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Post by Darvin on Feb 28, 2011 12:47:46 GMT -5
He smiled, and answered, softly, "Green. A lighter green; Viridian, almost." He pondered, a moment, and looked down at her face. He reached up, and gently caressed her cheek with his hand, his own eyes closing, as if he were trying to see her as she had sees him - And smiling, slightly, as his mind tried to match the sensations of the different parts of her face to his memory of her features.
His left hand, his free hand, stroked lightly down her arm, feeling the soft skin of the back of her forearms, and up to her shoulder, before caressing back down. His eyes squinted slightly, in concentration, as he tried to match the sensation of touch to her appearance, and found his memory of her appearance wasn't nearly so comprehensive as he'd rather hoped it would be.
After a long moment, he smiled, and opened his eyes. One way to fix that, eh?
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Post by Evelie on Mar 2, 2011 23:27:46 GMT -5
Green. They must be stunning. Smiling, she slowly brought her fingers down from his face to rest on his shoulders again, a flash of surprise on her own face at the feel of his hand on her cheek, outlining features she hadn’t seen in...
The melancholy that always came with the memories was immediately and instantly banished by his other hand going down her arm. “That tickles,” she squirmed a little, giggling. She took a breath and hesitantly, reluctantly, suggested, "Should we keep walking?" She grinned. "If we linger in this hallway much longer, we might start attracting attention."
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Post by Darvin on Mar 4, 2011 0:46:05 GMT -5
He chuckled, "Attention? Oh, a little attention is never a bad thing, I think, personally..." Loud, rapid footsteps came from behind them, with a hurried question, "Where's Darvin?"
He turned, and glanced down the hallway, as a harried-looking young man in the Hold livery came around the corner, nodding thanks to someone out of sight... And coming up just short of the couple. "Ahm... Darvin, sir?" His cheeks were flushed from exertion, blue eyes bright. He's hardly old enough to be a Candidate. He muffled a slight snort of amusement, sliding his arm over Evelie's shoulder, as he turned to face the boy fully.
"Can I... Help you?" He quirked a brow, his lips in a warm, energetic smile.
"Yes, sir. The Conclave would like to speak to you!"
Darvin stiffened, sharply, and closed his eyes. "Oh... Well, Shells."
And what an understatement that was.
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Post by Evelie on Mar 4, 2011 22:17:56 GMT -5
Evie looked curiously at the direction of footsteps as she felt Darvin turn, tensing a little in alarm at the hurried question. Whoever was looking for him was in a rush to find him, which made her uneasy. She relaxed a little at the feel of Darvin’s arm on her shoulder, grinning at his amusement, wondering what was funny.
"The Conclave would like speak to you!"
She quietly gasped, her arm anxiously reaching around Darvin’s waist as he stiffened. They must have made their decision. She heartily agreed with Darvin’s sentiment - Shells. She was suddenly nervous, and she wasn’t even the one up for Lord Holder. Taking a breath, she forced herself to relax, arm remaining reassuringly around him. “Should I wait for you?”
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Post by Darvin on Mar 7, 2011 12:21:26 GMT -5
"You may accompany him. The Chambers are opened, now that a decision has been reached." The young boy fidgeted in place, as if anxious and impatient.
Darvin fell into step behind the boy, guiding Evelie along with him. His grip was firm, and still, as if the tension had frozen all muscles but his legs.
The Conclave chamber was not far away, and the walk only took a few minutes. He moved her near a wall, and moved to guide her hand to it. "We're here," he whispered. "I'll return as soon as this is done. You'll be able to listen from here. There's a small bench next to you, if you would like to sit." His words were soft, flowing, but it seemed a hurried flow; a minor torrent, as nerves slightly sped his words.
"Is that alright?"
Inside, a soft voice cleared its' throat, indicating Darvin should enter.
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Post by Evelie on Mar 10, 2011 0:54:35 GMT -5
She wanted to say something to ease his tension, but was unable to think of anything helpful. Every comment that came to her seemed trite, so she said nothing. They arrived sooner than she thought they would. She smiled to herself as he placed her hand on a wall, listening to his nervousness. It was a strange thing to try to picture.
“I will be fine. Don’t worry.” As if to emphasize this, she found the bench and sat with what she hoped was a serene expression on her face, even folding both of her hands delicately in her lap. He had enough to worry about without being distracted by her. Taking a deep breath to calm her own nerves, she readied herself to listen attentively, unwilling to miss the slightest detail.
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Post by Darvin on Mar 14, 2011 9:41:43 GMT -5
There was a long moment of silence; Total, except for the slight brush of his feet against the floor. Finally, even that stopped, and no voices came for a long moment.
Inside, Darvin stared up at the Conclave, patient, and resolute. Their leader, a gray-haired, leather-faced Master Blacksmith, locked eyes with Darvin, forcing a brief, almost confrontational moment, as if he dared him to speak. As the moment finally passed, he cleared his throat, and began to speak, the unusual formalities rough on his tongue. "Darvin, formerly D'vin, formerly Bronzerider, atop the Bronze Regolth, formerly of Ista Weyr, you had set aside those responsibilities in light of the need for experienced leaders at the birth of Dragon Hold, had you not?"
"I have, sir." His voice was clear, and calm, his hands clasped, tightly, behind his back.
"Darvin, formerly Groundskeeper of Dragon Weyr, have you also set aside these responsibilities, in light of potential need for a new Lord Holder?"
"Yes, sir, I have." His shoulders sunk, just slightly, as if a great weight was piling upon them; Though it would not show on his face.
"Darvin, you have been nominated to the position of Lord Holder of the Dragon Hold. Is this correct?"
"Yes, sir. That is so."
A long silence followed, as the Master Blacksmith visibly gathered himself, the finery of the words flowing forth with something like normalcy.
"Darvin, you have been offered the position of Lord Holder, Dragon Hold. This is a most unusual appointment, as you are a former Dragonrider, however, your exceptional skill in leadership, your dignified record, and the respect in which the people of Hold and Weyr view you are qualities that we require for the position of Lord Holder. If you accept this position, you will become Lord Holder over the Dragon Hold, and on your shoulders rest the hopes and dreams of the last Hold of Pern." His voice carried a tone of finality, and the slight departure from the normal phrasing only reinforced the weight of his verdict.
Before him, Darvin's shoulders squared, as he took a deep breath, steadying. Finally, he knelt.
"I do so accept, before this Conclave, before this Hold, and before the First Shell, and do also swear to uphold the position of Lord Holder, and the leadership of this Hold; I dedicate myself wholly to the welfare and maintenance of the people therein, and to their happiness, and well-being." He bowed his head.
After a reaching silence, empty of even slight sound, a low sussurration built. It began with the slight rustling of the papers in the Master Blacksmith's hands, and shifted to small whispers all around the Conclave, and the slight sounds of movement, like the brush of wind through trees.
"Rise, then, Darvin, Lord Holder of Dragon Hold, the last Hold of Pern, and may your reign be long and prosperous." The ancient blessing of a new leadership sealed the occasion, and Darvin stood, inclining his head briefly, gratefully, before he turned, and stepped briskly toward Evelie, his steps smooth, but quick, as he approached. Across his face was a broad grin, though his shoulders felt tense as a steel rod.
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Post by Evelie on Mar 14, 2011 23:46:30 GMT -5
Evie fidgeted a little as she anxiously listened to the Conclave go through Darvin's former responsibilities, wishing they would just do away with ceremony and hurry up to -
"Darvin, you have been offered the position of Lord Holder, Dragon Hold."
She gasped. The weight of the Conclave's offer did not escape her, the responsibility would be greater than any Lord Holder before, but it was all in the back of her mind. She was too busy being overjoyed.
As she listened to him accept his new position, it was all she could do to keep silent, a huge smile on her face. The sound of quick footsteps came toward her and she stood, fully intending to throw her arms around Darvin as soon as she knew he was in front of her. If she could see, she would have rushed to meet him. As it was, a small thread of prudence told her to wait for him, barely able to contain her excitement, positively beaming.
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