Sakoru
Drudge
THE FEARSOME FIERY BEAST
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Post by Sakoru on Jul 9, 2011 22:36:13 GMT -5
Xiro was beginning to question the wisdom of actually running himself to exhaustion every night. He was getting better at it, that was undeniable, but it was also virtually impossible not to crash every so often. Usually he tried to time that for rest-days -- now that Tigreath could catch her own food, he could afford it. Honestly, he was beginning to think that this was just becoming more of a habit and less of an actual effort to tire himself enough to sleep.
Well, no matter what his midnight runs were turning out to be, the cyanrider supposed that it didn't much matter. He'd just deal with everything that came his way, same as he'd been doing for every month he'd been at Dalibor. And at this present moment, what came his way was Sebolaren. Really, Sebol wasn't coming his way, but Xiro'el was headed straight for him. It took no time at all for him to catch up and sweep past the dragon candidate, and then all he had to do was execute a neat flying turnaround and stand facing him.
"Hi, Sebol!" he greeted cheerily, running a hand over the sheen of sweat on his forehead. "What are you doing out so late?" The trader grinned and lifted a brow, tilting his head slightly. Unlike himself, the ex-herder was not a maniac who ran at all hours of the day and night, so there had to be some kind of explanation for his presence in the Bowl. |
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Ruin
Wingrider 
ruinct[M:-786]
We build the worlds we wouldn't mind living in
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Post by Ruin on Jul 9, 2011 22:58:53 GMT -5
”Looking for you.” It was a matter of fact statement with the entire connotation to bespeak the absolute weariness and torn emotions within the ex-Herder. None of which would be new to the Trader. When wasn’t something going on in Sebolaren’s life. ”Where are the lizards? They were going to need them—definitely need at least Avsiran; though the Candidate did not doubt that Xiro’el had imparted some training into both of them—Sigard seemed quite capable every time he snuck up on his own bonded without the man being aware, and Sebol was a very observant man.
”I sent a reply to the Steward of Ruatha—apparently Daymar has a sister, who found the letter, and then transferred from Fort—where she was Searched—to Stand here. She arrived today. I just told Daymar—who then fled and has probably gone to throw himself from the Rim. All I can think on is what happened with you and Fel; I had never meant for her to see the letter—but obviously I am to blame. So I have found you so that we may spy on him—ensure he doesn’t go and kill himself. Or rather you and the lizards will spy on him: I cannot see a way for me to sneak anywhere.” There it was; as concise, quick, and to the point as any of Sebol’s speeches. Which the Trader had only heard a dozen times before—if not more.
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Sakoru
Drudge
THE FEARSOME FIERY BEAST
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Post by Sakoru on Jul 10, 2011 20:21:51 GMT -5
"Ah, that's direct," the trader observed with a note of surprise, and the cheeriness faded slightly. His blood brother clearly wasn't doing well; even someone less observant than Xiro'el would have noticed that. And, because he was observant, the trader summoned their two flits right at the moment he heard 'where.' They appeared from between with soft popping sounds, and landed one on each of the weyrling's shoulders, tilting their heads and staring attentively at Sigard's human. They chirped in unison, asking what was to be done.
Ah. Well, then. Xiro listened to the entire explanation without interrupting, and then nodded slowly, immediately catching the gist of this. "If Daymar's relationship with his sister is anything like mine is with Fel, the fact that he ran away doesn't bode well. Avsiran!" The flit swung an attentive gaze to his master. "Search east. Sigard, go west." He shook them from his shoulders, and both split off in opposite directions, fixing in their memories the image of Daymar that Xiro'el presented them with. For his part, the trader quirked a brow slightly and then grinned up at Sebol. "They'll find him shortly, I imagine. When they do, I'm off -- I'll send Sigard back to tell you how he's doing, shall I?" |
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Ruin
Wingrider
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Post by Ruin on Jul 10, 2011 20:48:25 GMT -5
Of course the Trader had seen it all quickly enough; he could have not found a better man for any sort of job—he listened, he was intelligent, he thought on his feet, and he always kept pace. He also would take the majority of this job onto his own shoulders. Not that there was much that Sebol could do; but it still meant a great deal that Xiro’el had come to trust him so much. Theirs would be a brotherhood that would last the lengths of their lives—at least until one or both of them fell to Thread, but standing there—watching the man await his confirmation as certainly as the firelizards did; he had a vivid image of flaming the skies together.
He didn’t smile; he couldn’t—he was hungry, bone tired, upset, and generally Sebolaren, but he was suffused with warmth that hadn’t been there previously. Someday he would be able to repay Xiro’el for his loyalty—and his dedication to this friendship. Until then; perhaps they could simply remain cohorts in the various activities they found to occupy themselves. He watched the firelizards release from the man’s shoulder and a small smile teased at the corner of his mouth.
”Please, send him to the stables; I’ll be bedding there until the majority of this blows over.” He took his leave then, knowing that this would be in capable hands, and if anything changed—at least he would know.
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