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Post by Boo on Jan 14, 2013 23:41:06 GMT -5
The cyan was left to her own devices most of the time and this suited the wildly unrestrained Bessienth perfectly not to mention her rider. It left the young dragonet time to examine other individuals in her continuing search to find a more suited bonded for she was fast regretting her decision to choose life with her chosen over life with another. Besssienth kicked out her legs and pranced through the Dining Hall knowing that Ezzia would do very little to stop her. She ducked under tables and chairs, moving wildly and pushing people if they happened to get in her way.
Hers had chores she was meant to be attending to in the Hall and Lower Caverns but instead was taking a lot of time eating. Bessienth had quickly learned that Requezzia did not enjoy tasks assigned her at all and usually did her best to avoid them. This caused the cyan no small amount of frustration and grief but she was swiftly learning how to block her feelings and thoughts from her rider. It was a slow development but when she wanted to do something and did not wish for Requezzia to know, she kept the feelings and thoughts compartmentalised.
Eventually she made her prancing way back to Requezzia only to earn a sharp remonstration. Where have you been? Around, My Lady. Requezzia frowned suspiciously and then finished her meal, getting to her feet. The small cyan followed along in her wake as they finally set out to do their chores. I do not understand why I have to do any of this. Ezzia complained loudly to her dragonet, There are plenty of other people who could do this. I mean, I have a dragon now so this is hardly my duty. No. It was easier to agree.
They came to a stop where they would be sorting through some supplies and Ezzia took a seat in the cupboard. Bessienth sat calmly and watched for a moment. You are not working, My Lady. No. We only have to stay long enough that they think we have done something. Bessienth remained impassive but inside her rage flared momentarily as she continued to watch.
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Post by bailiwick on Jan 15, 2013 14:05:29 GMT -5
G'ris, on the other hand, was working. He had finished eating long ago and was keeping exceptionally busy with new Xuqulzeth - and this was proving to be a challenge. For all his feelings of sympathy and understanding, the bronze had little of it, but he was remarkably empathetic, giving G'ris an insider's view on some of their most inner emotions. Because he could feel the inner turmoil of His they tended to try and comfort, but occassionally the herder's naivete made the dragon utterly irritable.
He had something of a spoiled, confident attitude straight from his hatching and G'ris has learned quickly not to challenge him directly - doing so only earned him being utterly overridden by Xuqulzeth's size and claws alone. He had learned, instead, to reason with the dragon - and if this didn't work, G'ris would flood his brain with his emotions instead. They were slowly learning what made each other tick, slowly doing the waltz of partnership that would bring them closer together. There was, however, a deep love between them, a base understanding in their dual behaviors...if G'ris was feeling particularly uneasy that day, Xuqulzeth would be particularly on guard. The wooden door to their new habitation already bore the marks of Xuqulzeth's overly alert nature, blackened bursts from where he was determined to protect, even against noises in the hall. If he could battle G'ris' bad dreams, he would.
The former herder's face poked into the supply closet as he, too, looked for supplies. Xuqulzeth's head snaked in directly after and grumphed in surprise as he spotted the hiding pair before his partner. It was unwise to surprise Xuqulzeth - he was ornery, something like a rattlesnake, and his nostrils flared with glittering heat. G'ris was on his neck in an instant, pulling his head up - the dragon reared like a small horse and yanked his head from the closet and out of the herder's grip in a struggling fit of claws and flapping wings.
They should not be in there like that.
The herder gave a small, tired sigh and then smiled warmly at Requezzia. "Sorry about that. He doesn't like things that are unexpected. What are you doing in here, anyway? You alright?"
Slowly, the bronze head snaked back in again and fixed its eyes on the girl and the cyan. Apparently he doesn't like being left out, either. Hmph.
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Post by Boo on Jan 16, 2013 17:09:39 GMT -5
For a while the pair sat in total silence, the small cyan sitting on her haunches with her tail wrapped around herself and her wings drawn proudly close to her body, holding herself tall and as gracefully as she could manage. Requezzia, meanwhile, examined her fingernails thoughtfully. This Bessienth watched for a while longer before looking at her own talons with curiosity, wondering what could possibly be so interesting about the things. They were similar but not the same. Tilting her head to one side, she then looked back at her bonded.
People and dragons needed to work. They needed to do what was expected of them or else things would fail. After a moment, Ezzia looked around her and pulled a pile of wash cloths off the shelves, unfolding one and looking at it before throwing it back onto the pile, unfolded, and then throwing it back onto the shelf just as the door was opened. Requezzia jumped to her feet and Bessienth, wings flaring, dropped her body closer to the ground baring her teeth at the already much larger dragon.
It was over in what felt like an instant. The would-be killer bronze was stopped and brought to reason by his bonded. The cyan watched the interaction with interest and came to a conclusion. This human was worthy of a small amount of her respect. The bronze not but the human... She could have claimed him instead of Hers had she been swifter on the Sands.
"Oh I'm fine," Ezzia smiled, "We're sorting through some supplies. Just doing some chores really." Bessienth refrained from looking back at her bonded and instead remained very still, sitting back down and staring unseeing at the bronze dragonet. After a moment her eyes flicked back to the bronze's partner and she stared instead at him with deep interest. "Did we startle you?"
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Post by Reky on Jan 17, 2013 13:15:29 GMT -5
Lessons and chores had been done for the day. H'tep and Iopiath proved a very distant pair, but they were diligent. Even if H'tep still retained his bold indifference towards responsibility, Iopiath had the marvelous talent of conveying him exactly the shade of critical disappointment that she felt whenever he meant to dodge anything. It was always because of her, now. He wanted to skip chores because of her, so he could stay in his room and stroke her smooth ridges and the softness of her neck, but he didn't, because she knew a very offensive shade of warmish swamp-cyan, the likes of which he had never seen before. He kept to himself because of her, because it wasn't keeping to himself anymore - it was keeping to her. He loved her. Finally, for the first time in his short life, he was entirely sure of it. He loved her.
He was passing through the caverns and meant to retire to their room until dinner, but along the stretch of corridor that fed into the storage rooms, he caught an unmistakable glimpse of fiery bronze. Quietly, as he neared, he saw the back of Ghris' head, and beyond that further, Requezzia's face and dragon in the dim glowlight of the closet. A bit of an odd meeting place, he thought, but it made his lips quirk into a thin, small smile. He was fond of both of those humans. Iopiath cared not for Bessienth, but found it in her to look down her nose at Xuqulzeth for being so brutish - but she was outwardly polite, and perhaps he would never know how to find her feelings in the vast dreamworld of her head.
H'tep considered a few courses of action. There were a few he wanted instinctively to take, but never would. He wanted to ghost up behind G'ris and surprise him with gentle hands on his shoulders; in his hair. He wanted to be bold and brave and march in cocky and dashing. He wanted to tell Requezzia that she was terrible at folding cloths. In each scenario, he saw a faint image of himself carry out each course of action. A few twinkling lights accompanied them. He reached down to pet Iopiath's muzzle and she readily leaned into his palm.
But he hung back. He did a lot of that, lately. Iopiath's slow, contemplative nature had infected him. Where was the hurry? Who needed words? The beauty in the world would reveal itself with time, she had told him through colours and pictures. Social interactions didn't really operate the same way, though. And he had been so scarce outside of lessons that he almost felt bad for slipping away from his friends again. Iopiath would always be there to talk to. Could he say the same for others? Probably not.
"G'ris," he said, letting his smile creep into a smirk. Words felt good to say. "Ezzia. Having a party in here?" A shower of multicoloured sparks and ribbons burst down from the closet ceiling for his eyes only, and he let out a laugh that would seem very belated to those whose mind's weren't touched by Io's. The green dragon beamed up at him and rubbed her cheek into his hand. They both looked very happy. [/blockquote]
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Post by bailiwick on Jan 17, 2013 19:33:25 GMT -5
It was an accident that Xuqulzeth and G'ris were partnered, sometimes the herder was certain of it, when his bonded was being particularly snarly and gross towards others. But there were other times where he felt it could never be any other way and that Xuqul needed him, if only for his own good and the safety of the people around them.
G'ris took in the pile of horribly wrinkled washcloths on the shelf and in the pile and leaned on the door with a lopsided smile. He was not privvy to the poor cyan's thoughts - despite the dragon's distaste for Requezzia she did have good points, if only the dragon could see them.
"Mmhm," he replied slowly, that knowing smile hanging around the edges of his lips. "Working hard, I imagine--"
The bronze grunted and snorted indigantly and tilted his head halfway up towards G'ris, who reached down and rubbed his wide muzzle.
"I was joking, Xuqul. You never get my jokes. ...sometimes I'm funny! Ohhh---" the herder muttered, still smiling, "I can't catch a break with you."
His eyes briefly caught the cyan's, the bronze huffed out a breath of air and his eyes flicked to Requezzia as if in some unspoken understanding that Xuqul had informed him of something. He was about to address her again when H'tep sidled up behind them with Io.
He hadn't seen much of H'tep in the past few days and weeks mainly due to simply not being roommates anymore, but also in part to them being so busy with their new duties - or so he thought. Xuqulzeth was taking longer to oil the bigger he got, and he was already the size of a young runnerbeast. The pangs of some sort of feeling ran through him at seeing the Igen boy, though, and it made him shove his hands in his pockets somewhat stiffly and look down at his shoes, and then his bronze and not really meet H'tep's gaze.
"Something of a party. Requezzia has been taking all the pretty folded washcloths and putting wrinkles in them, which I don't think is a chore they give out." he teased, sweetly, clearly meaning no honest disapproval, his head remaining ducked. "How have you two been doing?"
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Post by Boo on Jan 30, 2013 22:19:57 GMT -5
Ezzia folded her arms and raised her head a little taller at the joke. "I will have you know it was like this when I got here." Although it was fairly obvious that it had not been. For one thing the stores were never a shambles. They were always in perfect condition thanks to the Weyrfolk, candidates and Weyrlings working hard to keep it in order. Ezzia had heard tell of new conventions and rules put in place after a fire apparently broke out in the Weyr at one point.
The cyan huffed a sigh and eventually settled down, wings returning to her sides as comfortably as she could manage. There was still some edge to her posture but at least she was no longer likely to leap at the bronze in both alarm and frustration. That said, her tail flicked lightly from side to side as she sat in the cupboard slowly realising that she was caged here. With the bronze in the door there was no way to escape and she wanted to run. Suddenly her green sister appeared leading Bessienth to lift her hind quarters half way off the ground again. This was all quite alarming and the cyan was not certain that she enjoyed it overly much...
Requezzia flashed a smile at H'tep when she spotted him in the doorway, arms still folded. As he spoke, the proud expression returned when he mentioned something about a party. "Well my parties are always the best," she responded lightly. When he laughed Ezzia raised an eyebrow. He had always been a very strange person but this was just confirming it for her. What a strange person to be picked by a dragon.
"Well maybe you've just been doing your chores wrong." Clearly she was right and they were wrong. She was always right. "I've been very good."
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Post by Reky on Feb 2, 2013 17:03:58 GMT -5
"As I'd expect them to be," H'tep said of her parties, with a similar lightness in his voice. The streamers had since disintegrated into confetti and drifted haphazard to the floor where they faded. Iopiath leaned her head against his leg. He felt that she was very calm and content, if a little bored with the human drivel going on above. It was comforting to feel her weight against him as it had become a constant in his life. They proved, time and again, to be one of the most physically inseparable pairs of their class. Valeath would talk endlessly to Irohvyne and of course, every little dragonet never strayed far from Theirs, but H'tep was always within arm's reach of Io when he could be. Always.
G'ris was avoiding his gaze and he sensed that. The Igen boy had only briefly glanced at his friend's face, too, and the rift driven between them by baby dragons made him feel a sort of discomfort comparable to having something very important be just out of reach. It was why he kept Iopiath close - because G'ris had to be so far.
"I'm great," he said, and pause in thought. Then he repeated, more solidly, "I'm great." Which he was. He was intensely happy in everything concerning Iopiath, and the only shortcomings were those that involved his feelings for G'ris, which he promptly ignored. A series of little lights slid across the outline of G'ris' form, cycling through a spectrum of colours. They leisurely made their way across the angles of the closet's shelves, Requezzia's hair, the glowbaskets and mops. Iopiath liked the shapes they made.
I like them, too, H'tep sent to her, stroking the top of her head to her headknobs.
He siphoned himself out into the real world. The lights still slithered in his peripheral vision.
"And what about you?" he pressed hesitantly. Part of him wanted to mention his own absence - 'Guess I haven't been around much,' 'Haven't talked to you lately,' 'I could probably be a little more socially involved on occasion,' - but he chose not to. He didn't mean to apologize for it, anyway, so there was no point. Was there? [/blockquote]
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Post by bailiwick on Feb 3, 2013 23:51:22 GMT -5
"Mmm, that'd be a lot of chores I've gotten wrong," the herder replied with a wry smile. Xuqul is more animated than the other two dragons - in fact, he's started to get restless and annoyed. Why are we standing in front of this closet? We should be working.
"Shhh," G'ris muttered at the beast, "Not now."
The bronze snorted in something of an outrage and, in a split second, promptly buried his teeth into G'ris tunic and pulled - ripping it without a second thought....and without much effort at all. The herder's shirt now had a full chunk torn out of it. After yelping in surprise, the herder sighed in a low tone, fingers flexing. It seemed it was taking every ounce of self control he had not to let Xuqul really have it. And, turning to H'tep slowly, he blinked once and replied past gritted teeth.
"Oh, I'm doing great. It's great having a bronze."
The dragon snorted and turned, prowling away from the group with the large torn piece of G'ris' shirt in his blunt, thick maw.
"We're....we're working on it." god he missed when things were simple. He missed being able to tell H'tep everything. He missed not having a dragon sometimes, but Xuqulzeth was his everything now. He was a poor replacement for his best friend, but it was what made him whole in an empty room.
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Post by Boo on Feb 5, 2013 6:48:17 GMT -5
If one thing had been learned from her time in training it was actually how best to throw a party. The expectation for such things had also bee a high priority with her parents. On occasion even her parents had chosen to host dinner at their home and every time this happened Ezzia was requested to make herself scarce following the obligatory introductions. Turns in her childhood of watching from a hidden place outside the window had taught her what the best parties were. The glamour even then had touched her mind and Requezzia had decided she would one day dress and look as they did. Every Gather and other moment, Requezzia watched the women. Now she was the beautiful one.
Ezzia smiled at H'tep's response and nodded her head fairly regally but then wondered at his words. Ezzia could at least notice when there was a proverbial bronze in the room. That moment, literally and figuratively, was now. Here stood two men, bonded as she was to a dragon and she could not help but recognise the tension. No matter, she didn't feel a lot of it directed towards her and certainly wouldn't have cared if it had been. Indeed, Requezzia was used to ignoring any negative reactions towards her. "It must be. You really should have been paying more attention in lessons about such things," Ezzia replied about the chores.
Weyrling and dragon both jumped at the same time when the bronze suddenly ripped at his bonded's tunic, Bessienth flaring her wings once more. The young cyan's eyes flashed red with alertness as she watched the bronze. I will protect you, My Lady. Good I will not have him trying to attack
Yet here was G'ris... Someone struggling as she was and all she had to do was reach out. "G'ris... That is a good look. Perhaps you could start a fashion trend." There was hardly a sense of irony in her tone.
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Post by Reky on Feb 7, 2013 0:01:10 GMT -5
Xuqulzeth's sudden outburst left a large well of silence in H'tep's mouth. He didn't like how it tasted; didn't like that he couldn't find the right words to say when his best friend sounded so exhausted. He leaned and closed the minuscule distance between his shoulder and the wall, a faint, pressed-lipped look of concern shifting onto his face. He had been very ready to give up his life to Xuqulzeth on the hatching sands, but now he found himself wanting to deprive the bronze control over any life at all - especially G'ris' - but he couldn't.
Iopiath lifted her elegant little head. She imagined, for H'tep, an abstract blanket materializing out of thin air and, shimmering, draping thick and warm about G'ris' shoulders... and Xuqulzeth's. With it came an echo of the exact same shade of protectiveness the Igen boy felt. Iopiath understood him exquisitely. Every single day, it surprised him, and her comforting mind-presence eased his anxiety. She brushed her cheek against his leg again, and then touched consciousnesses with her bronze brother.
It was rather impulsive on her part. To Xuqulzeth, she sent a confusing mash of image, colour, sound, and feeling. The lapping blue of the ocean tide; the bass hum of dragons through the shell of an egg; sighing ribbons of soft green and warm brown. To her, it all made perfect sense. To her, it meant the word 'calm' and so much more. Just as quickly as she bumped his mind, though, she retreated, leaving a ripple of the sensory rush in her wake. Some of it radiated out to Bessienth, too, as Iopiath nonchalantly navigated herself back to H'tep's head. There, she was a very satisfied shade of plum purple.
H'tep was grateful for Requezzia's humour. While perhaps not the best way to deal with the situation, it was one of the easiest.
"Herder turned weyrling turned famous fashion icon," he smiled, though the idea of G'ris wearing a Weaver's knots was absurd. He was struck with another urge to reach out and touch G'ris - a boyish clap on the shoulder, a light brush, anything - and so he scratched Iopiath's eyeridge instead.
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Post by bailiwick on Feb 8, 2013 18:39:33 GMT -5
"Ah---" G'ris put up his hands apologetically to Requezzia as Bessienth flared and became agitated. "He's...its...he's Xuqulzeth. Its alright." the curly haired boy smiled reassuringly, despite his aggrivation and exhaustion. "He's a bronze, like I said." the fashion trend idea made him smile, too, although more in amusement at both Requezzia and H'tep. "I'm not sure they'd let me in anywhere looking like this. Especially not to my /chores/ Xuqulzeth!" and then H'tep made him laugh. "I think it would keep me cool though..."
Said bronze let go a hard huff from where he stood with his back to the group, glaring a pinky-red eye over a shoulder. G'ris' section of tunic was held firmly in his maw, the dragon quite unwilling to let it go.... and the herder knew better than to confront him directly.
We'll work twice as hard when we get there, yeah?" he finally offered kindly, looking down the dragon's way with a ducked head, eyes peeking out from dark curls. "But now we've got to go back and get me a new shirt. Xuqul? Are you listening?"
But the dragon's eye had turned a bright silver and he seemed miles away. His nostrils shivered and the fabric in his jaws was held with less determination than before, the bronze standing stock still. Apparently the images flooding his mind to calm him had completely distracted his anger, which ebbed. He blinked, once, and dropped the piece of tunic in his mouth, giving his green sister an imperceptible look - the silent tension made G'ris muscles tense. He didn't like it, the bronze could be quick to ire and easy to frighten...
But it seemed Io's odd intrusion rather overwhelmed Xuqul to the point of confused bewilderment instead. Getting into the head below that brawn always seemed to win. He bugled a soft, gurling wail of sorts and hesitantly returned to G'ris' side, giving Io quite a large berth. He pushed his large head against his bonded's belly like a petulant child and puffed. G'ris. was all he emitted.
The herder shook his head slowly and pulled the large bronze head against him with a sigh, giving a half-smiled helpless look at H'tep in particular. "I think we'd better go. Meet up later...?"
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Post by Boo on Feb 21, 2013 16:46:13 GMT -5
Pleased as she was that her humour had distracted the two boys Requezzia also felt some regret at not being able to totally support G'ris. It was a strange feeling that she actually slightly cared about him but perhaps it was more that she remembered the fear as she had watched the bronze prowling about the sands, mauling people and trying to bite the head off the only other candidates she knew well enough.
"Well some people do have very interesting tans." Ezzia was thinking of a woman she had once seen who wore a lot of lace and as a result had earned herself a patchwork looking tan. It was honestly one of the strangest things she had ever seen and made more difficult not to laugh for the fact that the woman had been her fiance's mother. It was times like these that she was pleased the thing had all fallen through.
As the images flooded into her mind even if they were only few, Bessienth became suddenly still the only movement coming from the twitches in her wings as she looked at her green sister. They were strange images indeed but she was sure she liked them. It was an interesting way of looking at things and the cyan certainly appreciated the whole thing, whatever it was.
Ezzia had turned her attention back to G'ris as he bade farewell. "You never know what fashion trend might be started." And she knew a lot about fashion. Even the weavers here probably knew less than her about fashion. She waved farewell all the same and nodded, not realising that G'ris was mostly addressing H'tep for who else could he be addressing?
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