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Post by Zane on Aug 13, 2011 23:20:49 GMT -5
What a perfect place to just hang out! She loved Dalibor’s lake. No, scratch that, she loved everything about Dalibor. It was so amazing to her, the mere existence of Weyr’s, and the dragons that resided within them. Who had come up with the idea to construct the first Weyr, she wondered. Her thoughts were distracting her from her sketch, and sometimes she felt as if her mind bounced from one thing to another far too often. She just loved knowing things, and learning about things. It was one in the same, really. You had to learn, to know. She’d already learned a fair bit about Dalibor’s skin and bones just by following around Weyrfolk and rider’s. They hardly ever knew she was there. She had a way of blending in, and making herself scarce. Her thirst for knowledge was unquenchable.
She tapped her charcoal against her pants carefully, the cherished item hardly coming into contact with her leg. She looked out at the lake while she pondered. Something was missing from her sketch, and it was bothering her. She loved to have dragons in them, or even flitt’s. Anything living, really; people were fine by her too. As long as she had a living, breathing, model, she was more than satisfied to sketch away. Scenery drew her in, most definitely, but this was one of those times that she yearned for someone to draw more than anything. She looked behind her, not seeing anyone. Heaving a sigh she looked forward once more, her eyes dropping to her incomplete sketch. She might as well finish it at least, she was almost done. The water was beautiful, with the roiling waves, and the light of Rukbat creating a near greenish-glow on the water’s surface. If only she had color to capture it. She kept out of the shade, figuring the temperature was already cool enough without hiding from Rukbat’s offered warmth.
Charcoal re-connected with her page and she was silent, her breathing so light that one could hardly register she was breathing at all. There wasn’t much wind to disturb her while she did what she knew best. Drawing was a way of life to her, and had become a more prominent part of her life around the time when she knew she had to stand for Noehlesk’s hatching. She smiled fondly at the thought of the blue wher, and His. She hated the thought of forgetting Noehlen’s face. She thought of him constantly, so that way she never would. She constantly had dreams of their adventures together, recalling the time when they'd gotten themselves lost in the mines. They had both been so wherrybrained back then; it made her consider whether or not they'd changed. Sometimes she didn't think so, and yet other times she knew they had, if only a little.
Maybe he’d write to her... maybe...
Rask was curled about her neck, napping like he usually was. He napped quite a fair bit at this stage in his life, and Raksha understood that he was growing. He ate, and slept, and then ate some more. The black reminded her of her uncle, often. He could’ve had Rask to himself but instead he gave him to her. It was such a selfless gesture that it had caught her completely off-guard. He was a good man, she’d learned a lot from him. Her father had done right by her in sending her to Crescent, not that she was ready to admit it. She still resented that he’d been able to send her away. She tried not to dwell on it too much, no need to spoil the day by focusing on memories that made her ill at ease. She steadied her left hand, no longer shading.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 14, 2011 1:06:24 GMT -5
Sebolaren had no intention of being at the lake today, not when there was still so much work to be done—everything was work. The Weyr had barely recovered and finished the rebuild from the fire before Thread was upon their threshold. At least it would be pushed back by the cold months, so they were told; the ex-Herder wouldn’t believe it until he saw it for himself, but until then he wanted to work. Work more, and then work even more. Unfortunately there were still daily occurrences outside of work that stole away his attentions, such as eating, and on one such occasion of eating today Daymar had found him with a strange request. Apparently the Candidate had lost his Why. Why had he lost his Why? Sebolaren did not know. He wasn’t even certain you could lose a pillie what with the creatures being bugs, however he wasn’t going to argue when the boy seemed so distressed.
So here he was, at the lake, looking for—of all things—a pillie, and quietly grumbling to himself as Sigard offered happy little chirps into his ear as encouragement. They would find the muddy-coloured bug and then everything would be fine, he would see! Perhaps if he’d been more of a free spirit like his blood-brother, and less likely to work himself to death, he’d have found this a suitable distraction: Unfortunately it was just a nuisance. Still, he appreciated Daymar as a man, a room-mate, and future Dragonrider, and a friend; help is on the way, dear Why! Finding the creature proved less difficult that Sebol had expected; when the ex-Herder drew closer to the placid lake which reflected back a cloudless late-turning sky, the Brown pillie appeared from the depths as if summoned.
Perhaps he thought he’d be fed, or taken to his Daymar, or that Sigard had come to play. Although that proved somewhat less likely as the pillie took one look at him and then promptly began to ignore him. Sigard was quick to fly out and try to roll the bug to shore, but that only caused his wings to foil sinking his sea-blue body into the water beneath the bug. With a sigh, Sebol realized this was going to take time—which he didn’t have—and resources—which he also didn’t have—because there wasn’t any way he was diving into this lake for something as silly as an aquatic bug. It was only then, once he was basically fed up and ready to wash his hands of the whole mess, that he realized he was standing beside a girl—one who seemed mostly consumed with the work on her knee.
Offering her a smile, though not much else, his attention returned to the chaos in the lake as Sigard continued to try in vain to lift the ever-growing bug out of the water using only his own power. Perhaps if Avsiran showed up they’d be able to tandem lift him: Stars above knew the two had carried heavier things than a pillie, though to be honest he hadn’t lifted one of Daymar’s up recently enough to know their weight himself. Ah well. No harm in standing here…doing nothing…while everyone else worked…right? He couldn’t exactly leave—Daymar would never come down to fetch his own bug having been quite convinced that more would crawl out and latch onto him the moment he neared the water: Surprisingly he blamed this on Xiro’el more than on the creatures themselves. Which, Sebol would tell you, was just fantastic.
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Post by Zane on Aug 15, 2011 21:38:54 GMT -5
Raksha was too involved in her drawing to realize that someone was walking around. They were walking about searching for something, and as they searched she grew nearer and nearer to finishing her picture. Finally she was done by the time they were standing beside her, and she sat there critiquing her work. It wasn’t bad for a sketch. She hadn’t worked an overly long time on it, so, yes, it wasn’t that bad. She looked to Sebol as he was offering a friendly smile, and she jumped, startled by his sudden appearance. Well, sudden to her. It set her to laughing. She kept her book open on her lap, but she was no longer looking at her book. ”Hey there! I didn’t mean to get so startled.” She looked over to the water where a flitt was attempting to lift a Pillie. She had never seen a Pillie before, though obviously she’d seen a flitt!
”What’s that and what is your flitt doing with it?” she asked, getting to her feet. She held her sketchbook against her chest, aw-inspired by the sight of the water bug. ”Do you need help getting it?” she inquired, realizing the flitt was struggling. She wasn’t afraid of water, nor of getting wet. She would love to draw the water bug! The flitt too! Maybe even the man would let her draw him. She had a huge grin on her face, becoming rather excited by this convenient run-in.
”I’m Raksha by the way! Candidate for the next clutch,” she introduced herself, offering a hand for Sebol to shake. ”But seriously, it’d be no trouble for me to just go in there and fetch the little guy out.” She wasn’t afraid of bugs, or of much of anything really. She had a habit of being confident about most things until given a reason to be concerned. Sometimes she didn’t get that reason soon enough, and wound up getting herself into trouble by being so willing to just jump right into anything. It was a price she was often willing to pay for adventure! She wasn’t as feminine in personality as other girls she knew, but she tried not to let it bug her.
Rask decided that he no longer wanted to sleep, and scrabbled at the opening of Raksha’s bag to escape. She looked down to where he was making his great escape, her bag sitting between her and Sebol. She chuckled, pulling him out. She helped him to her shoulder, the black not taking long to spot another flitt and another unidentifiable creature in the water not far off. He was too young to join them, but nevertheless he couldn’t stop himself from staring curiously. He tilted his head to one side, creeling in frustration over his unused wings. ”Hey, hey!” Raksha frowned, stroking him soothingly. ”In time Rask. You’ll be zipping around, driving me crazy soon enough.” She smirked at Sebol and shrugged a shoulder, ”He’s impatient.”
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Post by Ruin on Aug 17, 2011 23:19:10 GMT -5
”Hello,” Sebol replied quietly, his eyes still lost in frustration on the flailing forms in the water; for all that it seemed hopeless, the Blue did appear to be making some headway. ”That will not be necessary, and if his sister is there she’s likely to take your toes off for the attempt.” At the formal introduction his attention did waver from the flailing pair in the lake, his body turning automatically to take her wrist in his large hand and seal the welcome in the way he had been taught. ”Sebolaren, Candidate also, and yet another reason you should not go into the winter water: Even the slightest chill could keep you from standing lest the dragonets find you as easy prey.”
Those broody sea-grey eyes caught on the shifting form of the Black firelizard that scrabbled his way out of the girl’s bag and was helped up to his perch. Reminded of Sigard and Avsiran he felt himself soften—perhaps he was still forged by the fire that had seared the Weyr; if he was, he rarely noticed, but it was a consideration at this very moment. Still, he had meant the words he had spoken. A ruckus over the lake drew his gaze back to its centre and where another Blue—dark like the deep waters—had joined the lighter brother. Ah, so Avsiran had come to help; likely if Starfall was around he would die. That would add another layer of fantastic to this entire mess.
However with both of the brothers working in tandem to push and flap their way across the wing-shattered water, it seemed they were in fact getting the brown creature closer to the shore. ”It is a pillie,” came the belated reply. ”An aquatic bug that lives in the Western waters. They bond to humans—that one is bonded to my room-mate, and I have been sent to find him and herd him back to his owner.” Little would the girl know he had been sent not because of his amazing bug-wrangling credentials, but because his room-mate was a terrified wherry. Unfortunate.
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Post by Zane on Aug 21, 2011 16:09:43 GMT -5
”Oh,” Raksha blinked, staring at the scene in the water while thinking about how she’d like to keep her toes. ”That sounds awfully unpleasant. Hopefully you’re not speaking from experience,” she teased. ”Nice to meet you.” The girl chuckled softly, finding him to be quite amusing. He sure loved to give interesting facts, didn’t he? She would’ve called him ‘Facts Boy,’ and left it at that, but she didn’t want him to take offense. Oh well, that could be her secret name for Sebolaren. ”I don’t find myself becoming prey often, so it’s quite a thing to imagine! Either way, it sounds unappealing, so I’ll take your advice and avoid making myself a target.”
She studied Sebolaren a moment, stroking Rask still. ”You seem stressed. Is that little bug out there yours?” she asked. He responded the moment she’d come to inquire further about the pillie. She listened to his explanation, giving a “hm” of intrigue. Yepp, Facts Boy. ”That’s so fascinating! I’d love to be able to draw him... or her. I can’t say I’ve ever heard of such a thing anywhere else. Dalibor is just full of surprises!” She placed a hand on her hip, quite seriously in awe over the pillie-creature. ”Well you’re a good friend then Sebolaren. I would definitely feel safe entrusting you with Rask knowing you’d go searching for someone else’s pet like that.” Raksha often tended to use people’s full names, not lazy enough to resort to shortening them. Plus she didn’t know what else Sebolaren liked to be called.
”I haven’t met many of the other Candidate’s yet, but those I have met have been super friendly so far. Way less tough than the miner’s I’m used to being around. Are you excited for the hatching? I know it’s a privilege I never expected to have. I’ll be cheering for you to impress, and no,” she smirked at him, ”I won’t forget.” She was very open with people, and friendly. She rarely felt the need to be reserved. Maybe she was a bit too much for some people, but she hoped that wasn’t the case.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 22, 2011 17:57:48 GMT -5
”No,” he breathed the word through a chuckle, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. ”Try though she has; I have not lost a toe to her yet.” Boots, yes, toes—no. Thankfully: Or not so thankfully. The girl seemed rather talkative—seemed hardly covered it as she carried on determinedly with a frank cheerfulness. ”That’ll likely serve you well at the hatching; which I am excited for, yes. This will be my second time standing at Dalibor. Have you only recently arrived?”
As for drawing the pillie, well, she was welcome to try once the sharding creature was on shore and moving in the correct direction—which Why never did actually accomplish on his own. The Brown obviously lacked any sort of directional senses: It was a wonder he found the lake every day and didn’t starve to death or dry out. Even as he watched, the twins were angling the creature closer to the bank—hopefully he’d be safely on dry land soon and they could carry on.
”He isn’t as fast as his sister, though that’s probably due to his laziness—or lacking mental faculties, but you are welcome to sketch the mess of them writhing around. I must escort him back once he’s out, but you’re welcome to come along.” Hopefully she wouldn’t trip and break something attempting to draw and walk; he’d certainly catch some unhappy glances from Delilah for letting such a thing happen. Looking to the girl again he offered her another warm smile. ”I’ll cheer for you as well, Raksha.”
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Post by Zane on Aug 22, 2011 18:45:40 GMT -5
”It’s good to have all your toes intact, I’m guessing it makes for easier walking,” she teased, enjoying good banter every now and then. There was never a doubt that she was being anything short of friendly. She wasn’t usually the type to be cheeky, or sarcastic for the sake of sticking it to another person. No, Raksha was all sunshine and rainbows. ”I wouldn’t worry too much about it being your second time standing, personally. It just means that there’s something better for you in this clutch, something that’s going to have made the wait worthwhile,” she encouraged, getting to his question, ”Yes, I got here a day ago. I was shown around the Weyr by Lexony and Saia. They’re both very nice; I can’t wait to see everyone on the sands impressing their dragonets. It’s going to be so hard to focus on the fact that I’m a part of it too, and not just whip out my sketchbook to draw. I mean, think about, who ever really gets to capture that moment when dragon and human come together for the first time? I’d love to have something more than a memory alone to remember something so special. If it were possible, I mean.” She did talk a lot, but she talked so quickly that she never seemed to notice she was monopolizing the conversation.
Rask really wanted to join the creatures out by the water, becoming restless as he curled his tail about Raksha’s neck loosely. Rask creeled out and attempted to scrabble down Raksha’s side. Her response to this was to scoop him up and hold him against her chest comfortingly. Her sketchbook was safely stored underneath her arm while her utensil was now being loosely held in her mouth. She blushed a bit, figuring she looked rather silly. Rask curled up in the safety of her hands, his creel changing to an affectionate croon. ”It’s all right,” she took a moment to tell him around her charcoal. The utensil in her mouth tasted awful, and she would’ve really liked to remove it.
She helped Rask back to her shoulder and quickly moved the charcoal piece to her left hand-the hand she sketched with-while her sketchbook was now being stationed over one arm. ”I’m sorry,” she apologized. ”I would love to come along, that sounds like fun. Despite only being here a couple of days, I’ve not had nearly enough adventures yet.” She glanced at him just as a smile was being offered, and she was quick to return it. With them both cheering for each other come the hatching, they were bound to impress! This is the logic she’d go with.
She took him up on the opportunity to sketch the occurrence out on the water. ”I would love to draw this though...” she said quietly, going silent. ”Feel free to talk!” she told him, her hand moving quickly over the page. She kept looking up and then down, up, and then back down again. She wished they’d stay still, but she was going to have to make do. Once she was finished she criticized her work rather openly, ”Not my best. Not that great at all actually.” She looked disappointed, closing her sketchbook up. ”All right, clearly my mind is somewhere else.” Rask had drifted off, no longer trying to plot an escape, which made it easier for Raksha to focus on her new friend. ”Does this mean I’ll get to meet your roommate?” she wondered, grinning at the thought. If they roomed with Sebolaren then surely they must’ve been equally as fun to talk to!
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Post by Ruin on Aug 22, 2011 22:01:34 GMT -5
While she spoke, he listened; occasionally he offered an affirmative nod, grunt, or smile, but he was far too happy being silent to join in past what needed saying—and she seemed to not notice, or care. As always, Sebol appreciated a person who could carry the conversation. It wasn’t that he hated talking, or socializing, he was just a man of few words. That was how he had been raised—if it didn’t need saying, best not to say it; very few people could coax him into a speech that was truly loose, and he wasn’t even certain if any of them existed at Dalibor.
When she was forced to silence by her drawing tool, he did not find her silly; taking a moment to study her quietly, his attentions returned to the lake while she set herself to rights. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t used his mouth to hold riding straps or ropes in the stable—at least she had the wits to do it instead of simply dropping things. ”Plenty of adventures to be had here,” he replied with a smile, and it was true—though many would be had without him most likely, unless the crazed Weyrlings he called friends—or certain Candidates—dragged him off.
Although he was given freedom to speak while she sketched, he did not, instead looking down at the page as she worked. It had been a long time since he’d placed stick to paper—even longer than that long ago painting session with Q’sis. Felt like a distant memory, those days spent sketching the runners while on watch. A different person might have mentioned that commonality, but he did not—perhaps another time, another life. His hands still felt the distant sting of fire, and he felt no urge to divulge his secrets. "Perhaps."
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Post by Zane on Aug 25, 2011 21:10:19 GMT -5
Raksha hardly minded that Sebolaren didn’t say much. If anything, she found the silence to be comforting. At least he was here, and she was not alone. She’d never been a fan of being alone. She hoped that he was right, and that she would have a ton of adventures at Dalibor. Every day was like an adventure to her though; she was always doing something new, or noticed something she hadn’t yet noticed. Even her bouts of eavesdropping were fun to her. She never admitted to anyone that she did it, but sometimes she didn’t know how else to learn things about the Weyr, and about the people in it. She overheard many things when she kept her ears open. When others looked over at her she was often drawing, or just observing her surroundings, so she looked far from threatening. No one really suspected that a girl like her was much of a threat. And she wasn’t, she was just incredibly nosy.
The Candidate girl couldn’t help but wonder about Sebolaren’s past. People’s histories interested her greatly; she loved to hear the stories they had to share. She didn’t want to overwhelm her fellow Candidate with questions, but it’s not like she was very good at keeping her questions to herself. ”Do you have a preference for what you impress, or do you think a dragon’s hide color has little importance?” For some it was a personal question, but for Raksha it was just a matter of curiosity, and she’d be more than willing to answer herself. In fact, she’d answer first. ”It’s not something I’ve ever given much thought to. Dragons a dragon, right? You’re bonded to him or her and therefore, come the end of it all; personality is all any of us see. At least that’s my personal opinion.” She didn’t know whether Sebolaren would agree. It was normal that some men dreamt of bronzes, and some girls dreamt of gold’s. It didn’t make them bad people; it just made them people with high ambitions.
”It’s no pressure Sebolaren,” she reassured him, smiling. She observed him curiously, wondering if he was more of the solitary-type. She hated to pressure anyone or impose on them, but he had invited her along. Maybe he wasn’t fond of his roommate? Then why look for his pillie? Sometimes Raksha hated that her mind always produced so many questions. She’d find out soon enough.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 27, 2011 22:27:18 GMT -5
”It is the bond of personality that matters, not of hide. I would not discriminate against the colour of his flesh no more than he would discriminate against mine—or she.” Nor would his dragon discriminate against his markings, at least he wanted to believe that. In light of all else, it was the match that mattered. Could he ride a King and rise to leadership? Of course, that was part of who he was, but he would serve his Weyr no less on a Black. He could Search with his Blue, or teach with his Brown, or any of the other possibilities. ”I would simply be honored to Impress, we can work out what comes after once that occurs.” Sebol smiled brightly at her, hopefully she’d Impress a dragon that would talk back.
”I agree with you.” Prith was so calm and intelligent, and Tigreath was so crazed and wild, but he had met protective quiet Cyans, and hyperactive chatty Greens. It was all in the match. That was what he looked forward to the most. Who would be his that would compliment his life; fall into him like a pair that had been destined—written as if foretold in Harper’s tales. Grey eyes flickered back to the mess of blue wings and brown carapace as the twins finally managed to get Why to shore. Once there he immediately attempted to trundle back into the water, but was hastily pushed away by Avsiran. Sigard, ever helpful, decided to ride upon his back and flap his wings mightily.
If only Why hadn’t become quite so fat—or large, rather. Together the twins could have lifted him, but they were in no mood for that apparently, and instead the trio of pets set off in a haphazard senseless path mostly determined by Why. Which was typical. Waving off her reassurance he flashed her a brighter grin, ”Daymar is a special man, and not taken to people, that is why I make no promises. That and he’s likely to be hiding in the male-side of the Barracks.” Always a chance he’d meet them in the common room, but how long he’d stay there was another thing—especially with how talkative the woman was. Probably terrify the boy out of his mind.
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Post by Zane on Aug 30, 2011 20:49:56 GMT -5
Raksha listened while he explained, highly attentive. She tried not to smile, if only because he was saying what she’d hoped to hear. Yes, a good man indeed. He would make a fine dragonrider. ”I couldn’t agree more Sebolaren, I’d say that it could never be more aptly worded than that. No matter what dragon I impress, I know I’ll love him or her. Really I’m biased when it comes to having a male in my mind,” she replied. She blushed a bit, thinking over the complications that having an opposite gender dragon could pose for her. ”If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. Who am I to change or toy with fate? I wouldn’t dare, and therefore I won’t. If I impress a boy, and you a girl, I’m just happy to know that we’re the type of people who will accept it with our heads held high.” She gave a firm nod, and then chuckled at her own silliness. ”At least there would be no mating flights!” she announced rather loudly. She shamelessly continued on, ”What girl would want to have to deal with that? Goodness, everyone loves their dragon, yes, but I can’t say I’d love another person just because their dragon was to catch mine. How awkward.” Her nose wrinkled up, and embarrassed by how feminine she sounded, and likely appeared, she shrugged a shoulder and feigned nonchalance. ”It’ll be fine.” She dismissed the subject.
Turning to look at Sebolaren, she felt proud that he agreed with her. She acted like a parent to some people, even though she was dragging them into troubling situations. It was really hard to tell whether or not Raksha was a goody or a troublemaker. A bit of both was the likeliest of answers. There was nothing wrong with a happy median. Her attention was grabbed by the flitt’s again as they were still trying to haul the pillie out of the water. She couldn't tell whether they'd made progress or not.
”Oh, I understand,” she said. She really did. Her best friend from back home had been much the same. She was the only one that he got along with. He mostly kept to himself, though whether that was by choice or due to bullying Raksha didn’t know. It was what it was. Maybe Daymar hadn’t gotten the greatest responses from his peers. ”Being in the males’ side doesn’t scare me Sebolaren. Boys don’t have cooties.” Raksha smirked at the young man and chuckled mischievously. She didn’t notice how that may have made her sound until it was too late to take it back. At least to her what she’d said had sounded bad. ”Not that I go there, or anything,” she defended herself quickly. She flashed him a sheepish grin, shrinking down some whilst over killing it by putting a finger to her mouth. Ah, the child-like expression. She only ever pulled it out when she was sure it’d help her cause. ”Perhaps he would like more friends and just doesn’t know how to say it,” she wondered aloud. Rask wasn’t making a fuss, or being obnoxious in order to get her attention, which Raksha appreciated.
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