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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Sept 10, 2010 14:38:07 GMT -5
Month 11, day 3, late afternoon R'enh had removed the harness from Mnoranth so he just hopped up on his lifemate for the short trip to the lake as they had when they were weyrlings. The great Bronze had patches that were itching and he needed a good bath and oiling to keep in fighting condition. His bronze hide fairly glowed with health. R'enh rubbed his hands over the suadelike hide as they spiraled toward the lake. "Hey!" he exclaimed as the bronze went farther than he expected and dumped them both into the water. You made me wait too long Renhmine! and R'enh heard the laughter in his voice. **You are entirely too uppity** he said as he swam, laughter bubbling up as the broke the surface. He turned to see the swirling eyes of the submerged dragon coming up behind him. "Funny" he said "Let me get the sweetsand." Completely soaked, he moved out of the water scooping his wet hair out of his eyes with both hands. Finding the bucket he came back to the side of the lake to wait for the jokester to emerge from the water. "ZOOM" he called and the little crimson firelizard popped in and lit on his shoulder. "You get to help me with this big pain in my... posterior." He was not really put out with the big guy and the bronze knew it. He should have been expecting something like this. It was one of Mnoranths ways of telling him he needed more attention. Finally, the bronze came dripping from the lake and both he and Zoom when to work with the foaming sand. He looked around for a little more help and saw several candidates standing nearby. "Can I get some help here?" he called. Tag any
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Post by Jeta and Issdanuth on Sept 10, 2010 15:39:04 GMT -5
Jeta stepped forward. "I can help Weyrleader. What do I need to do?" Jeta couldn't believe that the Weyrleader was asking for help! The girl admired the Bronze and thought he was very handsome. She looked at his Rider and waited for him to instruct her. Jeta had never thought that she would help clean the Weyrleader's dragon. She looked back at Mnoranth and smiled at him. The Bronze was very handsome indeed. Sometimes she wished she were a boy so she could be a Bronzerider, but she knew that she was a girl for a reason.
The Candiate looked back at R'enh and said, "Weyrleader how long does it take to bath a dragon? I mean normally." The girl wanted to learn all she could about Dragons before she Impressed and she hoped that she would Impress at the next Hatching, whenever that was. Jeta admired the Bronze for catching the Senior Weyrwoman's Gold. Jeta thought that the Gold was Chalarath, but she wasn't too sure. Jeta just stood there waiting to the Weyrleader to respond.
She felt honored to be helping wash Mnoranth. Helping the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman were always an honor and Jeta felt really lucky to be helping the Weyrleader right now. She eyed his Bronze and knew that R'enh was extremely lucky to have gotten him. Jeta wished that she too would be lucky to be a rider. She then wondered what color she would get. A Green? Or a Blue? Maybe even a Gold. Jeta was excited about those thoughts, but she was more excited about helping to wash Mnoranth.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Sept 12, 2010 0:03:34 GMT -5
"I can help Weyrleader. What do I need to do?"
R’enh looked up to see a young dark-haired woman walking toward him over the sands of the bowl and smiled in welcome. “Here,” he said pointing to the sweet sand. “Just get it wet and wash him everywhere you can reach. Be careful on his wing sails though.”
“He’ll crouch down for you to get to some of it.”
Mnoranth head turned to look at the candidate. He wasn’t always comfortable with the candidates helping but this time his eyes were whirling blue and green with contentment at finally getting his bath. It felt very good.
"Weyrleader how long does it take to bath a dragon? I mean normally."
“Oh a couple of hours,” then he peeked around and grinned at her “but its less if I have help.” He continued to scrub.
“If you are lucky enough to impress, your dragon will be able to tell you where he itches and wants to be washed.”
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Post by Jeta and Issdanuth on Sept 12, 2010 19:04:02 GMT -5
"Here. Jeta saw him indicate the sweet sand. "Just get it wet and wash him everywhere you can reach. Be careful on his wing sails though. He’ll crouch down for you to get to some of it."
Jeta stepped forward and grabbed a handful of sweet sand and got it wet. She took a deep breath and began to scrub the Bronze gently, but firmly. She stopped for a moment when the Weyrleader answered her question.
"Oh a couple of hours, but its less if I have help."
Jeta blushed and was glad to have volunteered to help wash the Dragon. She was enjoying it even though Mnoranth was not her Dragon. The was thinking about Impression when R'enh seemed to read her thoughts.... sort of.
"If you are lucky enough to impress, your dragon will be able to tell you where he itches and wants to be washed."
Jeta blushed and said, "I don't care what I Impress to. I just want to do my duty to Pern and the Weyr." She continued scrubbing Mnoranth with enthusiasm, but she made sure not to hurt the Bronze. The girl was glad to be helping the Weyrleader. He was nice and his Dragon was very handsome! Jeta said softly so only Mnoranth could hear, "You are magnificint Mnoranth. I feel honored to be washing you." She looked up at him and smiled.
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Post by Stephanie and Lialsuth on Sept 14, 2010 15:25:25 GMT -5
A girl with dark brown hair and green eyes walked to the lake, already soaked to the bone. She had just finished a bath, and was now dressed in her regular white patched shirt and pants cut to the knee. It was more of a tarp the anything, something that covered half her body rather then just her torso. She heard the wings of a dragon and recognized it as the Weyrleader. She smiled and saw a girl run to the rescue as the leader called for assistance. This would be a delight. She would be able to help the Weyrleader wash their dragon.
Quickly she strode up beside them and grabbed some sand wordlessly, just smiling at the girl with friendliness before bowing her head politely to the leader. "I think its about time for the oiling..." She said to the leader and smiled, grabbing some oil and scrubbing down the dragon. The feel of his scales beneath her hands felt rough but pleasurable, much like a blanket in her grasp. It was comforting, a reminder that one day she would impress a dragon of her own. Until that day she would continue to serve the others and help with their dragons. Who knows, she might even continue helping after she was a dragon rider! Now now, I'm getting ahead of myself. I don't even have a dragon yet, nor do I know if I will ever get a lifemate... I wonder what its like.. to fly... Never flown before. Must be quite fun. Her thoughts drove her to get a tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach. She smiled and looked at Mnoranth and everything about him. "What a handsome boy." She said softly... "Mnoranth, I mean. Sorry, sir." She said, bowing her head to him and looking away. She hoped not to get a tongue lashing. It was a slip of her own tongue, something that had just come out. "But he is... such a great looking dragon. Great structure. Good color. Only the best dragon in the land for the weyrleader."
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Sept 16, 2010 14:40:11 GMT -5
Mnoranth looked around to watch the young woman who was washing him. She can scrub harder, it feels good.
He arched his neck and his eyes whirled blue and green at her compliment. He wasn’t normally vain like a gold but he did enjoy praise. Thank you he responded.
“He said thank you.” R’enh chuckled.
Moments later another young candidate joined them. She mentioned oiling and started in on the big bronze.
“Oil after he rinses the suds off.” They were almost done. He was happy about that. It went so much more quickly with the big dragons when they had help. Maram normally had half a dozen helping her when Chalarath had her bath. Of course what candidate didn’t want to get close to a gold.
"What a handsome boy." She said softly... "Mnoranth, I mean. Sorry, sir." She said, bowing her head to him and looking away. She hoped not to get a tongue lashing. It was a slip of her own tongue, something that had just come out. "But he is... such a great looking dragon. Great structure. Good color. Only the best dragon in the land for the weyrleader."
He heard the bronze rumble and turn his head toward the newest one to join them with his bath. R’enh rolled his eyes as his lifemate preened. Just what he needed more compliments.
R’enh chuckled and Zoom flew around the girls darting here and there to help them scrub, chattering and crooning to them. Little red flirt.
The scrubbing was done! “Alright Mnoranth, go rinse” he said and the big bronze turned carefully as R’enh backed up. He dove into the water careful not to allow his tail to knock down the two girls.
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Post by Stephanie and Lialsuth on Sept 16, 2010 16:05:30 GMT -5
Stephanie looked at the bronze as he stood there, just letting her rub the wrong thing on him. She felt like a fool when she realized that he still had to rinse. "Foolish mistake!" She scolded herself in a whisper and put down the oil, sudding it up again with a substance like soap. Then he was ready for the rinse. Still down on herself, she wondered if she would make such foolish mistakes if and when she had a dragon! Why what kind of dragon would love her if she made major mistakes in raising it?
Foolish. She realized. A dragon was meant to be a rider best friend, a oul mate, a great warrior next to the courageous rider. She knew if and when she got a dragon that that dragon would love her just as much, if not more, as she would love her dragon.
But she does not even have a dragon yet. She thought about this and an excitement grew in her. Up in the heavens about an hour ago she saw the queen take off and several males give chase. Then others started dispersing and she realized what was happening. She had chosn a mate! The queen was going to lay a clutch! At long last her chance would come! The last clutch of the queen might very well give her a life mate.. no, not just "a" lifemate. Her lifemate. She smiled madly as she looked at the submerged male and recognized one dragon passing by as one of the suitors of the queen, a bachelor hoping to breed. But he had not been chosen. But he was still strikingly great for the eyes, for he was a great dragon, a magnficent beast. She stll smiled, wondering what kind of dragon would choose her.. Thoughts swirle as she saw the dragon submerged and wondered how long dragons could hold their breathe. A great wonder came over her and suddenly this job seemed much more like a great experience then ever before.
Eyes closed as Stephanie held her smile and day dreamed about dragons. The impression... A weryling... Taking classes... Raising a dragon.. having a lifemate... being a dragon rider... Oh the dreams that would come true for her. And now was her golden opportunity because the golden beauty was going to lay a clutch of eggs one last time.
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Post by zen on Sept 19, 2010 13:16:40 GMT -5
Sitting on a fallen log, Zorenh watched the girls scurry to help R'enh with Mnoranth. As he watched, he whittled at a stick with a knife he had taken from the kitchen. Tiny slivers of wood covered his right thigh as he worked. There was no skill, just a need to do something with his hands. Eventually, the stick would be whittled down to nothing and he would find another to take its place. When the knife got dull, he would return it to the kitchen and 'borrow' another.
"I just want to do my duty to Pern and the Weyr."
He suppressed the need to retch. What had the Weyr done for her, he wondered. He made a sound at the back of his throat as the two scrubbed away. There was no mistaking the wide-eyed adoration in their eyes. Zorenh didn't understand the awe some had for the dragons. They were beasts, pure and simple, another tool just like his knife. He caught a flash of red flying amongst the workers. Flit. They were worse than dragons. What good were they? Useless insects.
As Mnoranth took a dive into the water, Zorenh took a moment to get a good look at the girls. They were serviceable. He wondered how they'd feel having to cut their hair should they be Impressed with Sivarith's clutch. There would be tears, of course. He rolled his eyes at the thought, then turned his attention to R'enh. With narrowing eyes, he watched his father. How many children had the Weyrleader sired? How many brothers and sisters were out there? Had any of them survived? He had been content not knowing who his father was, but before Zora died, she thought he needed to know. Holding her in his arms as the walls around him crumbled in Ista, Zorenh had learned the truth. As he watched R'enh, he wished she had taken the secret with her.
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Post by Jeta and Issdanuth on Sept 20, 2010 12:47:40 GMT -5
Jeta heard the boy and turned to him with narrowed eyes, "Was that a sound of disgust I heard?" She gave a low snarl, "Just because I helped the Weyrleader doesn't mean anything." Jeta did not know that it was about something completely different, but she would make sure to find out. She took a step forward and asked, "So why did you make a noise of disgust then?" She already did not like the boy despite his resembleance to the Weyrleader.
The girl did not care if he was one of the Weyrleader's children. All she cared about was getting an answer from him. Was he disgusted that she had helped his father wash his Dragon or was it something else entirely? Jeta would find out and she would find out soon. Jeta was not going to use violence, but she was going to bug the boy until he did tell her. Jeta crossed her arms and waited for a response from him.
She realized that she did not even know the boy's name. If R'enh was his father then some of his father's name would be in his name. Jeta made sure to pay attention if the boy said his name. She looked back at Mnoranth and smiled. He seemed to be more polite than his rider's son was. The boy made her shudder and she found that she did not like him at all. Jeta looked back at the boy and said, "You know what. I don't want to know. In fact I want you to stay far away from me." She turned and started to return to R'enh's side so the three of them could finish Mnoranth. She smiled at Stephanie and waited for the Bronze to get out of the water. She liked Stephanie and so she made polite conversation.
"So how do you like cleaning the Weyrleader's Bronze?" Jeta's eyes were alight with happiness, "I like it because it's an honor." She smiled at the Weyrleader. She liked him and he was nice, but he did not interest her beyond that. Jeta needed as many friends as she could get. She whispered to R'enh, "Who was that boy back there? He looks a little like you so I pieced together that he is your son."
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((Sorry Zorenh if my short conversation with your character seemed rude. I was not trying to be))
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Post by Ziza on Sept 20, 2010 21:00:16 GMT -5
Large water basin in one hand and a basket of fresh fruit in the other, Ziza made her way across the large open space of the bowl to a spot she had coined her 'niche'. Tucked away near the tiny lake, the space was just large enough for her to spread out her things and begin work.
Today she had been given the task of dicing up the fruit for the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman. At first she had been taken aback by the assignment, but had quickly pulled on her big girl panties and accepted it. It wasn't as if she hadn't diced fruit before. Considering the other dishes she'd had the misfortune of making, tossing together a fruit salad would be simple.
....Or so she thought.
After laying out a blanket, her basin and basket filled with fruit, Ziza sat down on the ground, her large tan skirt pooling around her legs as she tucked them under herself. Comfortable, she looked around the bowl. A large dragon was being bathed a few feet away. She was seated far enough away to avoid being splashed. Score one for Ziza! Taking in the immense size of the bronze, she smiled to herself as she turned her attention to the other people within the bowl.
There, perched on a log in the distance, was a boy she didn't know. He looked intently at the dragon, but didn't move to step any closer. Definitely not a dragonrider, she thought to herself. They couldn't resist helping each other tend to one another's dragons. It had to be some sort of sworn duty signed in blood. I'll wash your dragon if you help wash mine! She could imagine large burly men saying to each other as they held out huge bloody hands. What a large ceremony that would invoke! Ziza shook her head to clear these ridiculous thoughts away. She had to stop day dreaming.
Looking away from the dark-haired boy, Ziza turned her attention to another. This boy stood near the feeding pins. She had never seen someone with such flaming red hair before; and long hair too. That was rare. And what was that in his hand? Staring ahead at the man, Ziza reached blindly for the handle of the knife to begin her work and found the blade instead. It cut through her skin sending a wave of pain up her arm. Instinctively, she pulled away, crying out in pain.
"Shards!" She hissed under her breath. Sucking at the reddened and now inflamed skin, she hesitantly looked down at her hand and saw that the cut wasn't as bad as it felt. It barely pierced the skin. It hurts though, she thought to herself. Cradling her hand in the other, she sighed miserably. Perhaps she could get a new assignment...like boiling water or washing the dishes. She couldn't do that wrong. Or perhaps she could...
Ziza sighed again. Hopefully no one had noticed.
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Post by zen on Sept 21, 2010 10:10:49 GMT -5
"Was that a sound of disgust I heard?"
"It--"
"Just because I helped the Weyrleader doesn't mean anything."
"You--"
"So why did you make a noise of disgust then?"
"I--"
"You know what. I don't want to know. In fact I want you to stay far away from me."
As she spoke, Zorenh's right eyebrow had risen higher and higher. She stomped away from him, not even giving him a chance to reply.
"Is she serious," he thought. "Are you serious," he yelled out after her. However, she was back to boot-licking the weyrleader. Zorenh just shook his head and shaved another piece of wood off of the stick in his hand. He caught a movement with his peripheral vision and turned to see a girl about his age carrying quite a load for such a little thing. She settled to the ground and began pulling fruit out of the basket. When her head turned his direction, he quickly looked away, returning his gaze to the dragon washing.
When he looked back, she was sucking on a finger, a look of pain on her face, then she examined it. Zorenh got up and walked over to her.
"Sharp fruit," he asked with a playful grin.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Sept 21, 2010 11:19:24 GMT -5
He felt more that saw eyes on him. He was familiar with the feeling and didn’t think much of it. There was a certain amount of celebrity to being the Weyrleader. There were always people in the bowl and across the grounds there were werylings from Chalaraths clutch marching on the ground in formation. He turned from Mnoranths antics in the water to watch them for a few moments.
The dragons were beginning to test their wings and would soon be fluttering from place to place around the weyr. The were growing fast. Soon after they would start their training to fly with theirs aboard and to go /between/. That was the dangerous time. Poor visualization could lose a pair forever and it wasn't uncommon to lose a few. He didn't envy J'lor this part of their training.
It was then that Jeta came over to talk to him but he didn't hear her as he was bum rushed by Renhick.
"Dad, dad. You wont believe it. Me and Felenor found some tunnel snakes and we killed em!" he was jumping up and down grabbing at him.
"What were you doing in the back caves?" Renh laughed. He was going to have to talk to the boys fosterer to make sure she had some control over the kid.
"I'm sorry." he clouded over for a moment but brightened almost immediately. "But the knife you gave me worked great!"
Renh grinned "I didn't mean for you to go hunting tunnel snakes with it!" He remembered his own times running through fields around the Smithcraft Hall when he was about 11. Of course his carefree childhood had ended the next year when he began his apprenticeship to his Master Smith father. His own son didn't know that the knife he now wore in his belt had been Renh's first attempt at a weapon.
He looked back up at the young candidate as he caught the last of her sentence and smiled. "Yes, this is my son Renhick, vanquisher of tunnel snakes."
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Post by L'ryn and Cerbanyth on Sept 21, 2010 17:39:14 GMT -5
"Cerbanyth, be patient!"
Boy was the not-so-little-now blue ever into everything. Already he was into the meat pail before L'ryn could finish cutting up the pieces for him. He'd already had to pull him out of the carcass itself to keep him from gorging on the too big pieces there. "I swear, you and your appetite," he told the dragon.
"You're being slow and I was starving," Cerbanyth replied, managing to steal yet another bit of meat from the pail. "You're far from being starved, big boy," L'ryn told him, petting the dragonet's smooth hide. "Before too long you'll be doing this yourself and you won't need me."
"I always have need of you, L'rynmine," Cerbanyth said, nudging his big blue head against his' leg. The nudge made L'ryn lose his balance a bit and smeared herdbeest blood on his pants leg. "Easy there, love," L'ryn told him. "You're not so small anymore you know." As a show that he wasn't mad at the dragon from nearly making him fall, he gave him a newly carved chunk of herdbeest heart. Cerbanyth had declared that part his favorite.
A sharp curse lit the air, causing both dragon and rider to look over at the source of the sound. L'ryn sort of recognized the girl that had emitted it. They hadn't talked but with him butchering herdbeest and everything he had to do for his dragon, they had seen each other in passing. "Poor girl cut her finger," Cerbanyth told him, seeing as his eye sight was ten times if not more than that of a human. "It happens when you're cutting things," L'ryn replied, going back to his work as a boy he didn't know approached her.
"She was eying you, mine," Cerbanyth told him. "And you're imagining things." That earned him a snort from the dragon, to which he just smiled and went back to work.
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Post by Ziza on Sept 21, 2010 18:30:28 GMT -5
Ziza rubbed one fingertip across her cut. She was testing it to see if it would bleed. If it did she'd have to go to the infirmary to have it patched up. That would slow down her work considerably, but she figured bleeding on the dish would be a larger offense than finishing late. Pressing the skin around it she was pleased to see that no blood flowed out and the longer she let it be the less it hurt. At least she wasn't a complete dunce. She thought miserably to herself. And from the look of it no one had seen her mistake...
"Sharp fruit"
Until now.
Ziza's head shot up and her eyes widened even more---if that were possible. There, standing a few feet from her, was the boy she'd seen sitting on a log. Glancing around him at the log as if she'd see him still sitting there rather than in front of her, she looked back at him and pulled a face.
"Yes. Pears are quite vicious," she murmured, playing along. Seeing him smile made her grin as well, though it was an awkward sort of smile. It felt like she'd been caught eavesdropping on a private lovers chat. Although this situation wasn't quite as taboo, she did feel the slightest bit exposed. Pushing her qualms aside, Ziza remembered her manners and extended her uninjured hand to the stranger.
"Hi. I'm Ziza." She craned her neck to get a better look at his face and what she saw impressed her. He was very good looking, a bit foreboding and dark, but handsome all the same. Most men within the Weyr were; perhaps that was the charm of living within a Weyr---one never grew bored of the goodlooking faces.
"I'm normally not this..." she looked at her sore hand and bit her lip. "...well...I normally don't cook so....yeah." Nice, Ziza. You're on your way to be an amazing conversationalist. "I'm sorry if I bothered you just now."
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Post by zen on Sept 21, 2010 19:29:18 GMT -5
"Yes. Pears are quite vicious."
He laughed as she made a face, but then smiled again when he saw her own awkward one. "Zorehn," he replied, taking her offered hand and squeezing it just enough to be manly. As he let go, he looked down at her, taking the opportunity to see her eyes clearly. Nice. Very nice. Innocent eyes. He wondered if that translated to the rest of her.
"I'm normally not this... well...I normally don't cook so....yeah. I'm sorry if I bothered you just now."
"Don't be stupid," he said. "If you were a bother, I wouldn't have come over." He looked around the shoreline, then spotted what he was after. Walking a short distance away, he picked up a large, flat rock, rinsed it in the water, and carried it back to her, brushing it off on his thigh as he walked. Dropping down next to her, uninvited, he took a piece of fruit and put it on the rock. "You'll cut yourself every time trying to cut it the way you were doing. You need something sturdier." He held up his knife, "hold it like this." His hand moved in front of her so she could see, then he went to work on the fruit, "don't push hard, let the sharpness of the blade do all the work." He cut through it like it was butter. "Now, let's see you try."
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