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| Newtbrain Extraordineer Biadora | Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:12 pm Post #1 |
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-RynatheaDrey- 2005-01-04 01:05 Rynathea laughed as the blue dragon landed. She had never been so excited, nor so awed in all her life...All of sudden three flitts popped into the air beside her. The copperish ember wheeled down and landed on her shoulder. Ryn grinned at her little friends and scratched the ember's head. She smiled happily, then patted the dragon beneath her awkwardly. "...Thank you, Reganth and K'tren. I'll never forget this day." She grinned at the man who had been a friend of her families for turns, before he ever became a dragonrider. K'tren laughed, then helped her down. "No problem, Ryn. I hope you Impress-- it's much better than just one short ride on someone else's dragon." The dragon turned his head around close to them and snorted. He forgets what dragon he rides. Ryn blinked, then laughed uneasily, not quite used to someone else's thoughts in her head. K'tren looked down on her fondly. "I'll see you around-- I have to Search more. I always knew you would make it, you know." He grinned one last time, then jumped back up on Reganth. The dragon leaped up in the air, and Ryn waved as she covered her eyes from the dust stirred by the sweeping wings. Then suddenly the dragon was gone-- having gone between. She sighed, then her gold dragon chirped noisily. A feeling of food suddenly popped into her head. "Don't worry, Trenele... We'll find you something to eat." Trenele chirped again, then landed on her other shoulder. The ember, Kentare, wrapped her tail around Ryn's neck. The khaki Dralener was left in the air, emmitting colorful thoughts of happiness into Ryn's head. Feeling rather alone, despite the flitts, she glanced around the area she was in. Nothing was familiar to her here, so she just started walking, hoping she would find someone that could help. Shinigami It was Fwee to appear first, as the fire-lizard was naturally curious, his slender blue body materializing in midair. Envy was next, because she wouldn't dare to waste a moment of time she might preen in front of others, pink and purple hide flashing brightly with health. And George, of course, was last... he was very shy, after all. The three 'lizards crooned in delight, sweeping over towards the newcomers with inquisitive noises. "Wow, are you a candidate?" exclaimed a sprightly youth, bright brown eyes shining with delight. He was red-haired, most certainly spunky, and quite obviously immature... despite the rank knots on his shoulder that denoted him a full dragonrider. The Turns had done well to toughen the boy, and he was at last beginning to look his age... which was only sixteen, anyway. "I'm A'min, pleased to meet you Miss...?" he jerked out his hand in greeting, carrying himself with absolutely no sense of decorum as he rather impolitely begged her name. Don't scare her, Mimicth warned, the small, brassy-hued dragon landing abruptly behind his rider and blowing a dusty, musky-scented wind over the pair. "Faranth, it feels like forever since we've had fresh meat around here! And don't mind Mimicth-- he's got a passion for shock value." It was you that tried to sneak up on her, Mimicth declared in defiance, but the boy chose to ignore him. -RynatheaDrey- Rynathea took a sharp breath as three flitts suddenly appeared. Dralener gave a frightened chirp and landed on her head, grabbing her shoulder-length brown hair for balance. "Ack-- Dralener..." The other two flitts flapped there wings to balance themselves. So when she finally saw the person who had spoken, she was quite flustered. She blushed. Suddlenly, a wind blew more dust around and she gasped as she realized a dragon had landed. Ryn grinned wholeheartedly. She blinked, taking this all in, then realized the dragonrider had his hand held out. Ryn shook it cautiously. "Ah...Yes... I wanted to be a Candidate... And it's Rynathea--well, Ryn." She smiled sheepishly to the dragonrider. He looked like he was her age, maybe a little younger, but who knew. Ryn gazed in awe at the dragon. "Uh... wow, I guess." Shinigami "Ah...Yes... I wanted to be a Candidate... And it's Rynathea--well, Ryn." A'min shook her arm vigorously, quite pleased as she surrendered her name without a fight, and quite suddenly, released her. "Well met, well met indeed, Ryn-candidate," he grinned, waving his own fire lizards off, and, as he noticed where her real attention was, he half-turned to glance at the dragon himself. "Uh... wow, I guess." "Heh! And Mimicth's only wherry-sized in comparison to Kiyanth, don't you know, and he's the only Mimic dragon here. Well, so far..." he raised an eyebrow at the brass-colored beast, and Mimicth whiffled, bending his head down to better examine the girl as he pointedly disregarded his rider's remarks, his great eye whirling placidly. She is small, Mimicth announced, and A'min stifled a laugh, almost a little rueful that the candidate couldn't hear his dragon's judgement. Clearing his throat, he looked back at Ryn, his hands splayed on his hips in his customary open stance. "I bet that you've got no clue where you're supposed to be headed, do you?" he questioned, and Mimicth arched his neck regally as he settled back on his haunches, pondering if the floor of the Weyrbowl was an acceptable place to sun. -RynatheaDrey- Rynathea smiled. "Well met as well, A'min." She grinned openly. A'min seemed rather sure of himself, and happy, which had become infectious. Ryn laughed, with her caution lessening. "I didn't realize any Mimics were around... I've only heard about them--- well, you, that is." She smiled as she addressed the dragon. With a grin, she bowed to the dragon. "Mimicth-- you are indeed a beautiful dragon." She gave a smile to the dragon. Trenele suddenly launched off her shoulder and circled above her, as she always wanted to be the center of attention. Ryn blinked, as she realized once again just where she was. She rubbed her arm self consciously. "Ahh... I really don't have any idea where to go. I'm really not used to being around other people." She took a sharp intake of breath. "Augh--- it figures, too..." Ryn bit her lip and frowned at the ground. How could she have forgotten her instruments at her home? Biadora ((Hm.. lemme see... Vanja is tunnelsnake hunting, T'ker and T'iem is bound up in the flight, Indra is off to a hold, Milly and I'van is at training.. Tine is off doing healerstuff as usual wich sadly enought leaves Thera :P)) Therana and Kellynth was this day put on watch duty. It was a simple job that the ataz mostly sleept herself though, while her rider indulgded herself with sunbathing -neither took their duty all that seriusly. And Therana would probably not have bothered with coming down from her post at all if it wheren't for the fact that Kellynth had expressed the oppinion that the visiting blue dragon was kinda cute.. So the purple-pink-shifting dragon tuches down besides the golden mimic with the softness of a balley-dancer, and her rider, wearing only a short skirt and a tank top, leaps down off her back, golden mass of hair flying ((think comercial for something)). The ever-beuatiful Therana pouts slightly as she realises that the blue already was leaving and that the arriving person was a girl and not a boy. But, she and the ataz was in a good mood this day, so she greets Rynathea with a perfect smile. -RynatheaDrey- ((ahhahaha.... :D )) Rynathea looked up as she realized another dragon was joining them here. When the golden-haired dragonriders jumped down from her dragon, Ryn quickly brushed down her blouse, feeling rather insignificant. She smiled faintly in return, also feeling self-concious. "Hello.... I'm Rynathea Drey. I'm to become a Candidate..." She gulped, a little less comfortable around this dragonrider than she had been with A'min. ((btw, you'll probably read it anyways, but I replied on your other post on the general board :D)) Biadora The woman nods regaly while looking her over. "Greetings" she notes, pleasantly for the time being, "I am Therana, rider of ataz Kellynth and oldest daughter of teh Lord Holder of Bitra. I am sure you have heard of me" (she notes in a very matter of fact kind of voice). Shinigami A'min grinned as Mimicth acknowledged Ryn's compliment with an extremely immodest stretch, showing that along with maturity, he had indeed become much more sleek and... perhaps admirable in appearance than he had been as a baby-fat-plagued weyrling. The boy was about to answer her with the offer to show her the candidate barracks when Kellynth and Therana made their entrance... and his pleasant, welcoming expression turned to something a little less than completely serious, his smile becoming even more crooked. As Therana swung down to the ground, he took a step back, and made gestures both imitating and mocking her speech as she introduced herself, not even noting his presence at all. The intent of his mockery might've been to reassure Ryn... but an opportunity to make fun of any particularly pompous dragonrider was unlikely to be ignored by someone with his... ah... energy. -RynatheaDrey- Ryn started to giggle when she saw what A'min was doing, but changed it half way through to clearing her throat and nodding with an entirely serious expression. It was slightly annoying to be greeted in this way by the lady dragonrider, but she continued to listen nonetheless. "Therana... I don't recall that the Lord Holder of Bitra having a daughter-- I'm sorry, I must have not paid enough attention to it." She said this with all sincerity, and no contempt in her voice. Biadora Theranas eyes blazes and she snorts, her 'pleasant' mood gone. "My father has seven children, three of us girls, but I guess one shouldn't trust a holder-lolly to be aware of such things" she remarks acidly. "Now, if you think this weyr is Ever going to accept someone like you as a candidate.." Her eyes measures Ryn up, clearly indicating that she didn't measure up to Theras expectations. Therana snorts. It is one of those high-people-sneers, one that is only there to make you feel lesser. "The weyrlingmistress is ill. This brat can show you to the candidatesbarracs and then you are supposed to report to one of the queenriders" Turning away and heading off with her shimmering dragon walking besides her, Thera can be heard muttering -"Threadchow.. How, my dear?, does people like that ever get choosed to stand?" ((He he.. ack, people would get much nicer receptions is Gwen had time to reactive her char. *sigh*)) Shinigami A'min bristled at each of Therana's remarks in turn, though he was nearly provoked to attack her when she referred to him as a brat. Mimicth, eyes whirling with displeasure despite his interest in the Ataz, made no movement, but three furious fire-lizards gyrated midair out of agitation. Then, as quickly as the rage had come upon him, it dispersed, and he made a rude gesture at Therana's back as the woman departed. Looking quickly back at Ryn, he smiled reassuringly. "You shouldn't worry about that one. She was born under the Red Star," he made a face, and quickly moved on. "Anyway, I can show you around, and the barracks, of course... and not just because she said I would, to set the record straight," A'min nodded sharply, and Mimicth snorted. "Let's get you settled in, huh? Then the real fun begins. Chores, chores, and more chores!" he cackled, gesturing for her to follow him. -RynatheaDrey- Supressing an urge to go and kick the rear of the departing dragonrider, Ryn sighed. "Ah... I'd like to look around-- I haven't been here since K'tren Impressed... and all my memory of this place has left me..." She grinned, then began to follow A'min. "I just hope I'm able to Impress-- what kind of clutch is on the sands now? I don't know much about dragon life, really. All I know is my father's trade and music." Shinigami "Hmmm..." A'min tilted his head back to gaze upwards, walking past Mimicth as he pondered. The brassy dragon launched himself skyward at an unspoken command, flicking off to a distant weyr ledge with a final flash of his gleaming eyes. "I don't think that there's a clutch on the sands now, but there are some eggers getting ready to fly, if y'know what I mean," he grinned over his shoulder at Ryn. "You'll be here long enough to get used to Weyr life... it's different from being in a Hold or Hall, of course, but with all the stuff they give you to do, you'll be sure to be getting the layout and the faces down waaaay before any Hatching," A'min assured her. "Well, the important ones at least," he added after a second's reflection. Now, where to take her? If he kept her too long, he might get Threaded by the queenrider she was supposed to be seeing... but.... Weyrgirl ((Ooc: Multi-tasking! Sonya is now going to be in two places at once, hopefully unnoticed and unreprimanded.)) A darkness lingered in the pockets of the Weyrbowl where the countours of the rock had steadfastly refused to divulge their secrets, holding stubborn to their irregularity even as the builders sought to smooth them. It was a liquid darkness, pooling in an ebon cascade, wrapping in its concealing shroud the form crouched nimbly deep within one of those crevices. The smallest of movements, black on black, may have betrayed her to an astute watcher, but the two holding council were blocked by another rebellious fold in the intractable rock, and so, in the vastness of the Weyrbowl and the darkness of her concealment. But the gentle lilt of voices proved an irrisistable lure. After long moments of agony as she resisted their pull, they began to dwindle, as though the speakers had grown less frenzied. Or if, unthinkably, they had begun to move, taking with them the temptation, but at the same time magnifying it, until curiosity grew from a mere tentative itch into a magnetic tug, painfully pulling, ravenously gnawing, until for the sake of her own sanity she was forced, fluid and agile, to her feet, brushing away the darkness like a tangible thing, a clinging dust. Out of the shadows, the light falling gently across her revealed a figure of understated elegance, clad in the dark of riding leathers. Glinting eyes, chipped from a twilight sky, hinted at depthless contempt and impassioned disinterest, ruthlessly contradicting her true thoughts. The remainder of her wan visage maintained that continuity, that rebellion, a mask carved from pallid moonlight stark against the ebon darkness of her hair. The Icemaiden, her fellows had termed her, out of her hearing and knowledge, but not straying far from the truth. With a carelessly graceful stride, she crossed the dark rock, soft boots ghosting over the rough surface as though denying it the satisfaction of an echoe. The voices were clear now, resounding in air barely stirred by her passage. "...the important ones at least," stated the brazen tones of an unrecognized voice, causing the slightest wince, the almost imperceptible furrowing of arched ebon brows in something akin to a scowl, as if this were a statement of blasphemy against the former silence of the Weyrbowl. The speaker was a man - no, a boy, by his leggy build and insolent expression. Avid brown eyes peered out of a dark face, apparently pinned upon the second intruder, a more feminine figure with a cascade of dark hair, placed at an angle obscuring the remainder of her features. Carful scrutinization ensued, twilight eyes weighing in an instant the pair, weighing and finding them wanting, for the downward tilt of her thin lips did not twitch, the tilt of her chin still conveying the arrogance of one so sure in themselves it had become ingrained in their very appearence. It was a mask, only she knew, the result of so many eons of imitation and careful cultivation, layer upon layer of subtle ploy that had been so long adopted it was nearly the truth, the shell that immutably sculpted its contents. Almost; it fell short of the mark, and she still had her doubts, her reign of thought. Intrigue played upon her mind, for doubtless the girl was a new candidate, and the rider was not one she knew well. It merely did not reflect upon her features or shadow her eyes as she adopted a casual pose and awaited notice. Shinigami ((*drowns in Weyrgirl's post* XD )) A'min felt a chill run down his spine, not only from the feeling of being watched, but of being... examined. His cheerful babble broke off quite abruptly, and he stared around himself in bewilderment. "Did it just get ten degrees colder, or is it just me?" he plucked at his ineffectual wherhide jacket, as if punishing it for not keeping him warm. The boy swung around suspiciously, searching for the new presence, and visibly jumped when his gaze fell across Sonya. He'd nearly missed her, too, with that sweep of his eyes, and it unsettled-- no, it irked him that it'd been him to be surprised. A Weyrling? he thought, eyeing the unmistakable rank knots. And she was... staring at them...? No, it was more like she was simply watching them, though her expression caused A'min's hackles to rise. Not more arrogance... not from a Weyrling of all things. "For the love of little green dragons..." he muttered, irritated with himself. He mustered up a grin, his cheerful attitude returning after its brief moments of being eclipsed. "Why hello there, haven't seen you around much," he waved an arm at Sonya, and turned fluidly towards his charge. "Say, Ryn, you should meet a Weyrling. Might be one soon yourself, you know. Come to think of it, don't you have training?" A'min blinked at Sonya. Perhaps it was a rest day. He hadn't seen any other Weyrlings this end of the Bowl. -RynatheaDrey- Ryn nodded halfheartedly-- she had felt the same feeling of being watched. Unused to being under scrutiny, she found this very uncomfortable, and she tensed-- the only sign of this new feeling. Her emerald eyes found a target in a girl nearby in the shadows. Upon seeing her, Ryn's mind quickly thought of a song that she had heard... and new lyrics sounded, then lingered in her ears. She shook her head slightly, then continued to stare at the girl-- not in awe, but merely curiosity. Ryn straightened her shoulders slightly-- annoyed by the similar look of arrogance in the girl's eyes, so similar to the dragonrider she had just met. Would this whole Weyr be full of people like that? For a moment Ryn wished she were back home with her music. She smiled for a moment at A'min. Ryn nodded once to the girl, wanting to see what she was like. "I am Rynathea Drey-- what are you called by?" ((lol, that was a nice post, btw weyrgirl :D Can't post much right now-- finishing project :P)) Weyrgirl The boy's glance was annoyed, an irritated twist as his eyes touched her rank knots and found the assurance in her inscrutable expression. An expression of arrogance, if one was so disposed as to look at it that way; it was certainly not timidity, at any rate, nor wide-eyed awe she displayed. A calm, cocksure mien in stark contrast to her knots of rank. It had exactly the effect she had hoped. The boy - boy, even if the triple-strand weaving about his shoulder named him a rider - paused in his incessant babble, allowing silence to settle in for a moment before it was set aflight again by his mutterings. He was off balance, however he hid it, and some corner of her mind found that pleasing. But then, it had always been amusing to toy with the riders, allow the odd insolence of one lower in rank then themselves perhaps mar their total superiority, tarnish their views of a perfectly ordered world with its rigid ranks and masses of submissive plebian, eagerly bowing to their wishes so as not to lose their dubious protection. She had never felt she needed that protection, or had repressed any tentative reliance she felt on riders with the same ruthless determination as she now fought to disguise any twinge of interest in the current conversation. Even the dragons she had fought to dredge contempt for, though with the advent of her own Impression that had grown impossible. At any rate, she did not attend to dance attendance on him for mere seniority. It scarcely occurred to her that he might anticipate her respect or hold judgment on her by her disregard of shoulder knots. She expected to be a true rider herself in a handful of sevendays anyhow, and if she had never been one to bow before riders, she felt no need to begin now. All this passed through her mind, subliminal, sunk so deep in her unconscious mind it registered only as the barest change of thought, working along with the words of the rider to slide her carefully orchestrated thoughts onto the path of a meticulously formulated reply. His words were scattered, running gamut from the candidate to her, scampering about the air of the Weyrbowl with no special destination. She seized on the pack of errant syllables that seemed closest to her direction. “Training?” She allowed in low tones, imbuing the words with the least trace of contempt, so subtle a shading it was almost sure to be missed. “No, our duties tend to be in the mornings when we can see the barns we’re mucking. I do believe we have a lesson on the morrow, if that’s what you mean, though I wouldn’t expect a rider such as yourself to be up on such things. Far more important business to attend to, yes?” Could that be a smile, a slight curving of eloquent disdain that would have fit well on a feline addressing a herdbeast, or a trick of light and shadow as they played across the alabaster planes of her face? Whatever it was, it faded as she canted slightly, shifting her position to make it clear she was now responding to the candidate who had turned to study her in turn with curious eyes of brilliant green. “Welcome to Tropical Cove, Rhynathea - I am <st1:GivenName>Sonya</st1:GivenName>, rider of Illusion Licriemth.” Some may have called it sheer audacity for her to have termed herself a rider with the knots of rank clear on her shoulder, but it was not, surprisingly, a conscious snub. She did ride Licriemth, after all, and the intentional lilt on the word was a clear indication of the lower case. Besides, this Rynathea’s use of a second name vexed her in some irrational sense, as if the candidate was too important for the single name most Pernese made use of. She had also abstained from the naming of her hold. Had this girl never been taught etiquette even the half-wild <st1:GivenName>Sonya</st1:GivenName> had learned over the turns? “Do you require direction to the candidate barracks?” That snub, the careful implication that perhaps the rider was incapable of escorting the girl, was intentional. Quite. ((Ooc: I get a little carried away with <st1:GivenName>Sonya</st1:GivenName> - so nasty when Licriemth isn’t awake, yet so easy to be poetic about.)) <o:p></o:p> Shinigami Was that condescension? Such a saucy one... Well, saucy didn't quite cover it, really... There was something different about Sonya. But at least she wasn't like that Ataz rider. A'min grimaced at the memory of Therana, true to form in her unabashed arrogance. Not that Sonya was attempting to be discreet about just who she thought she was. Because A'min was accustomed to being disrespectful, he decided that he wouldn't take offense. He couldn't, not when he knew that the game might be on him. A wherry, hunted by a dragon. He wasn't so dense. But he was wary, nonetheless. The first remark drew a shrug from A'min. "I'm sure you'll be finding out soon enough," he grinned rather devilishly. What was her motive? Was she just trying to ruffle feathers or something? I am trying to take a nap, Mimicth told him irritably, annoyed by his loud thoughts. A'min chose to ignore him. Lazy dragon. The boy decided that it was not her words, but the way that she said them that made his eyes narrow. So she was deliberately trying to get a rise out of him! A'min refused to be baited by her. The wherry wasn't always defeated by the dragon... And this was his candidate besides. His to corrupt! "Oh, we shouldn't take any more of your time, Sonya," he smiled as pleasantly as he was able, stepping closer to Ryn. "Your free hours must be so rare! You should enjoy them. Why bother with a candidate?" His candidate, not to mention. -RynatheaDrey- Rynathea breathed easy. This girl was like so many others she had seen... The air between them was tense, to the point it seemed as if the air crackled with energy. Despite her previous encounters with people and similar attitudes, Ryn now made a promise to herself that she would not trust anyone here, unless they proved that they were actually capable of decent speech and at least cordiality between other people. She sighed to herself. Why even bother to address the girl? Ryn blinked as A'min spoke, then stepped closer. Ryn felt odd-- everything was hurtful here already, except for A'min, of course. Her face was strangely blank, not showing her anger. Perhaps she had met the two people with egos that contended for largest size. Even though she knew she should give others a chance, she felt the anger burning inside of her. She felt small, physically and now emotionally. What would happen to her later on in the Weyr? Responding to the anger and annoyance all around her, Ryn's ember flitt Kentare screeched, then flew directly at Sonya. Eyes wide open, Ryn sent a mental command to Kentare, who promptly flew to the side, not slowing down, instead of hitting the girl. Blast it, girl. Do you enjoy being stupid? At this point, I don't care what rank you hold, but you make things bad for yourself when you speak like that. If only Ryn had the courage to speak up and say such things... "Thank you for the pleasant welcome, Sonya. A'min was just about to show me around, seeing how he's the one with the most knowledge and common sense around here. So, if you don't mind..." Ahh, well, that took some courage at least. Fire dancing behind her eyes, Rynathea turned and walked the way A'min had been heading before they had met the girl, her three flitts flying around her. She walked into the breeze, thankful for the coolness, and hoping that A'min would follow and help her to not get lost-- but at this point, Ryn cared very little where she ended up. Shinigami A'min blinked, surprised that Ryn had taken the initiative to move on. He caught up to her, looking over his shoulder at Sonya and shrugging towards the weyrling-- he didn't want to be on anyone's bad side that he didn't severely dislike. And he simply didn't know enough about Sonya to make that judgement yet. Maybe she was just in a bad mood? .....hrrnnn... "Hey, Ryn. I'm sorry your welcome hasn't been so warm," he apologized to the candidate as he came up beside her, only his blue fire lizard Fwee following after. "But really, I don't think that my excuse that 'not everyone here is like that' will last much longer, huh?" A'min grinned. "Well, I don't know if you're in the mood to get led around by the hand after that, but the least I can do is show you the barracks." The young rider rubbed the back of his head, feeling rather bad, after all, that Ryn hadn't gotten the cheerful greeting that all candidates were entitled to. Jeez, didn't anyone have any manners at this Weyr anymore? Ah hah. Haha. Like you're one to speak about manners, Mimicth laughed at him mockingly. -RynatheaDrey- Ryn shrugged uneasily as she walked, half wandering, half following A'min. "Ahh... I think I probably met two people who either are angry in general, or just had a bad day." Her brown dragonet Dralener chirped in the air to greet the blue flitt. Thinking about the past few minutes, she frowned. The people themselves didn't hurt her as much as what they said... as if she were not worthy to be here. Even though she knew she had just the same right as anyone to find the companion of her lifetime here, the way they acted hurt her to the core. She bit her lip and spoke contrary to her thoughts. "Ahh... Blast it, I really don't care-- I just want to see this place." Rynathea smiled to A'min. "I'd like to see the barracks, and wherever else is good to know about." At a sudden thought, she eyed A'min hopefully. "Is there somewhere or someone that is involved with music? What do you do here as a dragonrider?" The questions spilled out of her mouth, partially in response to her previous anger, but also in renewed excitement and anticipation in the Weyr. Weyrgirl The game, Sonya thought. The game so elaborate and varied their could be no winner. The subtle game of life. This round had ended at a draw, primarily because the combatants had held entirely different goals. A'min' s motivation had, so far as she could tell., been an unfathomable drive to gain the freindship or possible affection of the new candidate, and by the way Rynathea walked along, quietly speaking what was certain to be tart observations of the dragonriders, he had succeeded. Her own goal was more unusual, less easily guessed but perhaps more easily understood when a person knew her. She had merely wanted to reaffirm her mistique, her total disattachment to the ranks and politics of the Weyr, to test her mask and ascertain none of the cracks and crannys all too evident the past few days remained. The luckless rider A'min and the candidate with two names had merely been subjects convenient to her, the arrival of a candidate enough to strike curiosity, insolence to a rider the perfect thing to conceal such pangs of interest behind. Happenstance had lead to an enemy. The blank expression, schooled to hide the fires of anger alight in the candidate's overbright eyes, proved that. The barbed comments, so unsophisticated, utterly blunt - someone would have to teach this girl a thing or two about subtlety in the game. But it would not be Sonya. She felt no regret, as the two parted, striding along the Weyrbowl and murmering of manners and warm welcomes, idealistic concepts that Sonya would beleive in when she witnessed them. As far as she was concerned, life and any joy therein was when Licriemth awoke, flying on the filmy wings of her mist-carved illusion. The darkness between was merely a time to shore her composure and thicken the ice that protected her, practicing snide comments, plying the riders with condescension until the colors returned. Preoccupied with such dark thoughts, she proceeded towards the Weyrling barracks where she could hide for a time. And then, drifting like a foul vapour from between the cobblestones of her mind, a darker thought was born, a besides. Besides, it went, an enemy hid little. They were far less dangerous then freinds. ((Ooc: You actually met the two worst characters in the Weyr : Therana, who's always stuck-up, generally annoying, arrogant - you get the idea - and Sonya, who's aloof at the best of times and has had a bad few sevendays - and her dragon isn't awake to temper her attitude. Never fear. The rest of the Weyr ranges from awkward/shy but freindly to sickningly nice.)) Biadora ((*L* They are, aren't they? 'Evil' chars are fun, I just feel like I don't dare to play them as evil as they ought to be, as well as an urge to apologize after each post.)) The watchdragon lets out a greeting buldge as a huge light blue-silvrish dragon appears high up in the air -Niennath and Indra was back in the weyr. Shinigami ((Well, now she's seen the worst of the Weyr at least... which isn't really *that* bad. ^^; )) A'min, no longer feeling uncharacteristically regretful, smiled in amusement. "Well, we've got a Harper here, but most of the music is played at mealtimes. If you've got skill with instruments or voice, we're all glad to hear it," the boy looked at her encouragingly. Her second question amused him more. He wasn't about to admit just how many of his oddball little duties he tended to shirk... "Well, I've not much of a rank around here, so there's not too much for me to do. Sometimes they'll have us ride the sweeps..." Except that we've never actually done the whole sweep...Mimicth interrupted. "....and there's always all of the sentry duties, training and wing drills, practicing like we're still weyrlings... oh, and flying Thread," A'min shrugged negligently for the latter, folding in his fingers after ticking off all of the things that he was 'supposed to do'. "There's plenty of interesting places down in the Lower Caverns, if you've the itch to go exploring and don't care if you get lost, the beach is out beyond there..." We haven't gone there in a long time, Mimicth added plaintively. "But the barracks are straight ahead and..." Niennath is back. "Oh Shards..." A'min frowned. Indra certainly qualified as a 'queenrider'. Shaffit, he'd hardly gotten the fresh meat to himself and he'd have to give her up... Ulmoth, across the Weyr on his own ledge, echoed the watchdragon's greeting with his own bugle for Niennath. ((Poor T'ou and Ulmoth haven't done anything for so long. XD )) -RynatheaDrey- Rynathea stared off in the direction of the watchdragon, enjoying the sound, and listened to what A'min was saying. She smiled thoughtfully, hoping someday she could fly on the back of a dragon... someday... At A'min's curse, Ryn's eyes snapped back to him. "What's the matter?" ((lol, sorry not a lot of time-- have to go to work :P)) Shinigami The mimicrider twitched, but smiled brightly nonetheless, pointing up into the sky. "One of the junior queens is back," he explained, indicating the Cloud dragon winging down from above. "Means our time will probably be a little short. But here, these are the barracks, so you know where you're at," A'min stepped towards the ground level entrance, poking his head inside and peering left and right. "....well... it's the way to the candidate barracks, anyway. Corridor's up that way... Mind you, all of this is attached to the Lower Caverns, too. It's confusing at first, but with all the running about they make you do, you shouldn't have to worry about it." So you say. "The queenrider that gets ahold of you will probably assign you the room and all... Oh, and there should be other candidates about, unless they're all off doing chores. You're not going to be bored once you get settled in, I assure you," A'min grinned at Ryn. "Life's gonna be all about dragons for sevendays on end. Well, that and chores. Learning about dragons, staring at dragons like a dolt, washing dragons-- which is harder work than they let you think." Biadora Niennath tuches down lighlty, then turns her head and looks over at Ulmoth ~Hello there. How has your day been? Do you think your rider could talk mine over taking a swim? I feel like I need a bath after having had all those Holderchildren running around putting handprints on me -as if I wouldn't notice them tuching me~ Niennath snorts slightly tierdly. Since most Holders had seen her quite often the children wasn't as afraid of her as they might be of other dragon, wich had lead to the younger children playing games of dearing where one had to run up and tuch the dragon without their parents or the rider noticing. It was all straining the queens patiens to her limits. Shinigami ((I shall make some unmentioned assumptions in this post for the sake of RP. ^^;;; )) Ulmoth lifted his head towards Niennath, eyes whirling with subdued amusement as he looked at her. You look like you need a nice nap in the sun, as well. I admire your patience for the little ones, the navy inclined his head. A swim sounds like a good idea. I'll get my rider, the dragon conceded, calling for T'ou. The young man needed some interaction anyway, in his opinion... duties could wait. T'ou is coming, Ulmoth said, resting his chin on his folded forearms again. And indeed, T'ou was coming, wondering what had possessed his dragon to call him back to the weyr in the middle of going through diplomacy records-- mostly queenrider territory, but something delegated to him after Ulmoth had made him Junior Weyrleader.... sigh.... Indra has returned, Ulmoth informed him. And you and I are going to spend some time in her and Niennath's company. So that was it. T'ou didn't even blink when Ulmoth used Indra's name-- it wasn't uncommon for the dragon to keep the names of several of Pern's Weyrs' leaders in mind. Particularly when that person happened to be Niennath's rider... Ulmoth rose to his feet, stretching as T'ou made it to the weyr. The young man hoped that the awkwardness that he'd felt had finally been mastered as he smiled pleasantly for Indra. "How was it at the Hold?" he asked, looking up Niennath's high shoulder at the queenrider, intending to hand the Junior Weyrwoman to the ground in a gesture of courtesy. Ask her if she'd like to go for a swim, Ulmoth told him, still testing his wings after his rest in the sun. Biadora Indra looks down at him slighlty surprised, as if not expceting him. "Fine, fine, though I think I need to make Niennath a new set of straps.." she notes, eyes still trailing the worn leather. Then with a sigh she tosses down her helmet and a could of seconds later follows downwards herself. She smiles gratefully at T'ou as he helps her down. "How has your day been?" Shinigami Catching the helmet reflexively, T'ou grinned up at her. "Wouldn't be surprised," he agreed about the straps, knowing that Indra did more than her fair share of the runs to the Holds. All of that betweening could put a strain on the leather... and the body. The young man put the helmet down at his feet and swiftly turned, catching her around he waist and landing her safely, gently on her feet, glad that that burgeoning distance between them seemed so easy to close. T'ou made a face in response to Indra's question about his day, shrugging. "You know. Just doing the work that they couldn't saddle you or Kessalta with. I was thinking about taking Ulmoth down for a swim and a bath, maybe... and Niennath looks like she needs a bit of a dip as well," he glanced at the Cloud measuringly, hearing his dragon's rumble of approval. It was out of character for T'ou... but Ulmoth took it as a good sign. Work didn't always come first. "What do you say? Get out of that stuffy riding gear for a bit," he put every ounce of effort to convince her into his friendly smile. -RynatheaDrey- ((augh!! I've been away for a while, I'm really sorry!!)) Ryn laughed. "I've washed many things before in my life... It will not matter to me that much-- just as long as I'm able to be here, and hopefully Impress. As long as I'm in the sky..." She grinned happily. A new life was in the air-- new possiblities were endless. Here, she would have a chance to help people, when she did not have opportunities at her father's farm. Ever since she was a little girl... music and dragons were her passion. She gave a lopsided grin. "New times, fine rhymes/beginning life, lacking strife/What wouldn't I try/To with a dragon fly/Sky is my home/All mine to roam." She peered down the corridor, seeing people in the light of the opening and the scatted glows around. Her heart was jumping around in the region of her throat, finally, she would be able to do so much! Her rhyme echoed in her head, and a tune found its place. Rynathea beamed at A'min. "Thank you so much! So, all I have to do is find someone here that I can tell that I'm a candidate?" Biadora Indra turns and smiles at Ulmoth as she hears his rumble. "Oh, Niennath here is giving me some not-so-discreet nudges that I should accept your offer, so I am in. Though, do you think you could sneak off some food for me from the kitchens T'ou? The Holders offered me wine and if I don't get something I think I am going to be a bit tipsy.." Behind Indra Niennath streches, humming purringly to her rider and to herself. "So, has anything happened here while I where away?" Shinigami A'min nodded, pleased with her enthusiasm. "Don't look around now. We'll have to find a queenrider, and I'm not about to let you wander around the Weyr by yourself," the boy smiled cheerfully, stepping into the corridor abruptly. "Unless, of course, you'd like to. Independent exploration is just one of the many possibly dangerous things to do at Tropical Cove!" the boy chuckled. "But, there's also the beach, quite a nice one, too, and the Dining Hall. That place is important. Other than your bed and those rare little occassions when they let you down to the ocean, it's the only place where you'll actually get to rest between chores... 'course, they aren't as hard on you candidates nowadays," A'min rolled his eyes, as if his term of candidacy had been ten times harder. "Of course," T'ou grinned. "Yukito knows where they keep the soft rolls," his grin became slightly secretive. The teal 'lizard, knowing his orders, flicked between to seek out a bite of food for Indra... though the young man considered that it might be to his advantage, later, if she were a little tipsy. You're in a good mood today, Ulmoth observed, amused by his rider's less than innocent thoughts. "Nothing in particular... well, it's not like I'd know. Been in among the records all day," the navyrider turned his eyes upwards in distaste. Yukito reappeared, clinging in his talons a meatroll as big as he was. He tumbled into T'ou's hastily extended palms, squeaking in reproach. "It's something, at least, to set off the wine," he offered the meatroll to Indra, freeing Yukito of his burden. Biadora Indra laughs, shaking her head. "Yes, something.. I had more something like a picnic in tougths but how can I deny being served in such short notice?" She smiles at the teal. "You did god" she says, sending him warm toughts. "Niennath says she will take me to our weyr -I need to fetch a few things. Meet you down by the beach in a few minutes?" Indra asks, then begins to eat her roll. Shinigami Yukito straightened, his eyes whirling happily at Indra, glad for the praise, before he began grooming himself fastidiously. "Sure," T'ou agreed, nodding. "See you there, Indra," the young man grinned, taking a step back so that they could depart. Biadora *Niennath takes off and a few minutes later tuches down at her (their??) weyrledge -RynatheaDrey- Rynathea smiled. "Oh.. Well, it would be good to be officially a candidate, wouldn't it?" She made a mental note to herself to check out the areas the dragonrider had just mentioned. "How would I find a queenrider that isn't too busy?" ((augh-- I've been away for a while and couldn't post worth beans... so I wasn't sure how to reply :\ )) Rynathea smiled at a distant dragon taking wing to the sky. For a moment, her heart jumped, and she wished she was once again in the sky. "I know that dragons and riders can communicate telepathically-- are you able to find a queenrider like that?" Dralener came down to her shoulder in a lazy spiral. ((ehh. Should I go ahead and post where Candidates are supposed to go, or should I wait? :) )) |
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