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Post by tiball on Jul 1, 2010 13:21:56 GMT -5
Suddenly, in a quick movement out of the corner of his eye, a girl bumped into a man that highly resembled the miner he had the pleasure of riding with.
His eye paused as he turned to look at the scene. The girl—no, the lady—who had fallen was… rather attractive, he observed detachedly. He was surprised that one so posh would be on this sort of expedition at all. And by the look of the way she was trying to get up, she had already injured her frail, pampered body. Tiball grunted. Looked like he had something to do, after all.
Leaning over the clumsy lady (and rather enjoying the momentary sensation of being taller than someone), the boy stuck out a hand to help her. “C’mon up, no good ever came from staying down,” he stated in good-humor, a amused smile tugging at his slight scowl. It was clear from the way he steadied himself for her weight that he wasn’t going to move until she took his offer.
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Post by Tobias on Jul 1, 2010 15:59:39 GMT -5
Yes
That soft whisper was almost enough to drive him mad. Tobias moved in closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently turning her to face him.
"I'm so glad," he murmured, before leaning down and brushing his lips against hers. And from that moment on, he knew he wanted to be with her again. The kiss deepened before he broke the contact.
When he broke away, his breathing had already turned ragged. Chloe's lithe form seemed to slide along his own body until her toes touched the ground once more.
"I want to be with you Chloe. I've done nothing but think about it all day." He reached his calloused hand up to caress her cheek. His eyes had darkened with the feelings their kiss had spurred in him.
Suddenly looking around, he realized that the others would have been here on the island. Yet, as he looked, he saw that the location Chloe had taken them to was much farther away from any one else. There was a nice patch of brush just over to their right as well, which further hid them from view. His eyes however, rested for a moment on Alorath.
"Um," he mumbled, his brows knitting together, "does, um, us...er, together effect your dragon?" Tobias stumbled pitifully over his words. Basically he was wondering if Alorath would somehow bulk at him while he was in the midst of sharing his love with her rider. How did that bond work exactly?
With their bedrolls laid out, Tobias found himself itching to hold her in his arms once again, but uncertain with the dragon so close.
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Post by nerys on Jul 1, 2010 16:11:09 GMT -5
“C’mon up, no good ever came from staying down,”
Nerystimon looked up, surprised at the almost cheerful tone of voice. Her eyes rested on the young boy...no gentleman, for he offered her his help, whom she had been watching earlier when she'd accidentally stepped in the way of the older miner. A stab of jealousy went through her heart. She wanted to feel happy again, but didn't know how, didn't know if she could so easily forget all the death and destruction she had seen.
Knowing she had already paused for an inordinate amount of a few seconds, Nerytimon blushed, feeling foolish. Reaching up to take his hand with her left, for her right still stung, she gave him a slight bob of her head, as she murmured, "Thank you."
Once she was back on her feet, she was surprised to find she was actually taller than he was. Nerystimon was used to being shorter than many, standing only 5'4". She could, for once, actually look someone in the eye, rather than look up to them. She gave him a tentative smile of thanks, her mother's tutelage of manners ringing in her mind, even while she struggled with the feelings of despair that seemed to well up without call.
"I'm Nerystimon," she spoke, her voice sounded clearer and stronger than it had before, a hare bit more like her old self. She had hardly spoken to anyone else since she'd been brought on this journey of salvation. "Thank you again for your help." She opened her palm and saw a little gash that trickled blood. No wonder it had hurt, she thought ruefully. It was not deep, but it stung.
She knew little about healing, but instinctively closed her fingers into her palm to apply pressure to the small wound, hoping it would stop bleeding.
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Post by Chloe and Alorath on Jul 1, 2010 16:56:09 GMT -5
The feeling of his arms around her had been on her mind most of the day so when he wrapped her she turned her face up to receive the gentle kiss with a smile. She felt the strong arms demand more and his kisses became more demanding. She surrendered to the feelings as they flowed through them both. She was breathless by the time he let her go.
"I want to be with you Chloe. I've done nothing but think about it all day."
She smiled softly up at him she knew where his thoughts had gone from time to time during their flying. She’d felt his breath against her neck a couple of times. Nothing overt and his hands hadn’t wandered even though she wouldn’t have objected in the least. His hands were quite talented.
He looked around and must have realized there weren’t a whole lot of people real close.
"Um," he mumbled, his brows knitting together, "does, um, us...er, together effect your dragon?"
She chuckled and grinned at him “Of course” she said. “But don’t worry, she likes you.”
“Look” she said pointing to where the dragon’s eye had opened to observe them. “See the sworl of blue and green? That means shes happy-content” then she looked to see if he was watching. “The eyes are kind of a barometer of her mood. If they turn red… not a good sign.”
She put a hand up to his face. “Alorath is the most incredible dragon on the face of Pern. She is my friend and supporter, and with her I will never be alone. I know it’s hard to understand but she is everything to me.”
"And you are to me Chloemine"
Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him and the dragon’s head lifted. “You are incredible and I don’t know what we can be together." she didn't need to mention that the world had just blown up around them and that everything was uncertain. "I would like very much to try and see. I’ve never…” she broke down a little “I’ve never met anyone like you.”
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 1, 2010 19:04:37 GMT -5
Ralianth’s eyes whorled with worry as she watched them approach her rider. Mnoranth reassured her they were only trying to help,
His eyes closed briefly at the mention of the Istan Weyrleader and the dragon’s unavoidable loss. “he was a good man” was all he had time for.
What he saw was an unconscious woman and he motioned Maram forward to examine the unconscious woman.
"We're more than just we three. We have... Most of Weyr and Hold on the other three islands, down the chain. I came here to get away from the crowding,"
He could tell by the way he dropped that D’vin was exhausted. He squatted nearby leaving Maram room to work. “How long have you been here?” he asked and reached into his belt pack for a meat roll. While he’d been caring for the Weyrwoman who knew the last time the man had eaten himself.
He questioned Mnoranth about D’vin’s Bronze but had no information yet.
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Post by tiball on Jul 1, 2010 19:59:02 GMT -5
If Tiball had known that Nerystimon had been thinking of him as a ‘gentlemen’, he would have laughed, possibly in her face. He wasn’t doing it for her, oh no. He did it to make himself feel better about doing nothing. And just ‘cos he could.
But he didn’t know, so instead he hauled the Holder to her feet and patted her on the back to make sure she was still sturdy. Shards! She was taller than him! Not by much, only and inch or two, that was true. But still, it was enough for him to notice. And her name was certainly a handful. Quickly Tiball began a list of nitpicks about the girl, until he saw her eyes drop to her hand.
It was only a momentary glance and she quickly closed her hand to hide the wound, he assumed, but it was enough time for him to catch a glimpse of blood. “I’d suggest you go to the Healers, but they got other injuries to deal with,” he shrugged, motioning with his head towards her hand, “Got anything to wrap it with in the meantime?” He didn’t need to say what a bad idea letting a wound stay open was, especially at a time like this.
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Post by Darvin on Jul 2, 2010 2:03:45 GMT -5
He shrugged, and gestured away the meat roll. "I've eaten enough. She's not exactly a demanding subject for sitting." He leaned back against the tree, and slowly shook his head. "V'ril's Korith got killed, too, I heard. I'm not sure about his wing. We pulled out whoever we could reach... But a lot of people just ran. All this chaos... Our dragons have been having trouble communicating over any distance longer than a kilometer or two. Might be all this ash... Or just that nobody's got their damn head on right. It's been a rough few days since we got here... Four? I think. You'd have to ask the Harper. He's with the main group, two islands down."
He shrugged, again. "It doesn't make sense. The Former Weyrlingmaster - Former... His leg broke. It won't heal up right, the Healer told us. He's retired. His is still pissy about the fact that he won't be able to properly ride again... Or fight Thread." He shook his head, and muttered a curse. "Must be half of our Riders couldn't defend us, if Thread started falling this far out... Even if we had Firestone for it. We have very, very little left. Do you have any? Anyway, the former Weyrlingmaster doesn't have a damn clue why... He said he's never had problems like this before. He says His keeps getting strange thoughts and images... They don't make sense, and don't seem to be coming from any of the other dragons."
He seemed to let the topic rest, briefly closing his eyes, and rubbing at them with a leather-gauntleted hand. "A damned ugly business.. All of this. Just when we got all settled in here, one of our Riders passed... Hers went Between before the word had spread through the camp. That one hurt," he confessed. "We thought we were done with all of that." From the weariness of his tone, he was sure they weren't done. Not by far.
"Got any hot klah? We've been re-using ours... For some damned reason, it wasn't very high-priority in the evacuation. We Riders have to run on something warm and sweet!" He grunted, and grimaced. "The ground roots are getting watery. It's hardly enough to keep us going." He shook his head, and sighed, heavily. He seemed beyond exhaustion, propelled only by sheer stubbornness and cynicism.
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Post by nerys on Jul 2, 2010 15:57:54 GMT -5
She considered going off to find the healers straight away, but in truth, they were so busy with injuries far worse than a tiny scrape. She would just have to bandage it for now and see them when things had settled. At his suggestion, Nerystimon looked to her rather plain and worn garment. She could easily tear a piece from the hem to wrap about her hand, but it would be rather difficult to do so herself.
Nerystimon looked around and saw a log that had been converted into a bench of sorts. Veering that way, she sat, then reached for the bottom of her dress. Her attempts at ripping it to make a bandage were not overly successful however. Blood seeped out of the little gash, smearing onto her already less than pristine, plain garment. She needed a knife, she thought, but she did not have one.
Looking up at Tiball, she asked, "Do you have a knife by chance? I cannot get this cloth to rip on its own." She gestured to the bottom of her hem with a frustrated look on her face. She would have spoken his name, but she realized that he had not shared it with her, so instead she waited. If he did not have something that would slice the cloth, she would have to find someone else who did.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 2, 2010 16:54:19 GMT -5
Maram darted forward the moment D'vin let down his guard. Chalarath had managed to soothe Ralianth enough to find out the riders name Tael. She had never met the Istan Weyrwoman before, as her role had not afforded the chance to know all the others. That had been the task of the Igen Weyrwoman, not the junior Werywomen.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw R'enh speaking with D'vin, and knew he would handle his fellow bronze-rider. When she inquired of Chalarath about his dragon, Chalarath had no answers, though the query to Ralianth seemed to upset the queen once more. Encouraging Chalarath to do her best to keep the queen calm, Maram spent the next bit of time examining the Tael. Aside from a bruise here or there that were already fading, likely from when the Weyr was collapsing, there seemed no reason for the riders current state. Maram was concerned.
D'vin had done his job, had gotten her to safety, but the poor man looked like he was ready to fall asleep on his feet. Maram, who had had more help and more time to rest, took over the care of Tael for the night. She was tired however, and after doing all she could to make sure Tael was safe and comfortable for now, Maram drifted off to sleep beside her, the two Gold dragons watching over the pair protectively.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 2, 2010 23:06:14 GMT -5
The mans story was another like he’d heard from so many. Dragon’s gone between, people missing, Weyrs and Holds decimated. Only the very lucky had survived what the Red Star had loosed on them this time. He saw Maram attending to the gold rider and his eyes lingered for a moment. He tore them away and turned back to D’vin the right was not his.
“Not yet” came a rather smug reply from Mnoranth and he looked to see how the Bronze had ensconced himself with the two golds. He just shook his head.
He wasn’t the only randy one around here. If there were such a thing as a smiling dragon he could paint one on the Bronze in that moment.
"A damned ugly business.. All of this. Just when we got all settled in here, one of our Riders passed... Hers went Between before the word had spread through the camp. That one hurt,"
He could do no more than listen to the man. He couldn’t imagine the loss he was feeling for he’d now heard the news of his Dragon’s death. The devastation had to be immense.
“We’ve got this D’vin” he said. He couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge the lost of such a fine Bronze as Regolth.
"Got any hot klah? We've been re-using ours... For some damned reason, it wasn't very high-priority in the evacuation. We Riders have to run on something warm and sweet!"
He laughed and made sure the man had a pot sent over. “Get some rest” he said, “We’ll start off early”
Then he made his own bed near but not next to Maram. He checked with Mnoranth to be sure Sorelle and Sivarith were ok. She’d taken to following him around when she wasn’t lucid but he hadn’t seen her which meant she was probably working. He knew she was quite a capable woman. He lay down and listened to the soft breathing nearby. So close.
He turned on his side away from them and tried to get to sleep but the dark was filled with visions and troubles. He finally drifted off in the wee hours of the morning.
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Post by Darvin on Jul 3, 2010 15:49:25 GMT -5
Comforted that everything seemed to be well in hand, he finally let himself slow down. His whirling mind collapsed in on itself like a dying star, and he simply dropped off to sleep, a half-drunk cup of delicious klah at his side.
He slept deeply, and dreamed not, save for the occasional feeling of ice, from somewhere deep within his chest; A feeling far colder than even the icy absence of Between.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 3, 2010 16:18:09 GMT -5
When the sun broke through the darkness, Maram stretched with a yawn. A new day. She had slept like one dead to the world the night before. Suddenly, all her memories rushed back to her and she sat bolt upright looking at the prone figure beside her. She checked over Tael and made sure the weyrwoman was in fact alive and breathing. Still she didn't stir. Maram was concerned. Ralianth could not give them clear answers as to what had happened and the dragon herself seemed to be affected by whatever was happening to her rider. Once the others had also arisen and preparations had been made the entire group of dragons, holders, and crafters set off once again. This time, Maram and Chalarath rode beside Ralianth and Sivarth, wanting to watch over the other Golds and their riders. Maram's thoughts weighed heavy as the group flew from island to island on their journey to find their new home. With three queens, they had a chance to continue on, yet, Sorelle and Sivarth were not well, nor were Tael and Ralianth. That left the weight of survival of dragonkind on their own shoulders. And to add to the already pressing issues of feeling responsible for the other two weyrwoman, as well as the hundreds that were flocking with them, Maram didn't know if they would even find this mythical island they sought. And if they didn't, she looked down at Chalarath, whose hide was almost gleaming, she feared for her soul-mate. Her color had nearly peaked and Maram knew that Chalarath would not withstand her needs for long. And so it was, some days after they had picked up D'vin's party, that a bugling sound from the forward riders alerted the others that something had in fact changed. The news traveled quickly through all the dragons. Land. A large, magnificent island could be seen in the distance. Could it really be true? Chalarath added her bugling cry to those of the other excited dragons anxious to find a new home to call their own. Now, it only remained to be seen whether the island would hold the settlers or if in fact what they saw from a distance was nothing more than an illusion. Tag Any - End Maram --- Moving to the Main Dragon Weyr Boards!!OOC-- ALL characters are welcome to move to the main boards. You MAY continue to write posts for your character describing their feelings during the journey to our home in THIS thread while you write for them as we arrive and settle into our new home. Questions about any of this --- just let the admin know!! When you character is finished here, please mark them as finished Thanks!
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Post by tiball on Jul 3, 2010 16:21:46 GMT -5
“Here.”
Tiball peeled off a layer of his clothing, a thin cloth jacket with a light layer of dust and dirt on it to be exact, with a shrug to aid the movement. Then he grasped the arm with one hand and the collar with another. One quick motion and a lour tearing sound late, the arm of the shirt was detached by the seam.
“It’s easier if you rip at the seam; it’s weak there,” he explained to her quietly, taking a pause to rip the other arm off as well, “And here’s an extra, in case it needs re-bandaging.” He handed the two strips of cloth to her with a straight face, but there was a definite smug squint of his eyes that he couldn’t hold back. Hopping from profession to profession did have its upsides, including little knacks like this.
Besides, it was too bloody hot here. Yes, he had been looking for weather warmer than Telgar, but this was just humid. He shrugged. Guess he’d just have to get used to it. Wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go…
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Post by nerys on Jul 3, 2010 20:40:38 GMT -5
Nerystimon accepted the bandage cloths with a nod.
"Thank you," she said kindly, wrapping the one around the cut on her hand. The young man beside her intrigued her, she couldn't deny it. No matter what else happened, he had offered her help and she would remember that.
She wanted to get to know him better, find out more about him, for she found herself interested, but the campsite was soon a flurry of activity and Nerystimon felt compelled to offer her help once more. So with a final word of thanks to her helper, she set off to help in whatever way she could until they set off once more the next morning. This time bound for their new home.
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Post by Leatherell on Jul 4, 2010 11:24:14 GMT -5
He blinked confused, looking up at the female healer. This was definatly not his sister, she was far more gentle than alira, sort of nice too. She was pressing a bandage against his temple, why was she doing that?. He still didn't realise he was bleeding, though he was certainly feeling the warm liquid running down the side of his head.
The girl asked him if he was in pain, was he in pain?. No, not really, but it wasn't just the pain that was missing, everything just felt sort of numb. It was a frightening sensation, he just looked up at her with wide grey eyes, fear and panic the most prominent emotion in them. He wanted to tell her that he felt nothing, but he couldnt get his lips to form the words, well this was just useless.
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