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Post by claire on Apr 3, 2011 20:17:46 GMT -5
It didn't matter how old you got: there would always be a part of you that squealed in childish joy when you woke to find it had snowed in the night. And snowed it had. The weyr was white, drifts mere inches thick in some places to feet deep in others. Large white flakes were still falling, slowly wiping away the footprints that criss-crossed the weyr bowl. Ice clung determinedly to the edges of the lake, only to be swept away by the motion of the faster water further out.
This was the sight which greeted Varan when he woke that morning and looked out of his window. And though it was so cold his breath hung in the air, though the light was the steely blue-grey of pre-dawn, a large part of him immediately reverted to being five turns old.
It was mere moments later that he was dressed in the warmest clothes he owned, all but bouncing out of the candidate barracks into the snow-covered landscape. What to do first, what to do first...snowdragon? Acquire something suitable for use as a sled? Snowball ambush on unsuspecting passers by? He didn't particularly care if this was immature behaviour unbecoming of a dragon candidate. Any trouble that might follow was a problem for another day. If anything was an excuse for immaturity, snow was.
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Post by Gray on Apr 3, 2011 20:53:23 GMT -5
Lyr had bundled herself in her warmest clothing, having knitted herself a scarf a fortnight over when trying to wind down from chores. Warm oranges and yellows worked together to give it a sunny feel. She loved snow, and she sat in the door watching it fall for a few moments. Satin chirped behind her, looking a tad bit silly in a tiny hat Lyr had made her. She of course did not know she looked silly, but she would bring a laugh to most.
Looking behind her, Lyr grinned and held out her arm for the firelizard to crawl on. She was warm against the woman's arm, like a little heater. Cradling the Firelizard close, Lyr ventured outside, grinning as familiar crunch of snow sounded underfoot. Of course, she couldn't contain her joy and longer. Lyr laughed like a kid, spinning in pace as a few snowflakes fell against her nose.
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It was all Ezekiel could do to pull his shoes on. He fumbled for a moment with them before finally slipping his foot in. Then he had to deal with the straps. Young boy's brow furrowed with frustration as he secured his shes. He had to hurry though, there was snow! Fresh snow! He wanted to be one of the first ones out there. Rhapsody had beat him to it, waking up the candidate by dropping fresh snow on his nose and placing her cold claws on his chest. It was a startling way to wake up to say the least.
Finally shoes were secured and he paused to make shirt his shirt was thick enough. It should have been. It was rare for the trader boy to be anywhere cold during winter, but he had a few long shorts just in case. Rhapsody cheeped in his ear, urging hers to go faster. She wanted to play in the white fluff as well! She nudged his back enough to get him moving, and the two were soon out in the bowl. Ezekiel stopped to marvel at the snow for a moment, but was quick to scoop some up and toss it in the air, dancing around.
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Snow? Yea, that white stuff? Frozen water driving in the air? Tasia hated it. Or at least, she said she did. Deep down, some where behind all that over puffed fluff and hate, she loved it. She loved it more than she could explain. She had only heard stories of it, as her family never had 'Winter' in the truest aspect. Living near the coast, the ocean didn't really freeze much. Sure, it got cold. But it never really snowed like that. She paused at the door to peer outside, clothed in a thicker version of her usual outfit. Green scarf was wrapped around her neck to keep her warm, her breath fogging up her classes from times to time.
Cautiously, she nudged the snow with her foot, as if it were going to attack her. But it just sat there, as snow is apt to do. Seeing that it wasn't anything malignant, Tasia strode out into the snow with her head held high. There was a stiff breeze, one that chilled her a bit. She looked at the ground and reached down to scoop up some snow, smooshing it in one hand. It was.. Weird and cold. She wasn't sure if she liked real snow, as much as she liked the idea of snow, but it wasn't terrible. Right then and there, Tasia decided one thing. She didn't hate it. |
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Post by alix on Apr 3, 2011 21:00:57 GMT -5
It snowed. Helenth lay comfortably on her couch, peering out through the mouth of her and P'ris's weyr. It's still snowing.
It's winter, her rider responded, pulling his furs over his head. No need to wake me up over it.
I want to fly in it, P'ris, the green insisted. You should come. It'll wake you up, and it looks so soft.
Klah would wake me up, the rider mentally muttered, but rose from his bed. He was awake already, and Helenth wasn't going to let him get back to sleep. Maybe her fascination with the first snow had something to do with dragons' poor memory, or maybe it was just another fancy of hers. Will you fly alone if I let you take me down so I can get me some, love?
I'll take you down and you can fly with me after you're done drinking. Apparently the dragon wasn't going to take no for an answer, today. At least she was going to give him time to wake up before chasing snowflakes like a possessed canine. That'd have to be good enough; soon he had her flight straps on and the green was gliding fairly sedately (especially considering P'ris could feel her itching to fly in every direction but straight forward in a draconic imitation of one of the snowflakes dancing down around them) down to the Weyr floor.
He dismounted and patted her flank. "Amuse yourself, sweetheart."
Helenth watched him disappear inside, then looked around. Maybe she'd join some of the Weyrbrats if they came out to play in the snow. It wasn't fancy flying, but it would still let her feel the snowflakes falling and melting on her hide. She liked that. It was like the sky was blowing kisses at her wings.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Apr 3, 2011 21:14:21 GMT -5
It was early in the morning when Kjara was awakened by an exuberant trumpet and a very loud mental voice, one that shattered the last bits of sleep in Kjara's mind. KjaraMine! KjaraMine! Look, it snowed! Loook! It's really pretty out! [/i] Bailarths tail thumped against he stone floor of their shared weyr as the energetic pink crooned and stared at Hers. Let's go outside! I want to dance in the snow, KjaraMine![/i] Bailarth's voice was filled to the brim with enthusiasm and energy as she bespoke Hers. Kjara pulled the furs tighter around her body as she groaned. "Bail... What time is it?" She felt like she hadn't even gotten a candlemark of sleep - Kjara had been kept up late by Bailarth's antics and now she was being awakened at the crack of dawn? Kjara groaned again, staring pitifully at her pink. Bailarth crooned happily, staring at Hers. Her gaze whirled with happy greens and blues as the pink spoke again, But Miiiiiine. Don't you want to go dance in the snow? Pleaaase?[/i] Seeing that Bailarth was clearly fixated on getting out and going dancing in the snow, Kjara sighed and slid out from under the furs. Her feet touched the stone floor and Kjara gave a yelp, shivering violently as she sought her boots out. When her boots were placed firmly on her feet, Kjara made her way to where her clothes were stored and found her warmest clothes, layering them so that she would be plenty warm outside. Yay, KjaraMine! Let's go![/i] Bailarth practically bounced as Kjara scrambled onto her back, not bothering with straps for such a short flight. And indeed, in a few short moments, Bailarth was settling on the ground in the Weyr Bowl, trumpeting happily. If the rest of the Weyr wasn't awake yet, well, they needed to be! Even though Rukbat was just beginning to rise, Bailarth felt as if everyone needed to be awake so that they could play in the snow! Kjara sighed and rubbed her temples as she slid from Bailarth's back. Her gaze settled on the five or so people (Kjara had counted as quickly as she could and it wasn't necessarily accurate...) who were already out and about and not awakened by Bailarth's loud and insistent trumpeting. The pinkrider gave a sigh of relief at that, though she still kept close to Bailarth's side. She wanted to get out and talk to someone a bit . . . But it made Kjara nervous and she was terribly shy. She didn't want to approach anyone! It made her palms clammy to just think about it. Bailarth, however, had no such qualms. The pink sought out the minds of everyone there as she shifted her weight rhythmically from foot to foot. Hello, I'm Bailarth! Mine is Kjara! It's nice to meet you![/i] Bailarth broadcasted happily, delighted to spy others who were interested in playing in the snow. Would you like to dance with me?[/i] Kjara cringed closer to Bailarth's side, shuddering. Why, Bailarth? the pinkrider whined mentally, staring at her pink. Because it's fun![/i][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Sakoru on Apr 3, 2011 21:20:43 GMT -5
Pandemoniuth was never, never, never bored. She was even less bored when she woke up to find snow dusting the weyrledge she shared with Tasakhori, and with an undragonlike squeal she dashes out and spread her wings, flapping them excitedly. TasakhoriMINEMINEMINEMINE! There's SNOW! Snowsnowsnow! I wanna play in it! Playplayplayplayplay! Plaaaaay in the snooooow, Mine!
Tasakhori groaned and rolled over, accidentally flinging her blanket onto the floor. Her bright green dragon saw it, warbled excitedly, and snatched it before Hers could, throwing her head around and waving the blanket with it. Her rider, shivering, sat up and rubbed her eyes, then laughed when she saw what her bonded was doing. "Pandy! Give that--- is that snow?" She bounded off her bed, scooting out to the ledge, and clapped her hands in delight. "It is snow! C'mon, lemme get dressed and we'll go outside!"
I told Mine there was snow! Run, Mine, run! Snow! Snowsnowsnow! I wanna plaaaay in the snooow! Wiggling excitedly, Pandemoniuth barely managed to contain herself. The instant Tasakhori was dressed and bundled up in her warm winter clothes, she dropped a leg for her rider, let her climb up, and rocketed outside, bugling gleefully. I shall make a burrow! A great big dragon-sized burrow of snow! Pandy announced, and Hers grinned as they spiraled down from the sky, landing not far from the newly-emerged candidate. Tasakhori slid from her dragon's back and scooped up some snow, then tossed it playfully at the boy, grinning. "Hello! Do you like snow, too!?"
Meanwhile, Pandemoniuth set about trying to make a dragon-sized burrow in a snowdrift that was about a foot deep. It didn't work, but she tried. Really, she did. And then she was distracted by a new voice in her head, one she didn't recognize but that offered friend-potential all the same. Instantly a reply exploded from the green's mind into Bailarth's, practically sparkling with enthusiasm. I have a TUNNEL! And I wanna dance! Let's dance! Dancedance! Do you like snow? I like snow! It's white! Here! Snow! Pandy scooped up a huge mouthful of snow, and hopped over to the pink (the only suspect for the owner of that voice). Dropping it in front of her, the green warbled proudly. We should play a GAME! I like games! But first, will you be my friend? I like friends too! Let's play a dancing game, friend-of-Pandemoniuth's!
Mine...?
Mizuko was already awake, but, tidying the weyr as she was, she hadn't paid much attention to the snow outside. She paused, straightening and turning to look back at her dragon. Gaspeth gazed at her with soft blue eyes, then looked outside with a soft croon. Mine, can we play in the snow? Another gentle croon. Her rider smiled, and approached the dragon, catching the big face in her hands and kissing the soft nose.
"Of course, beautiful. Pastry! Cobbler! Let's go, guys!" Mizu waved to her flits, both of whom were sitting on her pillow, looking around idly. Pastry launched into action instantly, chittering and zooming over to her bonded. She raced in circles around the rider's head, then dropped onto her shoulder and lay there lifelessly, unmoving. Her brother was slower to arrive, and did so in a dignified fashion, perching on Mizu's other shoulder. Thus prepared, the greenrider climbed up onto her bonded's back, and down they went.
Pastry immediately rocketed off, squealing and diving into a pile of snow, where she floundered around excitedly before stopping for several seconds and resuming action. Cobbler snorted disdainfully and remained on Mizu's shoulder.
Gaspeth did not remain still. She warbled softly, and reached out with a forepaw, gathering a big pile of snow and settling on her belly. Help me make a Snowth, Mine, she requested, and Mizu smiled, trotting to the pile of snow and kneeling next to it. "A Snowth, huh? All right. What colour is Snowth?" she inquired lightly, knowing full well that her infertile dragon dreamed of being a mother. Listening for the answer, she started to pat the snow into the shape of a dragonet.
Snowth is... white, Gaspeth decided, and nuzzled the snow-dragon, crooning softly. Mizuko smiled.
Lae, no. Please, X'mor groaned mentally. His green snorted and ruffled her wings, peering down at the snowy Bowl. She shook her head and rose to her feet, stalking back to glare at Hers with red-tinged green eyes. You'll go outside, X'morMine. I'm giving you the choice to put on your coat first, she snapped. The greenrider offered her a decidedly annoyed stare, then rose reluctantly to his feet and pulled on his warmest jacket and gloves, as well as his flight goggles.
"Fine, but I'm not going to like it," he grumbled aloud. His green crooned, a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snicker. Not liking it, X'mor deliberately took as much time as possible, and then glanced at Laemirath, wrinkling his brow slightly. "Are you goin' to fly tamely or will I need straps?"
I'll be good. Come on, Mine! The snow won't last forever, and it's so clean-looking! With an excited warble when Hers climbed atop her shoulders, Laemirath spread her wings and leapt neatly off the ledge, gliding down to the Bowl and landing in a spray of snow. Following her, green Nameleth squealed indignantly and zipped away in pursuit of snowflakes, intending to bite as many as possible.
X'mor, less than pleased with his pushy green, shook his head and remained on Lae's back, though she immediately began to bounce through the snowbanks, flinging the stuff every which way. Bugling to anyone within earshot, she proceeded to ignore her sombre, sober rider in favour of disturbing as much of the snow as she could.
Khemres knew that it was snowy outside, but he was tired. Still, he couldn't get to sleep, though it was wearing into the hours he would normally be asleep. Zetri was far more awake, chittering excitedly on top of the albino's hat, and the candidate shook his head. "Time to go out?" he asked softly, and was answered by an authoritative little chirp! There might be friends outside! And, naturally, Khemres was supposed to meet as many of them as possible.
Padding sedately down the hallway (and dressed in the warmest clothes he could find, plus his ever-present wide-brimmed hat), Khemres slipped out the front of the candidate barracks quietly, intending to avoid notice if possible. He didn't really want to be around other people, although Zetri trilled indignantly when he realized this and tried to make His go back toward civilization. Khemres, however, was having none of it; he continued towards one edge of the Bowl, sneaking away from the people he'd seen out front in as quiet a fashion as he could manage.
For once in his life, Sagaral was in a good mood. Decent, anyway. He was feeling a lot better than he had been (although he was still a somewhat scary sight), he was staying up late, and he knew it was snowing outside. The candidate had always liked winter, and it was giving him a fine excuse to put on his winter clothes and trot down the hallway, humming tunelessly to himself. A fuzzy red hat made his hair poof out from underneath it and make him look even more effeminate than usual, but the wher candidate didn't care. Today, he was going outside! He'd avoid everybody if he had to, but he wanted out!
And out he went, striding past the people gathered in front of the barracks. A snowball found its way into his hands; with no intention of actually hitting anyone with it (yet), Sagaral simply tossed it up in the air, watching it fly up into the snowflakes before it splatted back down into the ground with a barely audible thump.
Alatira woke to warm breath on her face. Startled, she yelped and swatted at the presence in her room, only to accidentally slap her black on the nose. Shiragath blinked solemnly at her, unhurt and unoffended, and nuzzled his rider's belly. Repentant, the girl scratched his eye ridges with a soft "I'm sorry," and then tilted her head, looking a bit puzzled. What's up, love?
There is snow outside. Shiragath augmented his comment with an image of the snow, exactly as it was. He then plopped down on his hindquarters and gazed at His expectantly. The black loved water, but he loved snow, too, and his longing to go outside and fly was very evident. Alatira, infected by her beloved dragon's desire, smiled and swung her legs out of bed, moving without words to put on her winter gear. Riding straps followed, and Shiragath shook himself, settling them firmly into place before his rider climbed up onto his neck and strapped herself in. The black wasn't a hyperactive creature, but he loved to fly fast and hard, and if Alatira hadn't known it, it would have become obvious when he shot off the ledge of their weyr and surged through the sky, great wings beating silently through the snow. Several loop-de-loops followed his swift launch, and then he settled for racing through the falling snow, low enough that his claws skimmed the tops of the snowbanks.
Caught up in the joy of first snowfall, Alatira flung up her hands and shouted to the sky. Shiragath, though silent, transmitted images of his own happiness to her, and the blackrider laughed aloud, waving to people on the ground as her mighty dragon shot over their heads. |
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Post by matsi on Apr 3, 2011 22:11:57 GMT -5
MINEEE! MINE WAKE UP! S’id awoke with a start and fell out of his bed and ran to Apoth.
”WHAT IS IT?!” He barked in surprise, only to find the young brown staring up at the sky in awe. His eyes whirled with wondrous colors, and his body slightly shook with excitement.
What is it mine? It is so pretty. So delicate. Like the life of a newly hatched dragonet. When placed right…it lives… The young brown watched a snow flake fall onto a pile of snow.
But, when it comes down at the wrong time and place…it dies…What is it S’idMine?
S’id was amused, and only stood there for a moment, watching the snow. Excitement was beginning to rouse like a fire in his chest. He didn’t care, he sharding loved the snow!
”It’s snow, Apoth! Let me get dressed and we will have fun in it! Apoth looked at his, slightly confused by the excited tone in his voice, but only crooned as S’id bolted away to get dressed.
S’id didn’t take long, and before long, he was ready to go, followed by the bouncing Apoth. The brown was pouncing into the snow drifts, sending snow into the air, then watching it drift back down. Both rider and dragon loved the refreshing chill of the snow on their skin. The sweet, crisp chill that seemed to remind a person how to live. S’id’s green eyes looked around at the bright whiteness, watching the other people and creatures that seemed to have the same idea as himself. He couldn’t blame them! It was amazing!
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Catori and Koketeth had been awake for quite some time now. Neither were happy to move, especially Koketeth. She hated the snow. Sure, it was better than the mud, but it was cold, and wet, and it stuck to her, and even worse, it didn’t look good with her hide, despite what Hers told her! It was these reasons, that she refused to move.
Catori knew better, though. She was hungry, and wanted food. Since Koketeth refused to take her to the dining hall, she had to walk. Sharding green dragon! Catori was less than thrilled with Koketeth’s stubbornness, and even more less thrilled with the cold as she bundled up and headed out.
Catori trekked through the snow, grumbling to herself in frustration. It was half way through her walk that she heard a bugle and turned to look at a familiar green. Catori couldn’t help but grin at Laemirath and sigh deeply at the thought of her rider. Okay, so maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad…
Koketeth, Lae and X’mor are out here,
Koketeth didn’t respond, but her mind was roused. Koketeth did like Laemirath. She was so pretty, and so fun! Maybe she would have to go out there too…. GRR! Koketeth finally stood, took flight, and within moments, landed next to Hers out in the snow. Disgusted, Koketeth sat up on her hind legs, not liking the feeling of the snow on her feet.
Wimp, Catori mentally laughed at her dragon, who only glared back. That was all the time Catori wasted though.
”LAEMIRATH! X’MOR!” She called, trying to call over the bounding green, and waving her arms. Koketeth warbled happily to her companion that she hadn’t seen much of since before the graduation of herself and Hers.
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MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!
P’rth was wide awake. He had been for quite some time, but hadn’t moved from his bed. He wanted to go back to sleep, and to fall back into the pleasant dreams he was having. Apparently, Aith had other plans.
”OH IN THE NAME OF FARNITH, WHAT, AITH?!” He finally bellowed as he sat up quickly and stared in the direction of his pink. He couldn’t see her, but he could hear her bouncing around in an excited manner.
MINE, P’RTH MINE! THERE IS SNOW! EVERYWHERE! CAN WE GO PLAY? PLEASE MINELOVE? As she spoke, P’rth had gotten up and moved towards her ledge only to see her bouncing from one leg to the other. Her body twitched with excitement and her eyes were brightly colored.
”No,” P’rth’s response was sharp and quick, and earned quite a glare from his pink. She didn’t understand! Why didn’t Hers want to go out and play in the snow?! The snow was amazing! Maybe she had to get mean? If she could…
MINE! Lets go or I will leave you!
P’rth looked at Aith with a death glare, his silver eyes showing no amusement.
”Alright, bye,” He said as he turned around and began to walk away again. Aith was heartbroken. She let out a whimper of dissappointment and lay back down on her ledge. If she could have cried, she would have been crying like mad. Her whimpers echoed in P’rth’s weyr, and her disappointment pounded in his chest. He ignored it at first. Aith’s whimpers became more and more pitiful, and her sadness was becoming overwhelming. With a sigh, P’rth got dressed and headed out of his weyr.
Fine. I will meet you in the bowl,
There was an excited roar from the pink as she took off and flew to the bowl.
By the time P’rth got to where Aith was, the pink was rolling in the snow like a spring time puppy.
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Post by princesal on Apr 3, 2011 23:27:46 GMT -5
It was cold.
That was the first thing that came to Weslin's mind when he opened up his eyes. That he was cold, even with the fire going in his shared room, he was still cold. Maybe now he'd have to admit that he had gotten really spoiled traveling with his parents. They were never without fur, and if it was going to be nippy he got to sleep right next to the fire, covered with so many layers that more often enough he woke up sweating rather than shivering. He needed a big old canine or several felines to keep him warm during the night, he could huddle up to their warmth, steal it from them in the night. Either that or convince someone that it'd be a good idea to share body heat with him... yeah, like that would happen.
The second thing he noticed as he barely opened his eyes is that for once, Nality was sleeping, the light green flitter had curled up into a little ball underneath the blankets with him. Every now and then she started to run in place, and it was amusing to see that even during rest she couldn't sit still. She had quickly become his saving grace. He now had someone to talk to, and even though she ran around chirping, he felt that somehow she was still listening to him... and even though sometime she ran away, he knew that it was only because he wanted him to chase her. She depended on him, he took care of her... and... and it felt really nice to be wanted, to be depended on. Moving the blanket, he put it back on the dreaming flit, hoping that it would keep the warmth around her, which brought him to the third thing.
As Weslin stood up, bouncing foot to foot because of the cold floor, he thought that the light coming from his window was strange. When he looked out at it, his eyes went from barely open to wide, and amazed.
Snow!
It had snowed!
Snow snow snow snow!!!
He liked snow! Not as much as he liked other things, but it was head and shoulders above the lake, and... did that mean that the lake was frozen?! That would be really cool to walk on! Snow! Running over to his trunk, tripping over his foot first, and crashing to the ground, he finally got over there, and was pulling out his winter clothes. They were big heavy and heavy, furs knitted together. As he pulled them on, he disappeared under the layers eventually, big fur coat, and pants, and boots, and a knitted scarf that wrapped around his mouth. Eventually the only thing visible were his light blue eyes, and the patch of skin around them, dark hair falling into his eyes as the hat pushed his hair down.
Wes damn near sprinted outside, and then there he was! Surrounded by the snow, he was distracted enough, and the snow was blinding enough that he tripped over a hill of snow, or a person, whatever it was it sent him falling, and his legs kept going so that he eventually winded up on his back. There he laid, looking up at the sky.
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Post by blue on Apr 4, 2011 11:33:54 GMT -5
Delgar tugged his sleeping furs tighter around himself. It was cold. He didn't like it when it was cold! It was clearly some sort of Evil Plot by whoever was in charge of the weather. He wasn't sure what the goal of said Plot was, but he knew that he didn't like it. And obviously, the best way to fight it was to stay huddled in his sleeping furs where he was almost (but not quite) warm enough. Didn't the West know that winter was supposed to be not-hot-enough-to-melt-flesh, not actually cold cold? He'd have to let them know. But not until it got warm. Until it got warm or the wher eggs Hatched, he was staying under his furs.
Delgar heard people running down the corridor outside his door and he poked his head out. Why were people running? Was there an Adventure? ...Could you have Adventures when you were half-frozen? Especially since it sounded like everyone was going outside, where it was even colder[/b]. This needed to be investigated. Getting out of bed was a difficult maneuver. He had to be careful to keep the furs wrapped around him as much as possible, and keep his feet headed for his slippers, because touching the stone floor was Not Fun. He had discovered this from experience.
Maneuver accomplished, he shuffled over to the window and stared. Everything was white. Why was everything white? Everything was not supposed to be white. This really did need to be investigated. It could be part of the same Evil Plot as the cold. Such Plots could not be allowed, and brave future wherhandler Delgar apparently had to be the one to stop them. Ah, the burdens of responsibility.
He got dressed, donning enough layers to make himself look more like a walking pile of clothing than a boy, and made his way slowly out of his room and to the exit. It was kind of hard to walk with all the layers he was wearing, but it was worth it to not feel like his skin was going to freeze and crack off any minute.
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Tana bounded out of bed, humming to herself. Thing had slept through the night without banging on the windchimes, which automatically made it a good morning. She stroked Thing lightly after she had gotten dressed. "C'mon, my lovely, it snowed last night." Thing hadn't seen snow yet. Tana was sure she'd love it. As Thing grumbled and stretched like a feline, Tana looked up at Cal's bunk. Still asleep, it looked like.
"Cal! It snowed! Wake up, we have to go outside!" Sure, they were mature and mostly grown. But it was snow! The perfect chance to be a little kid for a morning! How could someone want to sleep through that? Surely Cal would be glad that she woke her up.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Apr 4, 2011 21:42:38 GMT -5
Ducking his head as a landing dragon threatened to clip it off, Qosis maintained the orderly little path he had been carving since before dawn. No chores this morning, and an imperative to finish his self-oriented "work" before the rest of the Weyr realized the Winter's bounty had put him out of the barracks at an early hour. He watched for whers, but as always the sight of them evaded him. Now dragon wings glittering with specks of snow were taking over the morning, as he made his final round back to the barracks. In truth his jogging line was not entirely self-made: he had kept close to the Weyr walls, where the ground was somewhat sheltered from the snow and thus did not transform his running into wading.
Now he was just beside Dalibor's northern waterfall, hanging away from the bridge so he did not get doused with icy mist. In addition to the dragons dive-bombing snow piles around the Bowl, Candidates had fluttered out of the barracks and were crowding the entryway. Panting misty clouds past the red scarf pulled over his mouth and nose, Qosis eased to a stop and immediately stretched out his legs, one at a time. Then he started to wander toward the barracks-- only another dragon smacked into the snow right in front of him, the wind off its landing wingbeats nearly toppling him. Qosis his arm out, hand wrapped in a thick grey mitten his only shield. He backed up and bumped into the stone of the northeast wall. This dragon seemed to be the last of the immediate joiners to the mirth, but Qosis had experienced enough of the affair already.
He looked around himself, then made for a shallow ramp in the wall by old stone formations. He was able to walk up, then cross to a steeper section where there was a ledge too small to sun a dragon but big enough for him to sit and wait out the others. He was not sure he would even be able to get past the wall of Candidates into the barracks. Adjusting his winter cap, the trader resigned himself to enjoying the view. Dalibor had nothing on the roads to High Reaches or Bitra. Qosis wished his brain would stop double-checking for collapsed people in the snow. On his perch, some twenty feet from the Bowl floor, there was still a hearty enough helping of snow that when he sat down it made for a padded throne. His long, sore legs hung from the edge, and his hands rested on the snow piles at his sides. He was a little sweaty despite the cold. A few moments of watching and he sneezed, legs swinging lightly at the force of it.
Sniffling, he eyed some of the Candidates who were at last wandering away from the crowd. They were playing in the snow with similar delight to the dragons, or in some cases simply gazing about themselves in wonder. Qosis considered the majestic flight of a single glob of snow, propelled heavenward by one of these brave forerunners. He raised his eyebrows when, instead of landing on a person's head as it should have, the projectile spluttered apart on the ground. Unimpressive. He squinted a little closer at the Candidate in question, Sagaral. One of the wherlings-to-be, Qosis decided. Perhaps he was trying to aim, only he fell prey to the bright sunlight and odd hours. The trader decided to demonstrate how it was done. It helped that he did not think anyone would be able to tell where the attack came from; no one was looking for a bomber up the wall.
Qosis picked up a good-sized ball of snow, packed it loosely , then flung it in a magnificent U-shaped arc at Sagaral's head.
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Post by larkwing on Apr 4, 2011 22:10:11 GMT -5
AraMine! Why is the bowl covered in white? It's cold too. It wasn't this cold in Ista, Mine. Avirith complained from where she perched on the cave's edge. The green rider finished pulling on a jacket and some boots, before finally going over to the dragon. "It's snow Avi! Oh, I've always wanted to see snow. You are right though, it's freezing." Ara shivered as she pulled all the riding gear into place. Making sure it was nice and tight, the rider called the still sleeping firelizard to her. "Aries, come on. You wouldn't want to miss out would you?"
The firelizard gave an unhappy chirp, but lifted her little head anyway. She was growing up to be quite the nice green, according to Ara at least. Already, she was as long as the rider's arm, tail tip to nose. Flapping into the air, the blueish green flit went to Hers and Big Sister Green. Trilling, she landed in-between Ara and Avirith's neck.
"Alright. Let's get going Avi." Avirith crooned and gave a little roar, that was more happy than ferocious. Arching her wings, the green lifted into the air momentarily, before diving down toward the bowl. They were there quickly, and Avirith spiraled around the area to find a nice place to land. Finally seeing one, the green lighted down to the snow covered ground. Oh! It's wet Mine, and cold. Very cold, Mine. Avirith sniffed at the snow covered ground, her eyes swirling fast with curiosity. Looking around, Ara tried to see if she knew anyone around. The truth was, everyone was so busy playing in the snow that she couldn't tell who was who quite yet. "Keep a look out for anyone we know, okay Avirith?" The green nodded and went back to nudging some snow into a little pile.
Aries in the meantime had flown off of Avirith's neck and started spiraling around the bowl. Everything was white! Chirping happily, the little firelizard dive-bomed into a snow drift. Cold, cold, cold. Ara laughed as the firelizard's feelings came through to her and Avi. The little green poked her head out of the pile and trilled, not amused in the least by her failure. She wanted to go through the snow drift, not into it. Clambering up, she shook her front end free of the clinging white snow. With a hiss though, Aries looked back and the lower half. Stuck! Stuck, stuck stuck! She did not like this at all. It was cold, and wet, and she couldn't get out.
AraMine, she's stuck in the snow. The silly little green. Avirith laughed inside her rider's head, and Ara rolled her eyes. Walking over, the green rider easily picked her firelizard out of the snow pile. "There better now?" She asked, bringing the little green up to her face. Aries crooned and rubbed her head against Ara's neck and jawline. Better, much better. Back where she landed, Avirith had put together a rather large lump of snow. What are you going to do with that Avi? The green spread her wings and crooned. This! With a sweep of her tail, the green sent the snow in an arc over her head and into the air. It came down in little flurries. Isn't it beautiful Mine? It dances...the green trailed off, too preocupied with watching to think anything else. Yes Avi, yes it is.
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Larka had known it would snow soon. She could feel it in the air, just as she could back home in Benden. Now, the bowl was entirely blanketed with the white fluff. Smiling, the candidate raced into her room and went straight for the trunk containing her clothes. Tris, who had woken up on her pillow, now padded over to the edge of Larka's bed and crooned at His. "It's snow Tris!" His exclaimed happily. The black didn't know what this snow was, however His seemed thrilled by it. So, naturally the firelizard couldn't wait to see it too.
Pulling a pair of work pants, a thick sweaterish top and a jacket from her clothes, Larka put them on quickly. Tossing her long hair over her shoulder so she could braid it easier, the candidate accomplished the last of her preperations within seconds. "Come on you." She smiled at her firelizard and held out her hand for him to fly up onto. Chirping excitedly, Tris did just that and then clambered up her arm to her shoulders. Go, go, go! The black sent the thought to His, and Larka didn't need telling again.
Heading through the corridors, Larka paused momentarily between the juncture of the boys and girls barracks. Would she go get Relati? No, he's probably already there. That done, the candidate continued out into the bowl. "It's so beautiful. Look Tris, this is like home." Of course, the firelizard who had hatched after Larka had gotten to Dalibor, had no idea what her home really was like. Still, he trilled happily and flew down and onto the white ground. Larka picked some of the snow in her hands and cradled it like a newborn infant. Just like home....
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Rin ran out into the cold snow. Flopping down onto the wet ground, he spread out his hands as far as they would go. He loved making snow angels back at Benden. The Wher Candidate gave a loud, wordless shout and rolled over and over. Sitting up again, the blond shook his hair out from his eyes and looked around. People were having fun! That was great. Nothing could be better than a whole Weyr having fun!
Nearby a green dragon sent a cascade of snow flying into the air and Rin had to laugh. A black firelizard spiraled around the bowl, and other dragons, humans, and firelzards were off having fun. Grabbing a handful of snow, the candidate balled it up into a sphere. Glancing around for a good target, Rin finally just chose to close his eyes and throw the snowball in a random direction.
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Sakoru
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Post by Sakoru on Apr 10, 2011 23:55:39 GMT -5
Laemirath, bounding gleefully through the snowbanks, was engaged in totally ignoring her rider's grumpy mood. She slammed through a wall of snow, sending it flying everywhere, and then flapped her wings madly, creating a miniature blizzard with the stuff. X'mor, on her back, hung onto a neck ridge, not wanting to catapult straight down into a pile of snow. It was impossible to ignore the green's leaping and flailing; he rolled his eyes and pulled his goggles down over his eyes, not wanting to be blinded.
Unexpectedly, the striped green gave a warble of delight, and spun around, flaring her wings and hurtling towards Koketeth when she heard the younger dragon call. Koketeth! Isn't this snow wonderful? Mine hates it, she sniggered, folding her wings and stretching out her nose to reach for the other green. She hadn't seen Koketeth in months, not since Hers had been caught kissing Koketeth's and kept from going near her. And, she was surprised to find, she missed her terribly. Catori's green was one of the few dragons Laemirath actually liked: her and Eondith, whom the larger dragon adored.
A sharp yelp escaped X'mor when his green abruptly whipped around and launched herself back through the snowbanks she'd already destroyed. He clung desperately to her neck, and then it registered that a voice he definitely liked had called to him. Koketeth was standing there, dwarfing the much smaller figure of Catori, but it was definitely the latter who had called. Laemirath had evidently been responding to their presence, and now that he knew why she had returned back here, his irritation ebbed.
Sliding from the green's back, X'mor landed neatly in a pile of snow, grateful for the wherhide boots he wore. A half-smile pulled up one corner of his mouth, and he approached Catori, leaving the greens to socialize as they would. "Catori! It's been awhile," he commented dryly. A very long while, but he still remembered exactly what it felt like to hold her and kiss her. Perhaps she had a new love interest by now... but X'mor would win her back to him if she did. He liked Catori, he liked her kisses, and he liked that his dragon actually approved of hers. R'fus was not a romantic option, even though Lae loved Eondith with all her heart. But X'mor was straight... and he was entirely happy to be that way, especially when he could meet with a gorgeous girl like Catori.
"How have you been?" he asked softly, extending a gloved hand to the other greenrider and pushing his goggles up on his forehead. The warmth in his eyes when he said it was real: he missed Catori, and he really did care about how she'd been. Quite surprising, that.
Wham.
With no warning at all, something smacked into the back of Sagaral's head, making him stagger with the unexpected hit. Abruptly his good mood shattered; he spun around, scooping up his own snowball as he searched for the perpetrator. He hadn't even been doing anything! Honestly, he hadn't even hit anyone with his own snowball. And now there was no way to know who had thrown it at him; nobody was looking in his direction but that was to be expected, and he didn't even see the boy sitting on the wall.
Hmm. Rolling the snowball idly between his mittened hands, and distinctly annoyed with whomever had thrown it, the wher candidate decided that somebody at least had to get hit if he was going to. He'd always been a reasonably good shot with rocks; why not snowballs? They were lighter, and they weren't nearly as lethal as stones could be. Knowing that, and knowing that he wouldn't kill anybody no matter how hard he threw, Sagaral whipped the snowball at Rin, who had the misfortune not to be facing him at the moment. The kid had had a snowball; for all Sagaral knew he was the unseen assailant who'd pelted him in the back of the head. Either way, he would have his revenge on somebody. |
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