Fresh Start and New Beginnings

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While it would be expected to see great dragons ascending from the skies, bugling their own greetings--or insults, depending--to the newcomer, and maybe even a friendly wave from a harness-laden rider approaching from the ground...the welcoming comity that arrived at the Ironrider's side....was not nearly as...welcoming.

Barking, loud and manic and man-eating, echoed loudly over the grass as the diminutive hound bounded over, his strides eating up the ground almost as hungrily as his voice deemed he could devour flesh. A mottled maw was open, white teeth clean and sharp in the creature's mouth as he lunged at H'loric, putting on the breaks just in time to stop a yard before the man, his legs spread apart and his fur on end. Wild blue and brown eyes were centered on the rider, clearly finding nothing to fear in the great dragon behind him as the mutt barked and howled and snarled more, circling the man--but not his iron wall--as though to take inventory on his everything.

Only moments after the hound arrived, the sound of hoofbeats thundered up, in perfect timing to the large bay creature that stormed across the Bowl, rearing up into a stop before the man and dog. Nostrils flared and ears perked, the runner was quite the sight as he gnawed at his bit and tugged at his reins, seeming quite determined and willing to pull through it and take a chunk out of H'loric instead. But the reins were tight, and the grip around the creature's ribs was firm, and the voice that calmed him was authoritative, demanding respect.
"Keep your teeth inside your mouth."

Brown eyes were narrowed as the youth stared the man down, her mouth set in a frown and her back straight. She gave him a quick lookover and then glanced to the side, allowing the Iron to fill her vision for a moment before it slid away to make room for his rider. Sternly, coldly, and with no exaggeration to the hateful fury within the expression, she stared for a good few seconds, not letting her opinion through...but not hiding her displeasure.
"You...are the new guy." She boomed suddenly, the hound still snarling at H'loric's heels suddenly going silent, his floppy ears perked as he sat his bum down and glared. "From a weyr far from here, where its warm."

The rider's eyes narrowed and her runner shifted, a quick touch of the heels settling him once more. "And...you have desperate need of a shower because by Faranth you would look a sexy beast without a shirt." All was spoken blandly, without a hint of emphasis that would make sense, but just as the military-esque facade had slithered onto her expression before she galloped over, it fell through like shattered glass, making way for a manic grin. "Well how ya doin', stranger? Name's Javyk. New guy here just like you! 'Cept I'm not a boy and don't have a dragon and my hair is much more lovely." Cackling, she slid from the saddle and bounded over, Bodie suddenly a hyperactive ball of fluff at her side as he wiggled his own way over and bounced at H'loric's heels eager for an ear scritch.

"The fluffball's Bodie, the runner's Joskep, and the white dot that's been circling waaaay above you like a drunken wherry--" She glanced up as she spoke, pointing accusingly at a spot that may or may not have actually been a flit, "is Moonii. Now introduce yourself! No sense being rude--y' big-headed herdbeast."

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"Rather odd for you to ride but have not seen your dragon." Javyk replied promptly, denoting a blank, 'are you really that dumb' look to be the most proactive for the situation, "You aren't blind, are you?" Without any perception of space bubbles or what they were for, she sidled her way forwards, attempting to grab a hold of the man's shirt collar before wrenching him forwards close, too close, to her own face. She stared at him for a good minute, her eyes narrowed and harsh, but without warning she shoved him away, shrugging, "No--you couldn't be blind! You wouldn't be able to ride if you were blind, now would you? You'd be...a dramatic pause here...a wherhandler. Not that that isn't stereotyping or anything! I'm a nice person, you know. I don't stereotype too much."

Giggling--a strange sound from her--at the idea of being a true stereotypist, she strutted back to Joskep's side, brushing her fingers down his white-striped nose. "Why thank you kindly! He is a gorgeous fellow, isn't he? Looks nothing like his line--built to be my partner, huh buddy!" The runner blinked and nibbled at the woman's fingers fondly, his ears laid back with lazy relaxation. She reached up, brushing back his mane, but stiffened suddenly, glancing back over her shoulder just in time to see Bodie stiffen his own body, open his mouth, and sink his teeth in what he fully believed to be H'loric's hand.

"Aaah...uhm...he's quite good at understanding words as well!" She replied in a sing song voice as she skipped over to the two-foot tall creature, scooping him up like a sack of potatoes before depositing him promptly on the runner's back. A quick chirp and a tilt of her head, and Joskep turned, trotting off lazily. Bodie barked from his saddle-side view, but made no other complaint as he was hefted off and away from the scene of the crime. All grins and smiles and 'hehehehehe don't blame me I'm adorable!' twinkles in the eye, Javyk approached the rider once more, offering a hand daintily. "So! How about that distracti--you're an Ironrider! HA. That must be..uh..Ironic?"

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After she was sure the duo were safely back at the weyr--most likely in the capable hands of the stable workers--Javyk's full attention returned to H'loric, and a curious look bled into her stare. Mildly intrigued, with a hint of maturity that looked strangely perfect on her smooth features, she slipped forwards and took his hand, inspecting the injury without seeming to listen to the way he spoke...or laughed.

"You don't seem to find it quite as funny." She whispered almost half-heartedly, lifting the man's hand to eye level as she gave the puncture wound a good lookover, "Not that I can blame you. Puns are never quite as punny as they appear." With a soft rumble of amusement she lifted her stare, meeting his for half a moment, before glancing again to the hand. Without warning she brought it to her lips, and they parted as she placed her mouth over the bloody spot. Her tongue rolled over it with lazy ease, lapping up the crimsion liquid with one move, the excess saliva sucked up by a second swipe. Seeming to be pleased with her job she withdrew slowly, eyes at half-mast as she observed the slick section of skin, and licked her lips. Red flashed on her tongue for an instant but was quickly gone as she lifted her eyes again, giving a lop-sided grin.

"You'll probably want to get the healers to look at that," The Candidate purred, winking as she let his fingers slide from her own and removed herself from the majority of his space bubble, "Bodie gets into all kinds of things, and most of it goes into his mouth. Kinda like a weyrbrat! Only...he likes to gnaw on dead things with little squishy worms crawlin' in and out and in and out and in and out--" She was careful to indicate this motion with a weaving of one pointer finger and a scrunching of the face, "--and in and out and in and out the eyebaaalls." Laughing at the thought, she grinned again, dancing out of reach for a moment before--almost eagerly--peeking in just in arms length once more. "But I think I got most of the squirmy guts out last night when I sat down with the brush. Moonii and Joskep had to help me pin him down he was so mad! But at least he doesn't smell like a dead herdmamma and her unborn creature anymore!"

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Wandering eyes--which had once again wandered off to be distracted by a tiny whirling cloud--darted back instantly at his words, and she cocked a smooth smirk, her eyes flashing. "Never can tell, can you?" She chirped, snickering to herself before sidling a shade closer to him, "But in case you're worried...no. Chances are I'm quite rabid and congratulations! You now have the disease. Now you can run rampant with me and cause sixty percent of the chaos I can. Not a hundred percent, of course, as you haven't got a thing on me, pretty boy. Sure as you'd look good shirtless, I look good too. And I think I've got you on curves even if you have me on height. And my hair is still prettier."

With a wicked grin and a lazy lift of the brows she danced off again, hands folded behind her back as she leaned down to inspect a particularly interesting blade of grass before shooting back up again and returning to his side. "I was being completely serious, by the way. I probably am rabid. That would certainly explain to all the others why I'm as off as a white dragon with purple spots. Not that I really mind! I like me my way. Other people are too boring, you know." With a soft, absent hum she returned again to glancing off, lifting one arm lazily before returning it downward once more. The cloud she had been eying before began to spiral down, but then disappeared, only to reappear closer to the ground. The flit chirped softly as she swooped in to land on Javyk's shoulder, eying the other two rather warily even as she leant in for a lovely pet of the eyeridges.

"This is Moonii. Her wings are tired, so she's gonna take a break then head back to the barracks." The teenager explained as she glanced to her white partner, rubbing the lizard's sensitive skin softly. Moments later the flit was off and sailing away, back to the home. "She's a bit spooky, you know." With a shrug, her mind was back on the task at hand, and the girl snapped open her palm, offering it to H'loric. "Care for a tour? I promise I won't slobber on you again if you'll come--and I'm pretty sure I'm not rabid...although I apologize if you're one of the creepy germophobe types 'cause I guarantee I'm covered in at least five sorts of germ at the very least."

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Javyk was only half-paying attention when the man spoke again, but she smiled jovially at his words, "Well of course! I know there's an open Weyr Kingside--I'm going to go ahead and assume that's yours. It certainly isn't any of the other dragons', unless they're fat enough to fit into two!" Laughing cheerfully she reached back, snagging his wrist before dragging the man along behind her. It was long walks like this that she regretted letting Joskep run home and leaving little Eljae with her mother, but she knew better than to let Bodie dig himself into trouble, and El still had some growing to do before he'd be carrying people around. Smiling at the thought she quickened her pace, slowing only when she remembered--leather was heavy.

About halfway there she paused, glancing back at him, and eyed his pile rather curiously, "Would...would you like a hand?" She chirped out with shocking innocence, letting a sheepish little smile curve onto her lips, "I mean, it looks pretty heavy. Not that I don't think you can handle it--I'm sure you can. But...everyone deserves a little leeway." With a grin and a wink she continued on regardless to whether or not he'd shared, and came to a stop at the weyr that--according to the writer's awesomeness brigade--was definitely meant to be his.

"Here we aaare!" She sang, skipping into the room and going straight for the bed, plopping on it with a swing of her legs and a cheerful whistle, "You know, I've peeked in here a thousand times, but never had time to explore it! The bed's nice and soft." Humming, she laid back of it, seemingly oblivious of the way her shirt rode off to show off a pale stomach and softly accented hip bones just before a fairly low pantline. Childishly, she swung her legs again, eyes up at the ceiling as she stretched her arms above her head, showing off more of that pale flesh with what could perhaps be called innocence. "S'comfier than my bed. Of course, sharing with that dimglow of a boy isn't all that fun. Did you know they got me mixed up? Now I have to room with an idiot who won't believe I'm a girl!" She scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Oh well. I'll get over it. Much better than reporting it to the weyrwoman--she's a bit of a prude you know. Grumpy grumpy! And the Candidatemaster's a red rider! No way I'm messing there." She turned her head to the side, sharp brown eyes boring into his beautiful green, "Nope, nope. I'm better off sleeping with an idiot snoring across the room. Too bad he isn't straight though. If I catch him staring at my ass again and he won't believe I'm a girl...by Faranth I'll risk gettin' in trouble and strip down right then and there!"

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As she reclined on the bed, eyes at half mast as she enjoyed the softness of it, she let out a soft scoff, only half-turning to look at him. "I was born that way, thank you much!" She shifted, sitting up, and grabbed ahold of her loose collar, pulling it down until the top of her arm and barely an inch above her left breast was bare. A clean line could be seen from the 'v' of her neck to where the shorter-sleeves of the summer would be showing, showing a much darker tan compared to her healthy pale. "But I tan brilliantly! Its just winter here, dimglow! No one wants to freeze so we bundle up nice and cozy. More clothes means less Rukbat!"

Laughing at the idea she plopped(most) of her shirt back up and laid back down, squirming until she was comfortable and the shirt was once again up, this time just barely brushing the tops of her last two sets of ribs. "To be honest, I doubt highly I'll ever Impress." She replied cheerfully, after cocking a wide grin at their matching comments, "I've never really been one to stick things out for long. I've hopped from hall to hall most of my life. I figure I'll end up doing the same here." With a mostly-content sigh she settled herself a bit more on the bed, folding her arms behind her head as she tilted her chin back and set to staring at the wall on the other side of the room, "I mean, I've got Joskep and Eljae and Bodie and Moonii...I've got everything I could want...for the most part."

She shrugged, swinging her legs again, and almost started when one of her bare feet--it was a rare sight indeed to see her in shoes--brushed up against his stool. She withdrew her leg quickly and locked it with the other, her heels tight against the bed almost as though she thought she'd crossed a line, "Besides. What dragon would be crazy enough to handle me? I'm better off hopping around, leaving bits and pieces here and there but never staying long enough to make real' friends. People don't have time to get to know me that way!" She sat up as though excited, a grin on her face as she leaned back against her arms, legs swinging again, "They can't learn to hate me that way, ya know?"

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"I don't want my roots to catch." She interrupted quite bluntly, her expression deathly serious and just a little bit annoyed, almost as though the fact he would consider otherwise were an insult, "I don't want to be pinned down and forced to do what another wishes. I've never taken an order in my life one-hundred percent unless it sounded right in my mind, and I certainly don't intend to just because I have a big green blob at my back." Sensing the chill in his voice her own took a predatory swing, but while she sat up slightly, she didn't bother to adjust her shirt or anything else. "Sure, dragons are all fine and dandy according to the rest of Pern, but none of those wherry-headed fighter pilots know half the things I've learned just from hopping around."

With a soft hmph she slid from the bed, walking as easily on her toes as she would her full foot as she sidled around him, and then towards the exit, "I always make a point to stay a certain amount of time at a certain place, but I always make a point to leave as well. But...I might make a point to make my point a bit sooner here." She glanced away absently, one hand digging a whole into the thumb of the other as she did, "F'its anything as catchin' as you say, then I'd be better off without it, now wouldn't I?" With a light laugh and the bipolar tendencies of a bisexual polar bear(couldn't resist, I apologize), she whirled again, winking lazily as she began to shuffle away, stopping herself well before the door.

"I don't have to be understood. I don't like me that way, and certainly nothin' else could." She grinned, a hollow sort of expression, but dashed it away quickly, deciding it was too fake, "But hey. I stay a certain amount of time. Once that time's up I'll be happily off again, with another half-title under my belt. Off to Harper hall like I planned! Then maybe to Mining, if I'm not too old. And if I am, I guess I'll just set to exploring. S'not so bad that way. Not so bad at all! And there certainly won't be a big shiny lizard's boss bossing me around, now will there~?"

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Just as she seemed to be wavering on coming or going, a hand wrapped suddenly around hers, pulling her firmly forwards until she was enveloped in warm arms. She stared for a good long moment at the broad chest before her, looking midway between a pout and an annoyed frown even as the man held her closer and brushed his nose against hers. "I understand plenty." She near-whined, one eye closing in a mixture of amusement and distaste as scruff rubbed against her much softer skin. Javyk gave a quiet grumble but without complaint lifted her arms, sliding them around the man's neck to drape lazily.

Even when he let his arms drop she kept hers up, one thumb absently twirling in a lock of that soft sandy hair as he spoke. "I left a colt at home." She murmured, offhandedly after he finished, "He's a dray. Bigger than Joskep...but doesn't even have a turn under his ribs." With a soft hum she relaxed, her furious rant completely erased from her mind as she swayed slightly, closing the distance between them subtly. But then he went and opened his mouth again, and she gave a sweet little smile, an altogether too innocent expression.

"Think so?" She ventured, blinking as her smile sweetened further, "Perhaps you're right..." She moved forwards quite suddenly, one leg darting out in an attempt to hook behind the man's knees and pull in time with an abrupt, rider-strength push at his chest towards the bed. She followed as he fell, grinning manically as she moved to sit on his hips, pinning him there with a victorious lift of her eyebrows. "So the big bad rider thinks that this little pale girl can't take on a few hot coals? Oh contrar, my dearest of darlings--" She leaned further down as she spoke, her weight on her knees as her nose hovered mere inches from his, "--I can handle my own just as well, if not a thousand times better than a silly ol' dust head like you."

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A soft, victorious smirk spread onto plush lips as the brunette felt fingers on her hips, gently pushing her down. She lazily acquiesced, resisting the pull for a moment before settling easily on his hips, shifting about for a moment before settling completely. "You and Rukbat must not be very well acquainted then," She began, as he smirked and spoke, "Because I've never sufered nearly as many 'ill effects' as you seem to ha--"

Her sentence was cut off cleanly as the seat beneath her suddenly stiffened, arching up like a strung bow. She squeaked in surprise at the sudden motion, her face lighting up a rich red when she realized what was going on. But almost as quickly as the thick blush had spread across her cheeks it was almost completely gone, and she relaxed her feline-like grip on the body, giving him a curious look. No fool--and not totally in the dark about dragon lust, if only because of her flit--it didn't take long for her to completely figure things out, and a smooth smirk fell easily onto her lips. "Ah-ha.." She whispered, more to herself than anyone else, and narrowed her eyes, a keen look flickering into them.

That look disappeared when she felt the fingers at her waist dig in, and she gave a soft grunt of pain, annoyed for a moment at would definitely bruise. But before she could get truly angry, she found her attention diverted to him, and she had to swallow back the sudden surge that climbed down her spine like wildfire. Physically she swallowed again, her pupils dilating noticeably as her eyes wandered from his stressed face to his slightly-heaving chest. Almost without thinking she reached forwards, resting her palms on his chest, and a subtle shudder ran through her, almost as though she could feel the arousal through him.

Intrigued--her lips parted and her own brows knitted--she curled her toes and ran her hands down his chest slowly, only to have him arch up powerfully beneath her. She let out a quick gasp--surprised and heated by the action--and without warning her hands took a grip of his shirt and she leaned down, her lips less than an inch from H'loric's. Shivering slightly with a mixture of hormonal want and a knowing head, she stayed right where she was until he collapsed, and she fell right with him, feeling quite easily what the "attack" had left.

"So dragon lust is something not to worry about, huh?" Javyk breathed, barely an inch away from his face, "Yeah. Seems like...it could be..." She paused, as though thinking, and suddenly ground her hips forwards, against his, "..interesting."

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Now it's gone,
Can we start again, start anew,
Will it follow us back down,
Can they go through life without a frown, oh no.

Nikianeth's flight put Kalith on edge, but the Queen felt no urge to compete. That urge was satiated, and she kept her peace, not interfering with the lesser female. Several days after her flight, a slight bulge of a belly, the quick beginnings of a healthy clutch of eggs growing in her, could be faintly seen. Sleeping, eating, and lurking about were her new interests, rather than running others off perches and snapping and snarling. Before the orange took off, she kept her solace, though she watched with interest from her weyr, the arrival of an iron. He was not Detritath or Embraeth. A protective urge was prodded in her, the urge to defend home. The renegades had an iron. Her lips curled back. However, her rider assured her that it was alright. They were getting in a transfer iron and his rider, from Southern, who was the old Weyrwoman's son.

Fajra had fully intended to greet the pair shortly, given that a Kingrider deserved such a welcome, when she'd soothed Kalith. She'd been wrapping up a set of reports, a part of her never ending pile of work. However, by the time she had that finished, Nikianeth was in the air. It delayed her, settling her gravid Queen to this change in circumstances. That, and the fact a certain young bronze who wasn't supposed to be old enough to chase appeared to be trying his hand, though there wasn't anything she could do about it. It was too late to ground Valleth, though his choice was suggesting such an action might become necessary in the future. He couldn't go trying to fly every other dragon that flew. He'd probably kill himself and someone would end up not happy about it. Shaking her head, she turned away from the dragons in the sky.

Giving Kalith a pat on her neck, she swung herself up onto the copper's shoulders. Still more than capable of flight without harm, the Queen slipped out of her weyr and descended upon the new transfer's new home. However, the iron, Jrenrienth, appeared to have gone. He hadn't been in the flight, and his rider appeared to still be in the weyr, so he must have been avoiding it and gone off elsewhere. She alighted on the ledge of the weyr quietly, claws just ghosting against the stone. She eyed the mostly empty space within as Fajra dismounted. I'm bored; she informed her rider. She had no part with which to talk to for their greeting, which left her with nothing to do. That meant she was bored and a tinge put off. She huffed. Of course, this got nothing from Fajra, who did not indulge the finicky tendencies of her temperamental Queen often.

With long, purposeful strides, the Weyrwoman made for the personal area of the weyr. All she did was poke her head, crowned and framed in bright red hair, through the threshold. She really didn't need to go any farther. The man who she was assuming was the new ironrider, H'loric, because she didn't recognize him, was on the bed without his shirt on with a girl she recognize to be one of the candidates though she hadn't a clue of her name and their faces were very close together. She stared for a moment. Then she blinked and let out a very small sigh. Her brain could have thought of possible reasons for the situation that didn't involve things that would make her life hard, but she didn't even bother. "I need to speak with you. Both of you, apparently;" she said. Then she pulled back, going to stand away from them and nearer Kalith.

The copper looked to be quite intrigued, her posture having become more alert. She sat with her legs tucked close together, back and neck arched to peer down and around. I'm not bored anymore; Kalith cheerfully informed her rider. The Weyrwoman shot her dragon a calmly irritated look. She let nothing slip, nothing fall, nothing break. She could handle this situation perfectly fine. She simply wasn't going to like it. Of course, Kalith didn't care what her rider liked, though she wasn't infinitely pleased at the idea of one of the candidates for her future children was apart of the situation. The ironrider? She decided that she quite liked him, as long as he stayed away from her candidates for a while. They were hers, and she didn't know his dragon yet. Letting out another slight sigh of air, Fajra sank her weight back on her heels, posture firm.

And now I save the world,
And its all I can believe,
Smiles stand still on your face,
But it's not too late for me.

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Javyk was silent as the other explained his moves, but she watched with near studiousness as he squirmed out of his jacket, and lifted his shirt. Without missing a beat her hands were there, blocking his way of lowering the shirt. She met his eyes stubbornly, her warm stare as black as night as, with a blank expression, she ran her fingers up his stomach and chest, pushing his shirt until it was beneath his arms and out of her way before--as though annoyed with it--ripping it off entirely. Curiously, she sat up and away from him, her eyes wandering lustily over the black inked skin. She drummed her fingers on their place down on his hips, and she glanced up to meet his eyes once before reaching out placing her finger on one of the top tattoos, tracing it and every spike off of it until she found pants in her way.

She seemed about to fix that problem when again she glanced up, and her other hand traced the opposite side right back up, diverting to run along his collarbone with the nail just barely touching flesh. "These marks..." She mumbled, barely more than a whisper, "...they're beautiful."

The girl said no more on the matter, although she took a few long moments to stare, just raking her eyes up and down them with a near-predatory stare. But then the time to look was over, and she leaned down, pressing her lips to one of the "eyes" on his ribs. She kissed upwards with quick, wet urgency, leaving a small trail of slick skin in her wake, and opened her mouth to lick a small, tight circle just around the nipple. Eyes flashing with mischief she glanced up at him and straightened, returning to where she had been previously lurking just in time to get licked in turn. Smirking, she lifted a brow cleanly, and squirmed a bit on his hips. "Probably...." She agreed easily, and tilted her head just so slightly, her eyes wandering between his and his lips.

She had just leant down a shade further--her eyes partially closed as though she were quite content with the kiss she had planned--but froze at the sound of a newcomer. For an instant she stayed planted where she was, rolling her eyes to the corners of their sockets to mark down who it was. Irritation bloomed there like a blood-soaked flower, and a harsh glare faded into her stare, only to be brushed away cleanly as she snapped herself back into place and grinned.

"Well hi there, bosslady!" She chirped, sitting up--sharply grinding down into his problem on vengeful purpose--with a spastic wave in the duo's general direction. "I don't think I very much want to talk right now, thank you. In fact--!" She tilted her head, eyes wide as though in shocked surprise, "I think I hear Bodie sounding the alarm. Generals, to your stations!" With the speed of a rocket powered dragon she was up and off the bed, dancing nimbly to the side. A cheerful wave to H'loric--alongside a well-disguised and mouthed 'I'll find you later like it or not', she slunk out of the weyr, taking to fleeing for her life about half way free. She'd get hell for it later, but for now! HAHAHAHA!

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It goes over and over,
The same old lines,
And, this, is my brain,
It's torturous analytical thoughts.

Fajra let the candidate flee, watching with mild interest and no clear reaction as the girl rattled out something crazy and raced off. Candidates came in all sorts and types. They would be greenriders, blackriders, purpleriders, blueriders, bronzeriders, whiteriders, pinkriders, goldriders, riders of every color of dragon with every imaginable personality. She wasn't concerned. She would simply mention the matter to Savrent and S'rial, and nothing would probably happen that would get it through the odd individual's head. She would make a special mention of it. Candidates fell easily under the responsibility of the Weyrwoman. However, she wasn't stressed by the matter. A tad put off? Yes, but not stressed. If the girl happened to Impress a dragon, she believed it likely that something might end up clicking in the girl's brain. It was quite a wonderful system, how it all worked out with riders and dragons. It had flaws. Her thoughts turned towards the renegade riders. They put a real stress on her life. Errant candidates were a part of the life she led, a willing Weyrwoman. Brownriders with unknown plans to got errant Lord Holders Impressed and orangeriders with unknown backgrounds and random riders running about her continent causing general havoc? She let out a new, little sigh. She had many things to get done and many important concerns.

With a patience that was only lacking in the fact she disliked standing around, Fajra paced a few steps near Kalith as she waited for H'loric to emerge to her presence. Into Kalith's presence, for the Queen was quite intently waiting, like a very relaxed feline about to pounce. The copper immediately fixed her eyes upon the ironrider as he appeared, and Fajra turned to look upon the newest addition to their Weyr. Not a single emotion flickered in her coolly controlled expression as she gazed upon his attractive physique or marked flesh. She sized him up, but only noted that he stood proudly and solidly before her. She wasn't impressed by him. She wasn't appreciative. Being Weyrwoman had its perks. If she'd stayed at Bay, she would have had her pick of a few shiny, attractive bronzeriders and ironriders. However, she hadn't. Her strongest connection was to Dalibor, her Weyr. Anyway, she had her son to raise, and O'sho with which to deal. O'sho, who looked nothing like H'loric, ranked far above in her priorities and interests.

Kalith eyed the man with a piercing interest. She already found his actions fetching, and his respect towards her only put him deeper into her favor. She picked enemies and friends quickly, though they weren't liable to be kept the same always either. She remained the Queen though, tossing her head back slightly, stretching out her long neck, at the acknowledgment of the not present iron deciding to take part. An edge flickered, tempered but alive under the presence of Nikianeth's flight, in the mighty force of the healthily, only slightly gravid copper. Who was this iron to speak so, to have his rider apologize to her? However, her rider reached out a hand, gracing finger across her brilliant hide, calmly alive blue eyes not leaving H'loric. She was satiated with that, and the nice ironrider's apology and explanation. She settled back, letting out a slow breath of air through her nose. "We were busy, yes, but it seemed proper to come and meet you;" Fajra said. Her voice was hard to read. There might have been a meaning wrapped up in her words, subtle inflections towards her opinions of what she had seen, but it was kept in check. "Jrenrieth may do as he pleases, so long as he might take into consideration the information that Kalith has mauled two of her suitors in the past. One of them was a renegade, and one of them is Shoth, who had previously incurred her wrath;" she told him, both of them. She made no effort to explain or justify the actions of her dragon. She simply detailed them, providing information and giving warning for the copper, who stretched slightly. She, unnecessarily, flashed a bit of her sharp teeth at H'loric.

"Now, please refrain from engaging in intimacy with candidates. Flights don't excuse behaviors, especially when your dragon isn't even choosing to pursue or be in attendance. Candidates have other tasks with which they can occupy themselves. You will have other duties to perform, once you're settled into Dalibor. A pregnant candidate can't stand." She spoke with words that left no questions, even with thoughts clipped off, jumping suddenly into the scolding with only the slightest pause. It wasn't so much a scolding, as marching orders, though she made no order of it. She made no threats. She simply stated what she needed, what was asked, what was right. Her right was so simple. She wasn't one to ask for things. Her youth, as she was only in her early twenties still, faded away behind a wall of authority, posture tall and strong.

However, at the end f her words, no judgment or inclination was offered. She laid no blame. She didn't yell. She paused, remaining exactly as she was, briefly thinking. Then she turned, expecting nothing else. "Welcome to Dalibor." There. Something flickered across her face. Perhaps the slight half roll of an eye, a slight shake of her head. It was her only reaction to what she had seen, besides laying down the law of the land. It marked her opinion of him slightly towards childish, but that he would do. It was something, and a Daliborian rider he would be, no punishment on his shoulders or threats of such bestowed upon him. She would simply recall that, while capable in all fields that mattered to her, he had faults. No matter the almost invisible, impossible to pinpoint flicker, she left quickly, vaulting up onto a crouching Kalith with ease and grace, youth returning to her strong body. With one more toss of her head, the copper launched herself from the new iron's weyr, and rose into the bowl. She flexed her body, the outline of her small belly shifting, a last bit of showing off, and flicked her tail in the air. Entirely unnecessary in your state; Fajra commented from where she easily perched at her shoulders. The Queen let loose a loud bugle in response. She didn't care! She was enjoying herself. She liked the new editions, in her finicky way.

And I hope everything's gonna be alright,
This is my face,
I've got a thousand opinions,
And not the time to explain.