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Post by effluo on May 10, 2008 18:24:56 GMT -5
Eisu was found that morning throwing one of her very rare tantrums. Lip jutted out in a pout the entire time, she had argued with Elra for a full hour before finally giving in and borrowing a pair of the woman’s only loose fitting pair of pants. Shards how she hated the feel of the things as they clung suggestively to her form despite her choice of the largest possible pair.
If only her sister had not pointed out how cumbersome her skirts would be within the water if she was going to help was Thoth. Unlike her dreading sister, Elra had been ecstatic to find out her sister was going to spend time with a brown and was more than happy to have an excuse to force her sister into pants. She couldn’t manage to talk Eisu into one of her tight fitting shirts as well no matter how hard she tried however.
Even so, the sun now found the more conservative of the pair walking with Tak toward the lake thinking for the hundredth time how she wished the pants were not so practical and easy to roll up. Hair held back in chopsticks to stay out of the way, Eisu kept her eye open for the rider she was to meet today. At the thought of what was to come, her stomach knotted and she patted the large canine’s head next to her, thankful for the faithful and obedient companion.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 10, 2008 19:07:08 GMT -5
She is afraid of dragons? Thoth sounded hurt. It was also the 23rd time he'd asked the same question, as though the answer would change if he just asked again. However, M'ren had not changed the answer, and this time, he merely shot the brown a dirty look.
The sturdy man had already rolled his pants up to his knees(though, at his height, he'd probably end up wet anyway), and taken his shirt off. Thoth, being older didn't need to be bathed, but he did need to have his hide checked for dry spots, and those needed to be oiled.
Thoth was flopped on the sand, allowing M'ren an easier time of climbing all over him to search out dry spots. As well as making it easy for him to spot Eisu. Well, if he'd realized that she wouldn't wear skirts. As it was, he didn't spot her, even though he could see her.
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Post by effluo on May 10, 2008 22:15:09 GMT -5
It did not take long to spot the Weyrling Master, though to her surprise he seemed to be climbing all over a brown dragon in a rather unusual manner. Stopping where she stood, she took in the sight more carefully; noting the size of the dragon as she took a deep breath. Watching her sister bath a young bronze was different from walking up to a full grown brown now.
A nudge from the canine at her side brought a bit of courage back to the Healer and she patted his head again. “I know I can do this Tak, you don’t have to remind me. I just…” Deciding not to finish the scentence to the canine, she moved forward unwillingly.
“M-M’ren?” She asked, blushing at the stutter that caught the name at her lips. Stopping again, still without reach of the brown face… tail… and claws, Eisu reached out for Tak once again as he stopped next to her.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 20, 2008 21:32:49 GMT -5
Thoth glanced up from his blob of self, and made to no intent to move. M'ren had warned him, and he would remain still, as much as he could, and keep this silly child from being scared of him. It was like a Weyrling dragon being intimidated by their rider. Foolishness. Besides, it hurt his feelings.
"Eisu!" M'ren called, jumping down from Thoth's flank, and smiling at the Healer. Scared looking? Yes she was. The Weyrling Master shook his head good naturedly.
"How have you been this fine day?"
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Post by effluo on Jun 3, 2008 15:12:09 GMT -5
Eisu did not fail to notice that the dragon did not move as his rider jumped down from the brown form. Watching the dragon carefully, she knew the brown was not asleep – unless they could sleep with their eyes open. The thought was a little creepy and the healer pushed it to the back of her mind, turning her attention to the Weyrling Master.
Watching him shake his head as he approached, the healer raised an eyebrow but did not comment on it. “I’m doing well enough. I hope I dressed appropriately…” letting her voice trail off she looked down at herself and let out a sigh. “My sister insisted that a skirt would not do and lent me a pair of her pants.”
Turning her attention back to the man before her, she found herself once again feeling immodest without her full length, heavy skirts. Why had she agreed to this anyways? Looking at M’ren, Eisu was not entirely sure if it had been his words that had talked her into it or not… she couldn't really remember.
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