Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on May 29, 2012 8:16:35 GMT -5
Weyrlinghood was exhausting, even more so for Saia than for many of her fellows. From dawn to dusk, Poissoth was constantly on the go, rushing from one exciting discovery to the next. In the absence of such things - when she was bound in one place by lessons or chores - she ran circles around her rider or chased her own tail. Saia had learned early on that her own seemingly-boundless energy did have limits, but Poissoth's apparently didn't. Whatever drove her, it hadn't failed yet, save when she dropped off like a crushed glow each night to rejuvenate.
Thus it was quite unsurprising that, after many months of oiling, Poissoth still didn't like to submit to it. As she grew larger, the task became more time-consuming despite Saia's experience with it, and Poissoth waggled more and more under the strain of sitting still. She chased thoughts recklessly through her own mind, continually broadcasting them to Saia, who got a word in edgewise whenever she could, grinning to herself.
The instant the last spot was oiled, Poissoth was off and running, romping over the bridge as fast as her short legs would take her. She'd spent a significant portion of time just now speculating on what the lump sticking out from behind the candidate barracks might be, and when she pounced on it, she discovered it was a tail.
A tail! A tail! A big, big tail![/i] Only Unath's utterly dejected slump had kept more of her enormous body from poking out, in fact. Poissoth scrambled right up onto the tan's back, putting herself high enough to peek right over the top of the barracks. Ooooooh.[/i]
Saia laughed, gathering her bucket and rags as quickly as she could and sprinting after her dragon. Just stay there! I'm coming![/i]
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 29, 2012 12:06:06 GMT -5
Unath did not respond to the sprite bouncing around on her back. Her wings were closed, her head and neck drooped against the ground, her only comment the occasional groan of unrequited friendliness. The point that Poissoth was perfectly friendly did not seem to be clicking with the full-grown tan, who wiggled her front claws against the stone of the Bowl impatiently. A very tall man stepped out of one of the cavern systems behind the barracks and prowled up to her. Unath's rumbling discontent dissipated, though she only watched her rider blankly rather than rising to meet him. He was not asking anything of her right now.
"What are you waiting for?" Q'sis asked her, putting his hands to either side of her snout and rubbing the soft patches of skin below her nostrils. "There is no one here for you." As it so happened he knew exactly what Unath was waiting for, and where she could actually find it. But he wanted that bond to break, and so thought nothing of that nature toward the dragon. Unath was left in the dark...aside from the glaring notice of the proper direction stamping pink feet upon her withers. Q'sis jerked his head toward the dragonet at a particularly vigorous plunk of her small foot, feeling the prickling on his own back.
Unath's wings sagged away and unveiled the parasite. Q'sis grit his teeth, but was distracted from further action by a sudden peaking of excitement in Unath's small brain. She could hear a particular set of sprinting footsteps. After a pleased bugle in Q'sis' face, she used her nose to push the man aside and picked up her powerful hind legs from their splay. She pushed herself around in a circle with them, neglecting the assistance of her front legs and just dragging her chest along the earth like a great snake till she had turned around. Her blunt snout wiggled around the corner of the Barracks, replacing her tail, and puffed vigorously a few times. Then she rose all the way up with a roar, and skip-galloped towards Saia. Q'sis stewarded her wings back into a protective cradle along her sides, so that if little Poissoth slipped she would merely be caught in the soft spot-backed sails.
He could, of course, have halted Unath's advance entirely. But maybe she would make a connection, here, and get her tiny-minded hopes cleared out. He followed her at his typical groundeating pace. Unath splayed out her arms and legs and wings as she stopped before Saia, smacking her thick tail on the ground and then swishing it back and forth like a particularly dull banner. She sprawled before the girl, chest swelling and shrinking with swooning breaths.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 16, 2012 18:25:48 GMT -5
Poissoth squealed in delight as Unath's bouncing gait shifted her around on the great tan's back, her little claws scrabbling for purchase, quite unable to pierce the tough hide even if she'd wanted to. Oh, this was fun, this was fun! All too soon they arrived, however, and Poissoth began scrabbling her mad little way up Unath's spine toward her head.
Meanwhile, Saia skidded to a stop just in time to prevent a collision of itty bitty redhead and titanic dragon. "Unath!" she crowed, flinging her arms around the familiar forelimb. Well, "around." No way she could reach that far. "It's been way too long. I missed you. I can't wait to introduce you to Poissoth!"
The dark pink head finally popped up, and Poissoth flailed before taking the plunge directly into Saia's arms, big enough by now to knock her rider flat on the ground. "Oof," said Saia, and Hi! You're Unath! I'm Poissoth! This is my Saia, my Saia my love, and she is your friend and so I am your friend also![/i] Obviously, her telepathy was not bound by having the breath knocked out of her, and Saia had broken her fall anyway. Picking herself up, the little pink went skittering off, beginning to make a circle around Unath; then she got distracted by the swishing tail and engaged in a game of hopping over it, back and forth, back and forth.
Saia dusted herself off, rising to her feet with her enthusiasm not even slightly diminished. "So that was Poissoth," she said. "Where's - Q'sis!" she called, waving to the tall man as he advanced on them. "Hi! I haven't seen you since the hatching!"
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 20, 2012 10:24:49 GMT -5
Poissoth? Unath tried to arrest the little pink in her vision for consideration, but between her delayed impulse and Poissoth's energy, the smaller dragon was already far behind her. She lowered her snout back toward Saia instead.
"Hello, Pink," Q'sis replied. If he had just shortened his pause between greeting and nickname, it might have been an endearing moniker. But instead he waited, then pronounced Saia by her new title as though passing judgement. He looked at her when he spoke to her, but afterwards affixed his gaze to Unath's muscular jaw and the green eye glinting above it as he came alongside. He reached for the rounding ridge running down the center of his tan's nose, and Unath dropped her head for him to stroke the spot. "I have nothing more for you, and you nothing for me."
Unath blinked at him, not sure if she was being addressed, and not really grasping what he was saying if she was. Luckily for her, he was talking to Saia. "I am disappointed. My capacity for evaluation is obviously slipping now that I've been so long out of my trade." He got back to looking at Saia, staring, with a downward twinge to the inside tips of his trimmed black eyebrows. His lips twitched too, threatening a scowl. "At least she's not a male." He left Unath's side and took a long step toward the girl, then headed straight past her. "Woman, with me. The girl has her own. She'll not be touching you anymore."
The tan knew her man's tones. Since this was an imperative, she started forward too, trying to step delicately over Saia. She didn't express anything about the command or its implications. She didn't really understand.
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