La La Lie (Chim)

[Cathaline]

Newt had intended to horn in on the wherlings several weeks ago, pretty much immediately after the hatching. But as he had ended up on a roller coaster ride of endorphins and traumatic misery, he had pretty much been strongarmed into avoiding any wher more dangerous than a kitten, under pain of not being allowed to stand for Fenrisk's hatching - if any of her eggs did hatch. He hoped some might, but part of him also hoped none did, that he'd be off the hook and get a little more breathing room before the next one.

But there was only so long that Newt could cave under the various pressures being placed on him by those who knew better than he did (and yes, they did know better, little as he wanted to admit it - he was not in a place to be making certain decisions right now, one of those decisions being 'which evil whers I am capable of interacting with sans terrible flashbacks'). So finally, after chores (nice thing about being a dual candidate, he did his chores in the daytime and had his evenings totally free to interface with handlers when they were just rising), he headed for the wherlings' barracks deep under the mountain.

He wasn't looking for any one wherling in particular. He wanted to meet all of them. But he did quickly spot a familiar face, and, heedless of the fact that Dardranel may have just woken up, he strolled up to her and hailed her. "Hey! Long time no see! Where's Dardrask?"

[Chimera]

Sure, he was creepy, but Dardranel had been delighted to find that Dardrask was partial to a race or two...every night. They'd run around the bowl, and though the black wheret often played tricks on Dardranel (cheater!) it was still much more fun to run around with someone - especially a murderous, but totally awesome mindmate - than alone. Her dreams were somewhat weird now, though. Dardrask couldn't exactly haunt her dreams, but yet he did. Maybe it was his influence in the waking world, but Dardranel's dreams tended to have - darker stuff? More monsters? She didn't really mind. As someone who'd be around the actual creatures of the Weyr as close to monsters as you could get, Dardranel decided she needed to get used to it anyways.

"Weeergh." Dardrask had needed one of his rare oilings, and so she'd had to wake up a little earlier than usual. The cause of the mysterious sound that echoed from the wherling's mouth was, unsurprisingly, the black. Dardranel could get used to his weird habits and personality, but it would take much longer to get used to those multiple rows of teeth. Multiple. Rows.

WeeEEErrghhh. Dardrask growl-groaned back in close imitation.

"We can start the day, um, night, now, and get some klah, and...yeah."

Dardranel opened the door, and started walking down the hall.

"Newt! It has been a long time no see!" She grinned back at Newt. "How've you been? Or, how are you feeling at the moment?" She pitied him...he'd lost a wheret...he seemed to be okay, at least on the outside? Well, certainly well enough to greet her smack dab in the face soon after she'd exited her room. So, that was a good sign.

"Oh, Dardrask? He's...uh...here?"

Black wheret in mention slithered out from Dardranel's shadow, jumping and latching onto the back of Newt's robe, literally breathing down his shoulder. His head leaned in to the candidate's ear, as he placed the pads of his front paws onto his shoulders. And whispered into his mind. But they were no words - but unnerving whispers -seemingly nonsensical jumbles of sound.

Dardranel chuckled and shrugged.

"Dardrask's...well, bluntly, I, a dragon candidate, kinda ended up with one of the...eviler wherets of the hatching. But he usually just likes to scare. Hasn't mauled anything except his food after the hatching. I read the few hides I got and obviously was at the lessons about whers when Callistath and Kalesk clutched...but you're real knowledgeable about whers, right? Do you have any tips or something? It's still hard to get up at the evening, to be honest." She yawned for good measure.