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Post by kireon on Feb 22, 2012 6:50:44 GMT -5
Am no longer itchy...[/color] Wenth sighed contentedly to her bonded as the tall girl finished applying the last bit of hide. Blue eyes whirred happily as she craned her neck back to Aylina and nudged her as carefully as possible. Not itchy... no more needed... no... [/color] The blonde laughed in response, giving her dragon's jaw a playful pat and shove in response as she collected the rags and scrub brushes to clean up after herself.
Couldn't let a mess go, nope, wouldn't be right to just cause a mess and leave it. That'd be a lack of respect, and her mother, may the woman rest in peace, would come back and haunt her if she even tried. Slugabed was curled up in her shirt, clinging to her stomach like his namesake suggested. Never seen such a lazy, kinda pathetic bug ever 'n her life, but it'd be fine for as long as he didn't get too sharing big. Having him sleep so much was fine, she'd get him to the lake later, after she'd fed Wenth, and he could go get his own food in exchange for her carryin' him back to her little room in the Weryling's quarters.
"Yes, yes, you're a good girl, y'did most things I asked without me havin' t'repeat m'self about four times today." Which was true, the first time she'd tried to oil her dragonet, it'd ended in one shardingly ridiculous mess where Aylina'd been hard-pressed to figure out which of 'em had actually gotten oiled and which of 'em hadn't. Brown eyes glinted in contentment, she'd done it right this time and her progression with her dragon-love was going very, very well. She'd had to repeat herself twice at most that day, so she'd consider it a damn fine improvement and start.
A big head shoved itself into her chest after she'd set her buckets and rags down, nearly knocking her over as she caught hold to steady herself. "Hey, I said good girl, not knock me on over now," she scolded half-heartedly, not able to really put much heat behind her words when she had the pair of big... still admittedly empty blue eyes staring up at her and that whole 'I am adoring you right now' thing she could feel in her very bones coming from the tan.
Shards, but Wenth was getting ridiculously big. She'd heard in classes that dragons had a crazy fast growth spurt, but seeing it herself? Somethin' else all together. "Wonder if your brothers and sisters are getting as big as you are and givin' their buddies all kinds of trouble too?"
Wenth's eyes had closed when Aylina'd given her a hug, listening to her heartbeat. At the mention of trouble and siblings, the pale head rose up and looked toward the door. Sibs... she had sibs... yes... they were in classes sometimes together. Trouble... siblings... were they? No... no distress she could feel from Aylina, so no trouble there... where was trouble...? Do not know... do not think trouble is here... no...[/i] Clouds were not trouble... no, no trouble around the clouds. Not unless Thread fell again, no, no Thread. They would not be there if there was a fall.
"Eh? Whatcha lookin' at, Wenth?" Aylina asked, figuring the dragon would tell her something. When time'd passed enough by, the blonde sighed. Well, they'd been doin' good so far, only natural that some habits'd be hard to break, even with three months of work an' all. "Wenth? Y'listenin'?"
Silence, the tan was staring at something near the door. Shrugging, she left the dragon to her thoughts as she finished cleaning up and had things put away, rearranged and all that to suit the need for things to be neat and easily accessed to cut down on time. All said, done and over with, Aylina sighed, now officially contented with a job well done and completed to her liking... and found Wenth staring at her, again. "Somethin' up?"
One blink, and then another. Smaller than usual...[/i]
A blank look on Aylina's face was her response to the tan's comment. Smaller than usual? What in the name of... "Huh? Smaller than usual?"
Yes... AylinaPretty is smaller than yesterday...[/i] Her neck craned down as she hummed a bit, not exactly concerned, as whenever something confused her or hadn't made sense, HerPretty would tell her why... mostly. There were times HerPretty didn't know either, and that was okay too... they could not know together, in that case, and that was all there was to it.
Ooh, that's what she was talkin' 'bout, now things made sense. ...she thought, anyways, time'd tell here in a moment. "You're gettin' bigger, I ain' gettin' smaller, that's all." She smiled at her rather daft dragon and looked pleased about the whole situation. "Sure, it'll be sad you're not, y'know, little 'nough t'be able to sleep in the furs with me like y'were, but that's alright. You're gonna be a big, strong girl, just like me, y'know? We'll protect people t'gether."
Wenth considered that information as she watched a lock of cloud colored hair slowly curling beneath the weight of water and oil toward herPretty's shoulder. So pretty... she was like Wenth in color, tan with pale. She needed blue eyes though... yes... and then they would be a matching set... Yes... protect the Weyr together... will AylinaPretty get bigger too...?[/i]
Aylina was heading out of the cleaning area, muttering under her breath about how she needed a haircut again and smoothed her hair back out of her face. For once, oil and water were good things, and the combination allowed her normally absurdly thick and fluffy mess of hair to get slicked back. It wouldn't stay that way, and she'd need to clean up, but it'd work for the time being, at least until after Wenth was fed. Mighta done that backwards, come t'think of it. Shoulda fed 'er first, then oiled 'er hide. Ahh well, that's a lesson fer next time. "Nope, I'm all grown out, thank Faranth for that . I'm big 'nough as is." She clicked her tongue, causing the tan to snort in response at the sound and follow as the tall weyrling began heading for the feeding grounds.
You are small, not big.[/i] Wenth commented after a long bit of silence, her pace slow and ambling after the long legged strides of her bonded. How is AylinaPretty big enough if she is small? Her chosen's thoughts of food were appealing, she was getting hungry... food was a good thing, HerPretty was smart to think of eating now...
"Big for a human, Wenth. I ain' exactly small like some of the other girls, an' even some of the boys out there." She told her dragon as they approached the feeding grounds. "'sides, it ain' right if I'm bigger than the boys either, makes it weird." Which... was true, given her mother's exasperation back in the day when she'd surpassed her oldest brother in height and had kept on growin' until she stood about two or three inches taller than he had. Their father hadn't said much, but then again, he'd always thought his children were good enough as they were and didn't want 'em to change to what they weren't, or couldn't be.
I will be bigger than my clutchsibs,[/i] It was said with an odd certainty, like she knew it deep down. Well, with the way she was growing, Aylina couldn't really doubt that- and Naireth had been one of the biggest she'd ever seen thus fair, Couineth not withstanding anyway. so we are the same, AylinaMine. We can be big together... though you are still small...[/i]
Whatever else the subqueen was going to say was lost by the sight of food, and the dragon focused her attention on that instead. Looking at every hunk of meat with a daft yet intense focus that seemed at war with itself, and was probably unnerving as well. Yeah, we'll be big together, that sounds good t'me there, Wenth.
Aylina thought at her dragon, leaving her to eat her fill. Growin' girls an' growin' boys needed plenty of food from her experience, she'd certainly eaten like a dragon in her younger years. Maybe she'd see one of her weyrling classmates around, see how they were doin' an' all with their dragons. Wouldn't help ease the nostalgia and homesick she felt, as she missed her sister, her other brother and especially her father, but at least she was sorta-kinda family with the other Weyrlings in the Firefinders, as their dragons were certainly siblings. "...Wenth, y'got a lil' somethin' right there." She motioned, tapping the corner of her own cheek in response.
Wenth, finishing her food, looked at her with a bit of... something Aylina really didn't care to identify hanging out of the corner of her mouth. Will wash my face... the lake...?[/i]
"Yep, good girl, y'got this down." She praised her, figuring that a good deal of praise was better than not enough for her... not so little dragon. Together, they ambled on over to the lake, Aylina having Wenth bend down enough so that she could tug the scrap of something free and toss it into the tan's mouth. Making a face at the mess in her hands, as it'd been wedged in the sharp teeth pretty good and the young woman very highly doubted they had a toothpick big enough for a dragon's mouth and teeth, she was relieved when they reached the lake. "'ere y'go, Slug, get on in there and get some food, y'don' wanna starve yerself, now do ya?"
Slugabed complained as he was brought out of the nice place he had been sleeping, wriggling a little as he was removed with minimal effort from his attached place at her stomach. Ehhh.... ehhh... ehehehehhhhh.....[/i] Honestly... so much work for food... ugh.. he'd just make the fish come to him. They'd do that eventually... but then twoleggedHelp would carry him back like usual. Eeeh... ehh.[/i] Fine, he'd do it, but he would be very tired afterward, and she would have to do the walking for him. After all, he would be catching his own food, clearly she would be impressed with that much.
Washing my face... yes... drinking water... also yes...[/i] A pause, and Aylina waited expectantly as Wenth stopped a little before dipping her snout into the water to do the aforementioned cleaning and drinking. ...will not drink the pillies, no...[/i]
"...did you just say you won't drink the pillies, Wenth?"
...drinking pillies... that is a no...[/i][/size]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Feb 23, 2012 14:42:50 GMT -5
"Oh, what a surprise," a soft voice observed behind Aylina. The tone had the humored lilt of Halventh's mental tongue, but it was only his rider on approach. It was not a surprise at all that the youngest Weyrlings should find themselves in similar places in the times allotted to them for maintenance of their lifemates. L'xon's arms were dragged down his front by the weight of an enormous oil bucket, though the effort required to carry it nor the constriction across his chest had diminished the volume and solidity of his speech. He bore his burden past the other Firefinder with a greeting bow of his head, and settled the bucket a few feet down from Wenth on the flat, shallow sands dusting the shoreline. "I will be back," L'xon offered to his classmate, then strode away again.
Soon there were footsteps in the sand once more. Not the man, but his dragon, which might still count as the promise of a return fulfilled. The blue's stomach better contained his appetite after a few months of growth, and his breakfast only drooped his midsection slightly. His jaws were clean up to the tips, where splotches of blood gleamed on his muzzle like the darkening of a wherry's beak. The only other added color was being tracked in minute quantities along the sand, rubbing off the sickle-points of his nails. Halventh cracked open his mouth a few inches and scraped something off the roof of it with his forked tongue, eyes swiveling onto Aylina a step later before returning to the waterscape ahead.
Halventh immersed his front legs in the lake up to his elbows, then plunked his lower jaw under the surface to inhale the cool water. He still lacked some of the grace that would become requisite as an adult, both in technique and in the sense that he refused to address the others till he had suited his own basic needs. L'xon trundled back with another bucket, held up a single forefinger to stay Aylina after he had set it down, then marched off again; Halventh remained drinking his fill throughout, throat waving down the bulb of each hungry swallow.
The blue leaned forward as thirst abated and the sedating influence of his full stomach kicked in. He hobbled out the last few feet that would get his back legs under the freezing water to the hips, extending his pale azure wings across the top, though there was no current to swim against. His dragonhide twitched beneath the added chill, which was felt not in its bald sense but as the difference between standing in a shadow and reclining in sunlight. He turned around to face Wenth, his tail-tips curled clear of the water and wagging behind him like some variety of stalking sprout.
Wenth, he crooned, seeming to kink his neck in five different places as he did so. The muscular blue coil relaxed back to its usual silky arch. How you doing... His neck jig-sawed again. ...Wenth?
"Stop that," L'xon said, returning with his final oil bucket and raising his eyebrows to Aylina. He did not often converse with Halventh aloud, but it was important to demonstrate to Aylina that he was taking steps to reduce his dragon's silliness. Halventh's wings made glittering flaps against the lake's mirror, bursting the images that had been floating serenely about him. His wedge-head wavered between Wenth and L'xon, for now he had spied the order of oil awaiting his return from bathing. After a few seconds he made quick inspections of his paws and then scuttled out beside L'xon. There was a small grey pillie bundled against the dragonet's tail when it pulled free of the lake, but Halventh did not notice and one good flick of the appendage sent the insect arcing back into the water.
Though one bucket was all that was needed to douse Halventh's itches, the blue required enough to keep him gleaming for half a day. And though L'xon had hauled out all three of the heavy containers, he was barely winded. Such efforts did not compromise anything but his sense of efficiency these days. "Did you need any for Wenth?" he asked Aylina, since he knew Halventh would not throw unsightly fits over his demands being incompletely filled anymore. That had been an activity thankfully reserved to the first week or three post-Hatching, and had centered more on food than any other facet of his maintenance.
L'xon, last bucket still in-hand, peeked over his shoulder at the tan. "Nevermind. She looks good!" he praised, for the suede shimmer of Aylina's dragonet looked as healthful as he could hope to see. Halventh lowered his head, planting one foot forward and resting his weight on the crook of the other, looking for all the world like a racing runnerbeast performing his winning bow. But the blue hardly saw his position as one of subservience.
Yes, shower me, human! he cackled as Lex tossed the bucket's contents out over his head and legs. L'xon smiled in shared pleasure, but tried to suppress the notion since it came from the same indulgent vice as all of Halventh's presentational gimmicks. The second bucket went over the blue's haunches, and Halventh simply squatted down to receive it since he had not invented a luxurious way of doing so yet. There was so much oil on Halventh's face the blue could not open his eyes, but raised his head anyway and cocked it this way and that, grinning toothily at the magnificence he imagined for himself.
His rider still had to contend with the actual work of the oiling, the seeking of wrinkles in the hide where dryness could fester, as well as the slow coating of the wings, which he preferred to do by hand anyway. L'xon moved to the latter task first today, prompting the right wing open wordlessly and coaxing Halventh to sit while he began rubbing the furthest sail between his hand and a cloth. Look at me, Wenth, came the common refrain of a vitally oiled Halventh. He whipped his head toward the tan so strongly it flicked a reverberation down his whole body, trembling the wing in L'xon's hands. L'xon gave the sail a gentle tug back into place and continued working.
Though the air continued its autumnal frigidness, the lakewater had already seeped off Halventh's warm body and the oil protected L'xon's hands and arms from the worst of the wind. It all accessorized nicely to his dragon's need for every oiling to be an outside, public affair. Ask Aylina to help.
I will not. It's not her duty. There was a hint of possessiveness in L'xon's reply that made Halventh's throat flutter with a draconic chuckle. He tipped his head at Aylina, or where he thought Aylina was, and tried blinking his outer lids open to confirm her. When he did find her, he gaped his jaws gleefully at her and oil trailed between the upper and lower halves, then down off his chin like a transparent goopy beard. Oil was getting between his fangs though, and he could only squint his eyes open in transient fractions before spending a few more seconds blinking oil out of them. L'xon sighed. "If you would be so kind, could you take one of the dry cloths off the other bucket and mop Halventh's face a little? He'll hold still for you." The blueweyrling made a face. "I got too much on him."
Unlike Halventh, he would have much preferred to keep the process of preparing them both for the day as private as possible. L'xon did not bother cleaning himself up till his dragon was done: his yellow hair was freshly mussed from sleep, his clothes the same that he wore to every dragon-care session, his eyelids red yet and his chin dusted with the unshorn starts of a flaxen beard. He was not sure why he coveted such a thing as a free moment with his dragon, and it did not matter since Halventh's interests overrode his own. The need to be polite was still fairly commandeering too. "Did you need help with anything?" Halventh had made many observations about his clutchsister, most of which were not flattering. L'xon's eyes lowered to the wing membrane rippling with light and oil beneath his fingers. "With Wenth?" he proposed, as delicately as he could. "We have to do those hind-leg exercises every day for this month. How have you been fairing with those?"
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Post by kireon on Mar 2, 2012 20:11:23 GMT -5
Startled, the blonde turned with a crunch of sand beneath the foot not currently between her hands, boot halfway off in a funny sort of hop and stumble. Big brown eyes seemed to take up half of her face as she blinked a few times, rapidly, and then gave a sheepish grin in return. "'ello there," she searched her memory, giving an absentminded nod when he strode off again. She'd have his name by the time they got back. There were only six in her class, after all, and she wasn't that wherry brained. ...at least, she hoped not.
The tall blonde watched the odd bobble-kink of the blue's neck in amusement. Wenth's head rose from the water, where her attention had been the last lingering while. Shaking the water free, she turned to her clutch-sib and rumbled a greeting to him. Do not drink the pillies... that is a big no Halventh... yes... a big no...[/i] She leaned her neck over when she noticed hers about to lose balance, her damp snout against the girl's lower back. Too cold to swim for AylinaPretty, yes... too cold.[/i]
Oh Wenth, she shook her head with a chuckle, rolling her pant legs up just past her knees. Managing to get back on her feet thanks to Wenth's actions, she gave the cold muzzle a pat and scratch under the chin in thanks. "Yes, yes, not gonna swim none, gonna wash my face too." Shards, water got colder a good deal faster than it ever warmed up, she thought with a frown at the clear surface and beckoned her dragon over to make sure everything had gone properly. L'xon, that was 'is name, Aylina recalled suddenly as his voice broke through at his dragon's antics, or so she hoped.
The brown eyed girl grinned, watching the moment the growing blue noticed the oil buckets and headed out. Using the momentary distraction to scoop water up and briskly wash her own face- had to make sure she was setting a good example, Aylina paused and shrugged, leaning over to soak as much of her head as she could in the cold water. Might as well do a quick rinse to get the oil outta her hair before it wound up attractin' something bad. Scrubbing the water through her short hair wasn't terribly hair, though she sucked in a breath at the air that nipped her neck after she stood back up and slicked it back again. Something'd splashed nearby, the girl frowned, not sure what it was. You see that? She asked Wenth, figuring if anyone had, her dragon with the penchant for looking at everything would have.
Yes... splashed...[/i] Wenth's distracted response came as she settled herself contently near by, paws folded over each other with her tail curled properly against her side. HerAylina was being talked to, and she stared at L'xon for what was probably much, much longer than normal. Halventh's hair was kind of like HerAylina's. No... MyPretty already got the itchies... yes...[/color] She didn't have a problem talking to L'xon, or to many other people at that.
Aylina fought the smile that threatened to spread across her face. Silly of her, but the dragon had a tendency to find things interesting, and then imitated them when she could. At the moment, she was testing out a popular position she'd watched a feline rest in for a good long time. "Thank ya kindly, L'xon, he's lookin' mighty fine and dandy himself even 'fore the oilin'." Huh, well look at that, L'xon had some tricks to oilin' his dragon she could probably learn to make the process less time consuming, though probably messier. ...which was why he was outside doin' it by the lake, of course.
She knew that, really. L'xon's dragon was quite the character, she noted as she watched him cock his head one way and another. Little show off, she thought with a chuckle. Reminded her of that one stallion back home who liked to prance and show off to the lady runnerbeasts whenever he got the chance. Look at your brother, Wenth, he's showin' off.
Obligingly, Wenth had turned her attention from her rider as she'd come out of the lake to the thoroughly oily clutch-sib of hers. Spacey, almost kinda-sorta empty blue eyes looking at her blue brother intently. Looking at Halventh... yes... looking as asked. Looks like sky... yes... ...has stars too like sky... but they are not out in the day, no...[/i]
A noise she'd heard Wenth make a time or two, or a similar one, caught Aylina's attention as she watched the interaction, wondering if she and Wenth often looked that comfortable and at place with one another when they did their oiling thing. She stifled a laugh at the more than intentional grin the blue sent her way, what with the oil sloughing off to form a wet beard and the barely visible slits of his eyes.
"I can do that fer ya, not a problem at all. I reckon he rather likes the attention." Aylina replied cheerily, heading over to the bucket to grab one of the aforementioned rags. Oilin' a dragon hadn't been, to her immense relief, something that'd been all that different from groomin' a runnerbeast, or so she told herself. She used broad, smooth strokes to get the excess oil out, and rubbed it into a few places that, on Wenth anyway, usually wound up being the itchiest around the head and jaw area. Sure was a pretty fella, Aylina thought to herself with a smile, appreciating the color of her classmate's dragon and the hard work the two of them must've been putting into their duties, training an' other lessons.
Which was why L'xon's question caught her off guard, a perplexed look on her face as she hummed to herself a moment in thought. Making sure she took extra care around the eyes and eye ridges on Halventh as she removed the excess oil from around there- oil in the eyes smarted, as did anything that didn't belong in there- she finally managed an answer. "Prolly a bit behind with the leg exercises," She admitted with a look toward her dragon, who'd gone back to watching the few puffs of clouds in the sky all contented-like. "We get a lil' distracted when we're outside, 'specially if there's clouds out. She likes t'watch 'em, so I've gotta get her attention and be a might sharper than I'd like to be with her."
That and she was worried something was up with her lovely lady's legs. Watching Halventh move about had only seemed to confirm what she'd suspected; Wenth's legs weren't as long as they should've been. Not that it makes her any less or anythin' ridiculous like that, but I worry 'bout what it'll mean for flyin' an' such. Aylina thought to herself as she made another pass with the rag she had.
She gave a sidelong look to L'xon, figuring it couldn't hurt to ask. "Has, uhh, Halventh... got any habits like that? Gettin' distracted or somethin' that makes lessons take a lil' bit longer than they should?" Maybe she was just too indulgent, afraid of hurting her dragon's feelings or making her unhappy. But Wenth did try hard once her attention was back, it was just a matter of keeping her attention that was the trick. Wenth, you okay with me doin' this? No response. She resisted the urge to sigh and spoke again, using a sterner note to her 'voice' as she addressed her dragon. Wenth? I'm talkin' t'ya now, pretty lady. You listenin'?
Wenth snorted, shaking her head a few times and looked to Aylina. She listened as the girl repeated her question and moved her gaze slowly from her person to her clutch-sib and his. Okay... okay... was it okay? Yes...? No...? Maybe... she did not know. Yes... listening now. Am okay... no itchies for me... no more itchies for Halventh either, no...[/i] That made sense to her.
AylinaPretty had helped her not be itchy, so she was helping Halventh's and his not be itchy too. Hers liked to be helpful, it was part of why she loved hers so much; helpful without being power-greedy. They knew their places, yes... so they would help like they were needed to, whenever they were. MyPretty is helping Halventh not be itchy, this is good and okay...[/i] She sighed dreamily to hers, Halventh's and Halventh himself, contented with her ability to understand something that felt rather difficult. [/size]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 4, 2012 16:25:12 GMT -5
Halventh wiggled as L'xon's hands tickled oil underneath the base of his wing, supple spine carving temporary blue S's along the Bowl floor. The blond attending his midsection grinned, though he was trying to keep an eye on Aylina's progress on the blue's dripping head too. Halventh already had one eye cleared and blinked it greenly back at L'xon before adjusting his head back into Aylina's care.
My stars are out all day, dear, he informed Wenth, tipping his head out of alignment so he could peer down at his own chest. "Stars," yes, he liked that description for what he had previously noted only as a smattering of dark spots down his chest and belly. A fantastic feature, and so understated! He could always trust Wenth the Ever-Eyed to survey him completely.
You abuse her inclinations.
The dragonet ignored that sentiment with a snort, blinking when the air from his nose blew mightily through Aylina's wet hair. That got another rivulet of oil worked into his right eye, so he stayed still after that so Aylina could finish mopping him. L'xon moved around to the other wing, and Halventh repeated his squirming, but this time held his head still. When Wenth provided her slow response, the blue's eyes ticked toward her with a slightly fuller consideration than what Wenth's own bulged facets usually provided.
She's not too terrible, he shared with L'xon, though the sense of not-terribleness was also passed to Wenth.
"Halventh requires a firm hand sometimes," L'xon answered. "He's pretty spirited, and he's yet to temper that with experience. I don't think it's quite the same as with Wenth." He peered over his blue's relaxed back at the tan. "He always pays attention. "It's possible that her traits may be common to her color," he proposed very gently, for Aylina did not seem to be familiar with the typical classification of tans. "Asking the Weyrlingmaster-- well, asking any of the Weyrlingmasters, that might be wise. If you need help with those exercises though, I'm sure Halventh would not mind performing them with her."
Just volunteering me away! the dragonet sighed, though he made no outward protests. I'll not do it if she takes forever to copy.
You're allowed vanity or selfishness, not both.
No fun! Halventh was mushing his neck against Aylina's rag while he complained, and kept trying to sneak his eyeridge back under the same. L'xon eyed his blue's friendliness warily. He and Aylina were working on the same side now, and he glanced over her wet hair.
"One other thing, Aylina," he prompted, smiling at her. "If you bring a bucket of water to the kitchens, they will heat it up for you real quick. The rooms are warm; you can dip your hair in and then they'll give you a towel when you're done. But the Weyrfolk also bring hot water to the baths in the early morning, at least on the boys' side. You have to get up ahead of the sun to take full advantage, but it's usually still pretty good by this 'mark. Either method is good." He released Halventh's wing and the dragon got to his feet, though he kept his head dipped by Aylina. "Just thought you would like to know, um, before winter." L'xon rubbed his arm.
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Post by kireon on Mar 8, 2012 0:51:58 GMT -5
Wenth considered that piece of information from her clutch-sib. His stars were out all day, but they were not actually stars. Stars only came out at night and disappeared this time of day. So if Halventh had stars, they should disappear in the day... yes? No... Not stars... not really... no, not real stars... not real but looks like real sometimes, yes...[/i] She sighed gustily, looking quite content where she lay and lifted her head toward the sky to watch the few puffs of clouds happily. She was learning, and that was a good thing, yes... a very good thing. Whenever she did a very good thing, she was praised by herPretty and was allowd to watch clouds. Clouds...[/i] Wenth murmured dreamily, picking one of the fluffier ones to observe until something else would inevitably catch her attention. So she would watch them now, yes... yes, she would.
HerPretty was also not terrible, that was a yes too, and she sent her brother and his a sense of contentment, pleased they agreed with her's not-terrible. She would not have chosen Aylina had she been terrible, that would have been a no... yes... definitely a no.
"'ey now, handsome one," Aylina laughed at the snort blew through her wet hair as she carefully got the rivulet of oil that'd gone right into his eye cleared up and out of the way. "you're gonna end up hurtin' y'self if y'don' hold still now." She continued her careful, if a little slow, minstrations on the dragon's hide. Sure, she could probably be a quicker hand an' all, but she'd rather work a slow, steady pace to make sure there were no problems later on down the line. 'specially when it was someone else's dragon than her own, that'd just be inexcusable on top o' plain out rude.
Spirited was a good word to call the blue she was helping oil, she liked the word, had a good ring to it, a happy one. "Yeah, she ain' spirited, more low key than anythin'.Good word for this 'un, by the way, he's got loads of it an' then some." A proud smile accompanied by a pat on Halventh's jaw. "In my experiences back home? Those who're the most spirited are some of the best an' will do as asked no matter what the weather an' all will be once you get their respect."
Which, hey, if L'xon was workin' hard as she figured he was, that respect was prolly already there. They'd make a darn good team once Halventh was all grown an' they have whatever other trainin' they needed under their belt 'fore they were put to the test. She hummed under her breath a moment or two before finally figuring out a decent response to her weyrling classmate's comments. "Y'know, never did take 'er color into consideration or think much of it; I was more surprised that I'd actually gone and Impressed at all. Thought I was too old for that kinda thing."
She sent love and affection down the line to hopefully blunt the words that were gonna come out next, if Wenth was actually listening. 'bout a fifty-fifty shot on that 'un, never knew until the words were out. "She's what my ol' man woulda called 'touched'; got a personality sweeter 'n bubbly pie on a cold day, but she ain't too bright." On a level, it did trouble her, as it gave her things t'worry 'bout in the future, particularly that Between trainin' and maybe those flyin' lessons too. "I'd be a fool liar if I said it didn't concern me none, but ain' no goin' back now, y'know?" Another smile, affectionate as she focused on sopping up the large amount of excess that'd been giving him a silly lookin' beard.
Dragons with a beard, heh, wasn't that just a treat an' a half to see? Made a body wanna chuckle, that was for sure.
Felt good to talk 'bout it with someone else, even though she knew it'd probably be better to talk to the Weyrlingmasters like he'd suggested. "If you'll s'cuse the sudden chatterin' of mine, I don' wanna put you out none either, just is nice to share some thoughts with someone who's raisin' one like I am, 'stead of someone more used t'dragons, if that makes any kind of sense." Well, that and she didn't want to be seen as a complete incompetant. Wouldn't be fair to Wenth if she wound up punished all because Aylina couldn't pull her own weight in the training, so to speak. No such thing as a bad beast of any kind; just a bad handler an' trainer, that was all.
She gave him a sheepish grin. "A work partner might do 'er some good, she usually pays a little more attention when another dragon or whatnot's around doin' somethin' the same as what she's supposed to." She continued to mop the oil, smiling still. "Y'know, I think of 'er as a little girl, prolly 'round four or five turns in age. The type that're at the stage where they wanna help an' all, but they ain't quite able to get it right just yet."
Maybe it was something she would grow out of, maybe it wouldn't be. She'd just have to let time, and training, tell for sure. She'd love her either way though, and that's all there was to it. Wenth'd chosen her, after all. An' from what she'd been hearing, a dragon didn't choose wrong, ever. She giggled a little, trying to keep it quiet as Halventh kept pushing his neck and eyeridge back under the rag she was using. "You like your eyeridges all worked on like your sister, don't ya?" She asked, not even really noticing the cold all that much due to focusing on her work.
We do not choose wrong, MyPretty... We can't choose wrong.. no...[/i] Wenth told her softly, dragging her attention from the cloud she'd been studying and focused on Aylina. Green mixed in quite heavily with blue as her eyes whirred a bit. Can't choose wrong.... always right, yes.. always..[/i] She blinked twice, slowly moving from Aylina to Halventh as he moved. No more itchies...?[/i] Usually getting on her feet meant she was done. Maybe Halventh was done too... and he had already washed his face, which was a good dragon, and good dragons always had clean faces before they did... ...before they did something.
...what came after face washing?
"Eh? Oh! Really? They got time t'do that for us?" Aylina looked surprised, like the idea hadn't really occurred to her to ask, and chances were probably pretty high that it genuinely hadn't. "I'm used t'gettin' dirty while workin' an' washing the worst off in the nearest river, creek or lake of some sort. Old habits don' leave so easy, I s'ppose." Despite being caught by surprise, she looked pleased at the new information. It'd definitely be a good deal more pleasant to get that bucket warmed up and have a towel to dry most of the short hair she had rather than air dry. ...even if it did make her a right fluffy mess she had to tame after. "Wasn't thinkin' 'bout winter, but I'm sure glad y'said somethin' 'fore it got too much colder. Can't go gettin' a fever now, not with all the work t'be done."
Her attention returned, pace quickening a bit more as she finished getting the majority of the excess off, no more bearded dragon for L'xon, that was for sure. "Anythin' else I can help the two of you out with? Y'both are bein' pretty darn helpful, be a shame if there's nothin' I can do in return." Which was true, she was proud of herself for her ability to do whatever, most of the time anyway, was asked of her without complaint. 'specially if it got the work done and done right the first time and made life just a little easier for everyone.[/size]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 9, 2012 11:35:08 GMT -5
Halventh deflated at being pronounced not-a-real-star. L'xon did not bother to clarify, as the blue often heard things only the way he wanted to. Halventh relished his seconds-long martyrdom, then growled at Aylina when she advised him. The dragon's eyes were spinning a happy green, and the sound was all contained in the long throat being oiled, more vibration than audio. There was no malice in him, but like a runner unsure of his jockey, he certainly kept watch to see if he could fool the tanweyrling. L'xon's hands crossed a sensitive spot and coaxed the dragonet into holding still.
"Thanks. He appreciates the compliment. Maybe a little too much." L'xon smiled at the one big draconic eye close enough to spy him over Halventh's shoulder. "The older ones have all gone through their Betweening and have been flying Thread a while," he explained as reassurance. He was unaware of the singular death toll among the tans, though it had not been from training. "As long as you work with the Weyrlingmasters, you'll be okay." Even their young greenrider was competent enough for most dragon problems, though L'xon privately hoped Aylina might turn to one of the older ones for assistance.
Halventh's rumbling ascended into a whistle at Aylina's calling-out of his behavior. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and L'xon leaned back from where he was working the wing to peer at him. Quite comfortable and feeling uncommonly mischievous, he called, "Halventh? You in love?" The blue's eyes widened to Wenth-like proportions, and he snapped his head and neck back to standard oiling postures, staring at the ground. "That will keep him for you," L'xon chuckled.
She has nicer hands than you, Halventh admitted very privately, so quiet L'xon almost did not catch the sentiment amidst his own thoughts. His eyebrows rose and, like his dragon, he refocused on the task at hand almost completely.
You mean because they're girl hands? he whispered back. That would be just like the pampered mallard.
Hm? No, they are much rougher! L'xon's eyebrows furrowed at the wing under his rag, and Halventh regained some of the earlier arch in his neck, never to be repressed for long. I can really feel them, you know? L'xon did not know, and frowned at his work. When he had finished he carried his rag back to the buckets and tossed it in, rubbing his palms together to work the excess oil into his own skin. He glanced over his shoulder to check if Aylina or Halventh were looking, then held up his hand to his face to squint at it.
Silly, silly.
L'xon stiffened and looked back, but Halventh had his head turned the other way. The blue struck him with a wave of encouraging adoration then, and the mote of jealous uncertainty disappeared, leaving him wondering why it had festered into existence in the first place. Halventh had this way of stirring up things in him he had not realized even existed. No more itchies, Halventh replied. I am good. He walked over to stand beside the tan. If they were doing their exercises together, it was best to start now!
"Actually there is," L'xon said, looking after his dragonet fondly, and wringing his hands. He did not supply anything further till Halventh began extending his right hind leg, but eventually turned back to Aylina. "Do you perhaps have need of a coat? I have a few that I need to disperse...I am really running out of room for them. Oh, and I have some lovely mirrors." He paused. There was really an entire mountain of inventory he could move out for the other Weyrlings to pick and choose from, but he could not very well put them out in front of the barracks for scavengers without alerting his source. "The coats are my size, but if you take a couple or a few to the weavers, I'm sure they can tailor something for you from them. The wherhide is very good, flight jacket quality. For the mirrors I have round ones, floor-length...anything, really."
The blueweyrling had become mysteriously better-dressed in the past few months. He unfortunately could not invite Aylina over to look at the giveaway, due to the restrictions on their living quarters. His smile hoped she would be alright going from his verbal descriptions. "And I have lots of things for winter too, and they'd fit almost anybody. Hats, gloves...I'm sure there's something to fit your...hands."
Wenth, Halventh queried after he had performed a couple warm-ups. Watch me. Do like I do. And... He had just noticed her stumpy hindquarters. What's wrong with your legs?[/color]
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Post by kireon on Mar 14, 2012 17:30:13 GMT -5
"Say-hey now." She admonished lightly, feeling the vibration against her hand as she finished the patch on his throat she'd been working on. "What's that about, hm?" His eye color was green though, not any of the 'warning' colors, as she'd come to think of them as. So either he was trying to imitate a feline, and he was kinda showy like one, come to think of it, or he was messin' with her just 'cause he could. Spirited indeed, L'xon must've had his hands full with this one in a different way than she had hers with Wenth.
The comments on his dragons' personality, coupled with the whistle from Halventh and the teasing question from L'xon had the weyrling cracking up, particularly more so when the dragon's eyes widened and he suddenly became more cooperative and stood as standard. "Aww, you mighta made the poor lad blush with that, if a dragon could blush, anyway." she gave Halventh an affectionate pat, working on another part of the blue hide.
Wenth snorted at the whistle, blinking rapidly as she turned her vapid stare to the group. Was Halventh misbehaving? But HerAylina and HisL'xon were smiling, her's was laughing too... laughing was good except when it wasn't. She hummed a little in response, wanting to feel included in the noisemaking before looking to the surface of the water. Clouds in the water... clouds in the sky... no itchies for anyone, a very good day... yes... Good...[/i] She echoed dreamily, attention pulled away from the clouds as she watched the blue head for her. He was done too, all itchies were gone and he was done being oiled.
"Huh? Coat?" That wasn't the answer she'd expected and it showed on her face. A puzzled expression rapidly turned into confused when mirrors were brought into the conversation as well. That might be kinda funny, seein' Wenth's reaction to a mirror, the blonde thought to herself after a moment, trying to picture it. ...hey Wenth, would you look at yourself in a mirror? Couldn't help it, she had to ask. Had to.
...don't know... why?[/i] The response came after a few moments, and Aylina could actually feel how hard her dragon was trying to think about the question, and what she would do. Poor thing, she'd gone and confused her dragon too.
L'xon wants to know if we want a mirror, search me if I know why though. She responded, listening to L'xon as he detailed the items he had and trying not to look amused at how he was trying to 'sell' her on the stuff he wanted to get rid of. He had gotten some nice clothing lately, she just figured he'd managed to save the marks up or had someone from his home send him a few things t'remind him of where he'd come from.
Wenth paused, still thinking hard. She didn't know, and her person didn't seem to mind either way, meaning she didn't really mind either way... but was asked if she did. That... was kind of confusing, really, it was... Cannot search you, the tan dragonet finally responded. you are already Mine, why do you need to be Searched if you are MyPretty?[/i] Silly pretty, she turned her head away from watching her clutch-sib and to her chosen, there was no need to be Searched when they were already together. I don't mind a mirror... I do not wear coats though... no... but AylinaPretty wears them, yes...[/i]
Next time, she wasn't gonna confuse the poor thing, Aylina thought to herself and struggled not to smile at her dragon's response. 'Search me' means 'I don't know', just for next time, Wenth. But alright, we'll see about this mirror and coat business. Why don' you help Halventh out with your exercises, hm? Show 'im how it's s'pposed t'be done. "I.. s'ppose a new coat'll do some good if the winter's gonna be as bad as 'xpected out here." She replied, cautiously and scratched the back of her neck. "Ain't worried 'bout the size too much, I reckon they'll fit well as is. Gettin' rid of a collection t'make room for somethin' or...?"
She was trying to be polite and not a nosy hen, really, she was. But if a lot of things suddenly got dumped on 'im, she kinda wanted t'know how they came about, just to be on the safe side. He was a weyrling, and thus obviously trustworthy, but... still, curiosity got the cat in the long run, so she'd ask it anyway. After that, well, she'd probably offer to help him find others the coats, and mirrors, could go to.
The pause as he mentioned her hands gave her a start, and she rather unsubtly studied her hands with a quizzical expression. Nope, nothin' changed that she knew about. Well, her hands were gettin' a little softer thanks to all the oiling, but they were still rough and calloused in comparison to others she'd known. The oil was also nice in the winter, helped her skin not crack as much as it would up north, a real blessing in disguise, that.
"I s'ppose they're a might big for a girl, ain't they?" Maybe that's why he'd paused a moment, he'd worried he'd be offensive if he mentioned her hands and how big or unlady-like they looked. A grin was sent L'xon's way. She'd gotten over that about four turns ago when she'd gotten the sit down from her pa and he'd let 'er know that she was who she was an' no one would ever be able to change that, not even herself. "That's alright though, ain' much about me that's on the littler side of things anyway an' that'll come in handy at some point or another."
A chuckle as she tapped a finger against her thigh, thinking to herself a few moment. "Can' think of anyone else who might need some stuff, but I can certainly give it a shot an' look for ya if you need t'get rid of it soonish."
Wenth watched the warm ups, having gone ahead and slowly done her own like Aylina had suggested. Halventh was faster, so she would need to be faster too and keep up. Watching, yes... Halventh, watching you...[/i] A blink and she turned her head to follow his gaze, studying her own legs carefully. They were her same legs, nothing changed... maybe she should look closer, did he see something she didn't? Her neck curved, lowering to better inspect her hind legs. ...still same as yesterday...[/i] She replied after slowly realizing she needed to respond. no problem with my legs, no... they are the same as yesterday's legs, yes... is there something wrong with Halventh's legs...?[/i]
Blue eyes watched Halventh, expectantly awaiting an answer. Maybe something was wrong and he was teaching her how to look for the answer... maybe. Or he wanted her to show him what to do in their exercises like HerPretty had suggested. Did you forget how to do the next step...? It happens sometimes, yes... forgetting happens...[/i]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 15, 2012 14:45:24 GMT -5
"I had a request of mine misinterpreted," L'xon explained readily. He was trying to protect Day'ar, but it also was not fair to Aylina to expect her to swallow down this pile of gifts without knowing where they had come from. "And the party responsible has taken it upon himself to over-furnish me with these extra belongings. He feels guilty because he broke the ones I originally had- a mirror and some clothes. It wasn't much really. I never owned much before this." He ran his fingers over the suede collar of his current dark brown jacket.
He gave his blond head a gentle shake of admonishment at someone not even present. "But he felt very responsible. He responded admirably, just um...to excess." Sort of like Aylina's hands and their excessive traits. The bluerider's pale cheeks turned rosy along the firm bones that sculpted them. "If you could keep it all somewhat close, just the people whom you know relatively well, I would appreciate it. I realize that may make it difficult to find someone who needs any of it, but I don't want the whole Weyr to find out and take advantage of my friend's generosity. But anything you want for yourself, I can definitely pass it along."
Had that been enough to obscure the viridianweyrling's identity? Aylina had been a newer Candidate than him or Day'ar. L'xon tried to recall if she had arrived before Day Impressed. It was so long ago, a fact emphasized by Ambrith's increasingly astounding stature. He'd been most encouraged by the fact that, despite Halventh's silliness, the hard-minded viridian seemed to find the blue agreeable. It probably helped that Halventh adhered to his natural superior's orders and perspective.
Was Aylina's tan a natural superior? Halventh did not seem quite as inclined to respect for her. Right now he was still goggling suspiciously at Wenth's legs even when she explained the whole matter to him. Then he tossed his head at the notion that he was the wrongly conformed of the two.
But he did not snap back at her.
...I'm just waiting for my assistant, he murmured after a considerable delay, then reached over and attempted to rest his chin on the point of Wenth's nose in an apparent request for forgiveness. She's almost here.
A couple minutes later, a tiny gray pillie finally finished walking all the way around Halventh and took up a spot in front of the two dragons, facing them both. Lexy will help us keep time, and make sure neither of us forgets anything. The pillie was hard to differentiate from the stone she squatted on for L'xon, standing a few feet off, but Halventh's enormous faceted eyes had no trouble focusing on her. He could see her muzzle lift and the segments open and close toward him a few times.
Then Lexy extended her legs out a bit from the sides of her shell and braced herself against the ground. Halventh did the same, rumbling encouragement. After rocking herself back and forth a couple times, Lexy stuck out her back two left legs, fanned them down an arc behind her, then laid them to the ground. Halventh copied her as quickly as he could, stretching till a satisfying pop emitted from somewhere in the vicinity of his knee. Lexy repeated with her two right legs, and so did he, her mirror image that was a thousand times her size and a completely different shape.
Lexy proved very quick at establishing a rhythm, and maintained it even as the dragons fell in, or didn't.
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
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Post by kireon on Mar 21, 2012 7:08:31 GMT -5
True to her nature, Aylina listened to what L'xon had to say. Her expression was polite and interested, and once the situation had been, any kind of suspicion she'd had immediately vanished. "I gotcha," the tan blonde gave her fellow weyrling a wide, cheerful grin in response. "you've got one great friend, y'know that?" Sounded like the poor, distraught lad needed t'take a breath and believe a body when they told 'im it was alright, he didn't have t'panic so much.
She nodded, clearly believing in her own decision, without even meeting this friend of L'xon's that he must've been a good person. "Means he's got a good heart if he's tryin' this hard to make up for what he broke, as he likely figures what y'did have, you were right fond of." That was probably why L'xon was getting so much extra stuff, poor kid he was friends with probably figured the items had so much sentimental value that he was tryin' t'make up for it some other way.
Well, she hadn't thought of that angle of it, and frowned at the mentioning of someone wanting to take advantage of that friend of his. "Now, why in Faranth's good ol' name would someone wanna go and do somethin' nasty like that?" She asked, brow furrowing at the thought. "Dunno if he's a fellow rider-to-be or if he's still waitin' on bein' Impressed, but still; honor in the Weyr, right? Y'don' cheat your fellows watchin' yer back, that just ain' right."
That just didn't make any sense to her, Weyrfolk were s'pposed t'be good people. Good people didn't do things like cheat others outta goods, or take advantage of others. Dragons too, they'd notice that kinda behavior and should put a stop right quick to it, if she thought about it. "Anyhoo, I'll definitely help take at least a few things off your hands there. I don' know many people, but the ones I do know'll prolly be right grateful t'ya an' t'your friend."
A side ways look, and an admonishing grin complete with slight finger waggle in L'xon's direction. "That still don' get you off the hook, now. Those coats, gloves an' mirrors're still what I consider gifts an' favors; that ain' me repayin' you for helpin' me out."
Wenth continued to look at her own legs, trying to figure out why something was supposed to be wrong with them... and promptly forgetting until she saw that her clutch-sib was oogling them again, and continued the cycle. Her dinnerplate eyes widened, whirring in confusion a moment before she imitated Halventh's gesture after he'd removed his chin. He was saying sorry for something, she did not know why, but she would say sorry too, because she might have done something she was supposed to say sorry for too. Then they were back on even terms, yes, that was what AylinaPRetty would have told her.
I said sorry too,[/i] she told her weyrling, looking for praise, and to see if she'd done the right thing. we are waiting for Halventh's assistant.[/i]
Atta girl, if there's a fight goin' on, y'both gotta apologize an' make it right. Good girl. Aylina told her dragon, sending a wash of approval and praise down their bond. Her not so litle anymore Wenth was a good girl, deep down, she knew it. Always gonna be a bit of a child though, she doubted that part of Wenth would ever change, though she guessed it'd turn from... a bit of a touched child, as her papa'd call 'er, to a sweet, but none too bright adult with some child-like habits.
Wenth lowered her head to the ground, trying to keep her eyes on a level she could see the little gray pillie walking. Like Slugabed, only more interesting, this one moved more! She liked it when things moved... it was so much more interesting when things moved. She watched. So this was Halventh's assistant. I like your assistant... yes... I like her...[/i] Her child-like voice, still as distracted sounding as always, was considerably happier even if she couldn't really figure out why the pillie made her happy.
As a result, she sent warm feelings, happy ones, to the little gray pillie. Slugabed would sometimes communicate that way, usually because he needed to be carried somewhere when he did not want to be in his bowl anymore. Very vague feelings, but ones nonetheless, and she did her best to show that she liked them, and listened when she could.
The tan watched, studying them hard and felt Aylina's gentle encouragement coming through their bond. Exercise, the word came in, very quietly, but was enough to get the growing tan to, albeit slowly and carefully, get into proper position and start her exercises as Halventh and Lexy were doing. A pop did nothing to distract her, though watching Lexy, and Halventh at times too, had a tendency to cause her to forget what she was doing in the middle of it, but further movement made her pick it back up and continue.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 25, 2012 12:30:26 GMT -5
"I know."
Aylina seemed so satisfied with this conclusion that L'xon almost felt bad introducing another angle to it. "I'm sure no dragonrider would do such a thing," he amended, as an apology. "I'm glad you'll consider some of the inventory-" He blinked as she turned his entire plot around to pointlessness. He inclined his head to the tanrider. "I'll try and think of something." His brown eyes tracked away from her face, along the ground to the exercising dragons. "But I might not come up with it today. You know, you did help me with Halventh." He glanced back at her, wondering if the act had ever registered with Aylina as a favor, or enough of a favor. "People aren't usually rushing to help me. Maybe it's a favor just to...not do me any favors."
Day'ar's nonsense might be contagious, he thought with a blush. "I just mean, between my overly apologetic friend and- and someone else- I'm really getting more than my fair share right now. I'll get spoiled."
I'll pass that along, Halventh hummed as he worked his right back foot in a kind of jig while trying to stretch it out completely. He did pass his adoration to their tiny gray overseer as well, but he couldn't ever tell if Lexy received such communications. She did not react this time, but she did keep working instead of fumbling the pace and giving up. That had to be a good sign.
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Post by kireon on Mar 27, 2012 0:10:55 GMT -5
The blonde was thinking to herself about what out of the stuff L'xon had mentioned that she could use. Probably a coat, maybe two- that way she'd have one as back up in case training, or the eventual Thread fighting, got a little too rough, and a pair of gloves would suffice. A mirror for Wenth would be fun, just because she wanted to see what her dragon would do with it and if she'd confuse herself the way a bird sometimes would starin' into it.
"Y'offered t'help me with Wenth, an' then y'offered me, an' anyone else who might need 'em the coats an' such." She explained, patient and matter of fact as always as she countered his initial statement. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her trousers as she watched the dragons, and the pillie, doing their warm ups and workouts. "Plus, y'listened t'me when you didn' have to, and kindnesses like that go real far where I'm from. 'sides, no one said a favor had to be done the same day, you just come get me, or have your lovely lad there have Wenth give me a holler, an' I'll meet ya quick as can be."
The tall woman turned her attention away from the dragon-pillie combo and to her fellow Firefinder with a bit of a furrowed brow, somethin' about his words just didn't sit right with her. "An' y'know, I'm jus' sayin' it ain' a bad thing t'get spoiled sometimes, 'specially when those doin' the spoilin' are doin' it from their heart." She didn't know his history, didn't really know many people at all at Dalibor, really, but she went by what she saw, and she liked what she saw and had understood from her interaction with L'xon.
Other than an apparent modest streak prolly 'bout as big as her own, from the look and sound of it, L'xon's behavior was about what she'd always thought a dragonrider's would be; helpful, bit reserved an' quiet, but confident in their own right. All an' all, a reliable, steady fella.
She nodded to herself, as if the very thought that crossed her mind only confirmed her initial judgement. "Beggin' pardon if I'm a lil' forward now, but you're a good man, L'xon. An' it's a cryin' shame if you decide t'sell yourself short." A contented smile accompanied another nod as she turned her attention back to their dragons.
And that was all she had to say about that.
Wenth continued to work hard, sometimes slipping up and failing to follow the exact rhythm, but otherwise making a monumental effort at not being as easily distracted. She would make Halventh, and his assistant, and Aylina very proud today, and then they could all watch clouds together, or maybe watch the pillies... both were nice, yes.. they were.
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