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Post by blue on Jul 14, 2011 12:02:05 GMT -5
Tana sighed as she followed her quickly-growing dragonet out to the lake for her bath and oiling. It seemed like every day there was more of Oreath to care for, and while Tana loved every inch of her cyan, caring for her could get exhausting sometimes, especially as she got bigger.
Being bigger means I can fight evil better,[/i] Oreath said. And protect you and everyone.[/i] She paused for a second. Except the evil people, of course. I don't want to protect them.[/i]
Tana smiled. "Of course not, dearest." Really, she still didn't know where Oreath came up with some things. "Into the water with you. Let's make you shine."
I always shine,[/i] Oreath said. Good people have to shine. It's their job.[/i] Still, she obediantly waddled into the water and settled down until only the top of her head showed. She watched lazily as a pillie skittered away from her across the water.
Tana shook her head and opened up the bag of cleaning sand she had brought, mentally calling Thing to come help her. Bathing time was when she most appreciated having Impressed a fire-lizard. Thing liked helping with Hers' BigNot-GreenNot-Blue.
The little pink appeared with a chirrup, and grabbed a clawful of the sand, flying to land on Oreath's back and start scrubbing. Oreath hummed with pleasure, inner eyelids falling closed.
Tana waded out to join her bondeds, joining Thing in scrubbing Oreath's hide.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 14, 2011 13:34:53 GMT -5
Everything ached. This was to say that it was a typical day as usual, minus the fact that he couldn’t shake the protest in his deep tissue. Pulling Daymar from the river shouldn’t have caused such a slew of consequences for one so fit, but there had been a checklist of happenstance which collided to lock him up as certain as the strings on a harp. The long flight across the Bowl followed by cold water, adrenaline, pulling, dragging, and never a moment to slow down—all of that had turned in to this; and it had added with it the trepidation of the siblings first meeting. Which he still hadn’t received word about; not that it was really any of his business, but shards he might get a good night’s sleep (in his own bed no less) if he knew it was safe to return.
There wasn’t any way he’d wind up with a shiner like Xiro’el, not for all his troubles—no fly-by muggings here! Of course he should have been in the stables, but Atenna had fixed that by telling Sebol in no uncertain terms that his disquiet would be the death of the foaling runner they were attending: Which was well and away from what he wanted. So now he was here. Meandering around the Bowl attempting to quiet his restless thoughts and having no real luck doing it; he could always wander off and practice his dancing, but how could he attempt to find bodily grace when his mind wouldn’t cease running in circles? Sigard was very little help; the Blue sat his bonded’s shoulder like a statue, tail curling around the ex-Herder’s thick neck to form a half torque—he offered no advice, nor even any recognition that he should.
Emotions though the flit lacked—for these two-legger problems—he was smart enough (or possibly troublesome enough) to see a possibility when it appeared, and in the shape of a larger like-him, female like-him, and the human both owned. He chattered quietly into Sebolaren’s ear to gain his bonded’s attention and then flashed him the image that was already in front of his eyes: Which while appreciated, made the Candidate suppress an eye-roll. Apparently Sigard had chosen their company for him, but what fine company Dragonfolk were, and he would never pass up a chance to interact with a Weyrling. As he gained ground on the lake, and drew closer, he did quietly hope that this Cyan would not be as rambunctious as Tigreath.
His feet carried him just shy of the water, and there he stood with his large hands braced lightly at his hips—he had probably watched this Cyan Impress, but what with being new there hadn’t been time to meet much less learn the names of everyone who Stood that day: So he was cautious enough to extend his greeting to both Rider and dragon lest one take offense and he find himself summarily trampled. ”Afternoon, ladies.” Hopefully they wouldn’t be too quick to chase him off—he always appreciated observing dragon husbandry.
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Post by blue on Aug 5, 2011 10:10:49 GMT -5
Tana looked up at the greeting and smiled, raising one hand in a wave while the other continued scrubbing at Oreath's hide. Thing, less dedicated than her rider, abandoned her task, flying over to inspect this newcomer. Oreath just grumbled, giving Sebolaren a suspcious look. He had better not harm Tana, or even Thing. Annoying as the pink could be, she was still Oreath's, and therefore solidly on the side of Good and under Oreath's protection. But this stranger didn't feel too evil, and Tana's scrubbing felt to nice to abandon just to threaten him.
Thing fluttered around Sebolaren's head, bombarding Tana and Oreath with close-up images of the candidate. He wasn't pretty, not like her, but maybe he had some potential. She whistled at him and his firelizard curiously. Maybe they could make pretty noises, like the boy who had made her the prettypretty windchimes?
"Thing, get back here," Tana scolded. "Sorry about her," she told the boy. "She's just friendly." Overly so sometimes, but the pink meant well. She flew back to Tana's shoulder and perched there, nuzzling her head against Tana's cheek and crooning.
Tana shook her head, a smile tugging at her mouth as she shooed Thing back to work scrubbing Oreath. "I'm Tana, that's Thing, and this is Oreath," she said, giving the boy another smile. "What's your name?"
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Post by Ruin on Aug 7, 2011 12:26:01 GMT -5
Returning the smile, but not venturing any closer due to the Cyan’s obvious predelction for protectiveness, Sebolaren simply waited until he could futher explain himself or otherwise interact with the trio—which as always happened with firelizards was sooner than he had expected, at least for Sigard, who found himself whistling back to the pretty Pink. Of course he could sing! He could sing ever so well; though usually it was for Nameleth and she could be so mean—so mean but so perfect—Sigard crooned in response and then whistled a quick and haunting verse of the Firelizard Song he had learned for his Nameleth. Yes he could sing!
Sebol chuckled as the Weyrling recalled her flit, and shook his head. ”Never a problem; Sigard is one of the many reasons I meet people what with firelizards and their constant need to interact.” Of course some of that interaction wasn’t as friendly as the attention Thing had attempted to lavish on the Blue, but it was mostly welcome; mostly. Some had considered his face to look quite tasty, and that wasn’t the exact attention he hoped to draw. From his own perch on Sebol, Sigard crooned to the Pink as she settled on the woman, but his tail remained around his bonded’s neck—he was too well-mannered to go chasing without invitation!
”Well met; Tana, Oreath, and Thing—I am Sebolaren, and this is Sigard. He has a twin, Avsiran, who might show up as he pleases. We stood together at Callistath’s hatching, but I was quite new then so I’m afraid we hadn’t met.” The smile on his face bespoke that he did not mind any lack of recognition; he hadn’t known her past the fact that they must have stood together based on her dragon’s size, and age, he was simply pleased to meet more of the Weyrling class ahead of him: Even if they did not graduate together, they would still interact together.
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