Anger, pain...how very un-Marisol (Open)

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"SHARDING FALL AND FLAME!!! OWWWW! Don't touch it!!!!" The greenrider shouted accusatorily. She was angry and very touchy. These Healers had now officially rubbed her the wrong way. If she ever had to come back it would be too soon. They had sewn her forearm just fine but they felt the need to continue to poke and prod at it like it was a specimen unattached to a living breathing thing.

"I am sooo out of here." The red head added without a hint of the warmth she often held in her tone. Seething she exited the infirmary. Leaving in such a state of mind made her more crabby than usual. She made the decision to skip out on visiting her son. Marisol loved the boy just fine but had no real responsibility in his life. She was the stranger that brought him gifts every now and again. While most people would find that kind of sad, Marisol was comforted by it. She had never intended to have a child.

Which brought her back to the reason she had a large cut on her forearm. Pissed of some Pyralis rider cause she had turned his teeth green. Wasn't like that stuff didn't come off. REally it barely lasted a day. After the insulting remarks he had made toward Seryth he had deserved it. Unfortunately for her, while she had managed to avoid and out run the man in the past he had finally caught up to her, with help and decided to give her a reminder of how Pyralis took pranks.

Barely hurt anyway. At least it didn't before she saw the Healers. "I need a break. " She said to herself turning the corner without looking. Marisol nearly ran into the person coming in her direction but the slight rider had managed to only knock them with her shoulder. "Apologies.." She said with an uncustomary frown. Figures it would be her left side.

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E'riol scowled as he made his way to the infirmary, muttering darkly to himself. Why the Fall he had to visit the healers over something as simple and stupid as a headache was beyond him, but his big bronze buffoon was insistent. It wasn't as if it was that bad.

Oh noooo, not bad at all. My head always beats like a drum. His nearly blood-colored bronze snapped, tail thumping moodily against the ledge he was sunning on. The large dragon could feel the headache through his very strong connection to his rider, and it vibrated along their mental link in the most annoying fashion.

Fine, fine. You are worse than an old woman, Caid. The wingsecond scoffed, grinning when he got a very angry retort. The two always bantered as such, it was in their nature to be jesters. They never really meant it.

Absorbed in his conversation with his dragon, E'riol didn't see the woman until too late, and as he rounded the corner he bumped into her. When she apologized, he quickly began to as well. "Oh no, it was my..." However, the bronzerider's words trailed off as he caught sight of a very angry, frowning greenrider before him. A greenrider he knew very well. She rode in Zahra after all, and he was her wingsecond. His eyes quickly traveled to her newly-mended arm, mentally wincing when he saw he had hit her on the same side. Shards, but it looked bad! "Marisol?" He asked incredulously, steely blue eyes widening. "What the Fall happened to you?"

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Of all the people she knew, the last person she thought to run into in the Lower Caverns was E'riol. They had a good work rapport but that was about the extent of their relationship. Bronzeriders found it hard to relax and enjoy life the way chromatic riders did. Even the one who found time to cause some trouble had to hold themselves above the common rider. Marisol never held this against them as it was simply their nature. As it was for her to be in and out of trouble and enjoying most of this life as it was passed to her.

"Oh you know how things are, E'riol." She attempted a smile. "Certain riders trying to get pay back. Can't really be helped now that there is bad blood between them and myself. " Marisol could think of only one reason the often seemingly stoic man would be down here. With a concerned look on her face she asked, "Heading to the infirmary are you?" A curiously malicious tone entered when she spoke the word infirmary.

"They are in fine spirits today. Poking and prodding. I'd be quite happy if this was my last visit for the rest of whats left of my life." The greenrider was quite serious. They had taken enough of her day with examining the wound and sewing it and berating her about her injury and examining it all over again. As if she wanted to be sliced in the forearm. Complete dim glows the lot of them although not so dim as those Pyralis riders were going to become when she found a way to get them back.

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E’riol could tell the greenrider’s smile did not reach her eyes, though she tried to be light-hearted about the injury. His brows furrowed further and further as she spoke, a very malicious feeling beginning to bloom. Zahra riders were all devious to a point, but everyone knew their pranks were harmless. They never truly caused any trouble, just merely mischief, and they generally knew when enough was enough. However, the Wingsecond could not let this act go without retribution. He doubted he would get caught, though. There was a reason they were nicknamed ‘the professionals.’

“Certain riders? Would they happen to be in a wing of hotheads that can’t take a joke?” He smirked, watching Marisol and hoping that earned a laugh. Something just utterly rubbed him the wrong way about watching his riders take punishment like that. It angered him.

Surprised when she changed the subject, the bronzerider grinned a bit, shaking his head. Marisol seemed concerned for him, so he quickly supplied his rather lame excuse. “Nothing too serious, actually. I have a headache, and it’s name is Caidenth. “

Hey!

“Apparently, he can’t doze properly when my head is pounding like a drum, and that’s my fault."

It is. The blood-tinted bronze snapped.

Shaking his head and holding back a chuckle at Caid’s testiness, the Wingsecond gave Marisol a sympathetic look. She sounded extremely put out with the healers today, and he couldn’t say be blamed her. They were an overzealous lot, in his opinion, always causing more pain than they needed to and making a big deal of small things. The tall bronzer smiled slightly. “How about some dinner to get your mind off it? I haven’t eaten yet myself. I just need to grab something to ease Caid’s crabbiness. I’d love to hear what exactly you did that brought such reciprocation…and maybe plan some reciprocation of our own?” E’riol smiled darkly, a glint in his eyes. He and Marisol had never really cultivated a friendship outside of Zahra except in the occasional prank that involved several members of their wing, but now seemed a fine time to do so. After all, all of Zahra shared a common bond, didn’t they?

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Marisol did smile at his comment though she was hard pressed to find a laugh. Her mood would lighten eventually. These dark moods were rare for her and often this made it harder for her to let them go. E'riol was acting as she expected a normal wingmate to act though she had not expected him to be so lighthearted today.

"I wouldn't put it past them to make your head ache worse." She referred to the people in the infirmary. He would do well to avoid them. "Dragons want things their way. I thought an intelligent man like yourself would have figured that out by now." She said with a little mischief showing in her eyes. Seryth was adamant about few things but those few things, Marisol took very seriously.

The invitation caught her off guard but she tried an easy smile and said, "Certainly. I hear one can get headaches from lack of water. Perhaps you need something to drink?" She said knowing all the while that Caidenth was about to give his rider hell for missing out on the infirmary. Honestly though the dragon should understand that the people at the infirmary were going to make things much worse the way they were today. "I've never turned down a good meal." Which was true though one could not tell that by looking at her. Especially now that all the baby weight was gone.

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Grey-blue eyes intent on the woman before him, E’riol could tell by her expression that he had hit the mark. It was Pyralis, scorch them! At least she did smile, though laughing seemed out of her reach at the moment. From what he knew of her, the greenrider was generally a cheerful one, and so her mood must have been greatly affected at the moment. Well, maybe the Wingsecond could lift her spirits some. He could try, anyway.

Chuckling at her response, the bronzerider shook his head, leaning against the wall. “They very well could.” He agreed. Judging by Marisol’s acerbic comments, they certainly hadn’t done much to ease her pain, that was for sure. Grinning, E’riol pinned his gaze on the greenrider’s face, noting that, obviously, not all of her good humor was gone. “You would think so, wouldn’t you?” The tall man smirked in reply, straightening. “Actually, between you and me, I think Caid has figured out how to work around my good sense. A few candlemarks of constant whining does things to a man’s resolve.” He nodded in a sage manner, keeping their banter light.

Immensely relieved to have an excuse to forego the infirmary, the Wingsecond gave Marisol a very grateful look. “Ah, now that sounds like logic not even my bronze oaf can argue against. A drink it is, then.”

Oh, funny, funny little human. I suggest you take your backside into that room and get something for the ache in our heads. Now.

You heard the lady, Caid. They will only make it worse. Now go off and flirt or something and leave me be.

Snorting, the bronze mentally rolled his eyes and did just that. Stretching, the dark bronze lifted his mighty head and looked about the bowl, searching for a lady dragon that didn’t look busy.

Smiling, E’riol did not even hesitate to extend his arm towards the greenrider before him, the polite gesture worked into his very bones. He always treated women gently, no matter the rank they held, and nothing made him angrier than to see a man misuse a lady. Perhaps that was why the sight of Marisol’s arm enraged him so. Not only was she a wingrider under his charge, but she was a lady who was to be treated better. Of course, she did not have to take his arm, if she chose to walk on alone he would not feel slighted, but he would always offer.


((I had altered E’riol’s personality a bit, I hope that’s ok. I can’t play stoic characters any more it seems. Not like I used to, anyway. ))

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((Its fine. I just forgot how his temperment was now and remember the old him. lol)

Despite herself, the greenrider found she could not resist the happiness E'riol was exuding. Smiling a little more brightly she said, "I'll remember that when its time for wingpractice. If I whine the entire time we're sure to get off early. I'll send my thanks to Caidenth when that happens." I would gladly bespeak the Bronze for you. I'm sure you would. Don't go and be all flirty. What happened the last time we got involved with Bronze and rider? Hmmm? Nine long months of your mood swings and cravings followed by more because you had to nurse your hatchling. Your point is well taken.

Her facial expression always changed when speaking to Seryth so Marisol knew that the man nearby would understand she was in conversation with her green. "Sometimes it takes a lot to convince her I'm right." The red head said with a slight smirk. Dragons were the best thing on the planet, even when they were argumentative. Luckily Marisol was usually right. Or so she thought anyway.

There were things about the Wingsecond that made her wonder how he was raised. How many men in the Weyr offered their arm to a female wingmate? Her grandmother would have both enjoyed his chivalry and hated it. She had believed in equality of the sexes and Maris had to agree it was better to be treated the same as the men when it came to things like that. However she could use this gesture as a way to tease him which would be perfectly acceptable in her eyes.

Looking at the E'riol with a teasing smile she said, "Why thank you, Wingsecond." Taking his arm as she had seen her grandmother do on occassion with Q'tre, stiffled a giggle. She could never see herself as being lady like and almost laughed at herself. Her light blue eyes held a bit more happiness than they had. She would be right as rain in no time.

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E’riol smirked to himself as the lady replied, glad to see her smile brighten a bit more. Those Pyralis riders did not have the slightest idea of what they were about to reap. They might be brave enough to pick on a lone greenrider, but with the Wingsecond and his large bronze at her side, they would soon put them in their place. Firmly. Feigning horror, the tall man put his hand flat on his chest, over his heart, and said very dramatically, “My lady, you wouldn’t! Our Wingleader would have my hide, and Caidenth’s too!” Pausing, the bronzerider then appeared to be thoughtful, and finally said “Of course, that would be the end of my headache.” He grinned, immensely pleased with the indignant emotions that radiated from his dragon. That would show the bronze oaf.

Waiting, the Wingsecond knew Marisol was speaking to her green, the faraway expression the tell-tale sign. He grinned at her quick words. “I know the feeling, believe me. Caid is too stubborn to admit that I’m right all the time. He is so arrogant, really. I don’t know how he stands himself.” Of course, E’riol didn’t have to even add that his previous sentence was fairly the most egotistical thing a man could say, but he was enjoying his lovely banter with the greenrider. It had been a while since he and his dragon had the opportunity to enjoy the company of jester who could keep up.

Tired of just listening in on his rider’s conversation with the lady, Caidenth decided to do a little conversing of his own. Good eve, Seryth. How fare you today? The blood-tinted bronze asked, shifting to lay straighter so he could lift his head and watch the bowl. He was a very good-natured dragon, just arrogant, and if you could move past his excessive ego, Caid was sure to be one of your more cheerful friends.

Getting the distinct impression she was teasing him, E’riol smiled and began to stroll back down the hallway. “Of course, my lady.” He said gallantly, laying it on thick. The wingrider looked much brighter now, and the Wingsecond was pleased to see her mood improving. He briefly wondered over the wisdom of bringing up her injury, but then decided against it. The bronzer had already offered to help her with any retribution she may want to garner, and he would allow the greenrider to bring it up if she wished. After all, she appeared happier, and he didn’t want to ruin that for her if she didn’t want to talk about it.

E’riol walked her to the weyrhall, shortening his long stride to match the lady on his arm, and headed straight for the Zahra tables. He pulled out her chair for her with a wink, realizing he was only giving her more fuel to tease him with. The Wingsecond did it on purpose. Of course, he was also trying to give her inured arm a rest. Seating himself, the bronzerider turned to the woman at his side, smiling roguishly. “So, I don’t suppose you heard about the Pyralis riders all having holes cut in their socks when they got them back from the laundress, did you? I have no idea who could have done such a thing. Absolutely tragic, wouldn’t you agree, Marisol?” A drudge would appear soon.