Into the Ocean {Kyril}

[Birdy]

{While this starts in the barracks it shall lead to the lake!}




“Booooored. Boooored…I’m so booooorrreed!” Paralee complained, staring up at the ceiling. Things looked funny when they were upside down. But of course she couldn’t just flip everything upside, she’d tried. The weyrling had been hanging off the bed, staring at the shelves and other objects in the room. This had entertained her for a good deal of time, especially when Tomarth had woken up and joined her on the bed, also enjoying the upside downness of their room. But of course, everything got old after a while so now the two of them were just lying on the floor (Paralee figured the bed couldn’t last too long with a dragonet on it) and doing…well they were doing nothing!

Paralee flipped onto her stomach, staring Tomarth in the eyes. The blue stared back, eyes whirling peaceful blues and greens with a hint of restless yellow in their depths. So he was bored to! “Well what are we going to do now?” Paralee said with a sigh, resting her head on her hands. The blue mimicked her sigh, stretching his wings. It looked quite strange as the blue was still on his back. Paraleemine… the blue began, blinking lazily. “Hm?” I itch… Paralee propped herself up with an elbow, “Well that’s something we could do I guess…” she said thoughtfully, looking around the room for the oil. After a few moments of less than careful searching she concluded that she must have lost it. “Well,” she began, quickly getting to her feet and stretching. “We’ll just have to get some huh? Maybe Remiel has it!” R’miel Mine, Tomarth reminded her, rolling across the floor until he was right side up. “Yeah, Remiel,” Paralee agreed. “He’s got that HUUGE Ooomy Purple dragon so he must have loads of oil! Poor guy, that’s why I’m so happy you’re a blue my lovely Tomtom. If you were any bigger I’d have to pace myself by oiling different part of you at different times of the day. Yep. But you’ll get bigger huh? Oh Faranth I’m going to have to make a schedule!” Paralee said bringing her fist down into her hand. “I’ve got it! I’ll oil your head and neck in the morning. Then I’ll do your legs and chest area during lunch. Your butt and your tail will have to be done around dinner. Sound alright?” Paralee said thoughtfully leaning against the doorframe. What about my wings Paraleemine. I have wings too. the blue said, stretching his wings for emphasis. “That you do my dearest Tommsie,” she agreed, looking his wings over carefully. “I’ll just do them in between.”

With this discussion finished the pair headed down the hallway towards R’miel’s room. She knocked on the door, hoping that the young Purplerider was already awake on this pretty morning. If not… “Good moooorning Remiel!” Paralee sang loudly, with Tomarth adding in a soft bugle for effect. “My precious beloved dragon is itching Remiel and you have oil! I know you do! That dragon of yours is gonna be as big as a house so you’ve probably started stocking up right? Think you could spare a jar for my tiny blue???” I’m not tiny! Tomarth said quickly with a strained warble. “I mean, can you spare some oil for my moderately sized blue?”

[kyrillion]

"Come on, Oomieth!"
I will not.[/color]
"It's just a fun, harmless little prank." His rider insisted, reverting to speaking out loud in an attempt to win the purple over.
It might hurt someone's feelings![/color] The purple retorted balefully, eyes whirling with unease. He didn't like denying his rider anything, but R'miel's definition of fun was far removed from his own, and he didn't want any part of this 'pranking' business. It just didn't seem very fun to him at all - for the prank-ees, especially. His had such a strange sense of humor! At that, R'miel's mouth opened, and he was fully prepared to continue the debate (he was confident he could out-argue, or at least outlast, the dragon) when he was interrupted by a knock at the door. And before he could respond to that, the door was flying open and his favorite bluepair were waltzing in. His vaguely-frustrated expression transformed into a broad smile, and Oomieth looked distinctly pleased - about both the distraction and the arrival of his friends.

"Paralee!" The boy greeted, trying to match her enthusiasm. He couldn't quite pull it off; she was a ball of energy and he always went to such efforts to be casual, but his grin was genuine. "And Tomarth! Good morning." She launched right in to the reason for her visit (as if she needed a reason), and R'miel found himself chuckling at the back-and-forth between dragon and rider. At least he and Oomieth weren't the only ones that bickered, although he had a sneaking suspicion that they did it just a bit more often than Paralee and Tomarth. He and Oomieth were worlds apart in some ways; he still hadn't managed to break him of his silly habit of checking up on Feeroneth.

He's not silly.[/color] The purple privately returned, eying His earnestly. Well, not usually.[/color] And with that he turned to Tomarth, eyes taking on a cheerful blue and argument forgotten, his tail flicking up in a little dragon-wave, just as it had at the Hatching so long ago. Hello, Tomarth! I think you'll be a very good size for a blue.[/color] He offered sincerely; not to suck-up, but in an effort to try and cheer the blue up. The purple didn't realize the quarrel between Tomarth and his rider was all in good fun; he was very worried that his blue clutchmate might actually have been upset by being called 'tiny'. R'miel only rolled his eyes a bit, and turned his attention to Paralee.

"Sure. I haven't started hoarding the stuff just yet, but I'm sure I have an extra jar around here somewhere... Oomieth could use a good scrub, too, come to think of it. And it's not like we have anything better to do - he's refused to help me set up a little prank I had planned..." He eyed the purple with a mock-glare, but Oomieth was too wrapped up in talking to Tomarth to notice. Shrugging, the boy shot Paralee a grin, which out of habit was as charming as could be, before he sidled over to the other side of the room to fetch some oil. He re-emerged a moment later, two jars in hand, and offered one to her. "Shall we?" He held the door open for her, letting her precede him into the hallway, before turning back to round up the dragons.

"You coming or what, Oomieth?" The purple, who hadn't been paying the least bit of attention to the human's conversation, started and blinked up at him in surprise. Am I...? Oh! Yes, yes I would very much like to come. Where are we going?[/color] He hurried over to His, ambling somewhat awkwardly on his short dragon legs, and R'miel idly wondered how much longer it would be before he was flying. You're still growing like crazy, and I haven't oiled you today. R'miel explained absently, moving to follow Paralee out towards the lake, while Oomieth fell into step behind them. Oh! Excellent. Thank you, RemyMine.[/color] R'miel, however, was already focused on Paralee again - what with lessons and chores and Oomieth to take care of, there'd been little time to spend with friends lately, and he was desperate for some good company. Not that Oomieth wasn't good company, but it was... inherently different. Their relationship was very different than any regular friendship; Oomieth was like an extension of himself, a mellower alter-ego; someone who was always there no matter what. Which was a good thing, of course, but they nevertheless had both been looking forward to a chance to hang out with some friends. "So what've you been up to? Been stuck with any chores in the kitchens lately? I have - I think those crazy ladies must like me, or something. Or maybe they're planning on using me to help take over the Weyr..." He rambled darkly, his tone contrasting sharply with the almost goofy smile on his face. Ah, the melodrama. He'd missed it.

Oomieth, on the other hand, was sticking by Tomarth. Humans were odd creatures, and it was nice to have another dragon for company. How have you and Yours been, Tomarth? I think at our last lesson I heard that we will be flying soon![/color] The purple sounded quite excited, if rather nervous; it seemed like the Hatching hadn't been so long ago, and already their first flights were approaching. And then their first flights with their humans would be right around the corner! I think I am more scared than Mine is. He wants to fly very badly, but I'm not sure I do. Not with Him. I don't want to drop him.[/color] He confided to the blue, head lowered conspiratorially, as he slowed to let the humans gain some distance on them. It was a nice day out; a bit chilly, but bright and sunny. Spring seemed to be right around the corner, and it fit well with Oomieth's typically bright mood.
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[Birdy]

It seemed that the purple pair had in fact been awake. That made her life soo much easier. She didn’t have to spend the extra time trying to wake up the boy. She didn’t know what it was about being a weyrling but they were always tired! Herself included of course, though she did have more than her fair share of energy this fine morning. “Remiel,” she replied in her normal excited tone. “And hellooo to you to Oomie,” she added with a grin at the purple.

Tomarth looked around the room from his spot at Paralee’s side. He spied Oomieth’s wave out of the corner of his eyes and tilted his head as he focused on the purple, returning his tail wave. Thank you, Oomieth, you’ll be a big purple too you know. Both you and Feeroneth, he said with a nod, eyes whirling happily. He wasn’t sure why he had been complimented by the Purple but he was sure Oomieth had had a good reason.

“That is a good idea, I really like the lake, specially today. It looks like it’ll be warm. Then we won’t freeze!” she chirped excitedly. She giggled at his grin and plucked the jar of oil from Remiels hand. “Thaaaank yoooou,” she chirped. See, she said, shaking that jar in front of Tomarth’s face. I knew he’d have some! “We shall! To the lake!” she said like a battle cry, turning on her heel and heading down the hallway with the boys in tow. Tomarth stayed near Oomieth but kept an eye on Paralee as they walked.

“The kitchen? Oh once or twice. They don’t seem to like me much. Probably cause they think I’ll steal you away from them and ruin their evil plan. But of course we both now that’ll never happen,” she replied with an equally goofy grin. “Maybe next time we’ll be on kitchen duty together, that’d be fun!”

We have been good yes, very good. Flying? Really? Tomarth felt quite small compared to Oomieth but was glad to have another dragon for company. And flying? Well that was exciting! He was looking forward to flying with His, and she seemed to be too. [0047ab] Scared? But you are meant to fly Oomieth. I don’t think you will drop him. You can practice flying without him before,[/color] the blue said encouragingly.
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[kyrillion]

R'miel nodded his heartfelt agreement to Paralee's sentiments about the lake; it had always been one of his favorite places in the Weyr, both here at Dalibor and back at Ista. He was an active sort - athletically built, lean - and consequently he usually preferred to spend as much time outdoors as possible as opposed to being cooped up in the halls or the Weyrling's barracks. And now that the weather was finally getting warmer, with spring just around the corner, he wouldn't have to risk snow or icy-cold winds to get some fresh air, and it was about sharding time, too. Hands in his pockets and his expression fixed into one of those suave smiles, he glanced side-long at her. "Great, isn't it? Just wait 'til it's warm enough to swim. And hey, once the dragons are flying, maybe we can even get out of the Weyr for once! Go... oh, I dunno. Anywhere. It'd just be nice to have a change of scenery, ya know?"

And speaking of change, once the group made it out into the bowl he was pleasantly surprised to discover that it was actually sunny out. And not just measly-weak-winter-sun-with-cloud-cover, but full-on sunshine; and warm, too, like Paralee had thought it would be. Throwing his hands up in exaltation - again with the melodrama, but he just couldn't help himself - he chuckled jovially and even gave a fist-pump for good measure. "Check this out! Hah! I thought winter was never gonna end. You know, back at Ista, it never really got cold. I mean, sure, we were far north enough that we had all four seasons. But our winters were... well, like this." He gestured at the sunshine and nice, pleasantly mellow breeze. "The whole time, practically. After all these years, that's one thing I never got used to. How it gets all miserable and snowy and cold down here." He grimaced and hunched his shoulders, scowling up at the sky as though he were convinced it was about to start snowing on the spot just to spite him. He wouldn't have been surprised; his world had a way of being beautifully, infuriatingly ironic just as often as it possibly could.

As Oomieth trailed after the humans, his hide was transformed from a dull, murky purple to bright, pleasant amethyst in the direct sunshine. He didn't have any distinct markings, like Tomarth and many of his other siblings had had, and when he was indoors or in the shade he tended to fade pretty easily into the background; his purple was a shade too dark to stand out in the same way that Kerath, Doppelith, and even Feeroneth did. Out here, however, with hardly a cloud in the sky, his color seemed much deeper, much more rich than usual; and though he certainly didn't notice it, his human, glancing briefly back to check on how the dragons were doing, did. The weyrling's expression transformed into a satisfied, almost proud grin for a split second. Sure, he could get frustrated with Oomieth, sometimes; the way he saw it, the purple just didn't have the guts to do anything really fun with him (while in reality he was just too mellow to get into the whole pranking, clever, risk-taking thing that His considered fun). Nevertheless, the boy held his purple in much higher regard than usually he let on. At Kalith's Hatching all those sevendays ago, his first thoughts in regard to Impression had been to berate himself for the silly hopes he'd harbored of Impressing a king. Oomieth was way better than any bronze or iron, of that he was quite confident, though he tried to keep that affection under wraps as much as possible. He was a guy, after all, and it just wasn't very manly to be too affectionate, was it? Better to bicker and tease; especially since Oomieth didn't usually have trouble picking up on the undercurrent of fondness, and never took offense.

The purple, on the other hand, was privately every bit as amused by R'miel as R'miel was by him. For the moment, though, he was mostly trying to tune Remy's thoughts out in favor of his conversation with Tomarth. He was still a bit leery at the prospect of flying with His, and glad to have a confidant with whom to share his worries. The blue made some very good points, however, and Oomieth much appreciated the vote of confidence. I don't think you will drop him. You can practice flying without him, before... Eyes churning a more cheerful blue, the purple straightened up and nodded enthusiastically, resolved to do just that. I can! That is a very good idea, Tomarth, thank you. Maybe we could practice together, some time, if you wanted. We could invite some of the other weyrlings, too![/color] Oomieth's voice, though calm as ever, held an undercurrent of excitement, now that he had something definite to look forward too. He hoped Tomarth wouldn't mind practicing with him; the blue, smaller though he was, seemed to be more confident than the purple.

And, on the subject of grand ironies in R'miel's universe, the boy was gradually coming to realize that while he always went to such lengths to be cool, and casual, his dragon seemed to pull it off like it was second nature. Granted, Remy wasn't so much into the whole mellow thing. No way he was ever gonna let people walk all over him, - or Oomieth, for that matter, as much as the purple probably wouldn't have minded. He supposed he would have to keep an eye on that, in the future; he couldn't have anyone taking advantage of his too-accommodating purple, now could he? He supposed he would have to be the tough one, out of the two of them, which suited the boy just fine. But nevermind that - his conversation with Paralee had drifted back to the kitchens, and his wild speculations about political intrigue and sinister, underground plots propagated by the staff. He loved that he had found someone who was content to play along with his more ridiculous tangents and stories.

"Probably cause they think I’ll steal you away from them and ruin their evil plan. But of course we both know that’ll never happen."
"I must admit, I'm disappointed. I thought for sure they were devious enough to realize that they could accomplish so much more of they recruited both of us. I'd play along. We could tear this place up." He answered with a wistful smile; oh, all those crazy things he and the other weyrbats had gotten into back at the old Weyr...
Oomieth, who had caught this last turn in the humans' conversation, felt it was about time he spoke up.
That doesn't sound like a very good thing, RemyMine...[/color] He interjected, an almost scolding tone creeping into his mindvoice as he glanced dubiously up at the humans. It did absolutely nothing to extinguish the mischievous glint in R'miel's eyes.
Oh, it would be. Trust me.
A weary but good-natured dragon sigh answered him, followed by: If you say so, Mine.[/color] The glance he sent Tomarth, however, was quite amused; the draconic equivalent of an eye-roll.

A moment later, and they had reached the shores of the lake. Stripping off his shoes and rolling up his sleeves, the weyrling tossed the oil jar into a clump of grass nearby before wading into the water, salts and rag in hand - no farther than knee-deep, because though it might have been warm outside, the lake was absolutely icy. Hissing at the sudden change in temperature, he turned and beckoned the purple over urgently. "Hurry up, you! The sooner I give you a bath, the sooner I can get out of here and get you oiled. Come [/i]on! The purple, with an amused trill, ambled obediently over and waded into the water. He was big enough, now, that the temperature hardly affected him the way it did his rider, and he was quite content to wade around a bit, while his rider hurriedly began to splash water and salts over him, scrubbing furiously along his neck and back with the rag. "Don't you even think about looking like you're enjoying this. My feet are already numb!" He admonished, eyebrows furrowing in mock-seriousness, though the affect was completely ruined by the broad grin that he just couldn't fight down.[/size]

[Birdy]

“I agree, anything is better than these boring stone walls all the time. Bleh! They’re so repetitive. We should get them to hang decorations or something…” Paralee said quickly as they were leaving the barracks. It was a miracle. Sun! She jumped up and down “Yes! It’s so warm!” Paralee squealed, hugging R’miel in her excitement. “I so excited to go swimming now! Before I was thinking it might be too cold to actually enjoy but Pern has proved me wrong,” she nodded in approval with a glance at Tomarth who was staring around at weather happily.

“I’ve never actually been to Ista you know? I spent my whole life in the Southern Continent with my family and..various others,” she grinned deviously for a moment but it was quickly replaced with a genuinely happy smile. “That’s where we should go! Ista! I mean once Tommsies and Oomie can fly and /between/ we can go almost anywhere right? Oh that’ll be soooo much fun!” she chirped excitedly, already making plans in her head. First they have a picnic and then play with shipfish in the water…it’d be fantastic.

Tomarth rumbled happily in the warm sun. Even let out a happy. High pitched bugle for effect, which made Paralee giggle. He stretched his wings while Theirs were walking towards the lake, trying to absorb as much sun and warth as he could. It was great! Great great great! I can! That is a very good idea, Tomarth, thank you. Maybe we could practice together, some time, if you wanted. We could invite some of the other weyrlings, too We should. We can invite Feeroneth and Veejarth and Raeterith andeveryone else. It’ll be like a big party. Well, more like a practice, yes, a practice sound better. We can even invite Lebeth and Izkeeyerdath, Tomarth rattled off the names quickly as though he had already planned something of the sort (which he had). He did like talking to the other weyrlings and even the big big dragons when he got a chance, as long as he was with His of course.

Paralee snickered, “Yes it really is a sad day when your evil mastermind kitchen workers don’t live up to your expectations isn’t it? I hate when that happens,” she said dramaticly, shaking her head while trying to keep a serious face. “Well, maybe we can help again and do such a good job they’d have to let me help. Then once we’d gained their trust….WHAM!” she smacked her hadn into her fist for emphasis. “We strike and mess the whole place up! They’d never know what hit them!”

They’d reached the lake so Paralee threw her jar into the pile with R’miel’s and followed the Purplerider in. Expecting warm water to match the outside temperature the brunette dove, clothes and all, headfirst into water. A split second later she broke the surface let out a high pitched squeack at the temperature and clinging, while dripping wet to R’miel. “It’s- it’s” she struggled to find the right words. “It’s freezing!! Get over here Tommyboy! I’m gonna freeze my toes off!” Paralee chirped, waving the blue over. Tomarth eyed the water, His had said it was freezing. That was bad right? Curious, he stuck a foot in and found it bearable. He waded over to Paralee who, in a similar fashion to R’miel, quickly sanded and splashed the blue before giving him a thorough scrubbing.