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Post by Ayla on May 14, 2009 17:39:50 GMT -6
 ---------------------------------------------------------------but she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know [/color] A BABY LIVES IN ALL OUR BONES, SO SCARED TO BE ALONE
---------------------------------------------------------------[/center] Acele had been sleeping. Which wasn't very responsible, being the middle of the day, but she had been up late last night helping the Headwoman. Faranth knew the woman needed a dedicated assistant, not just the first queenrider she came across.
Due to her escapades, she had not actually gotten to bed until a candlemark after midnight, long after most of the Weyr was quiet. She was still tired at almost noon. Staying up late did that to her. It was never easy, but she stayed upright better than some people she knew, who practically fell asleep standing up.
Acele was awoken when a high-pitched screech came from Teyrath's couch. The copper stared at Ellie, who was picking herself up, having been tossed across the room from Teyrath's neck. Sharding flit, stay away! the dragon screamed. Ellie knew better than to go back right away, so she flew to her seldom-used perch on Acele's shoulders. "It's alright, Ellie," she said. It is most definitely not alright! The sharding flit is a menace! Teyrath said, although her anger was quickly fading.
Acele started to crawl back to bed. You're not going back to bed, Mine. You were supposed to wash me today, [/i] Teyrath reminded. Acele threw up her hands and groaned. Must I? she asked, but she still walked to her chest of clothing and put on loose black pants and a fitted plaid shirt. She also grabbed a pot of oil and a few rags. Let's go, Acele said. Teyrath walked out to the ledge and knelt down to let Acele mount. Without riding straps, it was significantly more difficult, but she got up without injury. Teyrath took off and glided down to the lake, careful not to make any sudden motions that might knock Acele off. Ellie followed close behind, despite Teyrath's discouragement. Teyrath landed a dragonlength from the beach to let Acele off. As soon as her rider was safely on the ground, Teyrath took off again and flew to the center of the lake, where she dropped in like a rock. Acele watched for a minute, enthralled by the beauty of Hers. It seemed to her that nothing else could ever match, or even come close to, Teyrath. Mine, stop daydreaming and come oil me! Teyrath commanded. Acele grabbed the oil and a rag and walked to the now-soaking copper. She put the pot down and scooped out a handful before beginning work on Hers. [/blockquote] --------------------------------------------------------------- tagged open!
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Post by Sorren on May 21, 2009 14:52:58 GMT -6
Cadel's brow furrowed as he peaked out the door of the 22nd room of the Candidates barracks. The screech of a dragon had interrupted his 5th straight day of cleaning the barracks, a task he was beginning to resent. Not that he had the right to complain, he had after all volunteered himself to the task. The hall was empty, he didn't know why he would suspect otherwise. Somewhere in the back of his mind he considered the fact that it might have been a firelizard. The more rational side deduced that to a poor excuse.
Giving a loud yawn he stretched. It was about time for a break anyhow, plus their was a chance that major Weyr drama was going on. After spending years of avoiding Weyr related issues, he seemed to be trying desperately to make up for lost time. He had already found out that the Hold's rumor's about an upcoming clutch were not true, to his dismay, as well as the fact that there was serious possibilities of the return of thread.
Throwing the rag back into the bucket he headed outside. The midday sun was strong, and soon after he left the barracks he missed the cool stone structure. He had deducted that a shrill of such depth pitch must belong to a female of a dragon, and to his relief the dragon in question was bathing. The lake's waters would do well to dispense the summer heat.
When he reached the lake he did not dive in, as he usually did during the summer, but watched from the shore. Being surrounded by dragons for the past 5 days did nothing to lessen the awe that he felt for the beasts, particularly the queens. As the dragon emerged from the water, he held his breath. Chiding himself for feeling too much like a young hold brat he successfully reminded himself to breath, though the childish smile was still plastered on his face.
"She's gorgeous," he muttered to himself, green eyes transfixed on the copper beast.
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Post by Ayla on May 21, 2009 17:02:13 GMT -6
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Acele had managed to oil all the way up Teyrath's leg, which was a feat considering she didn't have a stepstool today. Right... there, perfect... the copper told Hers.
Ellie was splashing in the shallows, enthralled with the little waves Teyrath produced as she moved. The green was transfixed, and would remain that way for a while. She squealed each time a particularly large wave came her way.
Without Acele noticing, a brown-haired boy approached. Teyrath turned a questioning eye on him, but said nothing to Hers. No need to distract her from the oiling. Therefore, when he spoke, Acele jumped in surprise.
I know I'm gorgeous. But, if you don't start oiling again, Mine, my hide will crack and then where will we be? Stuck here because we can't go between, that's where, Teyrath grumped. Acele giggled quietly, then turned to speak to the newcomer.
"She says thank you." I most certainly did NOT! "This is Teyrath, and I'm Acele. You're a Candidate, right? What do you hope to Impress?" Acele said. Mine! You are not oiling! Teyrath reminded. Acele adjusted herself so she was still looking at Cadel, but could reach up to oil as per Teyrath's request.
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Post by Sorren on May 21, 2009 18:43:13 GMT -6
A light flush of red burned behind his freckled face. He didn’t realize that the dragon’s could understand him. He knew of course that they could communicate with their riders, but he assumed that the communication was only mental. He tilted his head down in embarrassed, until the woman asked him a question
“Impress?” he looked back up, his head tilted in thought, as he diverted his eyes. “I haven’t really thought about it.” Of course he’d love to have a bronze and be the Weyrleader that saves Pern from thread like the ancient legends of F’lar, but that was a fools dream. The choice of dragon colour hadn’t really crossed his mind. He was still coming to terms with the fact that he would be standing on the hatching sands next time there was a clutch.
The silence that had filed the wake of his last statement was broken by the splashing antics of the flit. When he realized that he had become lost in thought his face took on an even brighter glow. “I don’t really think I mind what colour I impress,” if I impress, he added the last part mentally. There was no reason to voice his doubts, he was already enough of a dim glow. “I’m Cadel, by the way,” he bowed his head slightly, in respect for the queen rider.
Shifting his feet in the water he watched the woman attempt to hold a conversation and oil the massive creature at the same time. A task that looked most onerous. “Would you like some help,” he gestured to the dragon. “Would she let me help?” he asked a bit more timidly his eyes crossing over the massive size of the beast wondering how anyone would be able to achieve such a massive task on their own.
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