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Post by Azhdarchid on Feb 12, 2012 22:02:24 GMT -5
Upsetting friends was the last thing he wanted to do, really.
L'xon stepped out of the Weyrling Barracks, his head already turned on the building's smaller, squatter counterpart across the lake. Except an enormous, blue, tail-laden posterior blocked his view, no matter how gorgeous it was.
Mm-- he started uncertainly, but Halventh was already marching to the right, keeping himself under the sun and clearing his rider's gaze, save for his tail which continued to coil and flick on the far right periphery. Halventh's cloudy cerulean stature had been mummified in meandering trails of oil, and now at midday the liquid chains shimmered around him.
L'xon had oiled him properly at first light; the tracks now were a fringe benefit of storing their new pillie companion in a bucket lined with dragon-oil instead of water. Lexy-- Halventh had named her --always sought out the folds of skin and intersections of joints that were the first to dry out over the course of the day, on no one's imperative but her own. L'xon frowned, thinking he could hear her dull little Drrrrmmm now, even though she had been left in their room, and imagining her vibrating like a kitten's runaway vocal cords against his dragon's hide.
Halventh turned around and applied one of his large turquoise eyes to his malcontent companion, the glittering softness in the field of diamond-like facets melting L'xon's unspoken complaints.
Business to take care of, the blue reminded him, touching his nose to L'xon's yellow hair and blowing his sweet breath through it. L'xon seized either side of that horse-like muzzle, then patted one of Halventh's cheeks and started down toward the bridge that would take them to the eastern stretch of the lake. Halventh, keen on not seeing his oil patterns disturbed, tapped over the bridge after his rider.
Of course if she went back up to her weyr we might be out of luck, friend, L'xon observed gently, for he did not want to construe that Halventh's wings were not worthy. He could be truthful, and merely reflect on how they were not allowed flight for a long time yet, and such thoughts would not harm the dragonet's pride.
What goes up... Halventh began, and L'xon grinned, trying to think of when the phrase had been used so recently that his Blue had picked up on it. Let me check in.
Oh, please be polite if you speak to Waroth, L'xon half-advised, half-warned. Halventh tossed his head and broke into a sprightly trot, surpassing his partner and bouncing down onto the rock at the bridge's other side, casting about for the adult Red.
I am nothing but a gentleman, Halventh said, in full confidence. He had not met Waroth before, but L'xon had been under her and Nimara's tutelage for some time, one hatching passing without the blond even Impressing. No dragon would have challenged Halventh for the rights to him, of course, not even as an egg! Greetings Waroth, he began in a slightly husky tone he always fancied made him sound older than he was. L'xon sucked in and held a breath. My lovely Weyrling would like to speak to your honorable Candidatemaster, he continued in a truthier timbre, cracking a toothy dragon grin when L'xon's breath sighed back out. He proceeded to prance around the Candidate Barracks, seeking either Waroth or her human. L'xon came to a humbler stillness by the entryway. He has concerns. If his timing is feasible, and it pleases, perhaps he could relay them now.
Halventh paused in his landbound orbit to cock his head at L'xon. The young man took a moment, but nodded back.
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Post by Lan on Feb 18, 2012 18:45:15 GMT -5
|| ooc : Pre-Waroth-Flight. Also, according to Bre the lesson rooms are in the lower caverns. =) ||
Greetings Waroth.
Waroth growled. She had just managed to make herself moderately comfortable on her favorite place to skulk along the Weyrbowl. Her ledge, however, seemed to not be far enough to keep prying young minds from sneaking up on her. As Halventh relayed his rider's message, the red flexed her claws as if anticipating using them on the young dragon's neck. Still, his formal and complimenting tone helped ease her anger to the point where she could at least reply without seeming as if she were longing for his death. She's in the lesson rooms. Now leave me alone.
Nimara had just dismissed her class and was cleaning up the leftover slates and charcoal that were left behind from their writing exercises. The class had gone fairly well, although there were still some students that were lingering behind. They were getting additional lessons now, though, and the Candidatemaster sincerely wished that they could get caught up soon. Still, Nim was rather hopeful and optimistic about the whole thing. As she stored the slates into the cupboards at the front of the room she hummed softly to herself. Her dragon being sullen was no reason for herself to not be in a semi-delightful mood.
As she finished she settled herself into the chair behind the desk at the head of the classroom. Enyo was there at the desk, sitting on the corner like a gargoyle as she looked out toward the door to the room imperiously. Nimara smiled and sighed, settling herself against the backrest of her chair as she rapped the tips of her fingers thoughtfully on the desktop. It was then that she felt Waroth's mind press against hers.
Halventh's Weyrling approaches... says it's important.
Very well. Thank you, dear.
Nimara could almost hear the disapproving grunt from her bonded. She smiled, determined to maintain a positive attitude, and cleared off her desk as she readied herself for a visitor. Another chair was placed next to her desk and her desk was cleared of any stray chalk or other traces of her lessons that day. Enyo gave a soft clicking noise and took off to patrol the perimeter outside the room, considering it her duty to keep an eye out for L'xon. It wasn't too long after Enyo had left that the green returned again announcing the final approach. When L'xon finally entered, she stood and smiled.
"Good afternoon," She gestured to the seat across from her for L'xon to have a seat, "Waroth says you needed to speak with me about something of importance?" |
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Post by Azhdarchid on Feb 19, 2012 21:35:46 GMT -5
It seems I caught her in a poor mood, Halventh thought after a moment's pause.
Did she say she was going to eat you? L'xon was not too concerned. He was confident he would have felt any such intentions through Halventh. The blue regarded him with a quick spin in his turquoise eye.
Of course not. You're a grim-minded fellow sometimes aren't you? Nimara is at the lesson rooms.
Just realistic. I guess it would have made more sense to go there first.
Halventh waved his head from side to side in dismissal, then trotted after his rider when L'xon elected to jog across the Bowl to their destination. The blue hadn't the slightest inkling of what the fuss over Waroth was about. Why would anyone want to cause him harm, least of all a nice professional dragon belonging to a Candidatemaster? L'xon had his views, which Halventh elected to ignore.
When they hit the stone archway marking the tunnel to the lesson rooms, Halventh bunched up beneath it, then heaved a sigh.
Perhaps ask her to venture outside.
I'm sorry. This isn't about you, love.
L'xon smiled as another deep sigh floated down the hall after him.
Well, I will be here if you need me. You know, for the rest of your life.
There weren't good words to reply to that, so L'xon simply sent his warmest regards back to the dragonet. Halventh accepted them, and crawled back out to the nearest sunny patch where he could lie down and wait.
"Yes ma'am," the Firefinder said as he entered the room, bowing to her before he took his seat. "Your Candidate Rennin, my friend. I Stood with her at two Hatchings, and in both she obscured herself against the wall, where no dragonet might find her. Just a day past, my dragon accidentally spoke to her and she fainted."
You should point out that she is extremely odd and almost fainted your dragon in return.
"Please, do not take this to mean I believe her unfit. It is not my wish to deny her...no, I want her to Impress badly, my lady. I cannot give it to her, but I want her to be prepared. That's all." But L'xon's features traveled to uncertainty, then despair and back again. "I do not believe it wise to confront her with this, as if it some wrong of hers. She will retreat."
His hands moved together atop the table, fingers fitting into the spaces between their opposites as he watched, then disbanding again as he lifted his eyes to Nimara. "I used to think that someone who could not handle a meeting like this would not be suitable for a dragon," he admitted. "But I know that is wrong now. I know. I have seen otherwise. There are too many different kinds of people in the world, and they are all...useful. I apologize if that sounds naive, or optimistic."
The blueweyrling's sorrowful frown never departed. "All I am asking is that she be prepared when a dragon comes to her, and that requires more than lessons." He extended his hand across the clean desk. "I thought that I, us, her friends, that we could do it alone. But after what happened yesterday..." He inclined his head. "I can't. I don't know how. She's a unique person, and I have never met anyone like her, so I don't know what to do."
He moistened his lips. None of his relays to the various captains he had served under previously had ever been so disorderly. But he knew how any of them would have reacted to the news of frailty in their ranks. "There is one other matter. Her green firelizard, 'Oracle.' It attacks her, and others. I fear it would attack her hatchling. I know they bind to a person in a way similar to dragons but-- could something not be done? Could it be driven away? If you look at her hands, maybe, you will see what the creature has done. Her nose, definitely."
His hand strayed up to his own crooked bridge absently, then he blinked and shook his head. "That is not from Oracle," he noted quickly, dropping his hand. "I thought that when any creature of Pern bonds with you, it loves you. It becomes devoted to your health, your happiness. Oracle is more like a burden. How could anyone live...with..." L'xon stopped, realizing whom he was speaking to. He stared at her, unable to move at first from his faux pas. But his reaction had him thinking of Day'ar, and Rennin herself to some extent. "I apologize. I know very little of anything," he explained, then fell into a more dutiful silence.
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Post by Lan on Mar 2, 2012 0:09:53 GMT -5
Nimara listened politely, not interrupting L'xon as he spoke. Still, her friendly smile faded as his words took on a somber tone. Rennin. The redrider she was sure she had heard and saw the name before, although she had to search her mind for a while before she could remember a face to put to the name. Ah, yes... Rennin. She was a quiet girl. She never really spoke during lessons and tended to take a place in the back of the crowd. What L'xon was telling her, though, spoke of something far more troublesome than shyness. It appeared as if Rennin had an inherent fear of dragons.
As the tale went on Nimara looked more and more troubled. She could sense the sorrow it took for L'xon to admit those words and she felt as if it lie within her, too. It wasn't always easy to do what was right, especially for someone who had to possibly disrupt their friend's chances at achieving their dreams to do so. She admired his moral fiber.
The bit about the girl's firelizard worried her. While she had been aware that the girl was a bit tender, she had not known of the violent flit's existence, and it could prove problematic indeed if she was allowed to stay. The fact that Waroth held some qualities similar to the flit didn't even cross her mind until L'xon sheepishly apologized. She blushed a little, but said nothing. There was a wide pause between when he finished talking to when she gave her reply. It was a delicate situation. She wished to consider all possible angles before speaking. After all, she didn't wish to deprive a girl of her chance at Impressing a dragon either. It was with a heavy sigh that she finally gave her reply.
"I thank you for telling me this. I'm sorry that this hasn't been dealt with earlier." There was a tinge of regret in her voice, as if her sigh that began her sentence had tainted it with its melancholy tone. "First, if Rennin has no desire to be around dragons, it would be ill advised for her to keep Standing. I know you don't want to deprive her, but if she's frightened by dragons it would be torture to put her in a situation where she might be bonded to one for life. Therefore, she has a choice: if she wants to be a part of a life with dragons we can work with her, but if she isn't willing to be around them she will have to be dismissed."
There was another pause as Nimara considered the Oracle situation. She hadn't heard of a flit being so hard to manage. There was no real precedence for what could be done about such a situation. I could eat her, Waroth replied from her ledge. Her rider chided her mentally. What? She's tiny. I'm big. She'd probably between just by looking at me. Nim didn't quite find this as helpful as Waroth had meant it, but it gave her an idea. Do you think you could scare Oracle away, if need be?
Are you questioning me?! Waroth gave a low, rumbling growl from her ledge. I am WAROTH. Lesser beasts tremble before me! The rumbling built up into a mighty roar that echoed around the Weyr Bowl. Nimara shut her eyes and sent soothing waves to her brooding beast, shushing her.
"I'm sorry," she spoke of the red's outburst, which could be heard from their place in the lesson rooms. "Regarding the matter of the firelizard, 'Oracle,' Rennin will have to learn to keep better control over her. I can send her to get help from one of our residents that has experience in training firelizards, but it's up to her to learn how to control it." Sonia, she knew, had a large fair of firelizards and could probably help Rennin train her one. Still, it was always best to also maintain a plan B...
"If that doesn't work, though, I do have another idea that could work in driving the firelizard away... but I'd really rather not do that unless absolutely necessary." Scaring a flit into between was not really an option Nimara wished to take. Even if Waroth didn't kill the beast, the idea of scaring a firelizard so badly as to forsake its bonded could be a process that would leave both halves of the pair scarred. |
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 2, 2012 16:45:47 GMT -5
L'xon's dark eyes widened as the distinct outrage of Waroth belted across Dalibor, but though the futile urge came to him he did not look away from the red's rider. What would glances around the room prove but his rudeness? He swallowed as Nimara closed her eyes, then his mouth opened in silent surprise as a sharp pain rang off his temple. For a moment he thought Waroth's noise might have accompanied the thrashing of, say, a curious blue dragonet. But Halventh's only distress was directed right back at him, and the Weyrling's lips crinkled together in bewilderment.
What are you doing?
Protecting you! Halventh had attempted to launch himself down the tunnel to the lesson rooms, and due to his size had earned a requisite crack of his eyeridge against the ceiling. He had collapsed back from his target, but was even now circling around at a peppy trot so as to try again. L'xon tried closing his eyes. To his surprise, it did help him make contact with his excited dragonet. Unfortunately he could not stand around all the time with his eyes shut, but in this instance it was helpful.
I am with Nimara, Halventh, not Waroth. Waroth is outside with you. The blue staggered to a stop at this information, chest puffing. I thought you said Waroth was just in a bad mood, nothing to fuss over. L'xon could almost feel his dragon tossing his head in vigorous denial of this truth. But Halventh sat down in front of the caverns entrance rather than crashing into it again. The blueweyrling opened his eyes almost in time with the Candidatemaster.
He started to smile reassuringly at her when Halventh bellowed down the hall at them, plaintive as a hatchling denied his gorge. It was no Weyr-shaking clamor, but the lesson rooms were well within range. L'xon moved quickly as he could to prevent an encore. Halventh!
Come back now. Whatever Waroth had failed to impress on the dragonet before had apparently come through with her outburst. Halventh leaned forward and scraped his head against the top of the tunnel in demand.
No, L'xon replied stiffly, quelling another whine before it could fester out of Halventh's chest. Not till I am done here. Wait for me. Halventh butted the rock a couple more times.
...fine, he replied at his most petulant, then turned around and slunk back into the Bowl proper. Once there he assumed a firm four-legged stance with his head tipped skyward. L'xon did not doubt he looked ridiculous, but if it kept the blue satisfied then he was willing to suffer secondary shame.
"You are in control," the blueweyrling answered Nimara's apology, shaking his head and reproducing the smile previously cut short. "Mine is youthful still, so please don't mind him." For all their disruptiveness, the dragons' antics shook him from his dire expectations. He reviewed the Candidatemaster's response. "She does not fear dragons," he corrected. "No one should fear dragons." Those words had not been part of the planned reply, pure defensiveness. Could he be blamed for taking pride in his bonded, his new position in the world? "More that she was startled to have someone so close." L'xon rested a closed fist over his heart.
He laid his hand back over the tabletop, fingers pressing into the cool grain of it. "Please help her." His hand relaxed, and he withdrew it to his lap, as the chair had no armrests. His eyes narrowed. "Do what you feel is necessary with the flit." L'xon inclined his head. "I don't know more about her circumstances, though I wish I did. Thank you for hearing me, 'Master. Your compassion will see this through." He did not leave on his own, never one to preempt his formal dismissal.
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