Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 18, 2012 22:19:04 GMT -5
Unath set down just outside the Candidate Barracks, stamping her paws a few times in the snow that had collected around the building. More was falling yet, flakes flashing around the dark bulk of the dragon as she flumped down on her chest and belly. She wriggled her way up to the Barracks entrance, then began to nose around just inside, jaws parting in low, querying chirps. After a few moments, she squirmed back from the building and got to her feet.
The tan turned around in a few imprecise circles, tripping over her tail tips on the last would-be pirouette and dropping her keel to the snow cover again. From there she rolled herself over with pushes of her wing claws, onto her back and then returning to her stomach. She managed to wipe a broad swatch of the snow piled in front of the Barracks flat before she rocked onto all-fours.
She ambled over to a large drift, digging at it for a time before leaping forward to pounce over it, legs splayed. She hugged onto the snow as it slowly sank beneath her weight, wide blue eyes blinking their inner lids rapidly. Unath hefted her head off the snow, bugling once. Then she dropped back down to the fluffy substrate, kneading it with her talons.
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Ruin
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Post by Ruin on Mar 19, 2012 17:59:49 GMT -5
Now what in all the name of Pern’s green goodness was that racket? Dora opened the door to her shared quarters cautiously, peering out into the long stone hallway in time to see a retreating, vaguely draconian, shape move off into the white snow which was muted by the creature’s purplish shadow. A dragon at the candidate barracks? Was this right? One quick glance to her left, and then another cursory look right, assured her that she was quite alone—for now—which probably meant this was an ordinary thing. She was, after all, residing at a Weyr now; big places, full of dragons, you couldn’t miss them. Though it still took some wrapping around to get used to the idea that she was really here.
Hands still firmly planted on door and jamb, Dora inhaled a steadying lungful of air, but she had already decided to be brave, hadn’t she? By the time she had convinced herself that she wouldn’t find herself in hot water for simply gazing at the dragon who was, by this point, making so much noise and movement that she could feel the vibrations in the stone, she was already moving down the stone corridor briskly: Formed workboots clicking off of the stone flooring to the accompanying hiss of skirt on undergarments, hands firmly planting her trusty grass hat upon her head. The dragon had come here, right? Maybe they were all fond of Candidates like Devath, certainly she wasn’t doing anything wrong.
Oh, but things had been easier when she didn’t have to constantly worry about rules and, what was worse etiquette. She was surprised by the size of the dragon in question, though size apparently did not hinder the agility of this wet-sand coloured creature, why this one was quite larger than Devath, and…well…somewhat unrefined. She had come this far on her own curiosity, but she would go no further—the dragon certainly wasn’t hers and, well, you simply didn’t touch a dragon that wasn’t. Still, as far as she knew there were no rules against watching, and the large dragon was very entertaining to watch; much like a feline or a butterfly. Ensuring her skirts were neatly up away from the snow, something made easier due to the fact that she was standing within a forearm-print larger than her entire body, Dora folded her arms across her body and allowed her hat to keep the snowshine from her eyes, a smile spreading across her fair pink-flushed face.
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 30, 2012 12:52:14 GMT -5
If it were not for the fact that Saia had been off fetching some food, poor Elidora would not have been left to examine Unath all on her lonesome for a few minutes. As it was, the redhead broke into a run as soon as she recognised the dark tan shape nosing about in the snow, visible from quite a ways across the Bowl due to her extreme size.
"Unath!" she shouted once she thought she was within earshot. "Hi, Unath! Where's..." But the tan's rider was not currently in evidence. Strange; usually Q'sis kept a close eye on Unath, or else left her with her sister and Valha, from what Saia had gathered. Perhaps he was in the bath, or otherwise busy in a way that meant his dragon couldn't accompany him.
Well, there was no harm in joining the dragon regardless, right? After all, Saia knew Unath well, though she had no real hope that the daft creature would ever recognise her despite the multitude of times she'd oiled her over the past turn. The girl slowed to a walk as she approached so as not to startle the tan, gave her as much of a hug as one could simply by plastering oneself against a large, heaving side, and then skirted around her head.
From there she could see Elidora, and she waved cheerfully. "Have you met Unath? Is Q'sis here? I've never known him not to be here before!"
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 31, 2012 13:21:58 GMT -5
Today was the day. Unath's tail tips shimmied about in the snow as she detected Saia's footsteps well before the girl was in shouting range. When her name was finally call, the tan's first response was a wheezy nasal grunt. When Unath! rang in with the wind again, she turned her head toward Saia and greeted her back with a closed-jaw bugle, a sound all out of her trembling neck and chest, pitching high in its cheeriness while still causing the drift around her to quake.
She did not move toward the girl, but her big tail thwacked the soft snow when Saia spreadeagled against her ribcage. Her lungs expanded and deflated in enthusiastic puffs as her caller made her way around to her front, culminating in a second bugle when Saia was in front of her face. This time she did open her mouth to let the sound out, a piercing loudness vibrating the air as the tan's long fangs briefly flashed white around the exposed bright blue pool of her tongue. Her blunt, rounded snout tracked after Saia and gave the Candidate a nudge afterwards. Her voice arched into a quizzical echo of the "where's," an unfinished question to which Unath had no answer.
Worming after Saia, the dark dragon's whirling eyes flickered between one girl Candidate and the other as they chatted. She raised her head and it passed over Saia, then her head and neck together thumped down to put the end of her muzzle a foot from Elidora. Unath squeaked at the girl, blowing at her skirts with each sound in a manner that almost seemed purposeful. She raised her nose toward the wide-brimmed hat Elidora wore, not quite touching it. Then she retracted her neck in a supple coil, looking back at Saia.
Unath rolled onto her side. She lay there for a moment, blinking, then turned one of her hind feet in against the taut muscle of her stomach. Her middle claw scritched at a dry spot almost in the middle of her underside. She moved that foot forwards afterward and bent her neck correspondingly so she could reach it with her head and nibble around the bases of her talons. Saia was momentarily surrounded by this circling of dragon, then Unath relaxed. Save for her foot, which she again used to scrabble at her tummy, bright eyes on the Candidate. Of Q'sis there was no sign.
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Post by Ruin on Mar 31, 2012 14:03:17 GMT -5
Elidora watched the girl with a mixture of awe and shy respect, was this her dragon? It didn’t seem to be so, and Dora almost believed she had seen that head of hair bouncing down the Barracks, regardless the Tan’s happy exhalations shook the girl to her very bones and quieted any further questions her mind had by simply deafening her. What? She nearly shouted in response to the other girl’s question, but soon enough the rumbling in her ears cleared so that she could understand what had been said. ”No, I have not met Unath,” why, Dora hadn’t even met her much less this enormous dragon who was making a mess of the snow outside of the Barracks. The name, however, did garner some attention. It sounded as if it had the honorific of, well, a dragonrider, but men didn’t ride the sky ladies…right?
”I’m not sure who Q’sis is, I’m sorry,” she replied lamely, trying to figure out how she could weasel herself away to someplace far more quiet than right near a giddy dragon. Who at that moment decided to turn her attentions away from the red-head and onto Elidora. Oh but she was such a large sweet creature, and it was easy to see that this one had a heart of purest love, though it was somewhat intimidating having a head larger than her torso thudding down so close she could reach out and touch it. The rounded muzzle seemed so well proportioned up close, but oh the noise. How could something be at one moment endearing and painful? Chirps and bugles and even the sound of air rattling up along that long neck seemed fit to rouse the gone to a girl who spent most of her time in the quiet.
”Oh please don’t!” She pleased in a fast whisper when she thought the dragon was going to make a snack of her hat, it was the only thing she had left of her home! The dragon, however, seemed less interested in it once she had smelled it, and then contented herself with various scratches and nibbles. ”Is she itchy?” Elidora asked of the other girl shyly, why…who was she to ask questions when this one so obviously knew the dragon, but she was curious—and sometimes she couldn’t quite stop herself from being in awe of certain situations. Like this one. Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected to see a dragon playing like a feline in the snow, on her back belly exposed. It was adorable.
Oh! Oh, but she was being so rude. ”My name is Elidora, but my sister just calls me Dora, I believe I may have seen you in the halls here, are you a Candidate?” Slowly, and shyly, she shuffled forward through the snow, hands pressing her skirts to her thighs as if that act would keep her hidden, or somehow make her braver. Oh if only getting to know people wasn’t so difficult, because people were really very wonderful, and so were dragons. All of this was wonderful, just hard, she never knew what to say! Oh if only Elly were here to help, then this girl would certainly like her and accept her, and then maybe, just maybe, she’d get to hug the dragon too!
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