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Topic Started: Feb 15 2018, 06:38 PM (103 Views)
The Bounce
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Akinyi had heard the phrase 'curiousity'll kill the feline' on more than one occasion, though she wasn't sure quite what it was alluding to. For one, how in all of Pern did a feeling kill something? A simple thought, she knew, but it didn't seem worth the effort of more complex thinking, really.

Secondly, what on Pern was wrong with curiousity as a feeling, anyway? So long as you weren't being nosy about people's things, the little Candidate didn't see how it could have any negative associations at all. If anything, it seemed like a remarkably helpful trait to have -- didn't curiousity help people find new things, think up new things, consider new things? Didn't seem like the world would function too well without it.

And of course, there was the most obvious factor, one she'd considered for a long time before biting the bullet and indulging her burning desire to know more: if curiousity was indeed a killer, it was a poor one. Because she wasn't dead yet, and should have been Turns ago if there was any logic in this whole, ridiculous concept.

Still, she had hesitated at first. Only, mind, because of the manner in which the Hatching Sands was spoken of. Reverently, sometimes in hushed tones, a hallowed, almost sacred ground where prayers were answered and shattered and instinct was lordly consort to blood's Queen. A place Akinyi had only heard of in stories about the campfire at night, some with truth to them and some clearly old wive's tales.

She'd questioned others about it, once she was certain she wasn't about to be eaten should she step foot out of the Candidate Barracks and/or the relative safety Karnial and Bremorth's presence (surprisingly) offered her. Of course she had. But even then, the diminutive girl-child had been dissatisfied.

After all, this was the place she'd be ending up at some point. And even if dragonets were far smaller than the adults she'd seen, the scout in her needed to at least know something of what was going to be put before her.

And so here she was. Peering cautiously into the empty Grounds from her vantage point at the entrance. Taking in the wide ocean of sand, the groove and dale of every particle disturbed over time by nature and, more recently she imagined, by an errant dragon here and there. Maybe a fire lizard too; if the Sands were indeed as comfortable as intended in their purpose, it wouldn't surprise her if the little draconic cousins sometimes used them too.

Kin glanced back briefly, and after a long moment and a deep breath, slipped into the cavern.

And felt she understood, if only on the most base level, why people sometimes spoke of the place in hushes.

It wasn't the immensity that did it, or even the dim lighting. It wasn't even the rows of seating, up and up and up into darkness, or the faint, mysterious burn of the sand through the soles of her boots (a precaution taken after one too many comments about the heat of the blasted place). It wasn't even quite the air itself, though that seemed the closest to an answer for the pressure of the place at present. As if lingering on stories before, and stories to come, she mused, even as she crinkled her nose at her own wild imaginings.

In fact, Kin wasn't entirely sure what it was, bar it being a feeling, one as indecipherable as curiousity. More so. It made her exhale a breath she hadn't even known she'd been holding, and lean against the wall behind her with something like wonder on her plump features.

Wyn of Graphite Nespeth (Wingsecond, Coal Wing)
S'an of Black Pliadeth (Sardonyx Weyrling)
Bectie of Brown Bectisk (Patrol/Guard)
Jassi of Blue Jassisk (Patrol)
Riryn (Weyrbrat)
Samiko (JWN Healer)
Neela (JWN Beastcrafter)
Kirran (Candidate)
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Istioth raised his head, slightly tilted as he considered the scene below. Weyrlings played in the bowl, unaffected as yet by the incipient famine, older dragons lounged on ledges and the rim and, at the hatching cavern entrance, a shape moved. He zeroed in on this movement, there were no eggs on the sands and it was unusual to see people just popping in and out. Aha, one of the candidates. She'd do no harm, not if she hoped to Impress but, he supposed, he should let Kirtesh know. She'd probably be grouchy as she was napping, but she should know.

Kirtesh, I hate to disturb your slumbers his voice was rich with suppressed laughter if you could stop drooling onto my back for a few moments, there's a candidate in the hatching grounds.

Kirtesh shot upright. "Wan't drooling" she stretched, wiping her mouth with her hand to be sure, glaring at the delighted blue and green eye that was turned upon her as Istioth fixed her with an amused gaze. "Stop that" she smacked him gently on the snout, laughing as he sneezed indignantly and withdrew his head. "A candidate in the hatching grounds you said? Which one?"

He sent her the image and she nodded. "Come on then, we'll go make sure all is ok." How long had she napped, she wondered. The sun didn't seem to have moved that much. She'd only meant to sit up in the waning sun for a little, she was so cold these days. Shorter rations would do that, she supposed. She sat up from her lounge, and snapped her chest rig to Istioth's harness, just in time as the blue threw himself off the rim, gliding downwards to land softly outside the hatching cavern's entrance.

"Wait here, I'll go in and check all is ok, don't want you trampling about and scaring anyone." Istioth nudged her in gentle rebuke and she clapped him on the shoulder. "I'll be right out."

Her soft step and wish to not disturb the candidate too much conspired to make her silent as one of the felines that slunk about, and the candidate, Akinyi she thought, was unaware of her presence. She'd normally have cleared her throat but it seemed like a solemn moment that shouldn't be disturbed. When the girl leaned back against the wall and exhaled loudly, Kirtesh spoke, smiling to ease any worries.

"It gets you like that doesn't it, all the years and hatchings past, they seem to pile up."
Edited by Red, Apr 5 2018, 08:26 AM.
Candidates:
Marlach
Weyrlings:
Miyaro, Grey Feliceth, Blue Fitch and Green Fliss : P'tir, Bronze Jaerth and Obsidian Spook
Dragonriders:
M'thos, Blue Sidaminth and Blue Cullie : Tr'fen, Blue Tunith and Green Chitter : F'tir and Blue Kirtoth : Kirtesh and Blue Istioth : K'thar, Green Yravith, Brown Flip and Pyrite Glint : M'ran, Brown Wrath and Green Mimic : G'rev, Green Beeklath and Blue Sky
Wherhandlers:
Riza, Blue Risk and Brown Reese
Wher Candidates:
Maren and Green Whisp
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The Bounce
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She could almost imagine the baby dragons-- dragonets, that's what they're called, she reminded herself -- stumbling about on the Sands, and the eggs...though she'd never seen the former in her entire life, so it required quite a bit of imagination, and the latter came to her mind as oversized wherry eggs (which was just strange, considering she knew what fire lizard eggs looked like).

In the end, what came to mind was a whole host of the only two dragons she'd ever seen up super close-- the Green who'd Searched her, and Grey Bremorth. Smaller versions of them bumbling about, the entire imaginary clutch a myriad of grey and green, and Kin giggled a little despite herself, before promptly jumping half out of her skin at the voice.

"I wasn't touchin'!" Though what she could touch apart from the Sands, she wasn't quite sure, but that had been the first thing that had come out of her mouth when the woman -- with the same knots Karnial's shoulder sported, she vaguely noted with a little dread -- had spoken. Kin winced as her voice echoed, her cheeks immediately flushing dark burgundy when she realised she was being smiled at rather than scolded for being...well, here.

There was nowhere and no-one to duck behind, unfortunately, and so Kin simply clasped her hands behind her, the wall her support as she leant back against it and viewed Kirtesh with mildly dubious, if curious appraisal for a long moment.

The woman (of course) proved discinclined to bite, though, and the young Candidate eventually relaxed, too-thin shoulders slumping with a sigh, though her cheeks puffed some in reproach at the woman for scaring her. It wasn't a very nice thing to do.

"S'that what it is? All them hatchings hangin' about like fire smoke?"
Wyn of Graphite Nespeth (Wingsecond, Coal Wing)
S'an of Black Pliadeth (Sardonyx Weyrling)
Bectie of Brown Bectisk (Patrol/Guard)
Jassi of Blue Jassisk (Patrol)
Riryn (Weyrbrat)
Samiko (JWN Healer)
Neela (JWN Beastcrafter)
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Kirtesh had to restrain the urge to jump backwards as the candidate's voice rang out. Colour flushed her face, she certainly hadn't expected to scare the girl and the chiding voice of her dragon didn't help.

Look now, you've scared the poor thing.

It's not like it was purposeful, and I DID smile!

She raised her hands, a sheepish grin creeping across her face, and spoke in a reassuring tone (she hoped)

"And there's nothing to be touching, so we'll let you off with it shall we?" She dropped her hands to her sides, the motion sending a rustling noise echoing across the empty sands. She shivered, gooseflesh raising on her arms, and hugged her arms to herself instead.

"Like fire smoke?" She looked around the cavern and back to Akinyi. "Yes, something like that. Not visible though, but you feel the hatchings past, I'm sure of it." She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial level. "Sometimes I get the feeling I'm being watched in here." She looked to the entrance. "Although it could just be nosy dragons..."

Slowly Istioth peered around the entrance way. His head was lowered and, Kirtesh mused, if he was a canine, he'd have been doing that ingratiating tail wagging they all did when they were caught doing wrong.

"I told you to stay there, didn't I!"

I wanted to be sure she was ok came the carefree answer, echoing with a resonance that she thought meant he was talking to the candidate also. specially after you scared the poor girl half to death. And she feels like she feels this place properly, that's interesting enough...

Suddenly, Kirtesh realised that, while she knew the girl's name, or at least thought she did, she may not know hers. Flipping both hands up in a gesture of defeat, Kirtesh gave a dramatic sigh.

"I suppose I'd better do some introductions. I'm Kirtesh, and this is Istioth. I THINK you're Akinyi, but I don't recall having any lessons with you yet..."
Candidates:
Marlach
Weyrlings:
Miyaro, Grey Feliceth, Blue Fitch and Green Fliss : P'tir, Bronze Jaerth and Obsidian Spook
Dragonriders:
M'thos, Blue Sidaminth and Blue Cullie : Tr'fen, Blue Tunith and Green Chitter : F'tir and Blue Kirtoth : Kirtesh and Blue Istioth : K'thar, Green Yravith, Brown Flip and Pyrite Glint : M'ran, Brown Wrath and Green Mimic : G'rev, Green Beeklath and Blue Sky
Wherhandlers:
Riza, Blue Risk and Brown Reese
Wher Candidates:
Maren and Green Whisp
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Kin wrinkled her nose in response to the notion of being let off of being in trouble, likely because now things had calmed, she wasn't quite sure what exactly she'd been panicking over getting into trouble for. She felt a mite foolish in hindsight, actually, because Kirtesh was right -- there was nothing here, not even a shard of egg, that she could be accused of harming.

The situation moved on, though, and as she was rather terrible at pondering too long about a large portion of things (unless they were particularly interesting), Kin moved on with it. She might bring up what had happened later on to Denina, maybe to make her new friend and room mate laugh or at least hear what she had to say, if only because Denina liked to talk and seemed, to a girl like Kin who'd come from the most simple of lives, quite wise at times. Or in the least, brought in another set of thoughts. That could be helpful, she knew, and much appreciated...provided you didn't bring too many sets of thoughts in.

'Well, so much for not ponderin'... The little Candidate shook her head a bit, sheepishly trying without being too obvious about it to catch up with what the woman -- Kirtesh, that was this Master's name -- was now talking about. Though that too immediately flew out of her mind at the appearance of a big, blue face, and there was no holding back the big, toothy grin that erupted in Istioth's general direction.

"Kin's fine," she assured Kirtesh. If a little absently, though she'd be impressed later at the apparently good memory on the woman. Right now though, Istioth was the apple in her eye; the girl stepping forward with nary a moment's wariness to reach out to the blue.

"I ain't seen a blue up close before. Only seen Bremorth and the green that Searched me." Another step or two forward, and then the girl paused a moment, before lowering her hands with a sheepish look. "Sorry, can I touch you...him?"
Wyn of Graphite Nespeth (Wingsecond, Coal Wing)
S'an of Black Pliadeth (Sardonyx Weyrling)
Bectie of Brown Bectisk (Patrol/Guard)
Jassi of Blue Jassisk (Patrol)
Riryn (Weyrbrat)
Samiko (JWN Healer)
Neela (JWN Beastcrafter)
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The girl seemed pretty distand, but not in a mean way. Kirtesh mused. It wasn't rudeness, she felt, but the hatching grounds weren't the best place for concentration. After a few moments the candidate at least gave her a name to work with, at least her studies had paid off as she'd gotten it right.

"Kin" Kirtesh repeated, attempting to seat the name firmly in her mind. "Well then, Kin..." She cut herself off, plainly the girl wasn't going to hear her, not with the huge grin that had spread over her face at the sight of Istioth who was stretching out his head to the girl with not a hint of remorse, who suddenly dropped her hands with a sheepish look and spoke.

"Oh, yes, feel free please. He'll be insufferable if you don't!" She spoke at the same time as Istioth and she didn't have a single second where she thought she'd be heard first, and a smile crept onto her lips.

I'd be insulted if you didn't. I did come in to see if you were alright, after all. His eyes whirled, blue and delighted green, as he stretched his nose out far enough to reach the candidate's lowering hands.
I have the most dreadful itch on my left eyeridge, if you wouldn't mind?

Of all the blues in the Weyr for a candidate to meet first, it HAD to be Istioth...
Edited by Red, Apr 16 2018, 02:43 AM.
Candidates:
Marlach
Weyrlings:
Miyaro, Grey Feliceth, Blue Fitch and Green Fliss : P'tir, Bronze Jaerth and Obsidian Spook
Dragonriders:
M'thos, Blue Sidaminth and Blue Cullie : Tr'fen, Blue Tunith and Green Chitter : F'tir and Blue Kirtoth : Kirtesh and Blue Istioth : K'thar, Green Yravith, Brown Flip and Pyrite Glint : M'ran, Brown Wrath and Green Mimic : G'rev, Green Beeklath and Blue Sky
Wherhandlers:
Riza, Blue Risk and Brown Reese
Wher Candidates:
Maren and Green Whisp
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It was hard not to make assumptions when you'd been exposed so little before now to something so revered, though Kin felt she was having those assumptions -- both her own and those impressed upon her by those she'd grown up with -- cast off at a rather dizzying rate. Not that it was a bad thing, though it was certainly confronting on occasion; she'd definitely had her share of little moments already, which made her doubly glad for the people who'd decided to ally with her...or perhaps in the case of someone like Karnial, in the position she was in, it was more of a 'taking care of you' thing.

She almost felt the need to shake her head free of the feeling-- or feelings, rather, sometimes...at least once a day. Probably not at the moment though, considering Istioth now had near on the little Candidate's undivided attention-- if doing quite a job of casting not one, but two of the aforementioned assumptions she'd made about dragons aside in the process. For a start, she'd been told somewhere at some point in her travels that Blue dragons were quite prim...and considering she currently had near on an armful of said coloured dragon's head taking up her line of vision -- like a really, really big runner foal, kinda, well. It was only slightly less startling than being spoken to in her mind yet again by one of them, though Kin was more than willing to step up and deal with that itchy spot for Istioth once the initial concern at being headbutted or trodden on abated (along with the initial surprise), even giggling a little as she was forced on to her tippy-toes to do so.

"I kinda got told that dragons were the same as their 'riders, but a lot of them seem pretty...uh, individual, maybe? But I got told they didn't like talking to other people too, and I had Bremorth and Samith give me one hec of a fright when they first did it." Kirtesh was given a sunny, if slightly cheeky grin, to go along with that rather blithe admittance to fear. Better out than in, after all, and Kin had long decided that particular phrase didn't just apply to the times her brother or the other boys in their van had engaged in belching competitions.

"Is it just Candidate Master's and Search Rider's dragons that are more talkative, then?
Wyn of Graphite Nespeth (Wingsecond, Coal Wing)
S'an of Black Pliadeth (Sardonyx Weyrling)
Bectie of Brown Bectisk (Patrol/Guard)
Jassi of Blue Jassisk (Patrol)
Riryn (Weyrbrat)
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Kirtesh smiled as Kin reached up to deal with Istioth's itch, a small laugh breaking from her as the blue crooned his relief, twisting his head to the delightful scratching fingers could reach another part of his head.

"I'm going to assume he's in need of oiling if he's that itchy" she mused, partly to herself. She observed the interaction, for not having met a blue yet, even if she'd met others, the candidate was taking it all in her stride. Kirtesh regarded Istioth curiously. He loved youngsters and whilst he'd never Searched a candidate yet... She'd watch this one closely.

Kin had spoken whilst she was musing, Istioth relayed what had been said and she cocked her head to the side slightly, thinking.

"Well, you get told a lot that you find out for yourself wasn't entirely right. Some dragons do resemble their riders, some are as individual as you could ask for. Istioth..." She snorted at his rumble of response. "Well, he is very definitely Istioth!"

Well, I'd hardly be anyone else would I The blue flipped his nose a little in amusement, then returned to the scratching. Right jaw, if you please?

Kirtesh returned Kin's smile, she liked this candidate, not many would admit fear. She rubbed at her jaw, half thinking, half in response to Istioth's itch.

"I know some talkative dragons who aren't Candidate masters or Search, but it seems almost like they are drawn to such positions." She threw her own cheeky grin at Kin. "It does help break the ice, even if it does scare some candidates on occasion. They don't stay scared long with a dragon this invested in them though!"

She wondered again if Istioth was sensing what Search dragons sensed. He liked youngsters, but rarely did he bother them to excess.

"Do tell him to shove off if he gets to be bothersome" she slapped the blue shoulder in reassurance. "He can be overly needy when he gets someone's attention. More green than blue this lad!"
Candidates:
Marlach
Weyrlings:
Miyaro, Grey Feliceth, Blue Fitch and Green Fliss : P'tir, Bronze Jaerth and Obsidian Spook
Dragonriders:
M'thos, Blue Sidaminth and Blue Cullie : Tr'fen, Blue Tunith and Green Chitter : F'tir and Blue Kirtoth : Kirtesh and Blue Istioth : K'thar, Green Yravith, Brown Flip and Pyrite Glint : M'ran, Brown Wrath and Green Mimic : G'rev, Green Beeklath and Blue Sky
Wherhandlers:
Riza, Blue Risk and Brown Reese
Wher Candidates:
Maren and Green Whisp
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