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Post by brimstone81 on Jul 11, 2008 16:56:53 GMT -5
L'sander hadn't been well. He hadn't been well for two turns now. Physically he was in top form, no, it was an emotional wound that refused to heal. He could distract himself all he wanted, but the problem still remained- he missed being in love. For those turns since Renalda was killed, he had let her go. He had come to terms that she was never coming back and she would have wanted him to be happy-not miserable. Yes, yes, he could accept that, but when she left, she left a big gaping hole in his heart.
He tried to drink it away when it got really bad, and that's pretty much how he got to be a father. Well, then he had felt pretty fulfilled and okay with his greif. He had made quite a bit of progress in that last turn. He was ready to move on and everything-until the birth. Realization washed over him that day and he panicked a little inside. It triggered his memory, because he had thought his first child would be with his wife, or a woman he passionately loved, like Renalda. L'sander hardly knew the mother, and she wasn't interested in having a relationship with him. And for some reason he just sort of fell apart that night of the birth.
L'sander never regretted the birth of his child, he was proud, even if it wasn't the way he had dreamed of all his life. The baby was more of an addition to his heart, but maybe not the fix he needed. He looked foreward to the day when his baby would be a child, and later a candidate, but for now he would make do with just looking and occasionally holding the gurgling thing.
L'sander figured that him being holdbred was part of the problem. He was so fixated on relationships being permanent that when they unexpectantly weren't, he was utterly wrecked from the inside out. L'sander felt pathetic, but as always, life went on. L'sander took a deep breath. He had done a lot of thinking, and things were just not working with his present state of mind. He had to be positive. He had to move on. No more feeling sorry for himself. It was time to gain back his youthful confidence and start living life to the fullest. Now he promised himself that while he would never forget his first love, he wouldn't let that hinder his personal relationships or his outlook any more.
L'sander took a long drink of klah and wondered why any one really liked the stuff. He leaned back in his chair, pleased with the new resolutions he was making. That empty hole now had a 'for sale' sign on it.
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Post by kayla on Jul 19, 2008 15:22:39 GMT -5
Neory had gotten some free time, well, was ordered to take some free time, and had come down to the Weyrhall. She realized that while she did have friends, she needed to do a better job of socializing and meeting more people. Part of the reason she hadn't was that she was kept pretty busy as both a Junior Weyrwoman and a Weyrling. But there were other reasons as well.
She was dressed simply. A burnt orange skirt that flared away at the bottom and a simple, but flattering white blouse. Seeing L'sander, she smiled. She did not really know the man very well, but their few interactions had been rather positive.
Besides, she needed to get to know the Bronzers. She doubted that she'd have a "pet Bronzer," but it would be nice to be friends with them at the least.
She took a calming breath - that had nothing at all to do with L'sander and everything to do with her own issues - and moved over towards him. "Hi. Mind if I join you?"
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Post by brimstone81 on Jul 19, 2008 15:53:07 GMT -5
L'sander looked at Neory, and for once he didn't feel any burning guilt or jealousy. It was good, and he managed to smile, "I would love it if you joined me." Well, his voice was not overly eager, but calm, serene. He would be a fool if he hadn't realized how old Sheluth was, as if he could forget, but until that moment, he had never dreamed of trying to catch the pair. Now the thought of the gold's increasing maturity prompted him to ask evenly, "How is your Sheluth faring?"
Now that the greeting protocol was over, he looked at her with a little warmer of a smile, "Now how is Neory the person? I don't mean to be prodding, I just know from experience it's nice to just talk about yourself sometimes." Yes, some times people got so caught up in the dragons, and thread fighting, and lessons, and work, that some times he wondered if his name was indeed Oberonth. Not that I would ever take you for granted, my Wonder. And in return the bronze snorted from some where inside his head. "If I'm too bold, just say so, milady."
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Post by kayla on Jul 19, 2008 21:09:01 GMT -5
Neory grinned as she sat beside him, "Sheluth is fine, thank you. I trust your Oberanth is as well?" She did appreciate people asking after Sheluth; afterall the Gold Dragon was a huge part of who she was.
She grinned bigger as he asked after her. "You're quite fine, L'sander. And a sweetheart for asking. I'm well. Staying busy, but its all work I enjoy. Though I will be glad when we all graduate, and weyrlinghood is done. Though I'm sure that the time that frees up will be put to use pretty quickly." Though Neory by no means resented the work that Elisha had her do. Afterall, that was what it was to be a Jr. Weyrwoman, and Neory was very glad to help with the work.
"And how are you doing?" She smiled warmly to him.
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Post by wonder123 on Jul 20, 2008 16:41:27 GMT -5
R'lec was on the prowl.
It had been several days since he visited his old haunts (read: certain women's weyrs), and the truth was, the bronzerider was bored. Bored with his usual girls, bored with training drills...His restless energy made the bronzerider quick to snap at the weyrlings and drudges who did not get out of his way quick enough.
So, he found himself in the Weyrhall: bored, restless, and with no appetite for klah. His hazel eyes did a quick, inspective glance around the hall, and double-taked when he found a new subject that might very well provide him a good distraction. If anything, a gold rider was a very good distraction.
R'lec had the good enough sense to grab a bowl of food, to avoid looking like he was here for no reason. Fixing his best charming smile on his face, R'lec joined the two riders. Oberonth's rider. answered Myneth to his rider's inquiry. R'lec was horrible at keeping track of riders who weren't females or in his wing. Myneth didn't have to inform his rider who Neory was.
"How is everyone today? I hope you two don't mind me joining?" He nodded respectfully to the young gold rider. "Milady."
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Post by brimstone81 on Jul 20, 2008 23:03:16 GMT -5
L'sander nodded with a mischevious grin, "Oh, that old thing. Yes, Oberonth is very well, indeed. Good bronze, never gives me a lick o' trouble. Most of the time." I am not old. The bronze sounded miffed, if not irritated, I am in my prime, you know. I am not too young, and I am certainly not old. The dragonman laughed then, "Oh, he says that he is not old. There, I amend my comment. My life would be so much duller with out that young thing. I am sure you will agree.
L'sander was beginning to think that queenriders must be much easier to talk to than he previously assumed. He chuckled, "Well, if I am a sweetheart, my mother did her job. And no doubt you are busy. Pressure too, I'll bet, eh? We bronzeriders have it pretty good." He gave her a playful wink and continued in a joking manner, "We go to wing practice when it pleases us, drink every night, and visit many women. And when I say many-"
He looked to the other man who was sitting down with them briefly before turning to the goldrider again, "-well, we do have reputations to keep up with. Ha, I'm only kidding of course. I'm doing well, Neory, very well, actually. Thank you very much for asking."
L'sander knew who R'lec was. He didn't know the man, probably never said more than two words to him before, but he could place the name to the face. L'sander motioned in welcome, "I don't mind, do you, queenrider?" He noted the nod the other man gave to just Neory and couldn't help but wonder. . . Who wouldn't desire the goldrider's company? She was beautiful, smart, witty, and titled. L'sander smirked a little, "So what brings you out here, Bronzerider? How is your Myneth?"
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Post by kayla on Jul 21, 2008 20:40:08 GMT -5
She grinned at L'sander's joke. "Mmm. I don't think you're the kind of guy to fit that particular reputation, L'sander. Which is good. Too many Bronzers work really hard to make sure that they do fit it." And one of them was heading this way... great.
Neory tried not to grimace too much when R'lec joined them. She knew his reputation, and he was the kind of Bronzer that she tried to avoid - the kind that was the reason that she had for the most part avoided the Bronzers. This was the very kind of man whose dragon she hoped would not catch her. "Of course not, R'lec. I trust your Myneth is doing well?"
He has not asked after me yet. Not a good sign...
Neory tried very hard not to let any sign of her Sheluth's comment show on her face.
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Post by jerith on Jul 21, 2008 22:02:50 GMT -5
J'ren made his way down to the night hearth, as usual.
Another sleepless night? Perhaps you need to stop drink so much klah, or go see the healer hall. Such things are not good for you.
J'ren gave a half hearted smile. Dragons always looked out for their riders, as riders did for their dragons. Usually the night hearth was empty this time of night, and the heat from the fire made it easier to sleep. But tonight, it was far from quiet. Two bronze riders, he knew both of them, and Neory.
He went over to join them, greeting each individually, ladies first of course. "Nice to see you Neory. I saw your Sheluth at the lake the other day. She is looking raidiant...as do you."
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Post by wonder123 on Jul 21, 2008 23:23:54 GMT -5
R'lec caught the other man's quip about reputations, causing him to give him a quick second-glance. Was he trying to hint at something? Make some sort of joke to the young woman at the wingsecond's expense? The bronze rider was used to jealousy (or what he perceived as it) from the other riders, especially Bronzers. Had he stolen some girl from the other man and not realized it? Probably. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Myneth is doing quite well." He answered nicely enough to the polite inquiry. "And Sheluth is looking lovely. I'm sure I speak for many when I say I'm looking forward to her maiden flight." He let his eyes linger slightly on hers before taking a sip of klah and looking to see who else was joining them. Could this table get more crowded??
J'ren was another man not in R'lec's wing. His nodded greeting just barely kept from being less than enthusiastic.
Instead, an idea at a new chase was forming in R'lec's mind. The women around the Weyr had provided him with little thrills besides the ordinary in some time....and it had always been a sore point with both rider and dragon that they had yet to conquer a Queen. Maybe Neory would find herself the center of his attentions for now....R'lec enjoyed a challenge.
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Post by brimstone81 on Jul 22, 2008 19:41:05 GMT -5
L'sander was glad when Neory found his jokes amusing, instead of offending. He was even more pleased when she doubted he was really like that. Good, then it showed she payed attention to her riders. Though, it probably wasn't that hard to deduce the young rider wasn't among those ranks because he had been, since she had taken her rank, sulky. The only woman he'd had in the last two turns was Maris, and even that was a surprize.
And of course, if one preditory bronze wasn't enough, another came, and he found Neory quite outnumbered- three to one. Unfortunately, L'sander definately thought that three was a crowd, and grew a little uncomfortable. He was not by nature competitive over females, unless perhaps the said female was already his. Neory was not his. In fact, there wasn't a woman that he called his own, and it made him shift a little in his seat. The bronzerider sat up in his seat, ready to move, yet he didn't. His first instinct was to excuse himself, but then, deep inside, he didn't want to leave Neory to fend for herself. It was in the way she held herself, like she was all show. L'sander knew the man's intentions right when he had said he was looking forward to Sheluth's flight. It was almost a protective instinct to stay by Neory at the table. So, he sat back in his chair, in it for the long haul.
J'ren Impressed the turn after L'sander. There weren't that many bronzes that he couldn't remember the ones around his own age. Plus, they had met a few times before, coincidentally around the young queenrider. L'sander nodded a greeting, and thumbed is cup. L'sander said, almost boredly because he was the only one who didn't remark upon the beauty of the deserving queen dragon, "Ah, yes, I do not think even Adeloth can compare to the look of Sheluth tonight." He snunk a wink to Neory. Of course he thought Sheluth was pretty, though he hadn't mentioned it. It had taken him a while to even be able to look at the gold, and as far as he really thought, Sheluth looked a lot like her mother, maybe a little more darker with her mother having a few reddish hightlights. What had gotten in to L'sander? He was quite the cheeky fellow tonight, and certainly on his way to irritating a few bronzeriders. Not that he really cared.
"Fine night, I daresay, and should prove to be a sign of what a great day tomorrow should be. The light breeze is promising, hopefully tomorrow the wind will be as gentle." Small talk. Ich. Not his strong point, but he wanted to get attentions off of Sheluth's next rise. Maybe they could all be friends. . . and maybe not.
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Post by kayla on Jul 22, 2008 19:54:04 GMT -5
Neory smiled to J'ren, though it was really annoying her that beyond L'sander none of the men seemed to be acknowledging each other. It made her want to bolt. It also made her angry. She tried carefully to maintain a sense of calm, "Thank you. Sheluth is doing well. And I trust your Gliath is well."
She was very thankful for L'sander for changing the subject. "I hope so. The breeze has been nice though." She looked at the three men, "I trust everyone knows each other? Or should I make introductions?"
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Post by jerith on Jul 30, 2008 21:25:03 GMT -5
J'ren, who after greeting Neory had greeted the others in turn, paused before greeting L'sander to acknowledge Neory's question.
"Yes he is doing very well, " and J'ren's eyes looked away for a moment. "And he says thank you for asking about him."
He finished by greeting L'sander. He looked around trying to ease the sudden silence. He grabbed some nearby chairs, offering one first to Neory, then R'lec, and finally taking one for himself, pausing before he sat. "I'll not bother you if I join in?" He addressed the question to Neory and L'sander, he knew from what he had overheard approaching that R'lec had just joined them himself.
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Post by wonder123 on Aug 4, 2008 15:11:00 GMT -5
The conversation turned briefly to weather. It was idle chatter, and R'lec didn't even bother to answer. It was beneath him, boring. Now with the idea of a true challenge glittering behind his eyes, nothing else could hope to hold the rider's attention.
At least, he noticed with smugness, he was one of the highest ranked at the table, excluding Neory. R'lec was wingsecond to Pyralis, the Weyrleader's wing. Second in command to W'lam himself, and while he chafed under the man's rule, he couldn't deny the perks of the position. That gave him the most right to talk to the queenrider...these poor other bronzers had no idea how out of their league they were.
"I think we've all met?" He said, friendly enough. They should know who R'lec was, at any rate. "How are Triveni and Zahra wings fairing lately? I know not everyone can have the fortune of being in Pyralis...." Nor, judging by his impressions from this conversation, would he want them to be.
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Post by jerith on Aug 4, 2008 23:47:27 GMT -5
J'ren felt his ears growing hot. He respected Pyralis wing dragon riders as he would all others, but their tempers and egos irritated him. Watch your temper. Do not let his words temp you to rash action
"Triveni wing is doing very well, thank you for asking." The corners of his mouth twitched up to the faintest of grins.
"Yes, but it would also be unfortunate if all Telgar's dragonriders were recovering from knife fighting wounds and wine headaches. Don't you agree?"
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Post by kayla on Aug 9, 2008 19:45:11 GMT -5
Neory tried hard not to clench her jaw. If the men wanted to argue over which Wing was better, or rather if they wanted to barb each other non-subtly about it, then she had no desire to remain among them. She wondered if they seriously thought that such posturing did anything to impress her. Unfortunately for them, it most certainly did not.
Already sitting, she was not entirely sure how to interpret J'ren's invitation, though she remained where she was.
"So, gentlemen, what are your thoughts about the readiness of the Weyr? Any suggestions you might have to improve it?" If they're going to vie for her attention, she decided it should be at least on something that might could help her make a decision, even if she decided on what was best for the Weyr rather than what was best for her.
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