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Post by Ruin on Jun 28, 2011 15:30:42 GMT -5
Lips pursed against his work before releasing to admit a strong sigh to pass between his lips; stormy grey eyes narrowed to angry slits and regarded his newest ongoing project: A mass of straps and leather stretched out on a work bench in front of him: He sat against the outside stone wall of the stable yet shaded from the light of day. Large hands held leather pressed flat to an equally flat rock, and in one hand sat a punching awl which was currently being tapped through the thick and long lengths of cured hide. Requias stood to his right, lashed to a tying ring in the wall, beside both trough of water and fodder; her flanks were adorned with finished straps which had been loosely belted not only around her, but also around each other. It was a very strange harness indeed.
Because it was for a dragon. Drafting, scribing, knifing…all paled in comparison to working on the riding straps which would keep him secure—and safe—during Threadfall. As luck would have it he had always fancied himself something of an inquisitive mind when it came to harnessing the beasts of the Ruathan fields: Requias herself went out under seat wearing the simplified bitline he had designed for animals he had hand-raised and trained himself. He thought back to that long-ago day when he had met Xiro’el, and helped him with a small harness for his future hatchling: Although Tigreath had outgrown the thing in a matter of weeks. The smile that swiped across his face was brilliantly genuine and he tapped the awl into the hide again. This leather wasn’t actually fit for riding straps—he would never think to practice with stuff of that quality—most of it was scraps of varying length cast off by the weyrling culls.
So he practiced and toiled and practiced more. Of course the final size of the harness would be determined by the dragon he impressed—the Fore strap might require over ten inches of width to ensure it didn’t cut into the dragon’s neck during flight—not to mention that the hatchling would require new straps every few weeks during that first turn: They grew so fast. He paused in his work to count off on his fingers the words in his head: Fore strap, aft strap, neck plate, bridge strap, chest strap—those would all vary. The tethering straps, riding belt, safety straps, and toe loops would not: Those would be of pre-determined length; or length based upon the width of his own body. He chewed lightly on his bottom lip; considering his chest. The riding belt would need to be thick—he wouldn’t want to fall from his dragon only to be pulled up short by safety straps, and then have the belt cut into his back or belly: Delilah would certainly not be entertained.
His hands went back to work; punching holes so he could fit both thick leatherworking needle and double twisted waxed cord through each carefully spaced hole. Practice made perfect, correct? He had certainly decided to put all of the extra time between Hatchings to good use—this time when he stood; he would be ready. Then, after a turn of growth with his dragon: He would be ready to rise in defense of Pern with his Weyr. The smile that pulled along his face was grim, but determined—he might be a few moons behind most of his closest friends, but that would not stop him from keeping up with what he could. Study, practice, learn, and never turn down help. He bartered for what he needed, or worked for it depending: He knew those who made inks, quills, could gather writing implements, and hide was always in abundance. Work, and work, and work: It was pleasant, and work was something Sebolaren had grown up with.
Days of freedom were spent hunting shipfish or riding Requias, but other than that it was spent on self-improvement. I see your challenge, Weyr’s of Pern, and I accept it. His hands swept up that large needle and thick thread then began double-stitching: This was his true project of the day, testing stitching patterns for strength, complexity, and overall time to completion. He would willingly pass the rest of the day doing this: His chores were done—now on to new things.
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Post by Rii on Jun 28, 2011 17:45:12 GMT -5
Gorgeous! That was the word for the day, absolutely gorgeous. Alennar was fresh come to his new posting at Dalibor Weyr and after two days, he'd already decided that this was a good place for him. There were PLENTY of new and different things here for him - yes, he regarded the experiences ahead as being just for him.
He was, perhaps, a little self-centered that way.
Pursing his lips, Alennar started to whistle, well-pleased. He would go down to the stables again; perhaps meet more of his fellow hands this time. At first glance it seemed he would be disappointed - it didn't look like there was anyone in the yard. But when he rounded a corner of the stable, he was pleased to see that his first glance was wrong. A tall man, sensibly dressed and hard at work, sat against the stable wall. A runnerbeast that he could only assume was the other man's stood nearby, draped with a tangle of leather straps. The Keroonian herder paused in his whistled tune to utter a few reassuring clucks of his tongue for the beast. Pleased to see another well-trained runner, he turned to the man.
"Afte'noon," Alennar greeted the other affably with a faint drawl. He'd worked to improve his speech after hearing how some of the folk from other holds spoke, but there would always be at least a trace of his herderfolk accent. "'Arnesswork? Not for a runner, so I'm guessin'." He leaned against the wall and grinned, showing mainly straight white teeth; one of his canines chipped from some past incident. He waited for the man to finish punching a hole to offer a hand. "Name's Alennar, fresh in from Keroon."
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Post by Ruin on Jun 28, 2011 18:19:44 GMT -5
An unassuming smile graced Sebol’s mouth at the clucks he heard above him from where he sat—bent over—at work. He looked up expecting to find Xiro’el attempting to cue Requias into trodding on him, but instead his eyes encountered and swept across a lanky man who was probably just shy of Sebol in height. The smile on his face did not betray his mild disappointment—new people were always fun: His eyes caught the Herder knot on the newcomer's shoulder and he fought down a knowing smile. Certainly he wouldn’t be seeking out the stables so early in his visit otherwise, correct?
The man’s accent gave away his Craft all the more, and Sebol found himself easily slipping back into his own Ruathan Beasthold lilt. “Beautiful indeed, aye” of course there were many days like that here at Dalibor, and the man would discover this all on his own as time passed by, but better to assure him now that it was simply beautiful and not an exceptionally strange day. An’ aye, ‘s harness fer a dragon. Ridin’ straps.” He returned his eyes to the task at hand, determined to finish this last line of holes before being distracted by the possibility of meeting new acquaintances.
Once finished and he had set the awl aside the man offered his hand and his name, both of which Sebol accepted: One with his firm hand to match, and the other with words. “Sebolaren of Ruatha—now Dalibor—Dragon Candidate, ye kin call me Sebol er Seb. Fresh from Beastcrafthall Keroon I wager?”
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Post by Rii on Jun 28, 2011 19:14:16 GMT -5
"Ayup, Beastcrafthall was looking for someone willin' to ship out t'the Western Continent. Jumped onnit - like new places." Alennar gave Sebol's hand a firm shake. "Pleasure t'meet you, Sebol. Ruathan runners're th'finest on Pern, beggin' my Hold's pardon." He chuckled, the sound rich with good humor. He recognized the herder accent from the other man, as Sebol recognized it in him. Good, he seemed like a solid sort. "Dragon candidate! Ruatha seems to churn out as many good dragonriders as good runners."
He brushed his tousled hair back from his forehead, listening and nodding. A dragon's harness. Interesting. Yes, they would need something rather different than a runnerbeast's harness. The work wasn't to a journeyman's level - if he couldn't recognize that after living Turns in his parents' hold with his tanner mother, he may as well gouge out his eyes now. And he wasn't about to inconvenience himself that way. But it showed skill and care in the work.
Hooking one thumb into the broad width of his belt, Alennar nodded towards the runnerbeast. "She's a beauty. Yours? I haven't had the chance to meet all the beasts here, but I'm lookin' forward to workin' with 'em."
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Post by Ruin on Jun 28, 2011 19:28:47 GMT -5
“Ye’ll be well received inna stables. Plenty o’ Herderfolk, not so many ranked. Glad ye could get th’ wanderlust out by commin here.” better than some other methods of shaking travel dust onto ones boots—such as disappearing during Fall once your dragon was well fledged. Ah well, that was neither here nor there, was it? “Well met indeed, Alennar, an I thank ye kindly: We do take pride in our runnerflesh—and our Dragonriders, as you point out,” the warm smile on his face was genuine and he stood to lay the extra straps across Requias’ flank for measurement.
“Innit much, I only know o’ th’ strapwork from messing about with harnesses. I have a special set o’ take for Requias here, as she’s so well trained, but thas ‘bout as experienced I am with the hides. I figgird t’ get a head start on Weyrlin’ lessons, once I Impress.” He listened to the man’s question as he patted the grey mare appreciatively.
“Unfortunately not, s’my dream t’ train me own Ruathan colt one day, but she’s just a loaner. Great mare, well trained. Dinna figgir it’d be fair t’ bring a new colt here only t’ Impress an’ be busy with me dragon.”
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Post by Rii on Jun 28, 2011 20:05:30 GMT -5
Alennar was a little pleased to hear he'd be one of a few herders with rank. If there was one thing that Keroon had plenty of, it was experienced herders. Journeymen and Masters from the Beastcrafthall peppered the man's family tree. It had been expected of him to walk the tables, and he'd pursued the knots he wore with the same stubborn determination he faced down chores and training runnerbeasts.
"You talk down on yoursel' too much. Solid work here." Alennar gestured at the straps. He'd liked to have fingered the work, but he probably shouldn't, since the straps were draped over Requias's back. "M'ma's a tanner journeywoman, so I knows good work when I see it, even if I ne'er went on to train it. Even stitches. Might want some more reinforcin' at the joinin's, but it's good."
"Aye, kinda know how y'feel. Someday I'll save th'marks for a Ruathan colt 'r filly of m'own." Alennar nodded firmly. There was an air of determination about the man; when he wanted something, he worked until he got it. He grinned. "Do have a mare as I raised an' trained m'self I brought with me, though. Keroonian, but she's a lovely one - be happy to show you her paces."
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Post by Ruin on Jun 28, 2011 20:20:50 GMT -5
Sebol stared at his own work critically before turning hopeful eyes on the man. “Ye think? Any help ye can be is certain appreciated. I’ll watch th’ joins more close-like. Make sure they’s tight. Wouldn’t want t’ fall off’a me dragon.” A smile lit up his face and he pulled a long strap from around the mare to study the joint in his hands. It would need another layer of stitching, and another layer of hide. Always a chance it could pull apart.
His eyes returned to Alennar as the man spoke, nodding with agreement—he’d have his colt someday as well, when there was time enough to train him right. If anyone knew anything about determination, and work, it was Sebolaren—he could not only see the man’s point of view, but meet it. Perhaps they could train their colts together someday. His eyes lit up at the mention of the mare and he nodded.
“We must go ridin’ o’course. Not many I know ride, an’ most that do have dragons o’ their own. I’d be much pleased t’ meet her acquaintance. Requias could do with the company a’swell.” So this man would be quite valuable as a friend. Fellow Herder to discuss all the animal birthings and unfortunate euthanasia, and a man to ride with.
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Post by Rii on Jun 30, 2011 1:40:28 GMT -5
"Aye, y'need to double-stitch up th'joints to be sure. An' anywhere's you put in fastenin's an' buckles, same thing. Double it up an' put in bars, 'r crosses." The journeyman herder crossed his hands in demonstration, remembering his mother's instructions (which he had mainly paid attention to when it came to making his own runnerbeast tack). "Helps keep it together if th'pull ain't always goin' in th'same direction, aye?" Alennar nodded sharply. "No dragonmen'll be fallin' off their beasts with a lil coachin' on their straps, even if I 'as t'do it m'self. But I 'magine they 'as people trained t'show that better'n me. An' once you've learned makin' 'em right, there's carin' proper for 'em, eh?"
His nodding continued as Sebol mentioned riding, grinning heartily in agreement. "Tha's great! 'Appy t'ride with you anytime, so long's th'work is done. When d'you 'ave th'time? I know you candidate types have all sort o'things to be takin' care of, or so I'm thinkin'. Can't all be stable-chores an' makin' 'arnesses!" Alennar chuckled a bit, figuring there had to be more to it. After all, they were preparing to undertake a massive and daunting responsibility. Not one that HE'D be willing to even try, to be sure. Not have time for his herder's work? Not train runnerbeasts? Not a chance.
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Post by Ruin on Jun 30, 2011 1:55:23 GMT -5
Sebolaren studied the man carefully as he explained how his straps could be better made and stronger; every hand movement and word was dutifully memorized into little images he could call forth into his mind the next time he needed to recall them: Whether it was to repeat the information, impart it to someone else, or put it to good use. How lucky this Keroonian had come along now of all days; now when he had so many harnesses out for the showing: Both to coax information from him, and to relax him into speaking freely.
He gave the man a bright appreciative smile, “aye, I kin see ye be a good learner as teacher; ye picked up quite o’ bit o’ knowledge I wouldnna mind learnin’ meself when ye have time. O’course I’m sure ye’ll be as busy as Candidates are. Which is t’say only as busy as ye let the work pile up. I tend t’ work fast on me chores. This,” and he waved out to include all of the leather, tools, and where he had been sitting. “All this be private stuff, self-improvin’. This’ll be me second time Standing, an’ I wanna make a better Impression so t’ speak, be better’n happier fer it. So’s I been workin’ hard on all sorts. Scribin’, an Draftin’, and learning t’ knife fight. Hunting shipfish, his smile turned into a mischievious grin. “Awright so mebby t’innit all fer self-improvement, but s’all interestin’.”
He began plucking the harnesses from Requias as he answered the man’s final question, “Have time mos’ evenings, an even now iffin ye be settled enough t’ set out, but can be anytime. Mos’ a’ my chores is in the stables for the birthin’s an just reg’lar handlin’ cause I got so much experience. Plus they kicked me out o’ the kitchens fer bein clumsy and undoin’ most their werk.”
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Post by Rii on Jun 30, 2011 21:43:15 GMT -5
The journeyman listened to Sebol's request and nodded affably. This could be turned to both their advantages! He put forth his counter-proposal. "I'll be teachin', if'n you can 'elp me get used to th'weyrfolk 'ere. Ain't never been t'this kinda place. Don't know anyone, rather not step on any toes afore I've unpacked, eh?"
Alennar laughed at the mention of shipfish, clapping the other man on the shoulder in a friendly fashion. "Good! Need fun's much as work. Life's short an' all. Get it in when y'can. I'm passin' fond o' seein' new an' innerestin' things mysel'."
"As long's I 'as my tack an' my runner, I'm settled 'nough to go for a ride." He pushed off of the wall abruptly, heading around the corner of the stable and calling back over his shoulder. "Be fetchin' 'er out now. She's been cooped up what with th'ship an' all, a good ride'll make us all 'appy folk." The tall herder - not as towering as Sebol, but still far above average - snagged a piece of root vegetable from a trough, breaking off a still smaller piece. He didn't believe in spoiling his runner. Striding up to a spirited and well-built bay, Alennar clucked to her and offered the small treat. The mare lipped his hand, and the piece of root vegetable vanished with a crunch.
Patting her nose, he turned to look for Sebol and jerked his chin at the runnerbeast, pride in his tone. "This's my mare. Kaydi."
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Post by Ruin on Jun 30, 2011 21:53:38 GMT -5
“Know ‘xactly what ye mean, was as lost as a headless wherry when I arrived ‘ere. Still learnin’ but I can impart a bunch o’ what ye’ll need t’start straight off with. People here is more affable than ye’d expect, but I s’pose sharin’ yer mind with a dragon does that.” He grinned well naturedly and then returned the shoulder clap good naturedly—he was honestly feeling more at home with this man than he had in a good while, like a bit of the Ruathan field had stepped into Dalibor and settled down at his feet.
”Plenny t’ see here, I promise!” Once the man walked around the stable Sebol slipped the quick-release on Requias and tossed the line over her neck, chirruping to her; she fell in behind him at a lazy amble; the straps that had been across her body slinging over his shoulder. They seemed to move well. They should all sit a dragonet without fear of chafing. Once they were in the stable proper Sebolaren’s eyes focused on the bay mare. Healthy and strong; he appreciated any man who took care of their beasts—and didn’t spoil them rotten.
”She’s a beaut! Easy t’ sit?” He pulled Requias’ pad and cinchstrap down from her stall door and tacked her quickly, slipping the bitline over her lower jaw and releasing the halter from her head. That done he ground tethered her and took to watching the Keroonian and his mare.
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Post by Rii on Jul 1, 2011 20:26:32 GMT -5
"Must be a fair lot of 'eadless wherries flyin' 'round when new candidates come in! No offense t'you, Sebol." Alennar chuckled again, taking down Kaydi's tack from the hooks on her door. They were crafted of well-worked leather, several shades lighter than the mare's coat. No ornate decorations or fancy detailing; these were pieces for long, hard work, maintained by the journeyman herder's confident hand.
"Aye, she's easy t'sit, sure-footed an' fast t'boot. She'll take a full day's ridin' and be lookin' for a race at th'end," Alennar couldn't resist bragging just a little about the bay's abilities. He'd been there for the birthing; he'd raised and trained her himself. It was no wonder he'd hold pride in the mare's performance.
"'Ow about your loaner... she's one of th'riders', I'm guessin'? Requias, y'said?" Alennar worked steadily to cinch on Kaydi's saddle, then bridle. The mare snorted and tossed her head in spirited play; he snagged the half-fastened headgear without hesitation and finished it off. "Well-trained, t'be ground tetherin'," he commented appreciatively. "You ready?"
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Post by Ruin on Jul 3, 2011 23:27:49 GMT -5
”None taken, o’course—I felt a’like a wherry m’self t’be honest. Uprooted from me life.” His eyes followed the Keroonians with interest as he took down those supple work-ready straps. He’d learn anything from anyone as long as the person showed themselves to be in the knowing of what they taught. It was easy to see that Beastcraft was part of this man’s life as much as the leatherworking: Which pleased Sebolaren to no end.
For the man’s vocal appreciation of his mare, Sebolaren gave him a bright smile—what man proud of his beasts not speak so well of them. He did not doubt her skills over land or field, and in fact looked forward to seeing how she handled himself. Of course he wouldn’t hesitate to speak well of Requias, but somewhere deep inside he still yearned for one to call his own—who he could raise under his own hand, and his own commands.
“Requias belongs t’ a Rider indeed, an I’ve ne’er tried ‘er speed—Imma mite cautious wit’ ‘er, what wit ‘er not bein’ mine an’ all. She’s certain agile an’ far too intelligent fer ‘er own good. Been out plenny ‘o times overnight an’ she’s no werse fer wear. Saved me inna storm as well, from a fallin’ branch. More lik’in a canine than a runner. “ It was true too, she’d ground tie, and guard, and follow him like a proper mutt—and she’d already shown her violent reaction to what she assumed was an attempt to dismount her rider. “Always ready t’ ride,” his smile was bright and he turned back to his grey mare and took up the bitline then ushering her out into the bowl with a soft word.
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Post by Rii on Jul 4, 2011 17:04:32 GMT -5
Alennar listened to Sebol extoll Requias's virtues with a warm smile, impressed at what the Ruathan told him. It was rare to find a runner so well-trained; not all runners could even learn the most exceptional skills. For all her good qualities - and Alennar would not give her up even if he had the best runners on Pern as well - Kaydi refused to tether to ground consistently.
He frowned slightly at the thought. "Well, Kaydi's a clever beast, but she ain't quite that. You seen her try to haul away from me; she's got a streak o' mischief runnin' right through 'er. Taught a 'andful fer others that'd ground tie an' such, but she won't. Too much spirit, mebbe, if'n there's such a thing."
Outside of the Keroonian herder mounted comfortably, keeping an easy seat. "Lead on, Sebol." He gestured outwards. "Aye, a good runner's worth more'n any canine fer guardin'. There's more to 'em than ridin' 'round. Lot more."
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Post by Ruin on Jul 5, 2011 14:48:45 GMT -5
”Some o’ them have a wild streak yea wide” he spread his palms to capture the sky itself with a silly smile on his face—it was entirely true as well. You could have the most well-mannered beast in all of Pern, but if she got it into her head to play a trick, she would. Luckily Requias seemed to lack the care for jokes and obstinance—he believed she loved serving her rider the most of any work she would do.
He followed the Keroonian’s lead in mounting; though he did not bother to bid his mare stop: Instead he wound his hands deeply into her mane and then hopped once—once and then he bounded to her back like a great feline. His long legs sought the small hollow behind her shoulders, and his calves fit snugly there: Catching him to her body as if they were one. He flashed a bright grin for the man who rode beside him, and then did take the lead—angling them toward the Southern Weyr exit, where those large stone walls stretched away to verdant jungle and sandy beaches. Beyond that the ocean and Western Continent.
”Ne’re can convince some people o’ that. Requias here works as fast as any canine.” He eyed the man with speculation, and then flashed another brilliant smile. “Y’know, been spending much time down ‘pon the beaches a’lookin fer shipfish—mayhap we’ll find some today?” He dropped his seat onto the grey mare’s back and she reacted immediately, arching her neck and prancing with a fire that had come upon her suddenly: She was ready to stretch her legs a little. Sebolaren had not been lying; he had never let her fly loose—but a healthy canter wouldn’t harm her.
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Post by Rii on Jul 5, 2011 21:36:20 GMT -5
Alennar gave a gentle pull of the reins in the appropriate direction - the shift of the tall man's weight and tension on that side were all the guidance the bay needed, turning to follow and catch up with Requias. He pressed his heels down, settling more center to the saddle, and gave Kaydi a little slack from the reins gripped in one hand. This was where he belonged - in his runner's saddle. It didn't matter where on Pern he went, as long as there was a runner of his there.
"Shipfish, hey? Never seen a one. Wouldn't mind it - s'posedly they used t'come up 'round th'bays up north, but I didn' spend too much time 'angin' 'round on beaches. I'm more a plains boy," the herder explained with an unrepentant grin, "'Ardly been outta Keroon. Not very worldly o'me, but fixin' that now."
Enjoying the easy ride down the trail towards the beach, Alennar lifted his voice enough to carry over the sounds of the cantering runners. "So who all's been huntin' shipfish with you?"
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Post by Ruin on Jul 8, 2011 21:46:57 GMT -5
Requias lead the way; but only slightly—she enjoyed the company of another runner—being that mostly she was escorted out by dragonets who were tempted to eat her. Those same-said dragonets had grown much larger over the moons and, well; she lacked for company of the ungulate kind. Sebol’s seat was light and he rocked with her, not allowing his delicate areas to bounce uncomfortably off of her back—as much as he loved the easy sway to his hips that accompanied any three-beat.
”Funny tis, we’ve n’er seen a one. Been lookin’ for ‘em—prolly close t’ two seasons now.” He wasn’t exactly sure where the hang-up was with these shipfish; apparently they had to exist—Dolphincrafthall was across the way at Crescent: but they certainly eluded the efforts of himself and his trusty troupe of Weyrlings to find them. ”N’er spent much time inna ocean either; bein’ from Ruatha—but I has friends as what teach me how t’ swim in those rougher waves. Wont like t’get swept out t’sea. Though p’haps then the Shipfish would save me.”
As far as he had heard, they weren’t even supposed to be called ‘shipfish’; that being the uneducated term used by people who couldn’t tell a dolphin from a dragon—but he liked the word. He imagined them leaping alongside a vessel that he himself Captain’d and…well…it was glorious. ”Bunch o’ the Weyrlin’s who Impressed at th’ hatching I didn’t. So’s I knew a good bit o’ them previously.”
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Post by Rii on Jul 10, 2011 16:08:52 GMT -5
Kaydi tossed her head and cantered along proudly, the flick of her hooves a hint at the great energy the runner had; if her rider gave the sign, she would happily run herself to death for him, even if it took several laps around the island they were on. She might not always obey her rider - she'd never stand perfectly still for him - but she was a faithful mare and a clever one, and Alennar had a right to be proud of that.
"Mebbe there's somethin' in th'water as they don't like 'ere rather than over in Crescent?" Alennar hazarded his guess with a shrug of his shoulders. "Or they jus' didn' know you were there, 'eard once that they call 'em with bells an' whatnot; deep loud sounds as will carry o'er th'water." He chuckled. "You could sink an' see if they'd come, aye, but I'd 'ates t'find out they 'appened to be elseplaces just then. Waste o' good herder."
The Keroonian rather liked the word "shipfish" himself. Dolphin was just such a weird sort of word. Doll-fin. Still, they were supposed to be clever beasts and he wouldn't mind meeting them if it happened. "Weyrlin's, eh? Then you'll be all set for gettin' your own dragon, bein's you've been 'round theirs while they been growin'. Know th'troubles before they happen." He shot a grin sideways at Sebol. "They innerestin' kids, th'Weyrlin's I mean? Th'dragons too, I s'pose."
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Post by Ruin on Jul 11, 2011 10:50:21 GMT -5
He laughed jovially as the man talked; having never actually considered a way to call them. ”Thas’ settled then, ‘ave t’ send me Traderman t’ get us a bell. We kin ring it o’er th’ water strapped t’ one o’ th’ dragonets’s necks.” Seemed like a perfectly acceptable idea to him! He pressed his calf in along Requias’ side and she curved around a tree that might have otherwise scraped him; she would never mean to hurt him—but runnerbeasts weren’t all that great with depth perception and knowing their own size: They couldn’t tack on additional width for their riders.
”T’ be true; they’d miss me at th’ stables—might kill me twice fer bein’ so dim!” Certainly Atenna would, leave her with all the foaling and none of the company; poor love would probably destroy herself with tension and anxiety. Luckily for everyone involved he was far too smart a man to go swimming in the ocean—unlike Xiro’el, he knew that it was no safe place for man. No fins, no thick skin: At least a’dragonback they had membranous wings to keep them aloft. Silly Seacrafters.
”Aye, ‘m hopin it helps t’ get me own, yanno, with th’ experience should be easy fer me t’ care fer him. An aye! More interestin’ than ye’d figger. Th’ dragons’ll ‘ave their personalities. Loud er fun an’ dangerous. Good group t’ get mixed in with” At least it was for him, certainly the Keroonian wouldn’t have much a reason to be traipsing off with dragonhandlers. Maybe though. Perhaps he was less rigid than Tytallen.
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Post by Rii on Jul 15, 2011 19:39:17 GMT -5
The big Keroonian chuckled, shaking his head. "Be a sight t'see, a big ol' dragon wearin' a bell 'round 'er neck. Ye think they'd go for it?" He thought that dragons - even baby dragons - were prouder creatures than that. But maybe they weren't. Certainly now he'd be able to meet more dragons (and dragonriders) than he did at Keroon. He looked forward to it - far from being as rigid as Tytallen, Alennar was the opposite. He craved these new experiences, the glorious joy of making more of the world part of his.
He patted his mare as they rambled down the path. "S'pose th'runners ain't too fond of dragons, same's back home?" Not that he'd let Kaydi interfere. She could be taught to stand fast when faced with the dragonets and their full-grown counterparts, though whether she'd ever like them would be something else entirely.
"I'd figger 'em t'be plenny innerestin'," Alennar protested cheerily. "Be 'appy if I were in your place, Sebol. They sound like good folk. Mebbe ye can introduce me to 'em." It was a serious suggestion; what better way to meet people than to make a friend, meet their friends, then the friends of friends... the circle growing and growing in the easiest of ways.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 16, 2011 0:53:29 GMT -5
”I’m sure would be, not e’eryday they get t’ see a shipfish, we been searchin’ so long, bout forgot what it is we be lookin’ fer anyway.” Wasn’t that the truth? Somehow he had expected shipfish to roam the ocean waters in abundance, yet there had been no sign of one. Of course none of the dragonets would mind the bell—although they might try to eat it, and Tigreath might try to catch it from a great height…perhaps it was best to involve them not at all.
”Act’ly they seem t’be quite happy wit ‘em. Req here’s been out often wit the weyrlings—one o’em even wanted t’ eat ‘er up, not a flinch. But they’s raised in tighter quarters ‘ere than mos’ other Weyrs, what with the island an all. I s’pose it depens on th’ time. Req ‘as been 'round dragons ‘er whole life.” Thank goodness for that as well, else he’d have lost her long ago to a broken leg in her haste to flight from Tigs or Agnith or even Prith, but now—she seemed steadfast, even when in caves with giant lizards.
"O'course, they love t' meet new people." To be truthful, Sebolaren wasn’t entirely certain about introducing his current group of cohorts to the Herderman; having come fresh from Ruatha—there were many things he learned about being a Dragonrider only from his classes, and his friends, and a lot of it wouldn’t be understandable until he Impressed. Not that there weren’t plenty of Weyrfolk who had Dragonmen for friends, but it could cause conflicts. Still—he couldn’t deny anyone admittance to another person; he’d just have to trust all of them to make judgment calls and help the Keroonian understand the way of the Dragonrider’s of Pern.
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Post by Rii on Jul 16, 2011 14:20:15 GMT -5
"Mebbe I'll find someone as got a calm sort o' dragon or wher to try an' introduce Kaydi 'ere to first," Alennar decided aloud. "She's fine 'round th'firelizards. Find a black or somethin' - one o' th'smaller sorts. Ease 'er into it." Yes, that'd be the way to go. Now he just had to track down a rider with a calm, quiet dragon that wouldn't try to eat his runnerbeast. Of course, when it was put that way, perhaps it was easier said than done. He'd just have to make it happen, because he wanted Kaydi to be steadier around a good portion of the Weyr inhabitants. They were Weyrfolk now. Weyrfolk didn't run from dragons!
It was as well that Sebol didn't think to deny Alennar the chance to meet his friends; the herder had firmly decided he was going to one way or another now. Besides, conflicts or not, he was part of the Weyr now. He'd never learn dragonrider ways by staying away from them. There could be conflicts in the future, to be sure, but wasn't that mainly from misunderstanding? If they didn't take offense to his lack of knowledge and Craftbred ways, maybe they could work something out.
Alennar sat back as the path and surrounding folliage gave way to beach with a low whistle, pulling up his bay with a gentle tug. "'Ere we are then. Think I'll tie Kaydi off 'ere or she'll prance off just for fun." He dismounted, boots thudding into the sand solidly. The mare tossed her head and snorted, as if to say innocently - who me, why would I wander off?
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Post by Ruin on Jul 18, 2011 13:15:49 GMT -5
He nodded and then gave a bright smile, ”G’dan’s Green Prith is as calm as dragons come, especially concerning Weyrlings; that might be one of the better places to start; the Green played guard duty for Requias once.” Far better an idea than Tigreath who would simply want to eat the beast, or even Agnith who would do her best to be Kaydi’s friend—regardless of whether prey animals should be chattered to by large predators.
For a moment, when they broke onto the beach, all Sebol could do was take in the beauty of the world around him. The beauty of the day light across the wide expanse of blue ocean, the lapping of the white-foamed waves upon the white beaches that appeared so pristine. He settled his seat into the grey mare’s back and brought her to a skidding halt, she responded daintily; her hind legs slipped beneath her to bear her weight even as her fore-hooves gained a distance from the sandy soil. He signaled her to swing those limbs sideways and did so, returning them to terra only once she had shifted sideways—giving Sebolaren a much-sought view devoid of the familiarity of her ears.
Aye, never know when a storm’ll brew up.” Sea weather was fickle as a weanling.
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Post by Rii on Jul 18, 2011 18:47:44 GMT -5
"G'dan an' th'green Prith, eh? I'll remember that'n." Alennar drawled thoughtfully. See? They could work together. Sebol could introduce them, or he could find the weyrling on a restday. If the dragonet was indeed calm, then acclimating Kaydi to the more dangerous inhabitants of the Weyr could begin. And meanwhile he could get used to the ways of dragonriders.
Large, firm hands tethered his bay mare to a tree at the edge of the foliage, moving quickly to finish their task so the herder could devote his attention to the beach. A broad expanse of sand and a broader expanse of pure jewellike ocean met his eyes. "Long way from th'plains outta Keroon," he muttered, taking in the view with a measure of appreciation. He shot a grin at his fellow herder. "Powerful difference from Ruatha too, what?"
With one last pat to Kaydi, Alennar started to stride across the sand, a confident long-legged walk that consumed the beach beneath him. "Well, mebbe we won't be findin' shipfish t'day, but no harm in tryin'. I figure on causin' a ruckus an' seein' what comes from it!" He gave an explosive "Ha!" at his own unsubtle plan. "Hope you ain't body-shy, Sebol. Ain't goin' to soak through 'ide pants for a fear o' skin."
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Post by Ruin on Jul 19, 2011 19:09:56 GMT -5
Sebol was poised to answer everything Alennar had said, and though he had some trepidation over how the man would react to his refusal to strip; he was genuinely looking forward to spending more time with the Herder. However, all of that was nullified when an unfamiliar flit appeared next to his face chittering loudly. Thank Faranth for Requias’ steadfastness.
Of course he didn’t understand why he had suddenly earned the attentions of the large Bronze, but his queries were wiped away by vivid flashes of imagery to explain—not to mention the letter the creature held. Apparently there was more than just a message; there were also bags of some sort which had been delivered to his Barracks-room and left on his bed by this same flit, but his owner had decided a letter carried a’dragonback far too important to leave for him to find.
Curious; who wouldn’t be, he unwrapped the sealed parchment which held safely two separate letters. His eyes scanned them both quickly—and their words set the grey mare beneath him to pawing at the loamy soil. ”I’m sorry,” the words came absently, and his eyes could not find the strength to leave the paper and find Alennar. ”I’ve been called away.” Requias was moving before the words had left his lips, subtle movements along her flanks calling her to rise as he set his body to her. Of course there was no headlong flight back to the stables, but the two set off with determination, Sebolaren’s face having gone ashen beneath his sun-touched flesh.
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