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| Newtbrain Extraordineer Biadora | Sun Dec 14, 2008 10:02 pm Post #1 |
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Wena182 Skickat: 2008-05-31 19:48 The storm had raged on for days wreaking havoc on the small fish hold. When the winds finally began to abate the fisherman began to emerge from their homes. Pendoryull saw that others were making their way out so he called to his foster father. "Rhtelnim! I think it is safe to go out." 'Safe,' Pendoryull thought, 'That's one way to put it.' Pendoryull pushed on the door only to find that it was stuck. Rhtelnim came up from behind, "Some debris must have blown up against the door." Rhtelnim said motioning to Pendoryull to stand aside. Using his burly fisherman strength he shoved the door open against the debris. "There we are." Rhtelnim said. He went outside and stopped his eyes adjusting to the light. When he saw the damage the storm had caused he sighed. The docks had been snapped and broken like tooth picks. There were some dead fish littering the beach and trees had fallen and the hold itself needed many repairs. Pendoryull took in a deep breath when he saw the destruction of the Hold. "At least all our ships got in in time." He said looking at the small bright side of the situation. He hoped no one had been hurt. Or killed. Which given the severity of the storm was highly likely even though no ships had been out. Pendoryull went to aid some people who were trying to move some debris to clear a path. They worked for awhile when Pendoryull heard pained squeaking. He stopped and looked around. Listening for a moment. Then he heard it again. He walked off towards the news some people shouting after him to be careful. Soon he located the noise. A blue flit was hopelessly tangled in some undergrowth. He couldn't get free and was obviously in pain. Pendoryull approached cautiously reconginizing the flit as a wild. He gently reached in to help the creature and was immediately growled at and scratched at as he tried to untangle the poor little beast. He winced as the blue's claws found his flesh but he didn't stop. He heard someone back from where he was initially working shout. "Leave him, Pen! Save your efforts for someone who actually wants helping." Pednoryull ignored the man and soon he had the flit free. Blood running gently from his scratched up arms. It wasn't the flits fault he was distressed and scared. The blue tried to fly away but his wing wouldn't let him. So Pendoryull grabbed him with a firm grip and stroked his head whispering calmly to him to get him to relax. It took awhile but eventually he stopped struggling and just gave out a hurting little croon. Pendoryull took him back to his home to bandage up the broken wing. The wing wasn't impossibly broken. And the flit should be able to fly again. He ignored the exasperated look of some of the other fisherman at his soft heartedness for a wild flit. Biadora A pale grey firelizard swoops down, perching nearby to with a watchful eye stare at the blue and his captor/saviour. This one was not grey from fatigue, and in fact, held Weyr colour markings on his neck. He also had a messager tube wrapped around one front leg. The teal firelizard eyes the blue for a while, then chitters scoldingly at him, as if chiding him for being silly. The human was only helping after all. Wena182 After Pendoryull saw to the flit he got ready to hed back outside and help his fellow fisherman. He had bandaged the little blue's wing and made him as comfortable as possible in his home. He was so absorbed in his task he didn't notice he was being watched by yet another flit. Hopefully the flit would settle down and not thrash around to much. If all went well the flit should be able to go on his way in a week or so. But if he began thrashing and reinjured himself it would take longer. Flits weren't stupid though quite the contrary. He would quickly figure out that Pendoryull meant no harm. Pendoryull turned around and jumped in surprise seeing the pale grey flit thought. He giggled slightly at his jumpiness. "Hello little guy." Pendoryull said. He wondered what was the matter with the flit if perhaps he knew the blue one but then he noticed the message tied to his leg and his weyr markings. "Do you have a message to deliver?" Biadora The teal gives off a set of pleased noises and flies over to inspect the blue. He thrills at the other, urging the male to calm down, before he lands on the floor and walks up to the human. He gives off a pair of chirps in reply to the boys words, then stands up at his haunches and looks at him. Intently, as if expecting some kind of command or action. Wena182 Pendoryull took the pair of chirps to mean yes. The message was probably for the Lord Holder but Pendoryull could take the message and give it to him when he saw him. With all this chaos it would take the flit ages to locate the zealous Lord Holder. He was probably out admist the tangled wreakage right now hoisting it onto his shoulders and moving it off. Pendoryull smiled at the flit as he sat up on his haunches. 'He's a cutie.' He thought. He went over to the dining table and picked up some left over meatrolls. Then he walked back to the flit and knelt down in front of him. He offered up the meatroll as a sign of friendship and slowly moved to take the message. He was used to exhibiting caution around flits as he often dealt with wilds but this flit was a weyr flit he probably had no qualms about strangers. Biadora The flit peers at the food offering and sniffs it, gives it a lick, but then snubbs it but lowering his head to rub his ridges against the lads fingers instead. Aside from the none-verbal hinting of wanting to get scratched, the teal stays calm, merely eyeing with interest as the boy takes off him the message. As the rolled up message comes out of the tub, he gives off a thrilling triad of noises and leaps up onto Pendoryulls back, walking about there for a few moments before settling done on his shoulder -Rivith was in no hurry of getting back. The message is actually not for the Lord, but for the Healer. It states that Tine would come down when she had time, but if they had any emergencies, and needed medical transport, they should send her a flit message and she would come right away. Wena182 "Not hungry, eh?" Pendoryull said. 'Aw he wants me to pet him,' Pendoryull realized at the flits silent cues. He reached out his fingers and scratched the teal's eyeridges. He almost jumped with surprise when the flit jumped on his back. He was subconsciously waiting to feel sharp claws did into his back. But this teal was no wild. He then settled down on his shoulder. Pendoryull couldn't help but giggle at the feeling of the flits weight and warm hide on his shoulder. "Well you are one demanding gentlemen." Pendoryull said his giggles subsiding. He reached up and stroked his eyeridges again before unfolding the message and reading it. He let out a relieved sigh. Help would be so much appreciated. Especially a healer not that they didn't have their own healer but more than one would surely be needed. "If I guess right little flitter you're in no hurry to get back. We just managed to start clean up so I don't know if there are any pressing injuries as of yet. Shall we go find out?" Biadora The teal arches is long neck about, the colours over his multifacetted eyes swirling faster as he listened to the human speaking to him. Intently he eyes the other, but without answering, only listening. But he doesn't move either, save his tail swinging lightly this way and that to help him keep his balance. He seems resonably relaxed about it all, as relaxed a critter could be after the resent weather. |
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| Wena182 | Fri Jan 30, 2009 5:15 am Post #2 |
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“Let us head out then,” Pendoryull said, still speaking out-loud to the teal colored flit. He motioned the wild blue flit who was beginning to drift off to sleep. “He needs to rest in peace anyway.” His eyes roved over the sleeping blue flit for a minute, looking to make sure that all was still well with his bandages. Then he nodded seeing that all was in order and he began walking towards the door. He opened the door and took a step outside holding the door open for the teal flit to follow him. ‘It will take ages to clear all this debris.’ He thought looking about at the Hold dispiritedly. There would be much work in the next coming months. Much rebuilding. Just then he saw someone scurrying up the path towards their home. It was Rhtelnim. “Pen, come quick. Pykorin and his wife’s roof caved in and they are stuck underneath. They are alive we can hear the calling…Come quick…I don’t even know if all the fisherman will be able to move the debris.” Pendoryull felt his heart clutch painfully. A feeling he had not had in quite some time. Pykorin was Jyajwift’s father. “Wait, father.” Pendoryull said. “Pen, surely you still don’t harbor hard feelings…” “No it’s not that at all!” Pendoryull exclaimed looking surprised that his foster father would even mention it. “A flit was sent from the Weyr saying to send word if we needed assistance.” Pendoryull turned back to the teal flit. “It looks like we do have need of the Weyr’s assistance.” He said to the flit looking worried. He had hoped no one would be seriously hurt. Having a roof cave in on somebody…there would definitely be serious injuries. |
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| Newtbrain Extraordineer Biadora | Sun Feb 8, 2009 6:46 am Post #3 |
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The teal flit tilts his head and looks between the talking humans, as if to try and understand their words. It's eyes begins to swirl with alarmed yellows as he picks up on their feelings of alarm. He lets out a meek chirp as Pendoryull talks to him, but, not understanding the lad, he merely shuffles about without taking off. |
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| Wena182 | Tue Mar 10, 2009 5:46 pm Post #4 |
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The teal flit shuffled around on his feet but did not take off. Pendoryull could tell that the flit did not understand what they were saying but understood the anxious feelings of both the men. “You go on back to the house and do what you can I’m going to run back up to the house and see if this flit will carry a note.” Rhtelnim nodded and took off jogging down the path as Pendoryull jogged up the path back towards the house. He was running fast while motioning for the flit to follow him. He appeared worried and distressed and was sure that the flit would pick up on these feelings and follow. Once back inside the house he hurriedly found a scrap of paper and began writing a hasty note. ‘Need immediate assistance. House caved in…people trapped inside.’ He wrapped up the note and turned to the flit and rolling it up into a note like the one he had carried here. “I need you to take this back to your bonded. To the Weyr.” Pendoryull said hesitantly gentle moving his hands forward to show he wanted to tie the note to his leg. |
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| Newtbrain Extraordineer Biadora | Tue Mar 10, 2009 6:45 pm Post #5 |
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With a confused and worried air about him, the teal firelizard takes into the air again, at first torn between which of the two men to follow. But as Pendoryull begins to becon at him, he chirrups and follows the young man. He circles around Pendoryull as he runs, gliding into the house after him, landing on the back of a chair. But spotting the note the flit chirrup, calming down considerably -he knew how this went. He waits for a bit, then jumps down onto the floor, giving off this and that odd chirrup while, waiting a few seconds between each move, skipping closer up to the lad. When the Weyr is mentioned, the teal flies up and lands onto the table before the young man, giving off an almost cheeky sound, and stretching out his leg, the one that had the message capsule tied to it. As he does so, he mentally broadcasts the image of a young woman with long flowing dark hair -the junior Weyrwoman Indra. |
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| Wena182 | Wed Mar 11, 2009 4:46 am Post #6 |
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Pendoryull looked relieved when the flit seemed to finally understand him. He hurriedly bent over and slipped the message into the capsule. He didn’t know what he would have done if the flit had failed to understand him. Never in his wildest dreams would he have forcibly restrained the creature and put the message on his leg. Then what would have befallen Pykorin and his wife? He shuddered at the thought. No he would not even think on it. He thanked his lucky stars that the Weyr had been thoughtful enough to send a flit down to check and make sure the Hold folk were okay. “Hurry back up to the Weyr, little one.” He said already beginning to walk to the door. He would rush to fallen house to see what aid he might give till a dragonrider came. “And thank you.” He said with a kind and grateful face down to the flit unsure if he understood anything Pendoryull was saying. Then he was out the door and running down the path towards Pykorin’s house. |
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| Newtbrain Extraordineer Biadora | Wed Mar 11, 2009 1:04 pm Post #7 |
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With a chirp the teal takes off after the message is fastened. He circles Pendoryull until they gets outside, when the teal suddenly shoots off into a sharp vector skywards. A little while later he Betweens out of sight. |
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| Wena182 | Sat Mar 21, 2009 5:12 am Post #8 |
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Indra had quickly found riders to send when news reached the Weyr that Flaymot Fishhold was in need of the dragonriders assistance. S’pyke had happened to be walking by Indra when she received the news. She had nearly pounced on him once she read the note and ordered him down to the Hold. So S’pyke found himself in his weyr suiting up. *So there is a house caved in?* *Yes.* S’pyke responded as he began hurriedly strapping up Terratoth. *How many people trapped inside?* *I don’t know.* S’pyke responded biting his lip slightly. *Let’s hurry.* S’pyke walked with Terratoth onto their weyrledge and vaulted onto his back. The next person who had happened by Indra was Zephyr. The blackrider also found herself in her weyr hurriedly getting ready. *We have to go to the Hold.* *Yes. They need our assistance.* *Lifting?* *Most likely. You don’t mind being a beast of burden do you?* Zephyr teased. Niasyth snorted in response. *Bespeak Terratoth, love. They are going with us.* *Terratoth. Mine and I will be accompanying you and Yours to the Hold.* *Alright we are about to leave.* Terratoth responded to Niasyth while relaying that information to S’pyke. *We are ready.* The black responded as she and Zephyr walked out onto their weyrledge. Zephyr mounted and then the pair took off. They were soon joined by S’pyke and Terratoth. Once they reached a reasonable height they went between. Edited by Wena182, Thu May 28, 2009 12:26 am.
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