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Post by Azhdarchid on Nov 25, 2011 20:54:14 GMT -5
Hm.
Hm?
Hm...
L'xon left his room, walking down the quiet stone hall of the Barracks. It might have been a respectful quiet, anticipatory of the Thread coming with the sunset, but he suspected a different atmospheric poisoning at work. The past several days had seen the heat that gave Summer its distinctive flavor build in the Bowl, cooking the very stone. With the fire of the season came an uncharacteristic, breezeless moisture that had settled in the Weyr and led to blooms of algae in the water, and fungi on the walls. Tunics had become entirely optional for the men. Women were more variable, though L'xon was not sure how one's dignity was preserved when blouses and dresses were painted in sweat stains.
His blue dragonet varied from ignoring to adoring the heat, the difference typically defined by whether or not he had anything to digest. Halventh had just broken through that very early stage of constant eating, sleeping and vague wakefulness needed for oiling. His shoulders were now matched to L'xon's lower ribs for height. With his newfound capacity to stave off lethargy, Halventh's personality had begun to crystallize around the earnestness that had defined him at Hatching.
But today L'xon found him melted against the frame of the Barracks entryway, his head drooping away from the rock, youthfully oversized eyes fixed on the world beyond. The gray light of Pern cascaded along the hatchling's immature brow and stringy neck like a translucent liquid, shining off the dry coat of oil that protected Halventh from his own flaking skin. The beauty of the little gargoyle moved L'xon to wrap his arms around that gawky body. Halventh had only tipped his head back, presenting his chin for a customary scratch, but his thick outer eyelids closed in pleasured acceptance of the embrace he'd received instead.
L'xon used the unobserved moment to peek out at the Bowl, trying to discover what had his Blue so uncharacteristically plastered to the leading edge of their sanctuary. Black skies filled his view to the south, an amorphous curtain without end, disrupted only by a hole in the east where Rukbat speared a few rays through onto the white-capped seas. Air was not moving at all inside the Bowl, but he could hear the scream of it over the Rim, and the cloud-mass overhead churned, needled by gusts.
A drop of rain splattered on the stone in front of them, and L'xon felt his Blue jump in his arms. He let go, let Halventh be, and walked out into the birth of the storm. Is it Thread? Halventh started, blinking his big yellow eyes back open- only to see his beloved in the middle of the silver rush. Ahh-h! What are you doing?! he squawked in vital torment, tearing out after L'xon and then smacking into the back of the young man's legs as he sputtered to a very sharp realization. Oh! Uh...oh. It's water. His jaws fluttered, pale tongue lapping at the drops in instinctive attempts to catch each one out of the air. Halventh reined himself in, clamping down on the fruitless activity.
Then he looked up and discovered L'xon's face tipped toward the heavens, eyes closed. He even raised his bare arms up, welcoming the endless wet. The Blue shut his own inner lids and followed the cloudgazing for a few seconds. Uh, still...what are you doing?
This is what we have been waiting for, L'xon said, smiling down at him. Halventh's stiff lips could still manage a descriptive quirk.
Oh? Have we? So tell me, why have I been waiting for this? He rolled his head from side to side, trying to stop the water from bouncing off his face in such a violent display. He thought L'xon had to be suffering far more, with his thin film of human skin exposed from the waist up to the mysterious skyborn phenomenon. Does it...does it refill the ocean or something? Strangely he could not detect any discomfort on his human's part, and L'xon was only continuing to fix that soothing expression on him.
It will cool us off.
Yes? And why would I want to be cool? That sounds a lot like that Winter thing you were on about. I am not sure I approve. The sky was electrified, blooming white, and then a great crack split through the stormy din and echoed off the Weyr's walls. Halventh, not even so contained as to refine his response to a mental cry, squealed loudly and sprang back for the Barracks. He made it halfway back to his and L'xon's room before he realized the human had not followed. Halventh crept back to the entryway.
L'xon still stood in the rain, his silhouette etched in sparks of fluid silver. He was looking back at Halventh now, his eyebrows wrinkled even if he was still smiling.
We still have to prepare for this afternoon, he reminded the Blue. Halventh gawked as another paired blast of thunder and lightning gripped the Bowl, but L'xon stood in the middle of it all without moving, concerned only for him. Well, that was embarrassing. The hatchling swallowed back his bewilderment and paced into the rain. As he ambled back to L'xon's side, he detected a flash of thought not about him, but about the young man's son. L'xon had explained this to him before, maybe more than once: there was a little human named Lexen, and he was weaker even than a newborn dragon. But L'xon could not bring him here. Halventh sometimes grasped why.
I am trying not to be too much of a burden, the dragonet said, much sobered in the face of his rider's eternal calm. Except he managed to pierce L'xon's steadfastness with that statement, the taller figure's face transforming to surprise.
No. You can be as much of a burden as you like, L'xon protested, and Halventh cocked his head at the news. It is far more important that I do everything I can to make you grow as big and strong as you can.
Well then, the dragonet mused, not missing the opportunity. Fetch my boots and jacket and we shall face this nonsense properly. He tossed his head back at the clouds, flaring his nostrils in a rowdy snort.
...your boots and jacket, Halventh?
I figured I would get some eventually. You wear clothes. He narrowed his eyes at L'xon's present shirtlessness. Sometimes. "Protection," I think you said.
Yes. But you've dragon-hide for that. L'xon knew just how to appeal to his Blue. Halventh took a slow, indulgent self-survey.
Why so I do, he hummed. Very well. Onward. Whereas L'xon's mental voice spoke only to his dragon, Halventh's chatter was somewhat self-announcing to the vicinity, at least to other dragons. Everyone should really know what he was doing at all times anyway.
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Post by Alec on Nov 26, 2011 20:43:46 GMT -5
Mor bounced around in the room. As always, he was excited. "Don't get too excited now, dear. We don't need you to break something." Oh, Mine. I am careful not to break anything.
Mor began sniffing the air. What is that smell? I haven't smelled anything like it before. "What, in here?" No, outside. C'mon! Lets go look! He bounded out of the room. Before he left, T'von checked on Cloud. He was asleep, curled up on the bed.
Following his purple outside, he saw the little blue and his rider, what were their names again? Moruluth, though, was too mesmerized by the sight of the falling rain that he hadn't noticed them yet.
Mine, what is this stuff? "It's rain." Rain? No it's not. It's just water. How'd it get up there anyways? T'von tried to think of a way to make it understandable to him, when lightning flashed, naturally followed by a clap of thunder.
Mor quickly dropped to his belly, as if the entire Weyr were falling on him. "Don't worry, Mor, it's harmless." Which was a half lie. He wasn't going to let his dragon know though. Cloud, now wakened by the thunder, flew outside and immediately squawked, then dove under Mor's wing to keep dry.
The purple stood back up, Cloud using this chance to get directly under the dragon. Oh. Well seeing that it can't hurt us, it does look fun to play in. He was about to ruin Cloud's plan to stay dry, when he finally picked up on the blue's thoughts.
Mine, will I get boots and a jacket, too? he said, looking into His's eyes. "Wait, what?" T'von shook his head, not knowing Halventh made the comment before-hand.
Why don't we go see what those two are doing? "Fine by me." It suddenly dawned on T'von that he and Moruluth were almost the same shoulder height, Mor being about three inches shorter. Sure, he had known that he was growing, but this was the first time he put his dragon in reference to himself for a while.
Mor began walking, and Cloud had trouble staying under him. Finally, he gave up and flew next to the dragon. "Hello you two!" T'von said when they approached. "What do you think about the weather?" Moruluth went to the blue. Hello clutchbrother! Tell me, what do you think of this rain thing? Is it not quite interesting? With that, he looked to the sky just as another band of lightning streaked across the sky, making him jump in surprise at the thunder.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Nov 28, 2011 20:40:56 GMT -5
L'xon's soaked blond head turned toward the shout, the rest of his body following till he faced T'von. A smile ran quick to his lips.
"It's wonderful."
A cloud split open with a roar behind him just after he'd praised the delightful storm. In the strobe of green-white lightning flashes trapped high in the atmosphere, Halventh ducked his head to the back of his bonded's legs. L'von the unmoving, unstirred Weyrling glanced fondly upon his infant charge, then cast a wry grin on their visitors. "The first time he's seen anything like it." And such a good show for little Halventh, who poked his nose back up when he realized he was under discussion.
Oh, no need to make excuses for me, he protested half-heartedly, large eyes wheeling and still fixed on the skies. Halventh tapped L'xon's continued calm and strengthened his own protesting resolve. He rose all the way up onto his feet, balancing even his thin tail just above the ground. He leveled his oversized head on the Purple, neck swaying with the effort of keeping his skull upright in the manner an adult dragon could have enacted with ease. Perhaps, was all he granted Moruluth at first. Though the Purple's Hatching antics had long been forgotten by the Blue, Halventh was not in the habit of speaking too much to others without the appropriate dramatic flair.
Luckily he had unearthed inspiration in his quest to gain his strength from L'xon. He narrowed his eyes at Moruluth as if passing a secret between they dragons that the riders would not hear. Yet L'xon believes the heavens hold a dangerous power today, even if he will not say so. Yes, even stalwart L'xon held an instinctive spark of fear in his heart over the rain that fell and light that crackled! Halventh was not alone!
"I only hope it ends before Threadfall begins this afternoon," the young man said, so gently it might not even be taken as a counter to that telepathic proclamation. His hand found Halventh's head and teased one of the stubby headknobs at the back of it though, till the Blue went quite still and closed his eyes in delight. "We're to start moving some water troughs over to the healer camps setting up in the Bowl. All of us Firefinders, I think." L'xon's soft laugh was his only notice of the class' very small size, though with the previous Gold clutch producing only fourteen Weyrlings, the difference was not as exaggerated compared to, say, the Tideturners.
T'von was not who he would have expected to be at his side for these duties. But then, he had never spoken to the boy as a Candidate, and apparently he had become rather attached to those he knew instead. Though older than T'von, L'xon did not even meet his height. "Each of us working together with our dragonets should be able to move one at a time. So, Halventh and I-" Halventh prowled out in front of him at last and struck his most muscular pose. "-are heading to the stables to get started. ...I suppose we won't have to worry about filling up the troughs."
L'xon winked, though it might have just been a drop of rain in his eye, then turned toward his destination. Halventh curved around naturally to meet his bonded's pivot, slithering along beside him with his body held high, wings mantled. Whereas the rainwater settled around L'xon in droplets and clusters, it continuously slid off the rich blue of Halventh's skin, leaving diamond streams along the stone in his wake.
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Post by Alec on Nov 29, 2011 0:23:36 GMT -5
Moruluth listened to his brother intently. Oh yes, I do think T'von does too, but like with Yours he acts like there is absolutely nothing wrong He, too, acted as though it were something their humans shouldn't know.
Good. Mor wasn't moving much. Now was Cloud's chance to get out of the rain again. Again he darted underneath the purple, watching the rain bead off of him. Maybe Mor would stay put long enough this time.
You know you can just stay in the room if you don't want to get wet T'von told the black. Cloud gave a little snort. He wanted to be out here with His and Mor, so he was out here.
"Oh of course! Moruluth and I would be happy to help, even if it weren't our duty to do so, right buddy?" Oh yes. Helping is fun! "And it shouldn't take too long either, since we've got two strong, young dragonets with us." He smiled at the pose Halventh took. "No, I don't think filling them will be necessary." He said looking up at the sky.
When the other pair began walking away, T'von followed. Moruluth bound towards them, leaving an angry Cloud in the rain, his plan once again foiled.
Cloud winged up and flew towards the two dragonets. He had learned now that if he stayed under Moruluth, he would have to continue this charade. So he flew underneath Halventh. He cheeped to make sure the blue knew he was there, discovering that he could keep pace with some effort.
"Why I ever named you Raincloud, I'll never know. How's Weyrlinghood been going for the two of you?"
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Post by Azhdarchid on Dec 9, 2011 17:36:53 GMT -5
Halventh rocked from side to side with the force of each step. One might almost fail to notice the great disproportion between his thighs bunched with muscle and the slender arms that bore his forebody. The firelizard, of course, was a welcome adjunct to his personal territory. All the better if he could ward the weak by the simple act of walking. He took care not to plant his talons where they might catch on the tiny black echo's wings or tail. L'xon's hand found his arched neck, stroking along the hard nodules tracking Halventh's spine and brushing at the soft wells between.
The Blueweyrling steadied his dragonet's pace to allow their Purple compatriot to come even alongside, though then it was a matter of stepping faster just to keep pace with the larger beast! L'xon's dark eyes traveled T'von's face from chin to the brown hairs touseled over his forhead at the question. And it was a strange question, one the blond could only answer with a white grin after a moment's consideration.
At the stables, there were runnerbeasts lingering quiet in their stalls as the rain carpeted the feeding grounds outside. One of the animals poked her head above the top of her stall and leveled her large eye with its slanted pupil on the approaching young dragons. L'xon could see the dapples of green surrounding the black slot, or maybe that was what Halventh saw and merely felt like sharing. Sometimes the proximity of their senses caught the young man by surprise. They did not have to march all the way to the stable proper to get to the troughs, which had already been stacked outside. That meant they would not have to prompt the runners to more than rude stares in their direction.
Halventh goggled back at the mare for some time anyway, his blue eyes grayed out by the protective lids flexed over them. L'xon claimed a trough stack by moving up next to it, nodding once to T'von before he looked down at the wooden tower.
Alright, let me do this part.
Hm? Halventh's wedge-shaped head ticked sharply back on his bonded. His inner lids slipped open by a fraction as he assessed the troughs L'xon was pushing on and wrapping his hands around. Why? He slinked closer to the pile just as L'xon was hefting the end of the top trough away from its brothers.
Halventh, back, L'xon demanded, and the Blue retreated a pace and sat down, twitching his tail. It was not so much the words, but the spike of concern from the man's mind that guided him. The trough was very heavy, so much so that L'xon's breath left him in a gasp the moment he set the first end down, and Halventh could see muscle twitching along his shoulders. The Blue exchanged his unhelpful curiosity for a worry of his own, but L'xon was quick to smile at him, then walked over to dismount the other end of the trough.
Halventh scooched back further at the wave of L'xon's hand, curling his paw down against Raincloud. He turned his muzzle toward the smaller being, sniffing delicately before he prodded it back toward Moruluth.
Perhaps this is not the best place for you either. He lifted his head back toward L'xon, but the human was not having as much trouble with the second end of the trough now that he knew what kind of effort was needed. Say, L'xon, what sort of creature is that anyway?
Breathing hard, L'xon twisted to catch a final glimpse of Raincloud. He smiled again, this time with a hint of childish glee.
Oh, it's like a little dragon-
Halventh snorted loudly, with a volume usually reserved for one of his sneezes. He raised his head at his rider. L'xon's eyebrows poked up, and then he shook his head. Er, no, it is more...we call it a fire-lizard.
Yes, a lizard... Halventh's head descended, turning after Raincloud again. That sounds much more accurate. His forked tongue flicked out and ran along the side of his mouth before slipping back in. L'xon shrugged, not quite in the view of his hatchling.
Halventh, come and get your head under this. The dragonet whipped around and sprang forward to his duty, shoving his head between the two trough legs at the end. Then he crawled forward to get the rest of his neck beneath the trough before sitting still so L'xon could pull it the last few inches to balance on his shoulders. Halventh's wings unfolded from his sides, the shortest digit at the apex of each one flexing over the rim and corners of the trough curiously. L'xon had to occasionally brush one of the intruding pinions out of the way. You've seen firelizards before, he chided gently.
But this is the first time I have chosen to take interest, Halventh came back pointedly. Or must I take interest in everything the moment I see it? He twisted his head under the trough to get a look at the rain beyond. Oh look! A drop of water! Do explain it to me L'xon! Look! Another drop of water! Can you explain that? L'xon? Look, another! Another! So many...
The dragonet went on this way even as he stood effortlessly still holding up his end of the trough and L'xon headed down to the other end. Perhaps I should be more like Wenth and stupefy myself with my own aimless curiosity. Halventh projected an exaggerated daydream of himself sitting outside and gawking at the sky, a line of drool dribbling between his lower jaw and the earth.
That's not very nice Halventh, L'xon said, but he snickered as mutely as he could as he wrapped his arms under his end of the trough. Just as he got his hands to a sturdy grip, Halventh roared and upended the entire trough with a single undulation of his small body. Splinters bit into L'xon's fingers, but his focus went to the hissing mass that went crawling out of sight over the trough's side.
What was that?! Halventh squawked, but L'xon did not answer as he rushed to the side of the trough and peered around it cautiously. A few dark bodies slid away and back into the rest of the trough pile nearby. He grimaced at the sight of minute clawed limbs creeping against the open stone of the Bowl. Halventh trotted over and pressed against him, and he soothed the Blue with one hand while he turned toward his fellow Weyrling.
"T'von!" he called. "Check everything before you try to lift it. There's 'snakes."
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Post by Alec on Dec 11, 2011 0:01:36 GMT -5
Moruluth tried to slow down when he realized his smaller brother was trying to keep up. T'von only had to glance to know what the answer to his question was, scratching Mor's eyeridges until he purred in delight.
As they entered the stables, the smells of the runnerbeasts hit him. It was a much different smell than he had gotten used to as a Weyrling, though it didn't stike him as unpleasant.
Following the other weyrling's lead, he checked to make sure Moruluth was out of the way before he began lifting the trough. Mor was focused on attempting to communicate with one of the beasts, but was failing at it.
Cloud nudged at Halventh's paw, then chriped at him. At the blue's words, he flew up and tried to land on Moruluth. "No, Cloud. You're gonna have to find somewhere else to stay." Cloud chose a spot next to a runnerbeast, which eyed him with interest.
Smiling at the purple, he began lifting his own trough. Once he had it in a workable position. Alright, Mor. I'm going to need your help now. Mor copied Halventh, putting his head under it and lifting it onto his shoulders. Being larger than his blue brother, he could work the trough until it balanced on him without much trouble. T'von placed his hand on the edge of the trough incase it were to tip.
At L'xon's mentioning of 'snakes, he turned to Cloud. "Time to put you to work. Go kill as many of those abominable creatures as you can." he flitt chirped and glided to where they just were. He tucked his wings in so he could fit easier. Once there, he tensed, ready to attack at anytime.
Oh, do be careful, Cloud. Moruluth said, breaking his period of silence. "You too. Watch where you step. Drop the trough if you have to." The hissing of Cloud could be heard, followed by the sounds of a tussle, before the black triumphantly came out with a tunnelsnake several times greater than his own size.
"Good going, Cloud." He praised him. "Leave it here for now. We'll collect them all when yyou are done. He and Mor walked back out into the rain while Raincloud continued on his quest.
Mine, won't these fill up with water by the time we gcolor=be84d3]It's going to get heavier. Dear brother, I must warnet there? He was still a bit mesmerized by the entire rain thing. "Well, that's kinda why we are doing it this way." [ you of this. So be prepared when it does.[/color] he told Halventh. "It's not going to get completely full, though. It'll do that back at the camps." He assured Moruluth and Halventh. "It's not that far away." He gave his flitt another praise when the black sent him, and everyone else, images of another 'snake killed.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Dec 18, 2011 11:51:56 GMT -5
L'xon smiled at the Purpleweyrling's quick, sensible reaction. Some people did not deal well with tunnelsnakes, but he supposed anyone with a firelizard had nothing to fear.
Good job, Halventh agreed, speaking directly to the flit before he extended his wedge-shaped head out from behind L'xon's legs and peeped up at his bonded. The Blue was one of those people that did not deal well, it seemed. Letting anyone know that was out of the question, but it would be a while before Raincloud finished with T'von's pile and got to theirs.
If it has been a problem, they might have a snake-stick in the tack stall. If not I can go across to the kennels. Wait here, Halventh. L'xon grinned encouragement at his brave little hatchling, who wanted nothing more than to stay stuck to his leg the whole way to the snake-stick and back, but remained where he was at that order.
There were a couple sticks in the stables, but L'xon returned with only one; T'von's firelizard was making quick work of any pestilence on his troughs. Halventh had gone from obvious anxiety to determination, and was poking his nose in various crevices and shadows between the remaining troughs. You're going to get bitten. The dragonet jerked his head back and gawked at L'xon, horrified by this new information. But he lashed his pale tongue out of his jaws and flashed crimson in his eyes.
The injuries sustained in this battle are nothing. I will not be bested by a lizard... he started, but blinked his outer lids as L'xon stepped past him and jammed the business end of his stick in the nearest crevice.
You're being silly, the human informed him, and Halventh deflated. This gave L'xon time to pluck out tunnelsnakes one by one, squeezing the pronged ends of the snake-stick on their necks to crush them. Their forebodies went limp when this happened, but their back ends continued to writhe around wetly on the ground where he tossed them. Halventh had soon abandoned all thoughts of heroism, distracted by the growing pile of twitchers. He still had dignity to maintain, so when L'xon thought he had the last one from the current pile he did not kill it straight away, but pinned it to the ground before his Blue. Just crush the head, he offered. That would show that Halventh, too, could conquer a 'snake.
The dragonet regarded the hissing nuisance for a few seconds, raised one of his small pentadactyl forepaws and held it over the tunnelsnake's head...then retracted it.
And get my toes dirty? I think not!
L'xon pursed his lips, then shrugged and killed the 'snake himself, adding it to the pile. The deceased he gathered on a blanket and carried to the edge of the wherry pens, checking with one of the herders before he dumped them in for the birds to pick apart.
"O-kay, back to work!" the Blueweyrling called aloud to T'von, just to let him know that he and Halventh were done clearing out their pests as well. Moruluth passed on some kind of warning that turned Halventh orange-eyed with indignation, but L'xon kept calm and the dragon soon followed suit. "Thank you for your concern," he said, eyeing his hatchling so that Halventh paid good attention. This was how one responded properly to warnings, no matter how needless. "But not to worry. Halventh is pretty strong." L'xon gestured to the trough the Blue had overturned pretty much by himself.
He had to check the frame of that trough, before they brought it over to the camps. The quickness and power of Halventh's movement might have cracked it. L'xon could feel a somberness take the hatchling at his careless maneuver, and Halventh looked on intently till L'xon determined there were no breaks. Alright. Let's do it together then. He helped Halventh underneath his end of the trough again, and from there they turned it upright and he rebalanced the end over Halventh's shoulders.
L'xon could almost feel Halventh's enormous eyes swiveling around in their sockets, trying to spot any more serpentine invaders. He got around to his own end, and they mentally counted to three together before lifting. Halventh had no trouble, and had to moderate his lift height to keep the trough even. L'xon's shoulders were quivering only halfway through their awkward march to the camp. But Halventh did not believe he would let go.
I did not realize I was stronger than you.
L'xon, breathing hard as the guideposts for the trough placement came into view, took some time to respond even though he did not need his physical voice to do so.
Well, you are a dragon.
But I am only a child. Isn't it embarrassing?
You are a part of me, L'xon countered with a wheezy laugh as they set the trough down in its place. So...ah...fine, yes, it's a little bit embarrassing. He turned around, then sat rather heavily in the middle of the wet Bowl, his back to the trough, panting. He tried to get an elbow over the side of the trough and stand back up, but ended up draped over the wooden edge, head hanging. Just going to rest up for a minute...
Halventh sidled around the trough to look at the young man. L'xon's yellow hair sagged around his face, a microcosm of the exhausted flaccidity that had taken over his entire body. L'xon reacted to the prodding of his dragonet's soft muzzle by raising a hand and hanging on to it. When Halventh retracted his head, L'xon's arm did not follow him out to continue petting.
Thunder broke open overhead, blinding the Bowl simultaneously with a lightning flash, but Halventh was no longer stirred by the weather. He raised his snout towards the sky once his eyes cleared, staring into the rain unending.
Moruluth, he said, turning away from L'xon and padding back toward the stables. I have determined that these men of ours are enthusiastic but perhaps unprepared for this chore. Have you reached the same conclusion? They are good at 'snakes. We are good at...everything else. Halventh grabbed the end of the next trough on the pile with his mouth, lowering one side to the ground at a time like he had seen L'xon do. What say you to carrying the rest of these in their place? This is clearly... Halventh's eyes spun a brilliant green. ...a duty for dragons.
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Post by Alec on Dec 19, 2011 0:41:45 GMT -5
"Oh, he wasn't suggesting that Halventh wasn't strong. He just felt like he needed a warning." Though as they continued, his own ams, like L'xon's, began to tire. The rain wasn't much help either, weighing down his clothes as he lifted his side. Moruluth tried his best to take most of the weight, but it still wasn't easy for T'von.
He did manage to make it to the camps, though, and set his end down as gently as he could. Mouluth lowered his neck to the ground so T'von could lift it off his neck. He listened to Halventh and turned his head to examine His. T'von was catching his breath and rubbing his arms. Moruluth didn't even feel tired at all.
Yes, I do agree. Mine, stay here and rest with L'xon. Halventh and I will continue the task. "No Moruluth....I want to....keep going." And you must also want to pass out from exhaustion. Don't worry. We're big enough to do it ourselves. To avoid further arguement, the purple followed his brother back to the stables. Defeated, T'von sat next to L'xon. "Didn't you say....that this was.....a chore for.....us Firefinders?...If so, how come....you and I....were the only ones......who got the memo?" taking deep breaths as he spoke.
Cloud had just pulled out the last of his 'snakes when Halventh entered. He cheeped at the blue before picking up the 'snakes one by one and, after observing what L'xon did, flew them to the wherry pens. He earned praise from the herder, getting a good scratch as he continued his work.
Moruluth had began to work his own trough down, and was about to try to move it, but something occured to him. Certainly he couldn't place it on his neck like he did the first one. It would topple over too much. He had to think before he came with two options. Either they had to drag each one, or they could work together and each lift up an end, which would mean they could only move one at a time, but move it faster than dragging. Halventh, I realize that we cannot move these in the same fashion as we could when T'von and L'xon were helping. Do you think we should lift one together, or drag them out alone?
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Post by Azhdarchid on Dec 26, 2011 17:12:50 GMT -5
"I am sure they are helping in their own way," L'xon offered with a grin. Even if the other Firefinders had failed to make their way to the stables, the Weyr always appeared to have an eye on them and the other Weyrlings, and tasks were doled out as needed. Laziness simply was not suffered, though he was beginning to think that once a man had a dragon at his side, the instinct to help out in the face of Threadfall became particularly acute. "Besides, we've these great heroes to assist us." And he extended his arm toward the retreating tails of the Purple and Blue.
Well, together of course, Halventh replied, eyes whirling at the suggestion that there were other paths than cooperation to get the troughs through the storm. The blue hatchling poked his head over the side of Moruluth's trough to blink at his brother, then turned around and skittered to the end. Can't you get your head under it? he inquired, poking his own smaller skull beneath the trough's belly with ease. He retracted himself, eyed Moruluth again, then hopped his front paws up off the ground and thumped them back down. I'll help you then! he chirped, baring his many tiny fangs in a draconic smirk.
He used that fine dentition to secure a hold on the end of the trough, then yanked it up, placing his forepaws and wing-claws around it as he rocked back on his haunches. Moruluth needed only proffer his head to the ground, and Halventh could settle the trough over his neck.
Try not to slip, L'xon advised his Blue. He had risen from his collapse at the other trough's side and returned to them, though Halventh could see a lingering weariness in his stance.
I am fine. You aren't allowed to help, the dragon ordered his soaked, tired bonded.
I just want to watch. And perhaps steady the trough with his hand if the eager dragonets managed to unbalance it, but he would wait till they were in obvious trouble. Halventh flicked his forked tongue out one side of his jaw, running it along his muzzle as he continued to watch his human. Then he turned around with a snort and headed to the other end of the trough, accepting L'xon's observation.
A long, rolling murmur of thunder filled the Bowl. L'xon patted Halventh's wing when the dragonet had gotten into position, and Halventh offered an affectionate grunt from under the trough.
Give the word, Halventh peeped at Moruluth.
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Post by Alec on Dec 29, 2011 22:53:05 GMT -5
"Well these heroes of ours will cetainly be a much needed and appreciated help." He said as he recovered and watched from his spot at where they were working. Moruluth was glad that they were going to work together. He tried to get his head under the trough, but it could not fit as easily as his brother's. Be careful. All he could do for now was watch as the blue hefted the thing and encourage him. [colo
T'von wasn't far behind L'xon as he stood a bit behind him. "Good job, Halventh. Keep it up!" He was still tired, but what Weyrling would he be to not supervise his dragon?
Moruluth waited patiently until he was called for. He put his head underneath the trough, though it was a little awkward as he had to get as close as he could to Halventh. Ok, you can set it down now. he told his small brother.
T'von wanted to help them, but he let them have their time to shine. "It looks like you two make a pretty good team." Why, of course we do! Why wouldn't we? If we wish to fight Thread together, we must work as a team. Right Halventh and L'xon?
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jan 4, 2012 14:36:36 GMT -5
Yes. We will destroy the Thread! Halventh declared, the fierce green-yellow sparkle of his eye going unnoticed with his face still lumped beneath the trough.
"Slow down," L'xon said, because the very notion of battle had the fighter dragonet trying to toss his head in challenge- which worked out poorly when his head and neck were being used to support his end of the trough. The Blueweyrling spoke aloud because, in addition to Halventh, he felt he should also offer the advice to Moruluth and his rider. "You are very young." He had not pushed any of his Thread-related education on Halventh yet for just that reason, yet the dragon seemed to have a very firm grasp on Thread as his mortal enemy.
The Blue settled on the surface at that warning, but L'xon could still feel the simmering of instinct beneath his soft, wet hide. He closed his hand over Halventh's wingjoint and kept it there for the entire journey to the healer camp. By the time they arrived, the trough had a glistening line of water hanging at its center, the surface ever-changing as rain continued to flow into it. Though Halventh had been very firm in his insistence against L'xon taxing himself, he made no complaint now as the young man held up the trough while he extracted his neck and shoulders from beneath it. "How do you feel?" L'xon asked, again deliberately aloud.
T'von was enthusiastic, not reckless, and yet...it seemed L'xon's parental instinct was better developed when it came to dragons than to his own son. Halventh's muzzle turned up, the Blue's shimmering eyes fixing on him in half-reproach, half-adoration.
I am fine, Halventh answered for the second time today, loudly this time, so Moruluth could hear. Then he continued more softly, just to his beloved: But I appreciate it. I am sure that boy does too. If only he could express himself as easily, right L'xon? The Weyrling blinked at his hatchling, then smiled.
I love you, Halventh.
Oh, Halventh said, leaning his weight to one side, inner lids flexing down over his eyes. Let's not get too self-congratulatory now. The dragonet ducked his head, rubbing the side of his nose with one paw.
"Thank you for cheering Halventh on too," L'xon said, brown eyes moving back to T'von. "He enjoys that. So do I. We've five more or so yet, but as long as the dragons are alright, we can go on." Halventh's forked tail brushed against his leg, and then the Blue darted back toward the stables, a glittering puff of rain reflecting off his skin with each jaunty step.
[ OOC: Perhaps reply if you like, and then we can end it there? Seems to be a reasonable stop. :3 ]
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Post by Alec on Jan 5, 2012 0:33:09 GMT -5
{OOC: Sounds good to me. Not much else to do but have them go back and forth anyways.}
"Haha. Well, they know that they are too young at the moment, but at least they'll be ready." He had his hand on the trough itself, but was in no way giving any support to the dragonets You know you are still tired, so don't even think about it. Don't worry, Mor. I'll only help if I need to. for once talking silently to his dragon.
As they reached the camps, T'von waited until Halventh had gotten from underneath the trough before lifting his own end, with some help from Moruluth, until his own dragon could pull his own head out. Setting it down, he patted the purple. "Nice work you two."
Moruluth purred a little when he heard that Halventh was fine. I am fine as well He stated to L'xon, incase the question was meant for him as well. "Oh, don't mention it. Halventh's a hard worker, at least fom what I've seen, And it never hurts to have a little bit of encouragement. I'm happy it went appreciated, though."
Seeing as both the blue and the purple were already heading back towards the stables, where Cloud sat, waiting to help in anyway he could to lift the troughs, he knew that the other five wouldn't be a problem. "Don't worry. Together they have enough energy to lift fifty troughs, if they so desired." As he headed back in the same direction as they were to continue their chore.
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