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Topic Started: Dec 26 2017, 10:22 PM (120 Views)
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"Oh, no fardlin' way."

Lowen stood at the entrance of the water cavern with her arms limp at her sides, turning her head right, then left, then right again. "I can't believe it," she said, craning her neck to look up and over one shoulder, up at Lerriloth. He hovered behind her, and loomed well above her, and his face wore a look of similar shock, even with its more inflexible draconic features.

It's completely empty. His voice conveyed the same sort of mild surprise as a stare punctuated by a single blink.

"We musta timed it just right," Lowen said, still looking around, though she started down toward the beach. "It's kinda early, I guess. But not that early. Like, maybe everyone's got drills."

It seems highly unlikely that everyone is busy all at once. But I don't think we're missing any kind of assembly or anything—I would have heard. Lerriloth slithered into the water, sending large ripples rolling out across the lake. He settled in with a sigh, until only his head and sinuous neck poked above water, and he propelled out to the center of the lake with a single push of his hind legs against the bottom. How extraordinarily lucky.

"I ain't never had this place to myself before!" Lowen exclaimed, ginning after her dragon. She slung her bag off her shoulder and dropped it to the sand, then stripped to her underclothes. Then she dug into the bag, pulling out a sack of sweetsand and a brush. "C'mere, Lerri!" she shouted, wading into the water. "Lemme get that itchy spot behind your shoulder, it's been drivin' me nuts!"

You nuts? It's my skin.

"I can still feel it! C'mere!"
Edited by Iradial, Dec 26 2017, 10:23 PM.
O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
Rosinthew : Candidate
Khola : Weyrfolk
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Oh, come now, a bath will do you as much good as it does me. Cease your whinging.

Uh. Excuse you? I do *not* whinge.

No? Then what would you call it?

Despite her mood (of which was still suffering the after effects of the migraine and the gut wrenching fear that had come on her post-Fort Weyr disaster), Wyn could not fight the twitch to her lips at her life mate's retort. If it could even be called that, for Nespeth had a way, even at her most frustrated, of making even the worst of her disapproving tones sound patient and tolerant with fondness, if not love. Love was a strong word, after all, and whether it was the case or not, Wyn was a jealous enough individual to prefer thinking that as far as Nespeth's giving nature could extend, it only strayed into genuine love when dealing with her rider.

Because some days, it was all the aforementioned, more troubled and bruised than she'd ever let on rider felt she had, really.

I'd call it 'articulating my opinion on the subject confidently'.

Too many words. Let us agree on 'venting constructively' and be done with it.

In other words, their debate was at an end so far as Nespeth was concerned. Surprisingly, Wyn let it be, merely rolling her eyes at the rose and violet coloured bum, tail twitching like a serene feline included, in her field of vision as the Graphite stepped past her, taking the lead on the journey to their destination in a way she rarely did unless she was feeling particularly eager about what was at the end. And of course, a bath and/or a swim was always high on a dragon's list of enjoyable things, no matter the colour.

Wyn was charitable enough to feel a prickle of guilt, mind. She knew all too well that the eagerness was as likely spawned from being out and about with her rider's head clear and intact once more (if still a little sore) as it was the prospect of a bath, even if Nespeth herself would never articulate it as such. The self-sacrificing Graphite would have defied a clutching Gold (or Garnet? Wyn supposed there was more than one clutcher out there now to consider, though it made the joke rather clunky and awkward now) the length of time spent not eating while her rider was confined by illness, if not for the kindness of some of their wing mates in taking the Graphite out to feed in the first place.

(She'd miss some of them, Wyn thought, almost allowing a pang of wistfulness at the thought. Almost. Should she indeed get the raise to greater heights she was more than a little desirous of these days; it wasn't as if she'd never see any of the motley, infuriating crew of Granite Wing that she'd become almost...protective of.)

"Ow--Nessie!"

The Graphite dragoness had stopped while Wyn was lost in thought, and the woman had nearly ended up face first into the aforementioned rose and violet bum she'd been playfully mocking as a result. Rubbing her head more out of habit than anything else, she gazed reproachfully at the delicate head swinging back to look at her, jewelled eyes at least having the grace to look apologetic, if not overly ashamed. A little worried, perhaps, which was nothing new to Nespeth, though Wyn's curiousity was elicited by the fact that rather than worry for whatever was before them (whether in the present or the distant future, in Nespeth's case), it was more concern for how her rider alone might be feeling.

There are others. Lerriloth and his rider.

Despite her relatively amiable, if worn down mood, Wyn twitched a little. Others? At this time of day? Really? She'd only agreed to come down in the first place because usually, one would think there wasn't others at this time of days. Shard it all.

Not that she wasn't more than a little curious, considering Nespeth's response to unfamiliar company tended to be a little more uptight and cautious than the Graphite was currently displaying. A callback to their days at Fort Weyr, for even though the days were long behind and forgotten in detail to a dragon, the subconscious after effects lingered on the psyche. Wyn would never forgive their tormentors that, dead or not, and she could barely care less what others might think of that fact. They hadn't been there.

Mind, a lot was explained once the image of a copper-hued male was supplied, snort included on Nespeth's part at her rider's thoughts -- both the vengeful and the concerned. Another mutated colour, therefore far less a threat to the Graphite than most were.

We can come back later, if you like. I don't mind.

Don't you? You don't mind at all? Wyn arched an eyebrow at her dragon, causing the Graphite to actually scuff a front paw a little.

...I would like a bath very much.

"Thought so. Doesn't matter either way, considering your snorting just then." Wyn sighed aloud, flicking her fingers to urge Nespeth on even as her eye twitched a little at the shout echoing through the chamber upon their entry into the bathing area.

And all the polite ways in which you can tell a person to shut up, go.

Ask them politely to use their indoor voice? Regardless, try to breathe...or at least wait until you've scrubbed my talons before you start an argument. Nespeth was aware of the tenseness travelling from jaw to temple in her rider's skull, though, and not wishing a repeat of the last few days, she ventured a soft, private query to Lerriloth even as she began to nose at the water.

Would your rider mind not yelling for a moment? Please? Mine's head has only stopped aching some little while ago. Nespeth dipped a paw into the water. Behind my left knee always seems to have the most persistent itch, myself.
Edited by The Bounce, Jan 4 2018, 08:41 PM.
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Lerriloth was just wriggling back to shore, trying to stay low in the shallow area where Lowen could reach him best, when he looked over his rider's head and saw the graphite and her rider approaching. There were very few graphite dragons, even at Vaioa, and so this one was especially recognizable, given her bright, rosy hide. Lerriloth did not remember her name though, if he had heard it.

Whether it was her dragon's sudden inattention or some sort of base instinct that alerted her, Lowen twisted to look over one shoulder, and saw the pair approaching.

"Auuuuugghhhh!" It was a very undignified sound that came out of her, some mix between a groan and a growl, and petulant as could be. And loud.

Lerriloth, who had just been about to pass Nespeth's request to Lowen, sighed. Too late, he replied wearily to Nespeth.

"What was that, Lerriloth? Two minutes? Two minutes to ourselves?" Lowen asked, wheeling on the copper. Her hands were propped on her hips, just above water level.

You don't own the water cavern, Lerriloth said, projecting to the new pair as well, since Lowen hadn't bothered to hide her thoughts from them. She asks that you please do not shout. Her rider just got over a headache.

Lowen turned on the graphite at her rider, green eyes narrowing in on the woman, resentment prickling. "What? But I was here first! That means I get to set how this here water cavern's gonna be today. I set the noise level at loud, so anyone who comes in after me can take it or leave it."

Lerriloth snorted. That is not a rule!

"Some rules are unspoken. Gravity ain't ever said a sharding word to anyone!"

Lerriloth aimed a long-suffering look at the graphite. I'm sorry, he said to her, blocking out his bristling rider for the moment. I messed up. I shouldn't have said anything to her. She probably would have quieted on her own, but she's very contrarian.
Edited by Iradial, Jan 18 2018, 05:52 PM.
O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
Rosinthew : Candidate
Khola : Weyrfolk
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"What in the blazes are you yowling about?"

If she'd been in a better state-- of mind, period -- Wyn might have done them both the courtesy of ignoring the Beryllium's clearly mad 'rider entirely, if only because she had some class...that, and there wasn't enough hours in the day on top of everything else to deal with every mulish...individual, that came along. It didn't take much more than a moment even with a post-migraine hangover to know that Nespeth had asked for her sake, but Wyn couldn't fault her for that, even if she needed a deep breath on the heels of her miffed retort to both settle the new thwack of pain to her right temple and sit on her hands so that she didn't commit an exile-worthy crime off the bat.

That, and Lerriloth had such a nice voice, as nice as Nespeth's really, and Wyn almost could have leaned her bruised and ragged brain into it. Of all the pig-headed-- stupid things to complain about--

Well, we did ask for quiet, Nespeth offered helpfully, though not without sympathy.

You asked if she could lower the decibel a bit, not shut up entirely, Wyn snapped. Politely, I hope.

Aloud, she retorted, "What are you, five?"

Of course. I asked nicely, didn't I? That, to Lerriloth, the Graphite deciding he was definitely the safest of the party now and thus slithering into the water to extend her muzzle in greeting, even as she kept an eye rolled back on her mildly unhappy rider. Would Yours have preferred I ask her personally? I just didn't wish to be rude by asking her outright. Mine has been ill since...since the...explosion, that is all.
Edited by The Bounce, Jan 18 2018, 06:13 PM.
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"As a matter of fact, I am," Lowen said with forceful confidence, as if it vindicated all her actions. The best way to take the power out of an insult was to take ownership of it, to topple the aggressor's expectations. And Lowen had no shame, so taking ownership of the implication that she was a child and was acting childish—well, that was no problem. Turn your head with the punches.

She is, Lerriloth confirmed dryly. Then, back at Nespeth: Oh, yes, please don't worry. You were very polite about it. Lowen is simply... Lowen. Actually, Lowen might have actually reacted better if Nespeth had been bullish and aggressive about it. Lowen had a tendency to respect rudeness. But the damage was already done, so why tell Nespeth that?

That last little confession though...

Don't be a tunnelsnake, Lowen, he snapped to her privately. Her rider has been struggling since Fort.

Lowen opened her mouth, ready to protest—how could this woman blame a headache on a volcanic eruption that happened months ago?—but then she blinked, and shut her mouth. Well. Didn't matter if the headache was real. Memory of the eruption—and the shockwave of grief that swept across Pern in its aftermath—was enough to dampen even her spirits. It was a valid excuse. She guessed.

"But... well... I wouldn't want to shatter your ancient adult brain with these decibels," Lowen added after a moment, wrestling down her desire to annoy. "I guess I can give you... five minutes. These magnificent pipes can't be contained for long." She shrugged and turned back to Lerriloth. "They're too powerful."

That is as good of an offer as you are going to get, Lerriloth said to Nespeth. I am Lerriloth, by the way. This is Lowen.
Edited by Iradial, Feb 8 2018, 09:48 PM.
O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
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Never go for the first response!

That was said so quickly it made even Nespeth's head spin, though the manner in which she'd latched on to a long reinforced adage implanted into Wyn's own brain from a young age was impressive enough that even Wyn had to grudgingly acknowledge it. Which was saying something, considering her immediate reaction to Lowen's recalcitrant boasting was to react in exactly the kind of manner that had gotten red-heads their cliched reputation -- the same cliched reputation Wyn spent time thoroughly despising.

By getting rather angrier again with it, ironically.

But Nespeth (as usual) saved the proverbial forest from going up in flames for the time being, and so Wyn chose to play along somewhat instead (though the irritation still radiated like relentless sun in the middle of the afternoon from her) with the little idiot's game, even pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment in a way reminiscent of how she handled tantrums from her actual, flesh and blood child.

"The wisdom in this ancient, adult brain thanks you for your boon," she said dryly, a little sourly, and definitely not speaking formally for the sake of...well, being about as childish as Lowen herself was being. Never, ever that; it was too much effort wasted, no doubt, and she had bigger fish to be snooty to long-term. "Have you ever considered letting the whole Weyr witness those decibels, by the way? I'm sure the mass effort on your part would be appreciated about this much."

Emphasis on 'this' meaning not at all, but who was she to discourage idiots? They didn't tend to stop being idiots overnight, if ever and frankly, most of them were meant to be big enough and ugly enough to recognise common sense for what it actually was.

Unless what they were doing was hurting their dragon, or wher even -- and Wyn's eyes slid briefly to the handsome Beryllium Nespeth was not quite fawning over (but almost), if only in the confines of her own mind and that of her rider's -- because that was when it was an actual, unforgivable crime. Beyond intolerable, even if her gut did squirm a little still, deep down, at her altercation with the likes of Indamarth's rider so recently over the very same.

I am Nespeth, and this is Wyn. She used to be Wynrian, but she let me change her name so that we could say it easier when we fly against Thread. She can be...compassionate when she actually feels like being so. To Lowen, now she was semi-certain Lerriloth's rider was not going to take it as a capital offence, she offered quietly, If you do plan on letting the Weyr know of your...prowess, I'd be rather grateful if you let Lerriloth give us a five minute warning. I am a little fond of my own brain.
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