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Every Day's Like An Open Door; Elysavet's Arrival [Standalone/Open!]
Topic Started: Aug 9 2015, 04:20 PM (292 Views)
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Copper wings, streaked with bands of dark and light, stretched wide in the sun as a long, sinuous neck stretched out high above. The brilliant sheen of the dragon's hide reflected the unyielding sunlight and the red of the rocks around him in equal measure; with eyes whirling green and blue, it was clear that Zatrivth, at least, was very much at home. Indeed, the massive copper had taken an immediate shine to Vaioa's warmth and rustic charms--and especially its chatty network of greens, who had accepted him rather quickly into their fold when he had introduced himself.

Elysavet, however, was not at home. She peered around her weyr with dismay written plainly across her features. The walls were rough-hewn, and her sheets were not too terribly much better; there were no elegant carvings, no high arched ceilings, no accents of finery, no green plants carefully potted and tended to by indulgent hands... no, all that greeted her wandering eye was red rock and plain, utilitarian furniture.

"So. This is... This is Vaioa, then," she muttered, walking back out onto the ledge to survey the entirety of her domain. Her lip twitched upward into an expression halfway between a sneer and a frown.

Isn't it lovely? It's so warm, and the dragons are so pleasant here! The greens have been very informative, Zatrivth chirped, shifting to fold his forearms comfortably as he allowed his tail to drape off the edge of the stone.

"Lovely is... not the word I would use," Ely retorted, resting her hands on her hips as she pursed her lips. "When they said 'rustic,' I imagined charming little cabins and... and faux wilderness. Not... not backwater bergs and dirty little hovels carved into cliff walls."

Our ledge is quite nice, though! Very sunny, and I have an excellent view of the whole thing. Perfect for keeping in touch with everyone, don't you think?

The young woman regarded her dragon with exasperation, throwing her hands up as she flopped into a sullen sitting position beside him. The copper rumbled a laugh, bringing his enormous muzzle down to gently nudge against her as his eyes whirled bright.

"It's dreadful. I hate everything."

Oh, now, that isn't the attitude to have at all! Our friends are no doubt very happy that you came with them--

"Yes, well--"

--and Fort was getting to be so stifling, nothing interesting to talk about in the least--

"That's true, but--"

--and... this is an excellent opportunity to refresh your wardrobe and buy all sorts of new things to decorate our home with, no?

Elysavet paused at this, finger still raised in the air and mouth perfectly ready to continue telling her eternal optimist of a dragon exactly where he could stick his words. Slowly, however, she brought the finger to her plump lips instead.

"New wardrobe, you say?"

Oh, yes. The greens have told me there are some very fancy humans here. I've no doubt you can find something absolutely splendid to celebrate our new beginnings!

Finally, the young woman laughed, tossing her head back and letting her wavy blonde hair ripple behind her as she patted her copper's foreleg. The dragon rumbled with contentment, one eye closing in an oddly human wink as he carefully folded his wings across his back.

"I hate you, you know."

Oh, I hate you, too, Mine. With all the passion of a thousand suns and a million moons, the copper retorted, laughter in his voice as he nosed at his Rider once more. Perhaps you could greet our neighbors while we're out here? I see a few dragons nearby enjoying the sun.

"Pfft. I'll do one better," Ely replied, getting up and dusting herself off. She winked at her dragon, then cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted--nearly loud enough to rival a bugling dragon--:"Yoo-hoo! New neighbors! I'm having a weyr-warming party!"

That's hardly efficient.

"You do it, then, if you think you're so very clever."

Oh, I am--thank you! Ahem... Excuse me, Vaioans! My Rider, Ely, is having a weyr-warming party! Fort friends, you are especially welcome! New friends, we would love to make your acquaintance. Simply look for Zatrivth! You will recognize me at once, I am sure!

Once the announcement was made, he looked at his Rider with smug satisfaction. Ely gave him a flat look in return, then bubbled over with giggles as she rushed to begin preparing her quarters for what she hoped would be a fantastic turnout. After all, what better way to begin a new life than to throw the best party this horrible little backwater Weyrhold had ever seen?
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Footsteps echoing in the empty rooms, Ismene wandered from Istoth's room, to the sitting room, to the bedroom. All three rooms were connected by doorless entryways. The blackrider had removed the doors upon her arrival, replacing them with beaded curtains that she had received as a moving present from Valnar. He knew she preferred to not have doors between herself and her Istoth. The few personal possessions that the blackpair had brought from Fort had been unpacked, the bed was made with clean sheets and blankets, the wardrobe in the front room stocked with supplies needed to care for Istoth and his straps.

It wasn't Fort, for sure. Nor was Benden, nor the Tanner Hall, nor even Igen Hold. Though, the heat and the desert scenery were very similar to the Hall that she liked to call her first home. There was none of the extravagant finesse that Fort Weyr boasted of. No carvings, less smoothness in the cut of the red stone, no well-worn floors. Ismene liked it. It was as if the crudeness of Vaioa was symbolic, opposing Fort's stifling uptight decorum. Let's hope that the attitudes of the natives are similarly opposing.

Anywhere is preferable to that tunnelsnake's nest of fools and hypocrites, Istoth declared, in a voice loud enough for their neighbors to surely hear. Perhaps loud enough for the entire Weyr to hear. Ismene winced, but she knew better by now to ask Istoth to keep it down. Oh, he would try, for her, but he would eventually slip up. "Loud" was simply who he was.

The former tanner swept aside the curtain dividing her bedroom and Istoth's room, striding across the great floor to stand beside her black on his ledge. Laying a hand on his iridescent shoulder, which was reflecting the bright sunlight in a way that it never had at Fort, she squinted out at the vast expanse of dry brown Weyrbowl. It's like home, Istoth, she told him, presenting him with images of the Hall and its sandy surroundings. He hummed, looking down at her with the utmost love. Such a strange sensation, to be loved as she knew he loved her... It was like nothing she had ever experienced.

The others are settling in well. By the "others," he was referring to his brothers and sisters and their riders. The other members of Fort's "freak" clutch, who had fled the oldest Weyr's intolerance.

What makes you say that? Ismene wondered, just as a familiar shout rose up from their right. Ismene closed her eyes, unwilling to turn and catch Ely's eye. The woman would take that as an acceptance of her invitation. A weyr-warming party? Has she even unpacked? Nothing sounded more exhausting to the blackrider, especially after moving across the continent. Istoth curled his lip up into a smile, his sides heaving with draconic laughter.

Zatrivth, why would they recognize you when they've all been staring at me since our arrival?


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Ely bustled about the room, seeking out the skins of wine and fine little snacks she had brought along for the journey and generally doing all she could think of (save for unpacking all her earthly belongings) to make her Weyr more party-ready. Zatrivth watched her with amusement, only to blink when he was hailed by a familiar voice. He rumbled at the black's words, lips drawing back in a grin as his eyes whirled bright greens and blues.

Why, is that an Istoth I hear? I do believe it is! You are quite handsome, brother-friend, but I daresay you are too terribly tiny to be easily noticed, the copper jibed in good nature, spreading his striped wings wide as a shimmering beacon to welcome other dragons and their riders. Whereas I am so terribly large and shiny, I am sure to be noticed at any given moment. Say, you and your Rider should come up and share a party with us! Ely Mine is breaking out the good skins, she says. I don't quite know what that means, but it certainly sounds fine.

The woman paused mid-motion, crinkling her nose as she leaned back far enough to look out at her dragon.

"Is that Istoth you're talking to?"

You know it is. Why?

"Ughhhhh. That Rider of his is such a stick in the mud. I bet she wouldn't know a fun time if someone slapped her in the face with it," she grumbled, setting out snacks on a fine metal plate she had dug out of--somewhere. Where had she put it? "She'd better come and have a drink, or I'll surely think someone has sucked the spirit right out of her." She paused, pursing her lips. "And not in the good way," she added after a beat.

I shall tell her--

Oh, Jays, no, don't say it like--

Ely Mine says your Rider simply must join us! She always looks so terribly dour, surely a drink of this fiery liquid Ely Mine so loves to imbibe will brighten her up a bit!

.....That could've been much worse. Thank you.

As if I'm some terrible brute with no manners? Your ignorance shames me, the copper replied with mock-offense, wings flapping once before being tucked up against his sides once more.
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She went inside. You can look now, Istoth muttered to Ismene, making it clear that he was amused. Ismene opened her eyes, narrowing them at her lifemate, who missed the glare as he looked at his brother. Tiny?! With an undignified squawk, Istoth looked down at himself, then looked back over his shoulder at himself, and then invaded Ismene's eyes to see himself from her viewpoint. Tiny?! Shaking his head, he puffed himself up to his full, unimpressive stature and unfurled his own wings to mirror Zatrivth. I daresay I am shinier than you, he quipped, covering mostly-good humor with snark. And, as the females are so fond of telling me, size does not matter so much as how you use it.

At his side, Ismene flushed redder than a garnet. How her dragon knew these things, she did not know. His quips and jokes were so...human. And he certainly hadn't learned them from her, so one of the bad influences in the clutch could only be to blame. Istoth broke eye contact with his copper brother to regard his rider. His expression changed immediately from arrogant to gentle and doting. Who taught you these things? she asked him, lips quirking up into a reluctant smile.

How should I remember? There was remarkably less snark in his tone when he spoke to his dearest bonded. Istoth tossed his shining head and returned his gaze to Zatrivth, chirping. Good skins, you say? The only good skins Ismene truly appreciates are the ones that she turns into beautiful harnesses. He couldn't resist boasting of his bonded's talent in her craft. It was who he was. But I will pass on the invitation to her.

Ismene had already heard it, and while she understood what Zatrivth had meant by "good skins," it didn't particularly motivate her to leave the weyr. Must I? Ely was nice, for sure, but she was so....spirited. The blackrider really wanted to go eat and maybe work on some designs before going to bed.

We should go, Istoth coaxed in his softest, most encouraging voice. We can't forget about our clutch now that there's no common enemy to fight.

It was scary, how correct he was sometimes. With a sigh, Ismene conceded to defeat and tapped his shoulder, indicating that she wanted up. Istoth lowered himself onto his belly, cocking his head at Zatrivth. Dour?! I do hope that wasn't an insult to my Is, brother. I'd hate to chase you and your rider back to that snake pit we were born in. Istoth was fond of Zatrivth, but he had felt Ismene tense up on his back at the comment. He turned to nuzzle her, blinking his big eyes. You are perfect.

Ismene's breath caught, but she didn't reply. She simply held on as he stood. Then they were airborne, and mere seconds later, Istoth dropped gracefully onto Zatrivth's ledge. He craned his neck back, positively dwarfed by the copper, but far from intimidated. How's the weather up there? Ismene snorted, sliding down and standing uncertainly beside her dragon. She nodded to Zatrivth, still on edge from what he had said. Dour? I thought I was passing for normal by now.

Don't get anxious over it. What they think or say has little merit. You are mine, and you are wonderful.


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Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

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K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

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