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Post by Azhdarchid on Jan 23, 2012 11:27:54 GMT -5
Halventh's silky neck was host to a spiral necklace of flowers, both buds and blossoms, the buds being paler like him and the blossoms a rich and dark blue that glowed very like the hide of a dragon in season. Toxic to eat, but no trouble as an accessory. The lead of the necklace was tied over one of Halventh's own unbudded headknobs, and the tail slung in a loop just ahead of his shoulders. Fitful Autumn slung breezes over the tall dragonet's neck, but the chain was tied too tightly for the wind to accomplish more than ruffling his petals like so many wherry feathers. Halventh, unable to contain himself in the presence of such fabulous "clothing," stood at statuesque attention beside the Candidate Barracks, wings cocked to their most attractive angle. He would be hard to miss for any approaching outsiders.
But L'xon, tucked away by the dragon's shiny front talons, estimated his target was still inside. And if she saw him or Halventh right by the front door, she might never come out. And so he had convinced Halventh to set-up at the building's side, and he only betrayed his presence every other minute with a poke of his yellow-capped head- and Halventh's blue one, in unison -around the stone frame of the entryway. When he was not seeking his quarry, L'xon settled down with a basket and tore petals free of other flowers that were not being carried by Halventh. He had a whole bushel of starbursting orange-reds, and some tiny yellow ones with spindly leaves.
How sad, Halventh commented, squinting into the wicker basket where L'xon sorted the aftermath of the carnage, each color of petal arranged in its own cloth compartment. L'xon picked out a rosy blossom structured like a multi-layer cake, sunlight yellow fading in along the edges of the petals. It was the largest species of flora he had harvested, and sat on a stalk half the width of his wrist. He gave it to Halventh, and the Blue gripped the stalk in his jaws, the flower drooping off one side of his lips. He could sense he was being bribed. It's still sad, he accused, puffed up with glorious righteousness.
This is how she needs them, L'xon explained with a shrug. Why Halventh concerned himself with the fates of flowers was not clear. All these had been sentenced to death the moment they'd bloomed, an eventuality that would come to quick passage in this sharp, frigid Autumn. L'xon had not been able to gather them all in a day, and the older ones had already crinkled along their tips, shriveling away in the chill. So it was now or never. Plants died off quick, but resurrected in the next warm season. He had explained as much to Halventh. But the dragonet sniffed at his logic, and peered around into the Barracks again.
Oh! I see her! This comment was accompanied by an ill-conceived chirp of victory, and Halventh's rose plummeted to the ground in front of the entrance. He dove down to nip it up, froze as he realized his exposure, then slowly slid his head back out of sight. L'xon was gazing up at him, unimpressed. Maybe she didn't notice. L'xon's slight frown didn't change. Maybe she noticed and she's so enthralled she'll come out just to gaze upon me further. The Blue bared his fangs: an optimistic grin.
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Post by Chek on Jan 30, 2012 17:43:42 GMT -5
Rennin had made the mistake of sleeping in the Candidate Barracks – something she liked to avoid whenever possible for a variety of reasons, not limited to maintaining the safety of others, and to keep herself from being cornered.
Cornered like she was now.
She was fully aware that L’xon and Halventh were waiting for her outside the barracks, though for what reason she could only guess at. She suspected that Day’ar may not have had success in his stealth mission, and now L’xon was here to… she didn’t know. He didn’t seem the sort to wreak bloody vengeance for getting the colors or face slightly wrong, but how could she know for sure? Day’ar would not have given up her name, so was there torture involved?
Once again, she didn’t think L’xon would actually do that, but…maybe if they were coming off as a threat? The crazy pinkrider seemed to think that anyone was capable of becoming a ravening lunatic at will.
…It was also entirely possible she was spending too much time around Ma’dai.
Still, she was lurking carefully out of sight just down the hallway to the female side of the barracks, occasionally peeping out to watch for Halventh and L’xon, wondering if they’d eventually give up and leave. It was her bad timing that had her popping out just as Halventh poked his head around the corner to look for her.
She froze, some part of her mind trying to tell her he wouldn’t see her if she didn’t move. But that was silly, as evidenced by the distinctly triumphant tone of the chirp he emitted – that particular dragonic tone was one she knew very well from long exposure to Oracle.
She watched in still, unmoving silence as the blue dropped and recovered his flower, before slowly withdrawing out of sight. Rennin made a tiny sound, better suited to a small, frightened animal, but really, there was nothing for it now. She was spotted. Trapped. She hadn’t figured out an alternative escape route from the Barracks like she’d been planning to and now that lack of foresight had come back to bite her.
She crept out the door, poking her head around the corner to take in the sight of Halventh in all his flower-bedecked glory, and L’xon sitting with a basket in his lap. Her eyes focused on the flowers in his hands, recognizing them automatically, her mind shifting forward their uses automatically. Mostly poisonous, at least via ingestion, a few the could be broken down into medicines of various sorts, one which made a delightful tea – but they were all pigment producing flowers.
Was he… going to show her to proper combination for Halventh’s coloration? That was fine. That was… perfectly fine. She relaxed minutely.
“Hullo L’xon, Halventh.”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Feb 1, 2012 13:28:31 GMT -5
"Hey Rennin," L'xon returned, checking his enthusiasm against the need to appear less imposing. Halventh alone could tip the scales toward intimidation when he wanted to. He was big enough now, and his large eyes thick with intelligent, soul-tracking movements, capped by infant eyeridges that had already bent to an aggressive forward slant. Of course the Blue spent most of his mental power thinking of new ways to impress others, but few could read his flippancy as easily as L'xon. The blue flowers had been the ideal solution: they defused the dragonet's predatory posture, and satisfied Halventh's desire for egrigious handsomeness. At least, that was how Lex had planned it all out.
You forgot that I am happy to help Rennin too, Halventh chimed in, shuffling his paws around his seated rider, prancing in place as he scanned the girl for a reaction. L'xon ignored the rustling of the flower chain above his head and laid his basket aside, rising to his feet. He stepped out of Halventh's shadow to meet the Candidate.
"You and him can be as tricky as you like, but I have my pride as a Fort guardsman to uphold," he teased. Halventh went still behind him, raising his nose in a quizzical but silent observation of the term. The Blue had never thought of his beloved as prideful, but Lex could get a little touchy, always just on the inside, about his place of birth. "Can't miss a detail, nor tolerate sneaking." The gentle curve of L'xon's eyebrows flexed up at last, and he let his smile take over his features. "Especially when no one has done anything wrong."
I do not think your humor is working. The poor thing is going to melt into the ground. Then her lizard is going to pop out of the remains and bite you.
"You don't have any right to hide your authoring of something so wonderful," the Blueweyrling soldiered on, ignoring his impromptu advisor. Halventh had a tendency to interpret every twitch and slightly goggly look as the product of terror. He was young, and a dragon besides. Not every human quirk translated. "Something no one has ever done for me before. It's meaningful, Rennin. It's not nothing. So, thank you. From Halventh and me. Dragons get a bit shy about other people, so I have to speak for him too."
I'm not shy! Halventh protested, bucking his head back. He had certainly peeped a few words at other human beings as a hatchling. He looked to Rennin, giving her thoughts the faintest of presses. His eyes flashed a milky white, laced with rainbows like a dragon of that color, then he blurted, I'm shy, and retreated as far as he could from the girl's mind. He lowered his muzzle down beside L'xon's blond hair, as if to whisper into his ear: She's weird.
L'xon tried not to betray the comment, but Halventh sensed a stony mentality waiting to reply. He shook out his neck anxiously. But my opinion from before stands. The human below him relaxed, so he did too.
"I'm not too talented at anything, but I thought you might like..." L'xon turned and extended his hand toward the basket. It was still sitting between Halventh's paws. He thought better of the gesture, and went over to retrieve the wicker carrier, bringing it over to Rennin instead. "I didn't completely finish sorting everything, but I've got the morning to work on it. What do you think?"
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Post by Chek on Feb 7, 2012 15:40:30 GMT -5
The problem in this instance was that Halventh was entirely too correct as to the state of Rennin’s anxiety levels. Halventh himself actually didn’t lend anything to the intimidation factor – with the flowers draped about him, at worst he was a distraction as Rennin memorized the lines of his posture, committing the light and subtle shading of colors to memory. Halventh was one of her favorite beings – as long as she drew him, he was ever an appreciative audience. He really was one of the few she didn’t mind showing her work to.
But L’xon going on about she and “him” – and who else could that be but Day’ar? – sneaking around had her fingers digging into the wrists of the opposite hand, knuckled white – the color drained from her face as well, though it was less noticeable due to a native paleness of the skin in the Candidate.
So the sudden gratitude and appreciation, changing over as it was from a seemingly upset start, simply served to unsettle her more. “I…I..I..” she stumbled over her words, any words, at a total loss as for what to say – what could she say? This was an entirely unexpected, unanticipated and unnerving situation for her.
The light touch of Halventh’s mind on hers – his voice in her head – paralyzed her even more so than before. Halventh didn’t talk to her directly. That was how it worked. She could show up and sketch him in the sand or on a rock, and he would express his appreciation of her art in other ways, but not by talking to her!
She started to shake, just a little. Too much in too short an amount of time.
The basket was the final straw. She took the basket numbly, reaching in to touch some of the petals gently, glancing up at L’xon, flabbergasted. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but closed it again before more than a squeak emerged. There was a roaring in her ears and her vision was blanking out – she set the basket down gently and took a staggering half step back as her eyes rolled back and she dropped like a broken-winged wherry.
Oracle was there between one heartbeat and the next, shrilling a warcry as she landed atop her fainted human. What in the world were these things doing to HER human?
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Post by Azhdarchid on Feb 10, 2012 19:38:35 GMT -5
L'xon's smile remained, even if Rennin did not express her gratitude well.
"It's alright, it's for y--" And he dropped the flower basket, words turning breathless as he reached out to catch that toppling narrow column of girl. The basket bounced on one side before rocking back onto its base, half the petals tumbling out in an aromatic wave before him. The rest fluttered out when his boot stamped onto the basket's edge while he tried to follow Rennin's stumbling start to an escape, and the remains began to blow off across the Bowl. L'xon seized a limp arm and dragged her fall back towards him, clasping onto her long enough to keep her from smacking straight into the stone.
Then he released her, startled by the explosion of outraged green flitter in front of his face. Halventh's chest rumbled behind his rider as the dragonet took a deep breath, about to roar the pipsqueak back out of the picture.
Stop!
The dragon puffed the extra wind out his nostrils instead, lowering his head to look after the drifting petals. We need tact to handle Oracle...and Rennin, L'xon explained. Halventh reached out and tried to pin a deep ruby petal to the stone; it stuck to his talon instead, and even when he waved his paw about it would not let free, and he was forced to sit and tear it apart with his other digits. A loud noise like that would make it worse on both of them.
You do not need to explain. I may not understand, but I know enough to listen, Halventh chuckled. He reached around L'xon and dragged the basket back to safety, then began sweeping up handfuls of petals to refill it. They had all mixed together now, and the morning's sorting would certainly be more complicated than expected. Of those flower bits that had gone completely wild, the wind was aiming no small number at Oracle's shrieking face.
"Rennin," L'xon said, with a little smile for his dragon's biddability even as he refused to take his eyes from the Candidate and her insane bodyguard. "You need to get up, or I will have to call the healers, and that would be...help that does not help," he sighed. "And you'd best not bite her for the purpose, little fiend," he added to Oracle, tone firming up and brown eyes narrowing at her. With Rennin lacking wakefulness, there was no reason to be polite to her taxing pet. More than anything, he needed to assert his command of the situation to the animal.
Yes,[/color] Halventh agreed, turning his thoughts directly on the firelizard. It would be a preeminently bad idea for you to do anything but get out of the way.[/color] The blue paused in his flower-gathering to point one claw at his eye, then at Oracle's writhing form. With a little foray against the flit's scalding mentality, however, he did have the sense to close up his protective inner lids after that.
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Post by Chek on Feb 15, 2012 16:04:42 GMT -5
Coiling herself around her sprawled human’s throat, Oracle just hissed at the blue dragon and his rider, uncaring of the size difference or any other factor. She may be violent and psychotic, but she was also possessive – and her human was incapacitated at the moment.
The flower petals hitting her face, blown by the wind, had her shrieking in inarticulate fury again. She shook them away, the brilliant petals catching on Rennin’s face and in her hair instead. She just hunkered down, her tiny talons leaving shredded little spots in Rennin’s already patched tunic.
Other human mentioned the word bite – and with a negative attached to it? ORACLE WOULD BITE WHO SHE WANTED. It was with that in mind that she turned and, quick as a striking snake, clamped her tiny mouth down on the skin at the bridge of her human’s nose, jerking her head back and forth in the same motion she used when attacking tunnelsnakes. Not as violently, of course – she wasn’t interested in maiming Hers at the moment.
It did have the desired effect of getting Rennin back in the realm of the conscious, though. The Candidate had one hand swinging up at pull Oracle away before her eyes were even open all the way. Luckily, Oracle wasn’t totally driven wild at the taste of blood this time, so when the hand came up to push her, she released and went back to her coil of fury and rage around Rennin’s throat, blazing red eyes locked on L’xon.
Rennin touched the already swelling bite lightly, wincing, and wiped away some of the slow trickle of blood making it’s way towards her chin with her sleeve in a manner that screamed of resignation. Even though the healers assured her that Day’ar’s theory of a bizarre firelizard disease that would make her grow headknobs had no basis in reality whatsoever, Rennin was sure there was some horrifying disease she’d get off a bite one of these days – the bite itself didn’t bother her, aside from a little pain.
Looking up, she caught sight of L’xon and Halventh, looking at them blankly for a long moment before realization (and the memory of the action just prior to her faint) dawned, spawning a look of horror to spread across her face at the sight of the spilled basket. The hand staunching the blood dropped away, letting it resume its slow, determined trickle.
Aghast, she whispered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry! You must have been working on that for… for a very, very long time.”
Times like these, she understood Day’ar’s occasional desire to fling himself off of things out of shame.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Feb 16, 2012 21:58:25 GMT -5
"Oh, Faranth." L'xon swallowed, his nose pinging with sympathy pains as the firelizard bit into her mistress. Nevermind Halventh starting to get rowdy behind him, L'xon himself would have leaped for the flit if Rennin's hand had not interceded between them, thin and frail as a white bird wing, and detached her "pet." A vibration coursed through L'xon's legs as he stood in time with Rennin, and he looked around himself, then over his shoulder at Halventh. The dragonet was growling, eyes a putrid yellow-green ringed in orange. Halventh had not bared his teeth, remaining true to L'xon's earlier command even as he expressed his displeasure.
The Blue's partner turned to him and wrapped both hands around his landscaped neck. The rumbling ceased, and the frantic reddish tones evaporated from Halventh's facets, though they remained yellow as he kept watch over the scene. Perhaps the worst part was how little he talked; Halventh tended to have running commentaries on everything, but he had never experienced such upset before. L'xon quickly quelled any notions that his dragonet might be replying to Rennin: "He's not growling at you. He is concerned for you."
L'xon faced the Candidate again, his lips grimacing open at the blood on her face. "That definitely has to go to the healers," he insisted, rather than honoring her apology with a response. "I mean it, okay?" Increasingly at late, he found himself dictating to others. How had that happened? Was it that Halventh gave him the supplemental ego he needed, or that since Impressing-- since entering the Weyr --he came across more and more people who required a firm hand? L'xon didn't like it at all. He didn't have the right.
After all his demands, the Blueweyrling's eyes fell to his boots. He turned around that way, shoulders drooping, then he picked up the basket and everything Halventh had managed to salvage. The last thing he took was one of the deep blue flowers chained along the dragon's throat. Its fairly scentless petals had been dyed with Halventh's cinnamon-oil smell, something L'xon no longer picked up on after so prolonged an exposure to it.
Tucking the basket under one arm, he approached Rennin. With Oracle guarding the right shoulder-- more the neck as a whole, but L'xon thought her positioning flawed, and she might only be able to lash in one direction --he reached out to try and position the flower in Rennin's hair on the left side. "Come on. I bet I can get all these back in order while they look at you. If you will come, even if it's just for me, I'll feel a lot better."
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Post by Chek on Feb 17, 2012 19:51:49 GMT -5
Rennin’s gaze danced over the growling, agitated Halventh, managing to avoid flinching as he subsided, taking L’xon’s words as truth – Halventh would have showed aggression towards her before this if he was going to – right? It seemed logical to her.
She touched the bite gently when her friend directed her attention back to it, eyes starting to water from the pressure already building behind the swelling, “Yes, I think so,” she said quietly, her voice now having a distinct nasal quality as the swelling interfered with the flow of air, “She was eating carrion before this. She’s likely given me a disease. Or at least an infection.”
Indeed, though she couldn’t see it, the bite was already an angry red, swelling cutting off the worst of the bleeding, but the wound looking quite unpleasant regardless. Oracle hissed under her ear, nibbling on strands of Rennin’s hair as she kept her hateful gaze flickering between L’xon and Halventh. Rennin hushed her, to no avail, as L’xon approached and reached to tuck the lovely blue flower into her hair.
Rennin opened her mouth to warn him off, not sure if he remembered Oracle’s hunting style, but was a little too late – the green flitter snarled and uncoiled her tail from its grip on Her’s throat, snapping the long appendage towards the blue weyrling’s hand like a whip, following the motion up by hooking her claws into Rennin’s shoulder to launch herself under the Candidate’s chin, mouth open in anticipation of a great deal of vicious biting.
Only to slam headlong into Rennin’s upraised palm, the flitter piling up in an untidy bundle and dazing herself from the force of the impact – Rennin caught her before she could fall to the ground. Oracle clung to Rennin’s hand, hissing and shaking her head.
Loud barking from the direction of the lake heralded the arrival of Beliori and her pink passenger – both canine and Caramia were soaked, the pillie less so because of her carapace, the pair obviously having just come from the lake. Bel whined and circled her master’s feet, sniffing at the blood that hand managed to reach the ground and whining again. Mia lifted her feelers and waggled them.
Dazed Oracle was laid on Bel’s back, the canine shifting unhappily on her stubby legs, but having had this particular arrangement taught to her, accepting the flitter without protest. Caramia climbed atop Oracle and began secreting a sticky substance, gluing herself to Oracle and Oracle to Beliori, having the fortunate side effect of binding all the dangerous bits of the green flit down safely.
That done, with a quiet command, the ridiculous mess of pets waddled into the Candidate’s Barracks.
“That will keep her out of trouble for a little while,” Rennin said with a firm nod, pleased that what had started as a terribly silly idea was still working as well as it was, hand coming up to touch her nose as smiling pulled on the bite and made it hurt worse, “But, oh! I can’t let you sort everything back out after I ruined it. I can’t take it and… um, I can work on it while I wait for a healer?”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Feb 18, 2012 16:08:16 GMT -5
"Who do you think you are?" L'xon murmured as he looked after the retreating sandwich of pets. His hands had fallen back to his sides after Oracle's tail released the one, the blue flower still gripped between two fingers. He was surprised anew by the sense of it and looked down, then lifted the blossom and resumed trying to fix it back in Rennin's hair. "Day?" Her hair was short and useless for twining around the stem. Lex attempted to prop it against her ear. "You haven't ruined anything." The flower fell off, inadequately supported. The Blueweyrling blinked, then leaned down to retrieve it. The flower was missing a few petals from Oracle's roughhousing, and now had dust tramped on a few more.
L'xon pressed it into Rennin's hand as it was, touching her fingers, then pressing them around the stem. Only Rennin could decide if that grip was any more stable than her ear's. "But this has to stop." His brown eyes searched for hers, a rare setting of a stare right to her face. His arm, thicker and stronger now after just a few months of working with and for Halventh, extended out toward the Barracks, pointing after the evacuated nuisance. "Oracle has to stop."
His arm lowered, and the blond lifted his head to look after their destination: the infirmary. "Let's go," he said, gesturing with a friendlier upturned palm toward the cavern entrance. He picked up the flower basket again, but as he waited for Rennin to step ahead of him, he had the strangest feeling. He was reminded of leading the rare criminal at Western to his temporary holding to await trial. "It's not just you she might cause trouble for," he admitted, though cause trouble was really an understatement. "A baby dragon-- mm, I mean even look at Halventh. Sure, you say he's plenty big next to a flit, but he still has weaknesses. If you look at his eyes..." L'xon started to glance at the Candidate, only to find a tapered blue muzzle interceding between them. Halventh!
How can she see my eyes if I am behind her? the dragonet demanded. He was holding his head close enough to Rennin that the depthless green glow of his eye reflected off her pale skin. He produced a rippling rumble down the tunnel of his neck, crooning at the girl.
You'll scare her to death.
Nonsense. She just wishes she had a Blue as good as Halventh. The eye closer to his lifemate twinkled, center pitching almost white as a few resonant rainbows blossomed in it. Right, L'xon?
I... The Weyrling actually opened his mouth, like his protest might be more concrete spoken aloud. But nothing came out. As his lips closed again, they coiled into a dreamy smile. ...I'm trying to be serious here Halventh. The dragon's nostrils flexed tremendously in a powerful, disdaining snort.
If you insist, the Blue sighed in disgust, then slid back out of view, falling into pace behind them. L'xon smiled nervously at Rennin once she was in view again. Without Halventh's half of the conversation to hear, she would have come up with her own interpretation of what the dragon was up to. L'xon elected not to confuse her further with the truth.
"I was wondering, what did the Searchrider say when he saw her? Oracle. And, who Searched you?" A hint of pink rose in his cheeks. "Was it J'von? He got me." The pink failed, replaced by the pale of inappropriateness. For surely those remarks would not have sounded right...for reasons Rennin knew nothing about. The Blueweyrling coughed in wry relief, grimacing away at the ground. "Um, just, what did they say when they picked you up? I know J'von asked me if I had any pets. I told him, ah, only my son." Cue weak laughter.
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Post by Chek on Mar 6, 2012 14:42:41 GMT -5
Rennin accepted the flower automatically, looking down at the dusty, somewhat crumpled petals. It was… a little unsightly. At least to someone who appreciated flowers only for their beauty. This one still had much value to Rennin, however – the pigment which could be extracted was actually in a series of hard seeds which, this time of year, would be tucked neatly away in the stem. Running a finger discreetly along the undamaged stem, she discovered the seeds were there, uncrushed.
It may not look like much, at least not anymore, but the flower had definitive value.
Her examination of the flower was as good an excuse as any to not meet L’xon’s eyes. Oracle. She was a menace, Rennin would not deny it, but a menace that Rennin had mostly kept in check. Faranath only knew what the flit would do if chased away, with no one there to reign the little murderbeast in. Rennin kept her close, put herself in the way of vicious, needle sharp teeth so they would latch onto others less. Oracle after all held some measure of affection for Rennin, after all – she never when for the young woman’s eyes.
No one else could say that.
But this was L’xon asking. Telling? Rennin wasn’t sure. Either way, it was L’xon, L’xon who seemed to worry about her (which in turn made her worry) who was telling her Oracle needed to stop. So Oracle needed to stop.
She’d been kicking around an idea… “Yes. I’ll work on it,” she interjected quietly.
If all else failed, Rennin supposed she could ask Day’ar to set Skyfall against her. Those two fighting and plotting might give Day a bit of peace regarding his baby green pillie, after all.
Then he brought up dragon eyes. Rennin glanced instinctively at Halventh, who’d helpfully drawn close, gaze locking onto those large whirling eyes. She barely noticed him withdrawing, L’xon and he having a silent, or at least one-sided, conversation. Oracle loved eyes – as food. Dragon eyes would be an irresistible target if Oracle was insulted or feeling possessive – or just hungry.
What little color she’d regained drained away in horror at the thought. Oracle would not care about the untouchability of dragons. She slowed, her steps wobbling a little, looking almost as if she was on the verge of another faint – but her steps steadied as her resolve hardened. L’xon was right, and there was no putting it off longer. Oracle had to be controlled. Victory or death.
She did sidestep away from L’xon a little bit, hand dropping and making a tiny, hesitant beckoning gesture to Halventh, offering him the space between them again. “I don’t mind if he walks up with us,” she offered quietly, “I’d very much like to look at his wing membranes if he’ll let me –“ she glanced back at the blue again, obviously directing the question towards the dragon, “- I’d like to see how transparent they are. I’m working on a new piece in miniature with him in this, “ she pressed her thumbs together, shuffling the flower a little awkwardly, and spread her fingers wide, miming a dragon rearing with wings spread, “position, with the sun behind. I want to find out how much light will come through – it will effect the shading.”
During her explanation, her voice had been quiet – but focused, intent. Now she trailed off uncertainly, flushing at babbling so much about her little hobby. Search was a reasonably safe topic, right? “There wasn’t really a… Searchrider involved so much. A blue sort of…just swooped down and kidnapped me off the road. It’s apparently what he does, from what I’ve heard since. Girieth is his name. When his rider did get involved, he was so apologetic that he didn’t say anything about her, even though she bit him when he was taking me to get my things.”
She paused, “Day’ar was Searched by him too, but I think Day said that his was a little less outright kidnapping than mine, but not by much.”
She did giggle at his joke though – she found it amusing enough, “My husband always seemed more pet than even Oracle, to say nothing of my nephews, so I can’t grudge you that.”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 8, 2012 16:30:54 GMT -5
"Thank you." He meant it, but as he watched Rennin gesture Halventh back between them, listened to her go off on her art again, the only smile he could manage was bittersweet. With Halventh immediately answering the call, nobly extending his wing like a cloudy blue coat around and above Rennin, she would not be able to see the rider on the other side, looking at the dirt. Halventh crooned at the girl, all apologies for his earlier telepathic misconduct, and utterly happy to be near his unpaid commission painter provided he did not have to peek into her mind again.
The dragonet also created a considerable wall on L'xon's hearing, so he had a hard time believing what came through. "I'm sorry, did you say you were kidnapped?" he echoed in a tinny voice, but his words were probably just as obscured. He decided not to bother again till they had entered the infirmary, and he used Halventh's slight hesitation at the sudden ceiling to step around the blue and over to Rennin's side. The other details were just as problematic: a Searchrider ignoring his duty over his feelings. But L'xon checked himself-- he could not know if F'reki had operated solely on repayment. Maybe the elder bluerider had seen the worth of Rennin too. If it was true that he had snatched Day'ar, then he already had that match for Ambrith to speak for his wisdom.
Halventh was promptly bothered away from the infirmary when one of his attending Journeymen discovered absolutely nothing wrong with him. The healers had no qualms about pushing and fluttering their slates at the blue till he got the picture, and berating L'xon for letting him block the entryway. The Firefinder bowed his head and made verbal apology, then took his flower basket to an unclaimed ledge to set down. Halventh pined after Rennin with a warble, but noticed a pink setting down at the lakeside and trotted off to see if she would entertain the notion of watching him sunbathe.
L'xon found a towel to rest over the top of the basket. They were not far from the entryway and the wind, but it was also important for the collection of would-be paints to remain discrete. "Should be safe here," he murmured to Rennin as he turned back from the nook, nonchalant as possible. "I don't think you have mentioned your husband before."
The bluerider didn't look surprised by it; no, in Fort most everyone had been paired off accordingly by Rennin's age, certainly be his own. It was Dalibor that played strange. But it meant he now had a commonality with the Candidate, something he did not ever think they might enjoy. He realized that he was delaying a proper reception on the news, and he kicked in a polite smile: "Lucky man, aside from how he won't see you for Turns."
That had not come out as planned. He had not planned it accurately at all, and color flushed the normally stoic ex-guard's soft cheeks. "U-uh," he said, traditions tangling up on each other in his head.
She is not going to mind, but she might call you inaccurate.
"Which part?" L'xon blundered further, but was able to grin it off this time. "Sorry. Voices in my head." Even he could take refuge in jokes, and in his dragon's steadying presence. A healer was finally heading over to investigate Rennin, and L'xon shut his eyes in anticipation of a return to normalcy: the appropriate reactions for the appropriate circumstances.
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Post by Chek on Mar 14, 2012 15:28:25 GMT -5
Rennin took the invitation of the blue wing spread around her for what it was, launching into examining the extended limb, guiding Halventh into moving this and that with gentle guiding touches as she memorized the details, noting the places where light came through less, the play of muscle over delicate bones, the folding patterns in the lovely blue membrane – she processed L’xon’s question slowly, not really realizing he’d asked one until she was being guided into the Infirmary and her subject was heading towards the lake.
She also needed to take a moment to remember that her face hurt, and that was why they were in the Infirmary at all.
“Oh! Oh, yes. Blue Girieth likes to sneak out of the Weyr, from what I understand, and collect Candidates. Rider F’reki told me I was the first one who was legitimately kidnapped, though – I just got picked up and carried away. Rider F’reki did take me back to my Journeyman and the Hall, though, to let me…decide. But Girieth told me he’d just come get me again if I stayed,” she flushed pink at the memory of the dragon’s earnest assurances that he’d kidnap her as many times as needed, still flattered that he’d been so insistent – she’d never felt so wanted before then, “I…he…Girieth told me all his Candidates Impress,” she added in a small, somewhat ashamed voice, “I know I shouldn’t hope so much, but so far, all of them have… Rider F’reki pointed them out to me. A greenrider, a pinkrider, and Day’ar, now, too.”
She cast a glance at the basket L’xon settled discreetly on the ledge, reaching towards it before abruptly withdrawing her hand, “Are you sure you don’t want me to…?” She wasn’t really interested in talking about her husband, not really – not out of distaste, not really, but because he just wasn’t anything that affected her life anymore.
But this was one of the things she felt obligated to set L’xon straight on, as she had a feeling Halventh might have already started to do – the blue had been in her head, after all. She waited until the Healer had come and fussed at her for a moment before leaving again, presumably to acquire medications of some sort.
Rennin awkwardly patted L’xon’s arm, smiling crookedly and trying to soothe his feeling of making a faux pas, “With any luck, I won’t have to worry about him, actually. I didn’t…I couldn’t…I just don’t like…um…” blushing crimson, she made an very expressive and explicit gesture, continuing quickly, “And no children. And since my caravan never had any problems with men taking multiple wives, he’d already had her picked out long before when we were sure…but I…wasn’t content to stay as a wagontender,” her causal tone made it obvious that the abandonment genuinely meant very little to her.
“So I left and became an archivist.” The brilliant smile that lit up her face at the memory of the triumph was probably the most expressively happy she’d ever been in front of another person. By then the Healer had returned, and the smile faded in the face of stinging redwort cleaning out the bite on the bridge of her nose.
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