Zane
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Post by Zane on Jul 20, 2010 2:01:33 GMT -5
Okay, so here she was, sitting and not really able to control her mind. Lesa shouting she was fine from across the sands quieted her screams so that she could focus more on her intake of air. Klaisath, still before her, was soon easily swiped away, knocked off his feet. The Black huffed, not at all appreciating the rudeness of the older Brown. And then the Brown, still seeming set on revenge, picked Tieler up by the arm and began to bite down bit by bit. Tieler squirmed, trying to get out of its grasp. She was smacking the side of the creatures head, and cursing like a sailor.
”Shards and shells, let go! By the first egg, when I get down from here!” Really her shouts would do no good if the Brown didn’t care to let her drop. Soon its rider, one whom she was unfamiliar with, Durian, was by the Brown’s side. She was speaking to her, which Tieler wasn’t at all focusing on. The only thoughts running through her head was: We have to get Lesa patched up, Klaisath is hungry, Eclipse needs a good nap, and Halbert is going to freak because Lesa looks like a mess. Just great. There was one line she did catch, about it being lucky that it was them and not an even worse pair that she’d messed with.
”All the same, its ones like you that make me have a hate for dragonrider’s. Good thing I impressed Klai.” She was dropped, and she checked her arm-appeared to be no bleeding. It would leave a bruise, at best. By now the Black had made it back to her side, in perfect-timing for when the Brown went to hit His with his tail. Klaisath intercepted and snapped, huffing one last-time as a “good riddance” for when the pair left. Now to deal with far more important matters!
Tieler looked over at Lesa, getting to her feet, which hurt a whole lot. A whole, whole, lot, but she did her best to ignore it. She’d been in worse pain after a fight... sort-of. With each step she winced, but it didn’t matter, for she had to get over to Lesa. At first she didn’t catch that there was a Cyan-coloured dragonet by her. She figured because Lesa had landed so close to the eggs that it had hatched by her. Then Tieler, glancing around quickly-mere steps away from Lesa-realized that everyone had gone. They were the only ones left, and this dragonet had not left Lesa’s side. Oh great joy of joys! Lesa had impressed!
Plopping down beside her friend to sit, glad for the pressure off of her sore leg, she decided to crack a joke: ”Looks like you were in the perfect place to impress! I bet you want to thank me for that, hm?” Really she was just enthralled that Lesa hadn’t seen how badly she was blushing when the blond was telling her to shut up. Oh man, would she ever live down that mental break back there? It wasn’t her fault; she had thought Lesa was dead! She did some mental grumbling, and then proceeded to talk some more: ”She’s beautiful Lesa! I’m so glad you impressed, I knew you would. No one deserves it more than you, well, except for me of course.” She smirked at the girl, secretly inspecting her wounds to see just how severe they were.
Klaisath had followed, of course, and was now standing next to Maieouth. Seeing that his rider was busy, he sadly said to the Cyan: ~I need to be fed, but Mine is concerned about the condition of Yours! I am Klaisath, your clutchbrother! What might your name be? I like your hide, it’s very pretty.~ So young, and he likely didn’t even know that he was being a sweet talker. Tieler would most certainly be proud.
”Why did you do that, you? I could’ve taken him! You didn’t need to go and-and-well... SACRIFICE yourself like that.” Tieler felt like she had the right to complain. She would have much rather gotten hurt herself than know that Lesa was hurt as badly as she was now. She would be surprised if the girl could stand on her own, no matter how tough she was. No matter, she wasn’t about to leave her side. Lesa was a hero today.
”Either way, I think when blond women throw themselves at me, I get turned on a bit.” Tieler was grinning like a fool, and a good smack from Lesa might be the only thing that would change that. No doubt Lesa would know by now that Tieler found every opportunity there was to be an enormous flirt. Eclipse was still settled by Lesa as if danger was still imminent. The large Black flitt really had been traumatized enough for today!
Casually, Tieler leaned over, an arm on the other side of Lesa’s body (her hand in the sand) to plant a firm kiss on Lesa’s soft cheek. Then she pulled away, placing both of her hands in her own lap. ”That was for trying to save my life, and just for being you.” Tieler shrugged, adding: ”I’m not going soft or anything, so don’t expect any sappy speech from me. I think it best that we get ourselves cleaned up as best we can so we can feed our dragons. Next it’ll be Klaisath trying to eat us if we don’t soon get some food into him!” Tieler was using the word ‘we,’ which she hadn’t really done for some time. It was refreshing, in a way, to have a ‘we’ to be able to say ‘we.’ If that made any sense.
This had been a most memorable hatching day, and Tieler was going to make sure it stayed that way! All bruised and marked up or no, her and Lesa would have to make it up by pigging out at the hatching feast! Sneaking in was always an option, and one she wasn’t afraid to explore!
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Post by jack on Jul 20, 2010 14:48:27 GMT -5
Halfway off the Sands, Durian caught the phrases of two individuals and stopped. Her own temper was flaring down, coiling and writhing beneath the surface of her eyes as she stiffened, chin ducking steadily closer to her chest as her hands curled into fists. Her dragon had been referred to as daft...and that idiotic Candidate had commented on her ability as a dragonrider. She stiffened further, the knowledge that the girl would have never survived a moment in her shoes only a slim comfort.
Mesreath slid closer to Durian, eyes a completely solid black and his mind unreachable to he coiled around her right there on the Sands, taking comfort from the heat of the Sand. He was moving slowly even as he circled her, his eyes locked on the Candidates...and the fool in the Stands. His tail flicked a low growl in his throat, and he shifted as though he would try to attack, mouth opening as he shifted onto his haunches, but was held back with a palm on his side.
Eyes narrowed, she lifted her chin and her lip curled in disgust. "Because of this...this entire batch of Weyrlings and future Candidates will think of us as weak." She mumbled quietly, grinding her teeth, "...you know Mes...I think we have some work for us." Without another word she began to move forwards and Mesreath uncoiled obediently from her. As she walked across the Sands, he stalked at her side, eyes black with hatred. They disappeared into the air a few minutes later, Mesreath completely ignoring the Cyan's order, not even bothering to relay it to Durian.
Something snapped in both, the outrage at being ignored and disrespected a strong reminder of the freakish pair they really were. Durian, a street rat and a woman, Impressed to Mesreath, an overly protective angry Brown. Mesreath, high in the sky, let loose a furious roar and glided off, shirking all duties for the day. They retreated to the sea, sitting upon its shores far away from wherrybrains and overconfident brats. They would be back--the perfect, obedient, strong pair. But for now...neither believed they could be in the presence of Dalibor without breaking someone's neck.
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Back in the Stands, R'ish's brows knit in dismay as his sibling glided off. Gyth let loose a keening sigh of mourning, having sensed the feeling of worthlessness the humans had attempted to instill in the duo. It wouldn't work, of course, neither were willing to submit to anyone else, but...it was disappointing to see that the newest members to the Weyr were so...R'ish sighed again, interrupting Gyth's thoughts, and the Pink leaned against Hers slightly, feeling his spirits lift slightly.
Smiling, he lifted a hand and stroked Gyth's delicate nose. She gave a quiet hum and huffed into R'ish's hair, feeling some of the beads plop back down onto her face. They lifted their eyes again to the last of the Candidates and the eggs...and watched them leave the Sands. Both turned in time and began to make their way back to their Weyr, their movements mirrored by numerous others. S'ket and Sentiath leapt into the air and rocketed upwards, followed an instant later by a displeased Sjueth, with T'el cackling on his shoulders. Socordiath--elbowed into waking--glided gracefully after them, Doppelith chortling as he sailed after the other, trying to catch his tail.
A bit more reluctantly B'rak turned to Sol and, with a smile, slid an arm around her waist. "Let's go. I need a break from suicidal Weyrlings before the Feast." Shoth snorted but didn't dispute the comment as he offhandedly--and secretly--coiled his tail around Eccolath's, leaning into her affectionately before very gently--and after a quick glance at the humans to make sure they weren't watching--rubbed his cheek against hers.
Only after the last of the dragons were trickling out and the Weyrlings were mostly fed, did one rider set into motion. Eyes stern and serious she leaped over the railing and plummeted to the Sands, landing easily as she bolted towards the new Weyrlings and outright tackled one. "Hatter!" Javyk cheered, clinging to her friend's form like a desperate monkey as she grinned ear to ear, "Ya finally Impressed! You're so slow at everything, you should fix that." Still grinning, with Buscarth staring with disapproval at her from the Stands and Bodie barking at her, Javyk shifted and pressed a kiss to Hatter's cheek, investigating his new partner thoroughly, "You're awful handsome," She chirruped at last, grinning, "Bet you'll get aaaall the ladies. 'Cept Bus. But Bus is Bus and Bus gets what she wants an' nothin' else~!"
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Jul 22, 2010 12:40:12 GMT -5
What was happening on the Sands? The fact that one of Kalith's eggs had been a dud didn't pass Rayna's radar. Instead, her attention was focused on the Brown, the one that's loud roar had echoed, as it launched itself from the Stands. Her eyes widened as she took this in, especially as the Brown made a move for one of the injured Weyrlings. Was it one of the weyrlings Couineth had mauled?
...Probably. But after this, no one would remember that Couineth had mauled her. All attention would be on the Brown, just like her attention, especially after that roar. The brown's rider was coming to stop him, Rayna hoped, but that didn't mean that she, like many of the Riders, wasn't going to watch the behemoth of a dragon. Callistath and Kalith were big, but this brown was just . . . huge. Probably because he was going after a weyrling. She could only hope that that one was enough. Self-preservation instinct and all, you know?
And that was when the Viridianrider spoke. The sight of the bright green dragonet at his side made Rayna resist the urge to snicker as the other weyrling introduced himself. "Hello! I'm Rayna, and it's nice to meet you as well." She might as well be polite, since he'd started it and all. The moment he tried to order her around, though, she'd be done with this whole introductions thing. Rayna resisted the urge to snort at the thought as she grasped his hand and shook, doing her best to tune out the drama on the Sands. Surely someone would go help the weyrlings, and even if they didn't, it wasn't her business. She wasn't anything more than a weyrling right then. Maybe later on, she might've taken action against the brown, but watching him right then, she had to admit that he was more likely to maul her than to listen to her trying to stop him. Besides, that was his rider's job.
Or at least, that's how she justified not helping them mentally. Couineth wasn't paying any attention to this at all, busy as she was complaining. Anyways, the Brown's rider had made it onto the Sands. Rayna squinted, thinking for a moment that the brownrider was a girl before shrugging it off with a snort. Girls weren't brownriders. Anyways, she needed to get to know the people around her. One day, it would be important that she knew them. She'd need connections.
Already thinking about this, Rayna dragged her attention back to B'lor, "It's getting late, isn't it?" she commented absently, doing her best to hold back a yawn. This Hatching had been very emotionally draining. Probably because she'd Impressed to Couineth and all that jazz, but it was getting late. Rukbat had been just setting in the sky when the hum had begun, but the Hatching had been long enough that the heat had lulled her into a more sleepy state.
Couineth, meanwhile, was nodding her head energetically, seeming quite delighted while still vaguely disgusted with this Blue. He was so sympathetic! He understood, unlike those other, self-centered dragonets who didn't care about her at all. Which they really should. She was their Queen, after all! The best of the best, and not some stupid new mutation, either. They should all do what she wanted and it was so self-centered of them to not do what she wanted!
They should ask first! It isn't fair of them to not ask! And so self-centered of them too! I'm their Queen! They're supposed to be asking me because I'm so much better than them! [/i] Enjoying the fact that this Verith seemed sympathetic and willing to put up with her complaints, Couineth went on, Make them better myself? Why would I do that? I'm better than all of these new mutations and stuff. They should do it for me! At least I'm an actual color, unlike those 'Viridians'. Hah! I'm a Gold! They ought to make it better for me. Self-centered things.[/i] She was disgusted with them all! They ought to be doing her bidding, not being so self-centered! It wasn't fair! None of this was fair! Of course I'm pretty now.[/i] Couineth continued a moment later. How could I not be?[/i] She paused for a moment, once that was all said and done, trying to figure out how to respond to the blue's final words. Well, first of all, he was a Blue. Ew. She was soooo much better than him. Still, he was proving to be quite sympathetic, if a little thick at times. Maybe she could keep him around, even if he was pretty ew-y. No, you should stay. Stop being so self-centered! It's not fair! Everyone's so self-centered that they don't realize I'm soooo much better than them![/i] Finally choosing one of the two options she'd been torn between, Couineth decided that she rather liked this blue. He was good at listening, even if he was far too self-centered. All of these dragonets were! It wasn't fair! -- Myra's correction of his name was what made it really sink in. He wasn't Nyat anymore, even his best friend recognized it. He was N'at, of cyan Duermoth. He rode a cyan, a mutation found only on Dalibor's Sands. That had to mean something, right? Sure, two new mutations had been born today, but he had Duermoth and Duermoth had him. That was what mattered. He grinned happily at his friend as she went on, practically glowing with happiness. Well, she was, anyways. He wasn't sure if he was glowing, but he rather doubted it. "She is, isn't she?" Amazing, adorable, puppy-like. Whatever you wanted to call her, as long as it was good, it was true. Duermoth was perfect for him, N'at figured. She was his dragon, after all. Duermoth crooned absently when the girl patted her, though she was paying next to no attention to what was going on. There were so many stimulants for her to pay attention to, from the lovely dragons who watched the Hatching to the shiny things in the Stands. Shiny! She wanted the shiny. It was so distracting... Distracted from the outside world by watching Duermoth--he could watch her all day...--N'at didn't see Myra launching herself at him until it was too late. She'd collided with his chest, and the weyrling let out a rush of air as he wrapped his arms around her, at a loss as to what he should do. "Thanks, Myra. I'm proud of you too." Only then managing to get the words out, he grinned happily. He'd Impressed, Myra had Impressed, no dragonets had betweened. All was good in the world. Slowly, at his feet, Duermoth struggled upwards, legs trembling under her weight as she shuffled closer to the other Cyan, sniffing the air curiously. The other Cyan wasn't as interesting as the shinies, but Hers liked the Cyan's person, so the Cyan had to be interesting, right? But on her way there, Duermoth was distracted by a flash of something from the Stands and her head jerked sideways in time to see a shiny. Shiny![/i] Duermoth proclaimed delightedly, even as the other Cyan nudged her softly, causing Duermoth to tumble to the ground, weak legs giving out promptly the moment something touched her hide. She didn't bother getting up. The Sands were warm against her hide, and besides, her legs were tired. Her entire body was tired, actually. She just wanted to dream now. To dream of faraway places that one day she, the underdog that everyone loved, would see. "...Myra, are you crying?" Why was his shirt wet? Seriously. This was supposed to be a good occasion, not one that people should cry over. She'd even Impressed, and so had he! So, you know, she should be happy! ...Actually, everyone who Impressed should be happy. They had dragons with them now, and everyone knew that dragons were the best things ever! ...All right, he was probably biased, but still. Everyone should be happy![/size][/blockquote]
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Post by bobrocks14 on Jul 22, 2010 16:15:10 GMT -5
Myra couldn't help it. Yes, N'at was right. Today was a happy day indeed! But these weren't tears of sadness, goodness no! They were happy tears! For the fact that everyone Impressed and no dragons had fought and died! Yeah, some girls had been attacked...but nothing serious had happened. And, of course, all the eggs were marvelous beings! As were the dragonets that hatched!
She pulled away from him, wiping at her eyes. "N-no! I just...got something in my eye!" she stammered, watching Duermoth collapse under Avith's touch. She sure was a fragile thing, but Avith had already taken a great liking to her. MyraMine, I love my clutchsibling. She is weak, but I know she will grow strong with time. And Hers has a strong bond with you, so I like him too. We will be friends, and nothing bad will happen under my watch!
Myra smiled, scratching the brighter cyan on the head. 'Yes, we will all be great friends!' That's all she wanted. Was to be happy here. To live with N'at and Duermoth and Avith and everyone else at Dalibor. There were great times ahead of all of them, and thought brightened her smile even more as she knelt before Duermoth, patting her softly. "You wanna be friends with Avith and me?"
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Post by cy on Jul 22, 2010 21:11:22 GMT -5
[/I][/color] The laugh that followed was so weird, a series of grunts from the back of that slender throat, but it was contagious all the same as Ezra – E’ra – broke into a grin. ”You’re fabulous!” He bust out with and Ocouth another chuckle in response to this, a draconic grin lighting up his already overjoyed features. He lifted his head higher, closing his eyes and shaking his head from side to side, bathing in the praise. ’Of course I am, Mine! Now let’s eat! Ooh, and admire me while we walk, yes? This would be still more fabulous,’ he coaxed as he pranced, moving to lead the way with a bold and swishy stride. E’ra followed close behind, happiness apparent in his own stride as he watched his vivid yellow dragon. His Ocouth. He loved the sound of that. He felt on top of the world as he made his way to where the meat was being kept for the newborn dragons. Ocouth led the way, following his nose and fluttering his wings in show to all of those that he passed. They would love him! They’d have to love him because he was loveable and splendid and that was that. E’ra grinned and chuckled at Ocouth’s theatrics, occasionally glancing up to see the reactions of others, to see the praise and admiration he was certain should be there. And then his gaze lit up even brighter as it finally landed on one figure in particular. ”Kes!” He shouted happily, tearing out of Ocouth’s wake to begin to approach her at a brisk pace, before remembering that he was no longer alone and stopping abruptly to turn back. ”Ocouth, c’mon!” He shouted, starting back for his dragonet. Ocouth, meanwhile, had been brought to a halt to stare after His, eyes swirling as he considered this Kes that had so efficiently stolen his E’ra’s attentions from him. An image of her filled his head, stoic and strong, plucked from His’ mind. Hmph. With a jealous snort, he picked his head up snootily and pranced on his toes after his future rider, soon dropping his head down for speed as he darted along, snaking over the ground to come spring into place just in front of the pinkrider. He spread his little wings out as far as they’d go, feet set apart, striking a pose with as much extravagance as he could. She might have momentarily stolen his E’ra’s attentions, but he’d make it right by stealing hers. Of course, then E’ra came up behind the Yellow, throwing his arms out as he beamed proudly down at the little beast. ”This is Ocouth!”[/size][/ul]
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Post by Reky on Jul 26, 2010 13:54:07 GMT -5
Verith, ever the pacifist, did his best to listen to every single word she said. When he was paying total attention to her, he really felt for her. She was gold, after all... But she was still a girl. Weren't boys stronger than girls? Oh, but she was the biggest, so maybe not. Maybe she was just fat? From all that food. She didn't look fat, though... just big. Oh, but anyways, he did his best to understand. She was so upset!
Oh, no, no, Miss Gold. I mean, make it better, not them. You can do it! You're so p-pretty and gold, and all... They'll listen! They really will! At least... they should, He paused to think a little, still about as flat as a pancake on the ground and tiny. Because you ARE a gold! I'm just a blue, s-see? That's not very big or fancy or pretty. But Verith just wants to help! Even if he's little. Um. Please, though! If it would help you if Verith went away, any time, just... say so. I'll listen! Because you're pretty, Miss Gold!
Perhaps he was egging her on to be bratty self. It wasn't exactly occurring to him, though. He didn't realize that she was all that much of a brat - just that she was upset, and he needed to help. And to help everyone else, too, but later. Really, he didn't want to be a superhero, he just couldn't stand anyone being unhappy, because it got to him. He was too sensitive for his own good. If blues are emotionally in-tune, Verith was extra blue. Everything he was saying he truly believed, too - he was just a tiny blue, whereas Couineth was a big gold, and he did want to do whatever made her feel better. She was the most upset, of course. Once she calmed down, things would be good. Very good.
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He'd noticed her! The warm, fuzzy, swelling feeling that came up in her chest made her feel terribly odd. In a way, she liked it. In another, it felt extremely out of place. Really, it was the sort of thing she'd felt when she had Impressed Karath, and the link to that event sort of made it exclusively for Karath-related things in her mind, but here it was, the result of E'ra calling out and coming to her, with his bright yellow dragonet. She could have stood there, uncomfortably, and analyzed it, but she gave up and stuck a simple label on it. 'Happy.' She was happy. Happy for him.
The yellow, being as bright as he was, definitely grabbed her attention. The way he posed was admittedly amusing. Just born and already seeking attention. He and E'ra would be great together. E'ra had a knack for being the center of attention, as far as she was concerned. Happy, boyish, cheerful... Maybe it was just her, though, and the fact that he was the only person who ever got attention from her, beside Karath and the written word. And, maybe, his disposition came out exaggerated in her mind - a hyperbole based upon the contrast to her own demure self.
In any case, out came a rare, barely-noticeable Kesviry smile.
"Hello, Ocouth," she said softly. She itched to compliment him, and it was probably evident in her big doe eyes, but she couldn't put the words in the right order. They sort of caught in her throat. Instead, she looked up to the boy, "Congratulations, Ezra--" A quick correction, "E'ra." Her eyes slid back down to Ocouth. He was so bright. So happy. She wondered what Karath would think of him. Karath had the ability to be sweet, but she was a tried and true pessimist. How would she react to a baby dragonet? Or dragons in general? She was fine with Ayarth, her 'brother who is not a brother', as well as Seiseth, their weyrlingmaster, but that was only because she had grown up with them.
The silence she put out was probably a tad awkward. Oh well -- E'ra knew she wasn't good with words. [/blockquote]
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Post by cy on Jul 27, 2010 20:51:04 GMT -5
[/b] He squealed before straightening out, opening his eyes as he sidled around to stand beside her, looking down to his Ocouth with her, moving a hand up to gesture towards her as if the dragonet would have no idea who he was speaking of otherwise. ”Ocouth, this is Kes! She’s a really good friend of mine, she was, like, the first person to ever meet me when I got here. So be nice. And she has a dragonet too! Karath. She’s a really pretty pink and I think you’ll like her, but you have to be careful because she’s, like, really easy to scare. Don’t do that.” He warned with a point to the yellow, tilting his head forward and raising his brows. The newborn tilted his head, eyes swirling with his intensity. Karath? Yes, he wanted to meet her, maybe she’d be more appreciative of him than Hers was! And maybe if she was more appreciative, then this Kes would be more appreciative of him too! It all made sense and he chuckled, bobbing his head up and down with agreement. As fabulous as he was, what could possibly scare that pink? Surely nothing! With introductions effectively out of the way, the small boy brightly turned to beam up at the taller girl, one of his best friends! ”It’s so amazing! Like, just like you described and everything, I love it. And I love Ocouth! And you’re right, it’s like… I’m complete or something, which is so weird because I didn’t even know I was missing anything where I needed to be completed. Did you feel that way before Karath?” He questioned, brows creasing with concern as he tilted his head. Suddenly, he brightened as more important things filled his mind, hands rising up to flap excitedly. ”Are you gunna go to the Feast?” In front of them, Ocouth pranced happily at the mention of this Feast, rising up to his hind legs for a moment to try to catch Kesviry’s attention once more before having to drop back down to all four.[/ul][/size]
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Post by fidelli on Aug 28, 2010 18:53:33 GMT -5
Tonii was on time. Of course she was – she was that type of girl. She didn’t want to be here, she didn’t want to be standing on the hot sands in the thin sandals that all candidates wore in the starched white robe… But it was who she was. She didn’t ever want to disappoint anyone, especially not someone who had taken the time to find her out of Benden Weyr from the torture that had been her life. Not that Tonii would complain – she wasn’t the type to complain, ever. She had heard the hum of the dragons, and had known of the hatching – everyone had heard, knew that the Queen’s would be soon hatching their clutches – so she had… Disappeared. Not hid, exactly, but she had tucked herself far underneath in the lower caverns and had begun to work on inventory and stock. But, surprise of all surprises, Lord N’yrl had found her. Sleek and Streak had attacked and tried to give him several nasty scratches on his face, but she stopped them and let him convince her that it was alright to try, just one more time.
Tonii would never disappoint anybody purposely. She didn’t have a mean bone in her body, really, although that meant that she didn’t often have a spine either. It was easier to melt and stay quiet than to fight for anything. She didn’t deserve whatever she wanted anyway, so in her mind, it all worked out. It was for N’yrl that she had done this – but she made it clear that this was her last. She had had enough of her heart being broken in more pieces than she could count, shattered on the floor like tiny glittering jewels. They had been shaved and chipped off, bit by bit, in big chunks and little pieces, decorating around the listless and dull homerock that she called her heart. She knew all too well what if felt like to be unhappy or to hurt someone, and she was terrified that N’yrl would be upset or hurt by her choice not to stand. If she caused any more pain to the ones around her, she really didn’t know what she would do.
So she stood, knowing for a fact that she would not ever get the chance to Impress these little creatures that so exquisitely stepped from their shells into the dim light and became heros for the world. She would stand here, one last time, and then fade into nothing. She would become an anatomy anomaly, drift back into the world she knew of shadows and silence, and she would be content there. Not happy, perhaps, but she didn’t deserve happiness. She stood quietly, shoulders hunched over, quietly studying the sand. The hunch of her shoulders as she tried to make herself look small and meek betrayed her nervousness, and as the bigger or scarier of the dragons hatched she thought kind quiet thoughts and made sure to be out of their way without being obtrusive about it. And as the Hatching quickly went by, she could only watch the sand at her feet tumble around with the tiniest shifts in the ground, and hurt.
She hurt on the inside, more than she would like to admit. It hurt to always be wrong, always fail, always be the one making the mistake and never able to fix it. She was awful and wrong with everything, and she knew that, but it still hurt. She didn’t want to be here… But being nice to people made her feel a little happiness inside, and when she wasn’t failing miserably… She made him happy for a few moments, and that was important. She would disappoint later, but he would be happy until the hatching was over… That was all she could do.
It was torture though, to sit still and watch them go over her as though she didn’t exist. They were fantastic creatures – even if the new Queen was truly a little mean, she thought dubiously. But she was a Queen, so she couldn’t be all that bad. And the new colors! She had been gifted as one of those to get to see the little new dragons. It was… Amazing. It was almost worth it, getting to stand and watch the miracle of new birth. She loved the little dragonets more than the world – it was why she stayed in Weyr’s, even if it meant having to watch everyone else Impress them. She loved dragons of all types, and colors – thinking that, she looked up to see the brilliant sapphire color of Gryth, patiently watching the hatching. A small smile for him, and a little wave – not listening to the little nasty voice in her head that told her by doing so she got to watch N’ryl for just a moment, and have an excuse to smile at him – and she focused back on the hatching.
She wasn’t nervous as much as she had been before – she had been to more hatchings than some of these people put together. She did wish that she had her little family nearby, but Kalith’s threat of eating them kept her from summoning them to her. So she stood quietly, keeping a track on them, knowing that Gryth was there to protect her if need be. Silk was curled with N’yrl – she loved the boy almost as much as she loved Her’s. Streak, her eternal protector, sulked on Gryth’s head – he hated the boy because His was afraid of him, and he would protect His to the end. Soft was asleep, and Sleek was playing around with Shine, trying to convince the grumpy black to play with him as they chattered above Gryth’s head. She felt bad that the flock had decided to go bother him, but they could at least watch her, and they would never leave the small Silk.
They were slowly drawing to the end of the hatching, and Tonii had long let the bit of hope in her breast die. She was a separate entity to herself, watching and applauding. She would cry later – now she was politely watching, kind and quiet. The hope that licked her belly as she stepped on the sands had been quenched quickly, and she focused on the contentment she felt other times. She had her small family, after all, and five little minds that loved her. Maybe even, if Lord N’ryl ever stopped being so disappointed and angry at her for failing to Impress and giving Gryth such a bad mark on his record, perhaps he would visit occasionally. Of course, he was a dragonrider, so she would not expect it… But Gryth had seemed to be such a nice dragon, and she would like to see him again, spend time with the great blue creature that was so peculiar in his ways. She watched the speedy Green hatch next, smiling softly at the antics of the racer – until she crashed right into another egg. “Oh!” The little pink that was hiding so delicately behind her wings, and she could feel her heart go out to her as she slowly dropped her wings. She was such a sweet little girl, going to nuzzle sister and make sure she was alright. Even just out the egg and she was already caring for people. The person who got her would be very lucky indeed, thought Tonii, and bite down the sudden surge of jealously and disappointment. It was sharper than she had felt in years, and she surprised herself. But the Pink was really the best one out there, just as good if not better as the Queen. She was small, but she was so pretty with little tints of yellow and orange gleaming in her soft pink hide. She was like a sunrise, the early morning colors so clear for the world to see.
And she was so kind! She made sure her sister was alright and dealt with the very hyper young Green, and Tonii was struck by how patient she was for such a young creature. Now she was turning to the candidates, running through the boys quickly enough. But she was still so kind, even as she made sure that they understood they weren’t for her, being kind to them. Then she got the girls group… And suddenly Tonii didn’t want to see who she Impressed. She didn’t want to feel the pang of disappoint when whomever got this little beautiful dragonet Impressed her, didn’t want to see the lucky person’s face. But the little Pink kept coming closer, and then was in her line of site, right under her eyes. She was even prettier close up, and the girl smilied down at the sweet little creature even as she was ready for the dragon to coo to her and move on.
Except she talked instead. ToniiMine, your Mamosath is here at last. Tonii froze in place, feeling very peculiar. Her heart had stopped, she forgot how to breath, and she had tears in her eyes suddenly. The little pink – Mamosath, her brain supplied automatically, as though she had always known that name and always would – was looking up at her with eyes colored in rainbows, and she could feel her mind awashed with love that she had never felt before. It was as though the rainbow had broken down into her mind and begin to chase the shadows away, and with a strangled sob she dropped to her knees and stared at the chattering pink. It was so nice of my sister to help me out, was it not? Even if it was a little odd. Maybe I couldn’t have done it on my own. It would have been terrible if I had not been able to find you. I don’t know what I would have done if someone had found you before me. A small shadow of darker color, but the little pink knocked away it without a second glance, taking her finely boned head and rubbing it against her thigh. Feed me please, MineOwn? I am so very hungry.
Tonii couldn’t help it. Right then and there, she burst into tears, loud sobbing choking tears as she suddenly reached over to hug the Pink, gathering her into her arms almost hesitantly, like she could break her or she would disappear. “You won’t leave me.” It wasn’t a question, but more a statement of wonder as she cradled the small pink and suddenly found something so happy in her life that she was sure it could never be taken away. And they couldn’t! They couldn’t make her leave her alone, could they?! They wouldn’t tell her she was bad and take Mamosath away, or she had done something wrong?! The happiness was so amazing, so beautiful… She didn’t deserve that at all! She didn’t deserve this beautiful little creature standing infront of her, patiently tucking herself as close to Her’s as she could get and nuzzling her. Mine! I don’t understand this deserving – you are Mine and I am Yours. That is that, isn’t it? You and I are together now.
She didn’t understand Tonii’s fear, clearly, but she made such a fantastic argument that the girl couldn’t argue it. Laughing and still crying at the same time, she let the Pink resettle herself so that they were face to face, the happy Impression colors still whirling in her eyes. ToniiMine, Your Mamosath will never leave you. You and I are going to be together forever! Please do not let the water escape from your eyes! Delicately, she opened her mouth and licked the tears from one side of her face, until Tonii rose giggling and wiping the same cheek with her thin hand. She smoothed her face back into its smaller smile, and she was really happy, but now she was terrified as well. She wouldn’t do well by her little Pink, she would mess something up, something would go wrong, she would mess it up…
The Pink led Her’s to the food, looking back at her as Tonii a. kept the flitters from converging on her all at once, and b. trying to wrap her mind around the creature. Mamosath was still calm and sweet, telling Her’s softly, It is alright, ToniiMine! Everything is fine! It is such a beautiful day, do not worry. We are together now, nothing will go wrong!
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Post by basile on Sept 24, 2010 1:38:19 GMT -5
Why had he convinced her to do this? He knew she didn’t want to! He knew that it hurt her to stand there in the hot sand and watch the dragonets bond to those around her. And yet something in him continued to prod her, to wheedle her into standing just one more time. She is a good candidate, Mine. I have not been wrong yet in my choices. There was that. It was a small relief for N’ryl as he set his hand upon the blue’s side. Of the candidate’s he searched out, none had yet been left standing. Of course, they hadn’t been searchriders long, so it really wasn’t all that accurate a description, but the man pushed that tiny detail out of his mind. He knew he was right! He was absolutely certain! His hand reached out to the pink ‘lizard on his lap, and he rubbed his hand down Silk’s hide as he watched the eggs twitch and spill their dragons into the world one by one.
He simply couldn’t understand why none of them wanted his Tonii. N’ryl looked over the flock of lizards around him, smiling to himself as he watched Streak sulk and grumble on top of Gryth’s head. The blue didn’t mind at all; in fact he was rather amused with the pack that was flickering around him. Only Silk was not somehow on the big blue, and though he spared them his attention, occasionally having to assert himself to break up a slight squabble, most of his attention was on the girl in the sand. She looked as if she wanted to disappear, shrinking in on herself, making herself look as small as she could. Gryth continued to wrap his consciousness around her, much as he had at the last hatching, doing everything he could to reassure her that she was safe. He even sent her the mental image of himself wrapped around her, shielding her with his own bulk from the more aggressive of the hatchlings. I brought you here, Lady Tonii. I will not let you come to harm so long as there is wind in my wings and breath in my body. It was as much of a reassurance as he could give to the girl, and he sincerely hoped it was enough to keep her going through.
A soft rumble passed through the blue body as he saw her look up at them. He gave a soft croon, certainly not enough to reach her from their place up in the stands, but the pleasure and sentiment was there none the less. It broke N’ryl out of his reverie, and his vision focused in on the smile that Tonii was giving him. Or was it for Gryth? He wasn’t sure, but either way he returned the smile, and the wave, just as she was turning her attention back to the hatching. If she had caught that little return gesture he wasn’t quite sure, but he hoped he had. He wanted her to know that Gryth wasn’t the only one watching out for her. After all, he hadn’t brought her here just to abandon her. Of course not. Even if she didn’t impress to a dragon, now or ever, N’ryl would still be fond of the brave girl. She’d made it exceptionally clear that she would never stand again after this, and he really couldn’t blame her. The pain she must have felt to watch the little ones pass her by time and again… He simply couldn’t imagine it. Tonii had more strength and courage than most. Maybe, after she had forgiven him for putting her through such torture again, if she ever did, she would consent to call him friend. And maybe, just maybe… Well, maybe sometime far off in the future, she would accept his courting. For during his musings he had realized something important. Just like a dragon claimed its rider, he had realized that in his thoughts he had claimed this girl as his, without even realizing it. He wanted her in his life, no matter what form that presence may take. Oh, he wanted her to be many things, but that decision was hers and hers alone, and he would not press it on her.
Beside him came a soft rumble of agreement. It seemed Gryth was on board for his long term plans. That was good. He’d hate for it to be a point of resentment between the two of them. After having settled to that thought, they settled down to watch the rest of the hatching. It went by quickly in some ways, and in others, not quickly enough. It was as things seemed to be winding down that it happened. Gryth stiffened, the dragon having some inkling of what was about to happen. He felt a mind probing at the reassuring blanket he had cast about Tonii, and quickly withdrew it, sitting up taller, and stretching his neck out to peer more closely at the dragonets roaming the sands. Mine, he said simply. Something in his voice had the rider standing from his place. There was a small pink inspecting the candidates, and N’ryl held his breath as she got closer and closer, until she stopped. Just in front of Tonii. An instant later, the girl had dropped to her knees in front of the dragonet, and in return it was pressing against her.
Amidst the usual clapping and congratulations for the impression, there was a literal roar, punctuated by the loudest cheer the bluerider could manage, though it was still drowned out by Gryth’s celebration. It was more and louder than anything N’ryl had done in many a Turn, but he was beyond self consciousness as he made his way out of the stands just as quickly as he could. He couldn’t even muster up the politeness to feel bad about bumping into other weyr residents, simply tossing back the occasional apology until he finally made his way out of the crowd. The ‘lizards that had been previously docile, if not calm, were now even more eager than he was to get back to Theirs, swarming the girl as soon as she was in sight. N’ryl was a bit slower in reaching her, though no less enthusiastic. He virtually bounced up to Tonii, the biggest grin on his face any had seen while he panted just a bit. It had taken quite a bit of effort to get down to the feeding station so quickly. He didn’t even care if he got in trouble for being here; it was an absolute necessity at this point! “See Tonii! I knew you could do it! I knew there was a dragon for you, I just knew it!” Likely, N’ryl would have hugged her if she hadn’t been busy feeding her new life partner.
Gryth’s reaction as he got close was rather peculiar. He stopped when he came close to Mamosath, and settled himself down closely to her, as close as he could manage with his big size and all the other new weyrlings gathered around. A low rumble came from him, almost a purr, and his swirled the oddest mix of deep blue with just the slightest hints of a purple shade in it. Dearest Mamosath. We have been waiting for you. Welcome. You could not have chosen a better person to spend your life with.
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