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Post by leanansidhe on Feb 27, 2011 4:42:49 GMT -5
Come down, you little serpent!
Shuith flicked across the sky, tucking his wings and plummeting like a stone. After an instant, however, he pulled abruptly up, passing just above S'ro's head. The Weyrling didn't duck, trusting his Blue to avoid smashing into him. You are going to be itchy if you don't let me scrub you.
Shuith executed a clumsy barrel role. It eloquently summed up his feelings about coming down for his bath.
S'ro stood, foot tapping. His face was stern, but a smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. Shuith coiled in the air, the warm rays of the sun bouncing off his cobalt hide. S'ro could feel the Blue's joy, and it lit a similar fire in his own heart. He couldn't wait until Shuith was large enough for him to ride.
You're just a child, really, S'ro sighed, and settled down by the river, watching the water flow past.
At seven months of age, Mine, I don't think you would any more advanced that I, Shuith was prompt to reply. S'ro had to concede the point to his dragon, and he leaned back after stripping his shoes and socks off. His feet dangled in the water, cooler now than it had been in summer, and watched Shuith tackle the air currents, ride them like a fish rode the waves. He was a little clumsy, still, but S'ro felt confident that his dragon would grow out of that. Come and get me, why don't you? Shuith teased.
You'll get tired eventually,
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Post by ferrovax on Feb 27, 2011 23:42:33 GMT -5
Willdeth was only a dark shadow against the vast blue sky, twisting and turning as he caught the winds. He moved not with the flashy aerial acrobatics of his lesser siblings, but with improving control and grace that showed all the hours of practice.
Emrissa rather thought that, if there ever appeared a queen with the requisite number of wings in the Weyr, Willdeth would stand a good chance of catching her in a few Turns. At least, if she could persuade him that the colour order could stand upsetting every once in a while, which she couldn't, even after months of trying.
He was as glorious in the skies as he was upon the ground, for all that he was just a baby.
I told you to get down already, she said.
Silence - a stolid and stuffy one, as much as a silence could be anything but quiet - filled her head. Not the silence of "I am preoccupied with a particularly difficult gust of wind", nor the silence of "I can't hear you over the noise of the rushing wind" (which didn't apply when she was speaking into his head), but the silence of "You are being a child, Emrissamine, and I will ignore you until you act as a brownrider should".
She hated how she could argue his responses to her... emphatically not tantrums in her head. She especially hated it when he was right. She sulked; she was perfectly aware of it. She kicked a rock into the river; it skid into the river and vanished without helping her mood.
You can go, he said finally. I don't need you watching me to fly.
No. She glowered up at him; he had ascended somewhat and was testing the results of angling his wings. She was not making this into a conversation about what she could or could not do - it was supposed to be about him, and how he was wasting their free time and ignoring her in favour of looping around in circles in the air.
Oh, just shut the fuck up and fly, she told him, kicking at another rock as she stomped along the riverbank.
She halted for a moment as she spotted a man - S'ro, by the look of him - staring at the sky like a fish out of water. An extremely tall fish. A glance upwards again revealed a glint of cobalt hide - another Weyrling dragon practicing his flying.
Which was all very well, except S'ro was settled at her favorite part of the river, where the view was best.
"Hey," she said, making no effort to conceal the sour note in her voice. She crouched down near him - not quite close enough to be considered beside him, because she would rather kiss a fish than be seen in the company of S'ro in her free time - and tossed a rock into the flowing water.
Now, the question was: chase S'ro away or suffer his presence?
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Post by leanansidhe on Feb 28, 2011 23:27:02 GMT -5
S'ro tilted his head, looking at Emrissa. "Hey," he echoed, his voice coolly neutral. He had not known the BrownWeyrling much before the Hatching; most days, he wished that was still the case. However, after a moment, he made a random effort to be nice. "Good day for flying, isn't it? Shuith's been up more than half a Candlemark already; can't get enough." Well... It was a nice day, and Shuith did enjoy flying.
Shuith turned on the other dragon slowly invading 'his' airspace. He dove at Willdeth, wings tucked, but pulled up before the threat of collision was more than a whisper. He spiraled into the sky, sun flashing on his lighter spot, and then approached again, this time missing the Brown and continuing the dive for a few seconds before rising again. His intent was as plain as if he'd bothered to bespeak the other Weyrling; chase me!
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Post by ferrovax on Mar 5, 2011 1:03:07 GMT -5
S'ro was neither very interesting nor very attractive, both of which were black marks against him as far as Emrissa was concerned. He was simply there, and good for sneering at when she was bored or needed an ego-boost. Mostly, he was quiet.
Emrissa would have rather he remained silent now; she glanced away from him as he rambled on about how nice the day was and just how much his Shuith liked flying (which reminded her of her Willdeth and caused her to send a barbed insult toward the brown out of sheer, self-righteous vindictiveness).
"Really. How interesting," she said flatly, sending another rock hurling into the river.
The resulting splash was more diverting than S'ro; did the Weyrling honestly think that she cared about his little blue? A frown upon her face, she glanced back at the Weyrling as she awaited his response.
The casual insult flicked his way by Emrissa hardly fazed Willdeth, who only adjusted the direction of his flight in response. He knew his well enough to know what she meant and what she did not mean, and if he wished that she would behave more like a brownrider and less like a child, that would come in time. She would learn; he would ensure that.
What did startle him was when Shuith - whom he had noticed, but seen little reason to acknowledge - suddenly dived toward him without warning. Startled into a yelp, Willdeth twisted in an attempt to evade - that proved unnecessary and only served to unbalance him in the air.
He leveled a dark look toward Shuith, eyes tinging with irritation and embarrassment. He could have blamed Shuith's actions upon clumsiness, perhaps, but Shuith was not that, and besides, the blue's tucked-in wings bespoke a purposeful, idle mischief, which was just like the blue. Steadying himself in the air, Willdeth would have ignored him, except that Shuith dove at him again. Willdeth shifted to the left.
Stop playing games, Shuith. he said, his voice assertive and ringing with command, though it contained a sharp note of irritation. The blue was too frivolous, even foolish, and seemed to have no intention offering Willdeth the respect that he was entitled to as a brown. With a turn of his wing, Willdeth let the wind carry him in a direction that just happened to be away from Shuith. It was neither retreat nor fleeing; it was the dignified exit of a dragon who had no time for troublesome inferiors.
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