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Post by nozomi on Apr 20, 2011 21:43:05 GMT -5
Hopefully Z did not think he would never be seeing Warden's face around the Wher areas. With the seperate sleep schedules and one of them always being a total dimglow when woken up abruptly, Warden decided to take the initiative in harassing his Wherleader. He did not come without the appropriate bribe in order to keep from being snarled at, as a Rider in the Wher area was...
unusual, to say the least.
Dragons ate dead animals without complaint, not having to kill the creatures themselves. Yusuth personally enjoyed eating the animal partially alive but - well, it could be done, was all. For Zalmask, he brought a freshly killed wherrie, bundled into a bag over his shoulder, one said to block the smell of animal and blood from those outside of the bag. As for Z, Warden let him keep his job, a gift that kept on giving.
Ugh.
As soon as Warden entered the large building, a sleepy Yusuth rumbled in his brain, tired voice reaching out to the gold Wher.
Zalmask, V'tyaMine is in your complex. He has brought food for you. According to Warden's calculations, the Handlers should be ready to switch shifts with the riders, soon, and, thus, Z could be awake. Was it his day off? Shards, Warden didn't know.
Still, he cleared his throat, and headed in the general direction of the Wherleader's quarters. "Zalman," Warden said, grumpy as ever. "If you are not awake, be so now. We need to talk of the Wherlings."
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Post by S'yal on Apr 20, 2011 22:00:44 GMT -5
SHARDING SHELL HE'D BEEN ASLEEP WHEN ZALMASK DRAGGED HIM OUT OF BED.
Up. Warden is coming. Zalmask ordered, retrieving him clothes that could be seen in public. Also, start wearing clothes. Zalmask not like image of naked ugly man.
"I'll have you know i'm NOT ugly." The wherhandler grumbled as he pulled on his clothing, grimacing against his headache. "I'm a perfectly attractive human being. You're the ugly one." She was kinda ugly, now that he thought of it. But he supposed that he was ugly too, in her mind. Oh well, he loved her to death. He finished dressing, before having a thought. "... What time is it?"
Patrol start soon. Wherling lesson in few candle marks. Need wine? Zalmask was buzzing busily around the room, gathering the things that were needed and managing to deposit them in Z's bag. She was such a helpful little wherfairy. If only she would do his paper work! Well, he'd tried... but she's just broken all the writing utensils. Stupid wher and her stupid teeth. He flinched at the bad thought about Zalmask, pushing it down. She was everything.
"Yeah yeah. Zalmask woke me up." Z grumbled, worried over how late he was. Well, not really- his squadleaders could and would organize themselves. It was just that Z never missed the shift change- it was something that made him feel close to his men and women. "I've overslept, but I don't have anything to do for the next few candlemarks now that i'm off patrols to teach the wherlings." The wherlings needed constant protection... mostly because he was worried Bellatrisk had plotted his death.
Where is Zalmask's food, Warden? Zalmask inquired, sniffing about him before eying the bag. Oh yeah. That bag was hers. Zalmask need talk to Warden about rude ridermen first. They IGNORE Zalmask, walk around on her territory like it theirs! Warden no let them back, or Zalmask eat! Zalmask not CARE how big bronze is! Zalmask eat anyway! She was in rant mode.
"Ignore her. The rider that was interviewing me started rolling his eyes and wanting to leave half way through, and didn't even know Zalmask could talk. Zalmask was furious by the time I let the guy leave... he's lucky it wasn't Bellatrisk. He'd be dead." Z rubbed his face, growling. "I'd trade her for a gr-" His eyes widened in realization of what he'd just said, and the goldhandler clammed up. He instead stared at Warden, pretending the sudden cut off was out of respect.
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Post by nozomi on Apr 21, 2011 14:55:14 GMT -5
Warden pulled the bag down from his shoulder for Zalmask to inspect and opened it when she began her rant. He liked the blasted Wher, enough to even give her shoulder area a fond pat before drawing out her free meal. Zalmask ranted (rightfully so!), and Zalman fucked up, like he always did. Warden shot him an acidic Look, thin lips dragged into a scowl of Upmost Unamusement.
"That's right, Zalman. Shut up so I can speak with Zalmask. She's the prettier of the couple anyway." Yes, Warden let Zalman keep his pride (or whatever it was Zalman liked to pretend it was), instead gracing Zalmask with a thin smile, the total opposite of the usual looks her handler received. "The riders have gone, Zalmask. No one wanted them here, but I'm sure you twisted their britches enough by showing them how intelligent you and yours are. You showed me, after all. I hope they don't return."
Tumbling a Wher is bad form, Mine. Serenade her handler, instead.
You are a sick sick creature, Yusuth. The dragon rumbled in amusement, somewhere far off. Warden ignored him, choosing to concentrate on Zalman once again.
"That's why I'm here - the wherlings. The inetrviews. I was loathe to speak to the Watch myself-" Shards,and he'd once been a member! "-So I come to you. What was said about the three whers? The dragons? Other than them being rude blighters, anyway." He waved a hand at Zalman, expression clouded and displeased. "Well? Talk. Its what you're good at."
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Post by S'yal on Apr 24, 2011 13:24:58 GMT -5
Zalmask let out a croon of delight as she saw her treat, tongue flicking out to give Warden a big ol' smelly wher kiss. Most whers smelled quite hideous, but Z kept Zalmask clean enough that only her breath stunk. Unfortunately for Warden, he was going to spend the rest of the day smelling like wher spit. Z grimaced at his bond mate, and returned Warden's look with a cheeky grin.
"Psh." Z grumbled as Zalmask shot him a look of amusement and smacked him with her tail. "Suck up" He shot at the gold wher, who merely tossed her head and trilled at him.
Jealous? Z scoffed at the wher as she returned attention to warden. Zalmask talk to man, and he make surprised face and apologize. It funny. The wher informed Warden, sounding quite proud of herself. He not like new dragon babies. Zalmask not like not liking dragon or wher babies. They were all babies to Zalmask, and with her maternal instincts still not fading she was quite protective of all the younglings in the weyr. They were HERS!
"Not much about the three whers." Z tilted his head to one side, his lips pressing into a thin line. "I think he was afraid of Zalmask. He seemed upset about Lucisk, but uh..." He rubbed the back of his head nervously, smiling. "The guy was polite as hell, but his body language set off Zalmask. At the end, he told me to do what I want with the whers because he didn't care, then asked me about you. Told him you were a good boss, and Zalmask when into Mama mode." Zalmask earned herself a fond pat.
Not like men coming into Warden's territory and being rude. Look bad. So Zalmask say to man that Zalmask eat him if he not get lost!
"Anyway... The watch doesn't seem to care about my whers. The white angered them, but the guard wasn't willing to say more around Zalmask. I would have sent her away if I knew he was coming." He gave Warden an apologetic look for not gathering more information. "As for the new weyrlings, he didn't seem to like the idea. He was very... surprised when I told him they'd all behaved perfectly fine for me.... I don't like these guys coming near those kids. It puts Zalmask on edge."
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