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Post by Ruin on Jun 24, 2011 20:35:27 GMT -5
Water blue as the sky above lapped around his legs as he sat perched upon the giant rock which had long since been smoothed by the ocean’s waves. Although he was not the only thing on said rock; behind him curled the ever-growing Pink body of Agnith, and in his lap rested her head. She was soft and warm and sleeping quietly: Though earlier it had been all chatter and licking and pictures and water. Fall had fully settled over Dalibor, and he had taken it in stride—as had the Weyrlings with which he was spending time. Perhaps there had been some rocky ground over those sevendays since their first shipfish hunting excursion, but here they were again; looking for friends to be made, and with new friends added to the hunt. “Maybe they stick mostly to the South of the island? Crescent has their Dolphinhall. “ His feet splashed playfully into the water; true he was technically out at sea—but he wasn’t swimming around with the freedom that Xiro’el and Delilah displayed as they splashed playfully while being stalked by his Tigreath.
In fact it had taken some coaxing to get him into the water at all; after he had taken care of Requias—and after he had a long thoughtful pause back to that previous day on the beach; a broody moment that had been shared by the Trader—though they had both pretended not to notice the other or alert Delilah to the internal drama. Now they were here, in the ocean—well Xiro and the Pinkrider were, and Sebol sat on his rock in the sunlight looking thoroughly pleased with his self while cradling the head of Agnith (wondering perhaps if he would do this with his dragon someday); attempting to acquire some sort of tan based upon one day of freedom. Freedom from his long-sleeved tunic anyway. With the next hatching still many sevendays away he was always looking for more entertaining ways to spend his Candidacy—and with Requias enjoying her own type of freedom on-shore; he was free to pursue his happiness in the form of shipfish.
“Is that a fin there,” his arm flung outward pointing vaguely at the Northern Continent for all that it would help the Trader or Delilah to see what, to Sebolaren, appeared to be a fin amongst the waves. Of course Tigreath would know if there were dolphins around—wouldn’t she? Everything he had heard about the creatures made them seem quite intelligent, and well-liked by dragons. His lips pursed tightly as he shielded his eyes from the sun and focused on that spot with rapt determination.
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Post by Sakoru on Jun 24, 2011 21:09:27 GMT -5
"They might," Xiro called back, twisting out of the way as his dragon leapt to pounce on him, "but surely they'd come up this way too. Tigs! Quit that!" He splashed an armful of water at his cyan, who bugled a challenge and stroked her wings through the water to drench Hers in seawater. The trader yelped, laughing, and swam away to hide behind a large rock.
I shall find you, Mine! And then... ooh. Oh, I know what to do! Tigreath warbled excitedly, and clambered up onto one of the great boulders sticking out of the water. Apparently forgetting all about finding her bonded, she balanced atop the rock, fanned out her rather large wings, and lifted her head as high as she could manage. A small push, and those lean, strong forearms were in the air, with the cyan's more powerful hind legs keeping her propped up. She'd heard Sebol's inquiry, and now angled her head in the direction of the supposed fin. I don't see anything. Maybe it went back underwater.
Climbing onto his own rock, Xiro stood and looked in the same direction, squinting, before turning back to the man on the boulder. "Tigs says she doesn't see any fins," he relayed, and lifted a hand to shade his eyes. "Not that I can see either. You know," the cyanrider turned back towards the other man, "you should really come and swim. Tigreath will save you from any monsters." Winking, he climbed to the highest part of the rock he stood on, ready to swan-dive off only to find Tigreath there, eyes swirling brightly. Found you, Mine!
Laughing, the weyrling backed away a little, allowing the growing dragonet to climb up in front of him and flare her wings wide. She almost dwarfed her rider, now; he lifted his arms high above his head and grabbed the bright muzzle in his hands before turning his head to grin back at Sebol, then Delilah. "Caught a monster!" he shouted, and then his brows drew together slightly, seeing someone approaching with a dragonet similar in size to his own... but yellow-green. He vaguely remembered her from the Hatching. "Who's that?"
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 24, 2011 21:29:27 GMT -5
Despite the cheerfulness now on display, it had actually taken Agnith some time to coax Delilah into the ocean in the first place, and that argument - taking place entirely silently between the two - was likely the reason she'd missed any shared angst between the trader and the Herder. Her points (that it was freezing, that she was here with men, that it was potentially unsafe) had all been met by Agnith's enthusiastic determination. Cold was sometimes good and Delilah had such a warm heart that it would be fine! She wasn't just with boys, because Agnith and Tigreath were here too! And Agnith would protect her, and so would the shipfish!
Once the girl had stripped down to undershirt and cut-off trousers, which she usually just slept in on hot, muffling nights, the pink dragonet had all but shoved her into the water, and then proceeded to swim for all of a minute before clambering onto the rock to chatter and watch for shipfish and finally, fall asleep. As soon as her skin adjusted to the water, Delilah had to admit, she began to enjoy this rest day - but she kept a close eye on Xiro'el and his dragonet, knowing enough of Tigreath to suspect it entirely possible the rider would start to turn as blue as his bonded, having happily made some sort of bet that would lead him to stay in the water too long.
At Sebol's words, she turned and treaded water, gazing out over the waves; but she saw nothing, and her eyes flicked up to the sky. "Do you think those are rainclouds?" she called. Just what they needed, really. She flinched away from Tigreath's splashing and started to paddle back toward Agnith, requiring a bit of a rest from the cold before it sank into her muscles, and she giggled at Xiro'el's antics. Ordinarily, the trader and his dragonet were exactly the sort of people who drove her up a wall, but thus far, today she just felt relaxed and comfortable. With friends. Perhaps Agnith was already having a good effect on her.
Craning her neck, she said, "It's Gess - G'dan and Prith, of course." No other dragon near that color had hatched with theirs, and she certainly spent enough time studying with that pair to be quite sure it was them. She lifted a pale arm, already starting to burn slightly to wave at him, though it was doubtful he could even see her through the waves, much less recognise her with her bright hair plastered to her head.
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Post by Rii on Jun 24, 2011 21:52:49 GMT -5
You are tired and upset, G’dan. Let us go to the beach and watch the waves. The tides will restore your balance,[/i] Prith encouraged her rider. It had been frustrating; a morning spent testing his latest idea had been rife with failure. In the end, even the usually mild tinkerer had been put out – ending with him throwing the small winged contraption across his room with an oath. Luckily his roommate was out somewhere. He didn’t have to worry about startling or upsetting the other shy young man.
Gess heaved a sigh and crossed the room to pick up his damaged small-scale model. Maybe. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
We have been in here too long. Don’t worry about your idea; it will come together in time. We will go and you can clear your mind as Sebolaren taught you.[/i]
He had to admit that Prith had the right of it again. The hike out of the Weyr Bowl and down to the beach was taken at an unhurried pace. It was rather nice to be out of the circle of the Weyr walls for once, and it was a beautiful day for it – even Gess was not blind to such things. The fresh air helped blow the thoughts of his thus-far-failed project and its frustrations from his mind. Eventually he broke from the forest onto sandy beach, finding with some surprise that he wasn’t the first to have this idea today. A runner stood tethered at the forest’s edge, and belongings were scattered on the shore in their separate piles. G’dan halted, wondering who they belonged to, and whether perhaps he should retreat and find somewhere else to spend the rest of his rest day.
It is Agnith and Delilah, Tigreath and her rider, and Sebolaren. It is fine. You should go see them.[/i]
Well, he could hardly argue with that.
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Post by Ruin on Jun 24, 2011 22:02:08 GMT -5
He was a man content; happy to let the trio do their hunting while he relaxed with Agnith and contemplated, well…everything. Soon to be hatching, and thread to fall; whether Daymar would ever find out that flight lust was real—and if it would be long after they had parted ways as room-mates. All the while his hands stroked that soft pink head that lay in his lap; his face a mixture of stupid and happiness while he remained worry free. Worry free for all of thirty seconds after asking if he had spied a shipfish in the ocean; because that question had been followed by dreaded words—at least when he was partially naked.
It was a compulsive action at this point. He was in the water before he had even known that water was the plan. Twisting away from the Pink he slipped in on the far side; the air driven from his lungs by the sudden change in temperature around his chest cavity. He snorted into the water as he tread it with all four of his limbs. At least he could swim. He was probably going to die due to some freak animal attack—but he could keep his head above water. What would he do if this new person stayed, try to swim his way around the island and wander into the Weyr wrapped in leaves.
Amazing job, Sebol—you’ve done it yet again. Then Delilah answered the question which had only been asked moments before. Gess? The Herder didn’t know whether to laugh or curse; nor could he choose between courage and fear. So he stayed there; his eyes throwing querying daggers at Xiro’el in the hopes that the man might have some greater plan than he—hopefully one that wouldn’t result in him losing a friend, teacher, and future fellow Dragonrider.
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Post by Sakoru on Jun 24, 2011 22:36:13 GMT -5
Though fully aware of Delilah's watchful eye, Xiro'el ignored it. Caution was nothing to him! Ha! He lived for this -- for the sensation of freedom on an off day, even if he couldn't actually leave the island yet. Never would he succumb to the water that might freeze mortal men, for he had freedom to live for! That, and he was being fueled by his dragon's recklessness. Between the pair of them, they probably had enough foolishness to power the entire Weyr for a day.
Rain clouds? Xiro looked up to the sky, not letting go of his dragon's face. The cyan squealed and shook her head, nearly sending her rider flying, and he grinned, petting her nose. "Might be. Thrilling storms, away! Bring on the thunder and lightning!" Flinging his arms skyward, the trader mentally hinted at Tigreath, and she rose up onto her hind legs, flaring her great wings above him to provide a blue echo for his own much smaller form. The cyan roared emphatically, beating her wings against the sky, and Xiro laughed, only to notice that his question had been answered. Oh. G'dan and Prith. Right.
And Sebol's tattoos were showing. Double right. The trader caught the candidate's glimpse, and responded instantly. Attack, Tigreath! he ordered, and she released a rumble of delight, leaping past her rider (who ducked), to bound into the water next to Sebol. Warbling in delight, she splashed water at him, creating enough of a flurry that G'dan might, possibly, be distracted long enough to allow Xiro'el to swim to shore and grab the larger man's shirt for him.
Or, just as good... distract him! Oh, yes! Much less suspicious, that. Changing tacks, the cyanrider scrambled up onto a rock, climbed as high as he could, and waved to G'dan, grinning ear-to-ear. "HEY! G'dan! Greenriding person I barely know! Beautiful weather, isn't it?" He waved at the gathering clouds overhead, laughing, and then dove from the rock and cut towards shore once again, hoping to reach Sebol's shirt and deliver it to the other man before Tigreath got bored with flailing at him. A tattoo discovery probably wasn't what the dragon candidate wanted right now, after all. And if he couldn't reach the shirt, well... there were other means with which to keep people quiet about things they shouldn't know, yeah?
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 24, 2011 22:47:32 GMT -5
So much for "relaxed and comfortable." So much happened in quick succession: Sebol dove into the water, and when Agnith's head slipped from his lap, she slipped into the water. The only sign of her vocal shriek was a plume of bubbles, unnoticeable in the splash zone; however, her mindvoice beamed out to everyone in the vicinity. Eeeeeee! Cold! Coldwetbubblesinmynose![/i]
Instinctively, Delilah struck out for her flailing pink, who had apparently forgotten how to swim in her sleepy confusion. However, as Agnith was so near Sebol, this placed Delilah directly in the path of Tigreath's furious splashing. Spluttering as water sprayed into her eyes and mouth, Delilah ordered at top volume, "Stop that, you're going to drown him!" And after their first meeting had ended in her sort of rescuing him from such a fate, she was certainly not going to allow it to happen now.
Agnith chose that moment to surface, swamping Delilah - and perhaps Sebol as well, but she could hardly see how he weathered the dual dragon attack, as the waves drove her momentarily under and into the icy-salty blackness of the sea. Having not had a moment to catch a breath, Delilah instinctively fought for air and light, clawing her way in the direction she thought was up. And it was, but just as her head rose above the water, Agnith noted her predicament and shrieked, this time aloud, her cry carrying well across the ocean. Her tail lashed out and around Delilah's chest. I'll save you, DelilahMine![/i] she promised, not even realizing that her actions succeeded in temporarily ducking her rider once again, resulting in the healer getting a lungful of water.
Therefore, she was hardly in any position to consider Tigreath's potentially dangerous antics, Sebol's possible drowning, Xiro'el's attempt at distraction, or G'dan and Prith's reaction to the nightmare, because she just choked and tried not to die as Agnith towed her back to the rock, claws scrabbling as she tried to get herself onto it again.
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Post by Rii on Jun 24, 2011 22:49:00 GMT -5
The customary shy smile that Gess reserved for displaying his waking happiness lit his face when the people sporting in the water were identified. Although he wasn’t familiar with Tigreath or her rider, the other two named were the only two in the Weyr he considered real friends. Long hours of study with Delilah had built a friendship based on their mutual struggles in learning everything needed of weyrlings, and he derived real enjoyment from their study sessions no matter how tiring and sometimes frustratingly difficult they were.
And Sebolaren... well, he was Sebol. On second meeting the man had played the hero for the smith, and they’d not fought still. The herder was a staunch friend and a determined student, and G’dan was proud of the progress he was showing in learning what drafting skills the weyrling could teach. And in return the tall man had helped him gain some focus, teaching the dreamer to meditate and clear his thoughts in times of need. It was one of the most valuable things anyone could offer him.
Xiro’el’s boisterous greeting startled G’dan, and he stared at the trader with an awkward confusion before regaining himself. “Um... yeah? I guess so... I mean, the worst we’ll get is probably a bit of rain...” He stumbled over the words, feeling more awkward than ever around someone so confident and energetic. Shells, he really was such an idiot, tripping over his own tongue. “Is the water cold? Though – I mean – if everyone’s swimming, it’s not frigid, and... yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head and considered the possibility of beating a fast retreat, whether his friends were present or not.
This was all set aside to gawk at the chaos that had erupted in the water. "What... in the name of the first egg are they doing?"
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Post by Ruin on Jun 24, 2011 23:02:25 GMT -5
He hadn’t expected Agnith to fall in with him and his large powerful arms were trying to bring her back to the surface and to the rock with a grim determination that never wavered even when he felt her claws slashing across his arms and torso. Coldcoldcold the words pounded against him painfully, those words were even more painful than her claws—driving him to a greater effort. Almost, almost he was certain that he could have the Pink back on dry land—but then Tigreath arrived; driving Delilah before her in sprays of water that left both two-legger’s sputtering.
He found himself grateful for his constant distraction of swimming—moreso that he did it within the depths of night; the fact that he was in the ocean left his mind when he saw Delilah go under. The world was a mess of wingsails, tails, and claws. And Sebolaren was furious. Every single time he stepped foot outside any building disaster seemed to follow him; and usually involved his tattoos—he was a danger to his friends even when they only meant to relax. He would not lose Delilah or Agnith or any of these wherry-brained dimglows.
TIGREATH, YOU’VE ALLOWED YOUR XIRO’EL TO ESCAPE, HE HAS DISTRACTED YOU
That stream of thought was all his mind shouted at the top of his mental lungs directly at the Cyan filling it with as much excitement, and conspiracy, and danger as he could muster while also half underwater reaching for Delilah—he didn’t even stop to see if it had worked. He reached the Pinkrider just as Agnith realized she could be of great help by nearly drowning the woman again. With an exasperated sigh Sebol pulled Delilah close to him; disregarding the Pink’s tail, and then he drove his back into the dragon’s hind legs. Finding rock beneath his feet he braced himself and pushed upward without a thought that Agnith might gouge his back using him as a stepping-ledge to the rock. The only thing that really mattered was that neither of them was currently drowning.
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Post by Sakoru on Jun 24, 2011 23:09:55 GMT -5
Admittedly the Tigreath-attack plan hadn't been an especially good one, but Xiro had full confidence that everyone in the situation would survive. This probably had something to do with the fact that it had been his idea for the cyan to nearly-drown people anyway. Bad idea? Possibly! But nobody would die, so it was all okay. Still... hey, tone it down, the rider ordered, with the command coinciding neatly with Delilah's shout for the dragon to stop.
Tigreath did so only reluctantly. With a disappointed sigh, she stopped flapping her wings, ending the storm of currents and dragon-caused waves, and paid attention to her pink sister instead. Agnith! Agnith, you should climb up to the top of the rock with Yours and then jump off and do a backflip and it'll be TOTALLY WICKED! she suggested excitedly, eyes swirling bright blue as she watched her sister, hoping the pink would do as she asked. That would just be so sweet! Everyone should do something dangerous!
Unfazed by the awkwardness with which he was greeted, Xiro'el grinned from the water and waved at the greenrider, letting him know that he was still paying attention. "Maybe. A full-blown storm would be great, though! All that wind and thunder and lightning! Not like that makes for very safe swimming," he added laughingly, "but yeah! The water's beautiful!" At least, it was to someone who had skin of steel like Xiro did.
Wham.
Out of nowhere, a cyan form tackled the trader, and he yelped, slamming face-first into the sand. I CAUGHT MY XIRO'ELMINE! Tigreath announced loudly to everyone within earshot, and proceeded to flop down on top of her rider. He groaned, forgetting all about his company, and let his head drop into the sand, finding it too much effort to try and look around. From somewhere off to his left he could hear Lakeeti bark, but he waved a hand and silenced her. Oh, shells. You're HEAVY, Tigreath. Get off me!
Mine has been caught by the fearsome Tigreath! She shall now eat him! the cyan announced, and proceeded to lick Hers' back, making him squirm in protest. Go bug Prith! the rider grumbled, but his dragon refused, and remained on top of him, surveying her domain from her crushed perch. Tigreath is QUEEN! Shiny cyan queen! And she says SWIM! SWIM DANGEROUSLY, TIGREATH'S SUBJECTS!
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 24, 2011 23:21:58 GMT -5
The cold had temporarily numbed Agnith's hide, so that she was quite unaware of Sebol's presence until she had already marked him with her talons. Fortunately for the herder, she stopped her mad scramble to achieve the top of the rock just in time to avoid clawing him up even further; the distraction was made by Tigreath, of course, and the mental image of herself doing a backflip gave Agnith pause just long enough for her mind to settle. A little bit, anyway.
Clearly, Delilah could not breathe; in fact, she was coughing out water, clinging tightly to Sebol's inked arm with one hand and the pink's tail with the other, legs kicking frantically in an attempt to keep herself from slipping under again. The dragonet subsided, pushing herself away from the rock and using her tail to lever Delilah onto it, at least enough for the half-drowned healer to drag herself the rest of the way.
Even breathless and feeling as though her ribs were crushed, her muscles burning and her system shot with adrenaline, Delilah always had a care for others; she tried to drag Sebol up with her, and she pushed her dripping hair out of her blue eyes, coughing weakly and glancing around. Her gaze sought the shore, and a frown thinned her lips as she spotted Tigreath apparently pressing Xiro'el into the sand. Was anyone here sensible?
Well, G'dan and Prith hadn't done anything she could see yet. And Sebol's only crime was diving in; she knew why he'd done it, and her eyes focused on her hand closed around his forearm. For once, she didn't have the urge to yank back. She just didn't have that kind of energy, not with her heart pounding and her lungs trying to force their way out of her throat. And meanwhile Agnith happily splashed around behind the rock, alternately trying to nose Sebol onto it and climb up herself, at least being careful of her claws now. It sounds like fun![/i] she chirped to Tigreath. But oh, oh, we're having so much trouble here![/i]
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Post by Rii on Jun 24, 2011 23:34:02 GMT -5
G’dan wondered, in some mild, dazed fashion, if there was something in the water the weyrlings, candidate and the dragonets were swimming in. Because they were acting absolutely mad. It didn’t seem like Sebol and Delilah were drowning anymore, at least. The sensible pair seemed to have that under control despite Agnith’s well-meaning interference. It had been frightening for him, seeing the petite girl thrash and get accidentally ducked under the water, and Sebol’s efforts to get everyone out of the water, possibly at cost to his own health. All three looked to be safe now; they’d hopefully be alright. The other man and his rambunctious, danger-seeking dragonet, however...
Prith uttered a soft, slightly amused croon before speaking with the cyan: it wouldn’t do if she accidentally crushed Hers, after all. Agnith may not do it correctly. Perhaps you will need to demonstrate for her, Tigreath. It is more dangerous than I would like to expose myself to.[/i] The yellow-shaded green paused to offer another suggestion, to Agnith this time. It may be wise for you and Yours to come back to the sand, Agnith. And my G’dan’s other friend as well.[/i] Someone had to be sensible, even if it was a little green dragonet.
When the striped cyan looked for more danger, G’dan swallowed, offering Xiro his hand. “Are... you okay? She must be heavy – at least you were on sand, um, instead of solid rock.”
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Post by Ruin on Jun 24, 2011 23:37:03 GMT -5
Slowly chaos became controlled. Tigreath flailed off to whatever ending his words would leave her; and Agnith calmed. The woman in his arms was sputtering out water and it was all he could do to keep her head up between his arms and her Pink’s tail. Scrabble of claws and splashes of water. He helped lever her up and ensured she would not slip as she dragged herself onto the rock. The selfless caregiver she turned immediately to help him, hands fit to brand his tattooed arm—if he had taken the time to recognize what she was doing for the first time.
He dragged himself up onto the rock with help from the Pinkpair, and though his wounds stung of salt and ran his arms and torso red; it was Delilah he focused on. He watched her glance down to where their arms met, but paid that no heed; his large hands moving to her face. He cupped her chin and cheek with one while the other worked to push away the strangling mass of soaked golden locks. “Are you okay? His stormy grey eyes met her deep-water blue; refusing to hear any lie she might speak to cover the absolute mess they had just been in.
At this point the thought of G’dan and Prith were last on his mind, and he tried to give Delilah a token grin. “We can dry off on shore; once you’re ready I’ll help you there.”
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Post by Sakoru on Jun 25, 2011 0:00:09 GMT -5
Trouble? Trouble is the best thing ever! It could be DANGEROUS! Danger's good! Tigreath informed her pink sister, warbling and nodding her head in absolute conviction. Everyone should live for danger, as far as she was concerned! And she was queen! Everybody had to listen to her and do what she said! Hide colour notwithstanding, she was the biggest, and so she was queen! Therefore, everybody should swim! Dangerously!
Agnith might not do it right? That was no good at all! The cyan looked up attentively at the idea, swinging her gaze to the very yellow green. Prith's words invoked a sense of challenge in her; Tigreath leapt to her feet, stomped on her human's back, drawing a pained groan from him, and bugled a challenge to everyone there. I will do it RIGHT! she announced, and leapt off of Hers, whipping around and bounding back out to sea. Up she scrambled, onto the highest rock she could climb, and then the cyan issued an attention-getting scream, spreading out her wings and half-raising herself to the sky. Everyone watch! I'm going to be DANGEROUS!
And she was: a powerful leap sent her flying from the top of the cliff, and then the cyan flapped her wings madly, gaining a bit of altitude -- just enough to land on a taller rock she'd been angling for. Another scream, and she leapt from her perch, arrowing down into the water and out of sight.
Dazed by the impact of his cyan landing on him, Xiro'el looked up with a slightly stupid grin, and nodded at G'dan's inquiry. "Sure am. Oh, sand! How I love it!" he announced, and accepted the proffered hand, rising to his feet and shaking his head to clear it. His ribs still ached from his blasted dragon flopping on top of him, but he wasn't really injured, except maybe for the bruise that was likely to appear on his back after that stomp. "She is pretty heavy. Word of advice, my friend: don't find that out first-hand. Especially not with Tigreath and especially not when she's in the mood to cat-tackle somebody on a whim."
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 25, 2011 0:04:11 GMT -5
Why was it that Delilah seemed to have involved herself with spontaneous lunatics who enjoyed getting into emergency situations? She did not handle such things well at all, and her thoughts raced as fast as her heart. Sebol was bleeding; she had no idea if his wounds were caused by Tigreath or Agnith or perhaps him being dashed against the rock by one of the two, but it hardly mattered. She knew well how open wounds reacted to salt, and the trouble blood in the water might bring; there was no possible way they could swim back with him in this condition. Stranded, despite Prith's suggestion, repeated to her by Agnith.
We should, uh, go back! I can take better care of you there![/i] Agnith nosed at the both of them, and between the pink and her own anxiety attack, it took Delilah a moment to even realize she'd been spoken to, much less process the words and respond. Of course, Sebol hadn't seen her nerves so badly shaken before; he would probably put it down to the drowning.
In truth, she was all right. The worst and most lasting of the damage was the sunburn she'd sustained before the madness started. The pain in her lungs would ease with every breath; Agnith hadn't managed to damage her with her tail, either. She managed a nod, not yet able to speak, though her thoughts ticked away, heard only by Agnith. Please go and bring back my shirt. You must keep it dry.[/i] It was not thoughts of modesty that kept her from taking off the undershirt that clung to her petite frame, but pragmatism; there was no way even Sebol's larger, stronger hands could rip wet fabric, and she would not suffer him to reenter the water until the bleeding stopped. That, her eye told her, required at least a few bandages. Why hadn't she brought any? Definitely, any future outings with this crew would require a full healer's kit.
She tried a deep breath, and winced as this tried her somewhat-bruised chest and grasping lungs more than she'd planned; "Fine," she wheezed at last. "Need. Bandage."
Her attention was then arrested by Tigreath's scream of challenge, and her head whipped around, her heart leaping into her throat at the dive. Dangerous yes, and her eyes fixed on the settling water where the cyan had gone under. Had she broken her little neck? Shards of Faranth's egg, the dragonets were too young and fragile for this nonsense!
Agnith, for her part, keened at all the blood and went splashing and sailing up to the beach, where she rapidly shook herself out, incidentally spraying G'dan and Prith in the faces. DelilahMine wants me to fetch a dry shirt, but I'm, uh, wet.[/i] This was a puzzle indeed, and she turned her imploring gaze on Prith. Maybe you can do it! To help them![/i] She too turned to watch Tigreath, and gave a loud, hearty cheer of excitement - though not unaware of her rider's dismay and alarm, clearly it was exciting!
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Post by Rii on Jun 25, 2011 0:22:54 GMT -5
Prith’s eyes whirled blue-green with amusement. Her gambit had been successful; although not naturally manipulative, the gentle suggestion had been for a good cause. It was the right thing to do, in this situation. A solid eight feet of light yellow-green dragon settled next to G’dan, waiting for what would happen next. This group was an interesting study, and she would be content to watch them with only her usual small inputs for a time.
G’dan released Xiro’s hand when he was back on his feet. Rubbing the back of his head, he cleared his throat. “I’ll – I’ll remember that. I don’t think Prith is the tackling type, but I’ll keep an eye out for your Tigreath, um...” he ducked his head shyly, embarrassed, “I... forget your name. I’m sorry.”
The arrival of Agnith – in a spray of water and at full mental bellow – delayed more conversation. G’dan didn’t immediately follow, questioning aloud in a puzzled tone. “A shirt? Dry? Anything that goes out there in the water will get wet though... can’t she just come in?”
Stretching out her wings, Prith picked up certain images from Agnith. These she condensed and explained for Hers. Agnith’s wants to bandage Sebolaren’s scratches. He gained a few from that confusion in the water. I will bring it to her.[/i] With that said, Prith picked up the shirt that Agnith had pictured to her in her foretalons, beating her wings for a short, mostly-gliding flight out to the rock, landing and setting the shirt down for Delilah’s use with a nod to both humans waiting there.
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Post by Ruin on Jun 25, 2011 0:25:48 GMT -5
“Delilah,” he spoke her name gently, and then again. Her eyes were roving around like a mad-touched beast, and she seemed to be thinking on several trailing thoughts at one time. “Delilah,” he tried again, his voice firmer. His eyes didn’t even move from her face when Tigreath screamed—wasn’t that a sound he’d grown accustomed to? She, on the other hand, looked as if she’d lost her own Agnith between the fear and anguish were potent. “Shards, woman,” he growled at her and shook her slight frame firmly; yet reining in his worry enough to do so far more gently than he would a grown man or someone far more gone than she.
“We’re all fine here, now. These cuts are superficial; the swim to shore will clean them thoroughly and you can tend to them there, but it won’t do us a lick of good you trying to care for me on this rock when we still have to cross this water.” He gave her a bright smile, far more cheerful than he felt inside; but confident enough for the both of them. “I can carry you; all will be well; I promise.”
He meant it. Regardless of the fact that G’dan would see him working his way across the rocks like some effigy of the red star; what with his various bloody scratches and somewhat deeper cuts—but the man would also see the inky black markings on his shoulder. For the first time. Then there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind that he was a catalyst: Thought typically rarely good as it would seem. With that thought; Green Prith settled beside them and Sebol damn near threw up his hands. Women.
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 25, 2011 0:39:08 GMT -5
The shaking was truly unnecessary in Delilah's mind. She wasn't mad or out of it! She was just trying to think, and it was really difficult when terrible things happened in an avalanche and then no one gave her a sensible order to follow while her mind caught up to events! All everybody else wanted was to get back in the water, and she naturally balked at that - not just because of the horrifying experience she'd just been through, but because blood in the water was bad, and so was salt in wounds.
The girl tried another deep breath, her blue eyes fixing on Sebolaren with a spark instead of terror. That was not going to convince him never to do that again, but her voice was quite stern when she said, "Never do that again." Her words came in short, sharp bursts, but she got them out all right. "Things will bite us. In the water. With blood. Bad idea. Going to bind them. Then - swim. Don't need you to carry me. Too bad the dragons aren't big enough."
Prith's arrival was a relief. At last, a fellow logician. Delilah took her shirt and tore at it, long practice of ripping bandages from longer reams of cloth allowing her to do so without too much trouble. "Thank you, Prith," she said, glancing over Sebol's muscular frame, all business once again, though a small part of her could not forget the way he'd touched her. "Will do some good. Enough. Just - let me." They might do well to have his tunic fetched over here as well. Of course, she could not tell Prith why, and the green was close enough to see that a second shirt was unnecessary to her healing; of course, the green could also see the tattoos and tell Hers about them, but that thought did not yet cross Delilah's mind, busy bespeaking Agnith. We also need Sebolaren's tunic. It does not matter if it gets wet.[/i]
Agnith, delighted to have something to do, snatched the tunic up in her talons and beat her large wings frantically, but her powers of flight were still somewhat limited; she was arrested when she realized there was no room on the rock for her, and not only did her attempting to backwing cause her to splash right back into the ocean where she'd started, her desperate fling of the tunic at Sebol's head missed by a mile, and Delilah watched with sinking heart as it sank slowly into the darkness.
"Well, it was a good plan," she remarked, mostly to herself.
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Post by Sakoru on Jun 25, 2011 0:44:26 GMT -5
Xiro grinned brightly at the greenrider, and shook his head at the apology, chortling with amusement. Shards, but the man was shy! Not that the trader really minded -- it was amusing, and he reached out to give the other weyrling a light, friendly clap on the shoulder before he spoke. "Good man! Just keep an eye out for the stripey blue thing and you'll be all right. As for my name -- Xiro'el! But just call me Xiro; it's shorter and I like it better anyway."
Dancing away, the trader whirled and flung out an arm, indicating the vast sweep of ocean before him. Puffing himself up, the cyan weyrling grinned, and fixed his gaze on G'dan, eyes bright with mirth. "Everything on shore is likely to get wet, too, close as it is to all that water!" he pointed out. And then, logically, "so you should too! Come on, fine greenrider! Come swimming! The water's fine, the sun is sort of shining, and there are no monsters to be found in these deeps!" And it might distract the other weyrling from Sebolaren, should the giant come in towards shore and have to expose his tattoos. Right?
Down in the water, Tigreath swam silently, giving no warning of her presence to anyone, except Hers, who could monitor her progress just by brushing her mind. She slithered through the water, barely visible except as a blurred figure beneath the surface. I'm sneaky, Mine, she informed her human, and he responded with an internal chuckle and an outward poker face.
At least, he did until, at his urging, the cyan exploded out of the water with a deafening roar, lunging onto a rock and shaking herself off. Another triumphant bugle, and she lashed her tail, looking around expectantly as she fanned her wet wings. I'm a MONSTER! I eat people! I can eat MINE! she declared, and started off her rock. Xiro'el gave her a hard mental shove, though, and the cyan wilted, settling her haunches instead and heaving a disappointed sigh. Mine says I'm not allowed to eat him, she complained to Prith, warbling sadly. Isn't he boring?
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Post by Rii on Jun 25, 2011 1:01:48 GMT -5
“I- I’d rather not.” G’dan shook his head quickly, smiling more ruefully than nervously this time, although he still jittered. Xiro was exuberant and he wasn’t sure if he could trust the Trader yet; he seemed given to all kinds of wild antics and reminded him of one or two people who thought it was funny to prank him in his first couple years of apprenticeship, when he was even smaller and shyer than he was now. “I didn’t come prepared for swimming, I’m afraid.”
Still, he couldn’t help but be momentarily fascinated by Xiro’s showboating. He was so... flamboyant; all his gestures, every word... Gess quirked his head as he studied the other man with half-focused eyes. Considering him. Assessing him, one of his more unnerving looks – one he had pinned Rhys with, some months ago prior to the Hatching. One that tried to pick the Trader apart and catalogue the pieces like an interesting invention. Luckily for Xiro, Tigreath once again provided a distraction. G’dan startled badly at her roar, his eyes wide and almost... frightened in that instant. Noises like that usually meant BAD things to him – but no, this was just Tigreath. Playing.
Prith looked into the water. No, that tunic was definitely gone. That was unfortunate, since Agnith’s rider had wanted it. Modesty. Perhaps it would have to be sacrificed this time. Not having as good a takeoff space, Prith took a couple long steps and beat her wings hard, skimming the water on the way back but landing safely on the wet sand of the shore and walking back to her G’dan.
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Post by Ruin on Jun 25, 2011 1:11:01 GMT -5
When his shaking was met with a spark of fire Sebolaren had to contain the brilliant smile that wanted to split his face. So this woman did have a potent power in her; deep inside—something that would drag her out of the crippling inability to process stressful situations and leave her angry and ready to work. Fantastic. Wonderful. Yet not at all constructive. She started off strong, with her anger warning him to never touch her in such a way again: To which he simply replied, “I am sorry, Delilah,”—and then she threw it all out with her worry about his blood tainting the water.
For all of his nervousness with the depths; his blood drawing beasts wasn’t a concern. What was a concern was getting the woman to shore—them both to shore; where everything could be so much simpler. Not only was she worried about him drawing some preyfish; but she also was declining any help from him and seeming entirely stubbourn. He refused any words and simply went back to watching everything else; Tigreath—completely oblivious—was cavorting about madly alternating between wild cries and acting like a sea monster herself—only to wildly cry more.
His thoughts returned to Delilah as she began ripping what could only be her own dry tunic—delivered by Prith. He stood stock still in front of her and waited; withholding the dramatic sigh that wanted to issue from his throat. Women. Even worse a Healer Woman. What a disaster. She began worrying at his cuts with that torn cloth and he tightened his jaw, eyes pointing toward shore where he happened to catch Agnith—in flight? With his tunic. And now crashing. Into the water. With his tunic.
His mouth flattened. Women. “That was well dusted, wasn’t it.” Then, with no preamble, he picked Delilah up and laid her across his tattooed shoulder before sliding off the side of the rock facing the shore. Which he immediately set out to reach. Ignoring her indignant shouts of rage he swam powerfully until his feet touched ground ; from there simply striding toward the pair on the beach, blood dripping from him more profusely for the water. Upon reaching his one and only destination—dry ground—he placed Delilah on her feet. Waiting for the axe to fall in so many ways.
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 25, 2011 1:26:21 GMT -5
Of course it was constructive! He was simply a madman with no regard for his own wellbeing. There was no reason not to remain on the rock, especially when Prith departed and left them more space, and Agnith's crash landing destroyed any chance of his secret remaining undiscovered on land until they came up with a new plan. The beach would not be any warmer, and it would not be any safer, especially given the stretch of sea they must traverse to arrive there. Clearly he might as well let her bind his wounds - again - did she ever do anything else? - and think this through.
Tigreath provided a distraction...yet again. Her roar startled Delilah, and she jumped, though she wasn't sure if she nudged an injury in just the wrong way. Whether it was her hurting him or some insane notion known only to him (men!), Sebol snatched her up and slipped into the water.
Her shrieks didn't dissuade him from his actions; likely he was under the impression she was upset because they were in the water and about to be attacked, but no, she no longer cared about that. Her stomach twisted at being grabbed and carried and controlled, at being given no say in her own fate, at being entirely helpless to escape him. Her fury was even more impotent because she didn't dare kick or hit or struggle; such a thing might hurt him more or leave them both to drown. He did set her on her feet, but her legs wobbled, her muscles utterly spent by all that thrashing in the water, and she sat down, glaring up at him, her rage thoroughly ignited such that she couldn't even find words.
But where Delilah was a damsel in distress (because her "knight" had made her so), Agnith surfaced after a futile attempt at retrieving the tunic, an unusual light in her eyes. The pink's passion typically expressed itself through joy and delight and a pure need to experience the world as much as possible, but she hadn't yet felt such negativity from Hers, and it rolled darkly into her mind. That was Her rider. No one should alarm Delilah, not like this; this wasn't funny or fun anymore, that much was clear.
Agnith arrowed through the water and onto the shore like an oncoming candyfloss storm, stalking out of the sea with her eyes burning red instead of the usual blue. Unfortunately for Sebol, she did not think to put herself between his bare arm and G'dan's gaze, though she did put her face right up to his and snarl at him, DO NOT hurt my Delilah. EVER again.[/i]
The message delivered, the woken fire left her, and she crooned lovingly as she laid herself on the sand, tucking her head under Delilah's arm, laying in her lap and pressed against her chest to listen to the thud of her heartbeat. The fire was gone from her eyes, too, the distress utterly driven out by Agnith's loyalty and determination to protect her. Sebol was her friend, but he hadn't been her friend long, and it wasn't as if she went around broadcasting her neuroses the way Agnith broadcast every little thing she thought; he hadn't known how badly it would upset her, and she idly stroked the pink's head, shivering a bit now that they'd left the water for good and the cool air brushed against her reddening skin.
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Post by Sakoru on Jun 25, 2011 1:41:58 GMT -5
Xiro'el frowned with exaggerated disappointment when G'dan declined the suggestion to swim, but lit up again with a broad smile at the reason. "Ah, you need no preparations for such things!" he informed him with a gesture at his own shirtless body. "However, I can see where modesty might become an issue. Land it is for you, then!"
Himself, he meant to go back into the water -- at least, until the greenrider fixed him with a thoughtful, half-aware gaze. Xiro's antics stilled, and he returned the look, a twinge of unease rising up in him. Sebolaren hadn't used that expression, but it called to mind his manner of so many sevendays ago. Prying, investigating, making what he could of what he was presented. The trader didn't like it, and he turned away, right on time to see Tigreath burst out of the water with a shriek.
And then... oh, everything fell apart, then. Sebol picked up Delilah, and the pinkrider started screaming, and then the pair of them arrived and that beautiful tattoo was exposed to the entire world. He still loved it, those dark trailing lines and curves and symbols... but others were unlikely to have the same reaction. Knowing it, the trader lazily stepped forward so that he was partway between G'dan and Sebol. Protecting, maybe -- at the very least, waiting. Waiting as they were all waiting, with dark green eyes fixed expressionlessly on G'dan.
I'll help, Tigreath offered, and leapt from her rock, gliding her way to shore and landing behind Sebol and Delilah. The cyan snorted softly, and paced around to stand next to Hers, looking over his shoulder at Prith's. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she knew it had something to do with the black marks Hers liked so much. Well, okay! She'd be all brave and stuff if she had to be! For now, though, she had no idea what she was supposed to be brave for, and she plopped her haunches onto the ground and looked about with a somewhat dumb expression on her face, looking about as intimidating as a skinny blue herdbeast.
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Post by Rii on Jun 25, 2011 1:45:17 GMT -5
G’dan stared at the scene of healer and herder coming ashore. There was nothing else for it; he’d never thought to hear words like that out of his healer friend. Watching her sputter and scream as Sebol swam them to shore would have been funny if he was of the inclination to take humor from such things... but as it stood, he only felt rather fretful. At least they were getting back to shore, where things could be handled properly. All of them. Things would get sorted out, as Prith was forever reassuring him.
Shards, but Delilah was furious – the girl’s wrath unnerved him, and rather than look at her face as she glared venom - and her dragon, stunningly, raged - he turned his dark-eyed gaze to his calmer friend instead. And his eyes widened. “Faranth, Sebol, you’re scratched bad... why didn’t you wai-“
His eyes fell on the black swirls of ink on Sebolaren’s shoulder, and his words simply stopped. The tinkerer’s lips stayed parted, as if frozen still in his last phrase. His brow creased, his gaze traveling over what he could see, lingering over it – and finally he lifted those eyes slowly to Sebol’s face, utter confusion written over his features. Why would his friend have these... with all of the stigma surrounding them, was he... what did this mean?
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Post by Ruin on Jun 25, 2011 1:49:56 GMT -5
If he expected the axe from Delilah, it never came. Her legs buckled almost as soon as he set her on them; and while he made an attempt to catch her, he realized fleetingly that she’d probably rather shoot daggers at him with her eyes: So he let her slip between his hands. His eyes met hers; unfaltering as they were unemotional—until his eyes were claimed by another’s. Agnith’s. Red and angry with a passion for her Rider and gums fit to pull clean off her face to expose her sharp teeth. For all of her anger, he did not flinch nor did he back away; but her mind voice was as powerful as it was angry, and his muscles rippled in response. Then she was gone from in front of him and tending to her Delilah. He knew there was an apology forthcoming, but for now there were other axes pointed at him.
His eyes flickered from Delilah to Xiro. He was delaying the inevitable: Gess’ expression. The look he gave the Trader was unreadable—by anyone but him. He would recognize it from the last time they had graced this beach: Sebolaren was preparing himself for everything he had expressed to the man that day. Then the Trader did something Sebol had not expected: He made as if to step between the Herder and the Greenrider—stopping only just before completely blocking them.
Sebol could hear Gess speaking…could hear that he had been speaking. Just as quickly those words were cut off—no doubt because the man had fully recognized what he was seeing. The Herder’s eyes had been burning into the back of Xiro, wavering only momentarily to notice that Tigreath had joined her Rider in his stance. His eyes closed—the briefest of moments to clear his thoughts—and opened on the tinkerer. The shocked expression nearly brought a smirk to Sebol’s face, but only nearly.
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