, 2012 11:04:37 GMT -5
Unath helped little. The dark tan heard the inquiring greeting, opened up her jaws and bugled back to it. The noise swelled up through the cavern like an all-consuming fire. The rider on watch stirred to an alertness the preceding tinny cry of nerves hadn't urged from him. Unath was about to open her mouth again at the intruder when Q'sis seized on her, cranking shut the muscle of her jaw and clenching her throat to airlessness. He got her up and moved her backwards from the clutch, her long forelegs stretching in her wake.
When he laid her down, it was with her neck resting along her legs, regal and statuesque. He pinned her there and headed down the Stands to the visitor.
"Greetings," Q'sis returned, stretching his back as he considered the Candidate's features. "This is not the road. You will leave the weapons on the bench." He had a huge dagger-hilt strapped to his own belt that he showed no signs of dispensing with. "Relax." Q'sis remained at a measured cool himself. The girl's dark skin, scarred face, and offensiveness to procedure were all familiar elements- but to a different life. He moved between her and the avenue down to the eggs, and pointed at her face with a finger cut almost two joints short. "Where did you get the scar?"
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Post by kein on Dec 31, 2012 11:31:29 GMT -5
"Gah!"
The young bandit backed up on a wall when the dragon's noise filled the caverns. She was so taken by surprise that she just froze from fear. She stared at the dark tan, mouth agape, and swallowed down a whimper when it came closer.
Then the other human appeared and Aysha let herself sigh, when his back was turned.
"...Greetings," she answered, careful and calculating. "You're in charge here?"
She brought her hands to the hilts of her worn-out, shineless daggers she always carried with her. Always. Hesitant, she then withdrew them and with a longing look, placed them on the bench.
He told her to relax. That was hardly going to happen here. She didn't like this person, she decided, when she was suddenly questioned. A very personal, even though also very obvious question, at that.
"Is that... somehow relevant to anything?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. She didn't mean to sound rude but then again, she hardly ever did. It just came naturally with the headstrong personality. And she usually wasn't sorry for it.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Dec 31, 2012 19:23:13 GMT -5
"They did not let me keep my knife when I was a Candidate," Q'sis said, ignoring her first question save for the sting it left on his impression of her. "Strange that they should have left you yours. You are not a holdling." He had started to turn toward the eggs when her second inquiry surfaced.
The tanrider whipped around to face Aysha, his face a dark mask of fury. "Did I not tell the Candidatemaster she was supplying me with uppity brats? Did she not tell you that you are the lowest of the low, that you will listen to any rider without a word? That you are a girl, and girls must obey their men? You do not question the merit of my investigation. You open your mouth to answer, then shut it again." His shoulders thrown back, Q'sis was still towered over Aysha despite the couple steps of the stair between them.
And his hand was on that shiny, reclaimed knife-hilt. He advanced up one step, the dragon behind him coiling her neck into a springloaded S. "Answer my question. Then you can leave. Do anything else and I will see you out the same way I did Lady Irohvyne."
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Post by kein on Jan 7, 2013 9:36:27 GMT -5
Aysha decided she did not like this person. Not much at all. Even the respect was scarce the moment he asked- no, demanded something from her.
"Well consider this an aswer then; Not going to happen," Aysha responded, indeed uppity, and not shamed of that at all. This was not going to end well, said a small voice of reason in her, measuring out the man and his dragon, but the stubborn fury in Aysha was louder. Now, that she was provoked, even louder than her fear of dragons.
"Ah. Yes, Irohvyne, my roommate. Why am I not surprised you would hide behind your dragon and let it do the dirty work when you decide to humiliate people just because you do not fancy them to be 'worthy', tanrider?" A smile meant to be further annoying appeared on Aysha's lips. She had not been there during the short-lived attempt that was Irohvyne's touching, but she had heard things through the grapevine.
Her lips were indeed smiling while her eyes were almost literally burning with rage, being naturally so light-brown they were orange-tinted.
"Forget this, and forget you. I do not need this," she then said and turned back to her knives, deciding that she could do without the touching. Her pride came first and foremost in situations like these.
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