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Post by darkaire on Oct 16, 2007 14:57:10 GMT -5
When he failed to receive anything other than a bland answer again, the bronzerider frowned, trailing his finger from her hair to slip it into its pocket, musing over the possible things he could say to get a reaction. However, his attention was diverted by a certain other female that decided to stand at that moment. Neory, he recalled. The girl he'd punched. The girl who Impressed the Gold. He pursed his lips and watched her walk over with a sour look, making it known just how happy he was over her decision to shoo the greenrider away.
With his toy gone, he had nothing left to do but play with the Goldrider, and offered her a thin-lipped grimace. Instead of answering her verbally, he simply stretched out in his chair and patted the one Nisha had just vacated. D'leon tipped his head to oneside, giving her an intent look as Myeth shifted again, raising his head to stare pointedly at the current point of his rider's interest.
Mine says he has and wants you to sit next to him. the bronze stated this far too simply for his rider's tastes, evident by the slight glance he threw Myeth. The bronze was entirely too simple-spoken for his liking, and didn't quite get the point across like he'd wanted. But it would have to do. "It'd be an honor to sit by the youngest Queenrider," he murmured, again seeming oddly civil despite the typical look of mischief in his eyes.
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Post by kayla on Oct 16, 2007 19:43:08 GMT -5
Neory's only external indication of thinking that anything was odd was the slightest raising of her right eyebrow. However, she decided that she'd rather the bullying Bronzer pick on her than anyone else, so she gracefully took the seat that Nisha had vacated.
Gold Sheluth quickly moved to her rider and laid her head in her lap, glaring at her bronze brother. You did not have permission to speak to Mine.
Sensing the ire in the little Gold, Neory gently stroked her head, Its ok, dearheart. Do me a favor and tell Barasmith that she and her RIder are a good pair and I did not mean to insult them. She'd talk more with the greenrider after class and let her know that she had meant no insult.
Neory smiled prettily at D'leon, certain she could hold her own against the bully. "I would not want to deprive you of honor, D'leon. And very good, I see you have mastered the skill. Though you should pay attention so that it is not your Dragon who drops the ball in this morning's exercise."
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Post by darkaire on Oct 16, 2007 21:15:33 GMT -5
D'leon quickly remembered why he'd felt more grief over being seperated from this girl than the others. And yes, his brother was included in that list of 'girls.' He'd never approved of his preference for men, though had not actually bullied him for the choice. Come to think of it, the elder never made fun of his brother for anything important; perhaps that showed that he did care for the younger boy, but that was still doubtful. Mostly because few people thought D'leon capable of caring for anything besides himself. Even love for the currently lounging bronze was doubtful.
Said bronze cast a huffy look at Sheluth...and then pointedly ignored her, even taking the effort to turn his back on the Gold and flick his tail at her as he stretched in what little room he had. D'leon bit his lip, regarding Myeth with a fond approval and not bothering to stifle his chuckle. That same look was turned to Neory. She was of the kind he had rarely met before. Sure, some people tried to act cool, but always ended up breaking. He couldn't recall any time or story where he'd seen or heard of the Goldrider breaking. Of course, the same could be said of D'leon, save for the time when he'd punched the same girl now sitting next to him.
And that same girl might just make him lose his temper again, and had pricked him quite well with her comment about Myeth's intelligence. His jaw clenched and he leaned in slightly, weight resting on the armrest closest to her. "If he drops the ball, dear Queenrider, it will be because he does not care about the virtues or qualities of something so pointless," to his credit, he did manage to keep his tone neutral and even, as if he were chatting about the weather. The words were followed up with a smile to rival Neory's, and he touched her arm before brossing his, still smiling. Yes, this would be fun.
"I see your eye has healed nicely." No, the comment had no real connection to what he'd just previously said, but it matched up in his mind.
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Post by kayla on Oct 16, 2007 21:31:03 GMT -5
"And if your Bronze does not care about trivial team-building games now, I wonder if he will manage to care about the virtues and qualities of flying and breathing fire when thread falls?" There was no anger in her voice, despite what she might be feeling internally at his complete lack of regard for his fellow clutchmates or lessons.
Neory could not understand D'leon. And she was kept so busy that she was not able to wonder about what deeper issues might be causing the boy to be so cruel. Perhaps in the future she would look back at this as a failure on her part. For now though, her primary concern was not in trying to coax the bronzer into being the leader he should be or even in caring about the lessons, but merely in minimizing the harm he could do to the others. For herself, his opinion of her was of no matter.
She completely ignored his touch, well, as much as possible. Her eyes flicked to his hand on her momentarily, but to ignore it completely would take a cool bordering on inhuman. However, she did not issue a threat or any comment.
"Yes it has. Turns out that it was not that bad of a bruise. Healed quicker than the healers expected, actually."
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Post by hrsegrl on Oct 17, 2007 20:03:40 GMT -5
Amneris who was increasingly aware of the chatter behind her was annoyed. The normally calm and go with the flow personality was made irritable by the fact that others were being inconsiderate of her own want for information. Clearing her throat loudly she glanced behind her and spoke directly to both the Bronze WEyrling and the Gold one.
"Excuse me but could you please refrain from speaking until after class unless you have something to add to the lesson. We really don't want to hear about your personal issues during class." They might as well leave if they were going to be both rude and disrespectful. Even if they were trying to settle things it would be better if they did it out of her earshot. She turned herself back around and wished the Weyrlingmaster had been smart and not put those who disliked eachother next to one another during class.
Labeth too was annoyed which was beginning to show in her whirling eyes. Must they be so loud?They have this egocentricity to them that many who ride Gold and Bronze do. They probably don't even realize how distracting they are being to the rest of us. D'leon might not care but I know Neory does. Amneris liked the Bronze Weyrling because he was very witty and she knew that was a good quality in a ranker. Still she wished he wouldn't be so inconsiderate on purpose. After lessons she could care less who he decided to tease.
It didn't help that Amneris was easily distracted and taken off topic. She had a very active mind, sometimes too active so that she couldn't pay attention to one thing for more than a little while. Music seemed to be the only thing she could do continuously without easily being distracted and that was because she could wander off from the way the music was intended to be played and make it her own.
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Post by kayla on Oct 17, 2007 21:29:09 GMT -5
Neory had thought that she was speaking quietly, though she knew well that when one was focusing a low buzz could be far more annoying than loud talking. She mouthed "sorry" at Amneris and glanced at D'leon. She seriously doubted that he would do anything other than turn his ire on Amneris.
However, Neory would definitely honor the request of the green rider. If she had heard what Amneris had said to her dragon about her, she would have been far more hurt than by anything that D'leon could or would say or do. She should have let the comment about her eye go, the rest had been aimed at getting D'leon to shut up and pay attention anyway.
She fixed her attention firmly on the Weyrling Master at the head of the "class," simply choosing to ignore anything else that D'leon would say - unless he tried to taunt Amneris, though she was not sure how to further intervene without causing more of a disturbance.
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Post by effluo on Oct 18, 2007 12:07:04 GMT -5
G’eph had been caressing Vanarth’s head gently, half listening to the Weyrling Master talk while the other half of him thought of the Apora out at sea. It was no surprise he jumped when he found a voice next to him accompanied by a little green. Speechless for a moment, he heard her then looked through the crowd in the room till he found Neory.
Bringing his eyes back to the smiling young woman next to him, G’eph gave her an awkward smile back. She was familiar, after all the brown rider had seen the woman in class many times, but being one of those guys who enjoys his solitude he hadn’t come around to talking to her just yet. Why couldn’t he remember her name?
That’s Nisha, she’s my sister’s rider. The brown offered helpfully as he watched the little green stay close to her rider.
Looking down at the little brown, G’eph nodded before replying. “Sure, Nisha, we can work together… but I’m not sure how exactly it works…”
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Lan’ae noticed the bronze rider move into the room and frowned a little before continuing to answer Amneris’ question.
“That’s a good question Amneris, and while a more in depth answer might be hidden away in some old scroll around the Weyr or Harper Hall the most I know is what I’ve heard described to me. I ride bronze, but I have many search riders who are friends of mine and quite a few simply say the dragon just knows that the person is there. We know that Empathy has to do with it, but just as Empathy differs between the various ranks of the dragons, it also varies for the individual. So even though someone may ride a green dragon, it may have empathy equal to that of a fellow brown who has exceptionally high empathy for his color.”
Lan’ae did not miss the conversation happening between the bronze and green rider, and he certainly didn’t miss that it was upsetting to the green rider, but noticing Neory move he did not stop his answer to Amneris. D’leon, it seemed, enjoyed to torment the female riders as much as his brother. Perhaps it was best to see if they could take care of it before interrupting the entire class.
“New search riders are usually taken with a more experienced search rider several times before leading their own search. Its been said they sense a candidate the same way you sense a person standing behind you, except they have the ability to pinpoint it within a crowd.”
Nisha had moved, but it seemed D’leon was still intent on making a racket. Just as Lan’ae was about tired of it himself he found Amneris turning around first to confront them. As she did so he stopped his own speech so that she’d be better heard.
“I know I can’t stop you two from talking, but please be considerate of the those around you. Amneris did ask a question and I’m sure she’s not the only one in the class interested with the answer. If you really want to be spiteful and not pay attention in class do so silently. You have dragons, at least have some sense to be smart and use them to communicate rather than getting yourselves in trouble.”
Tell yours that Lan’ae wishes to speak to the both of you after class in his office. They can stay for the rest of class or They can remove themselves to his office, either way he wants you to be polite to those around you. Eznorth sent to both Myeth and Sheluth.
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Post by darkaire on Oct 18, 2007 13:58:19 GMT -5
It was true that D'leon had shifted forward in his chair with the intent to single Amneris out, but a nudge from his bronze kept him from doing so. Dark eyes dropped to Myeth, who promptly rolled onto his back, claws splayed in the air. No, the dragon hadn't stopped him because he thought it was a bad idea, but because he wanted attention. With a roll of his eyes, the bronzerider bent to run his hand over the offered belly. You're such a mongrel, he sighed, though affectionately. The bronze rumbled, swishing his tail and not responding.
The distraction was just long enough for everything to happen, and his eyes cut up to the Weyrling Master to listen to him. He just grinned back at the man, obviously not caring what he thought and not intending to obey whatever instructions he'd given. The bronzerider replaced his attention on his dragon, not at all surprised when he had a message relayed to him. We are to be polite for now, or leave, the bronze simplified the message, though it suited his rider just fine.
D'leon shifted out of the chair and stepped around it to lean over Neory from behind, lips hovering near her ear to whisper, "See you later, Goldie." He chuckled, amused with the situation and sauntered off. If he had the option to leave, he was going to take it. No way would he stick around. Also, Eznorth's says His wants us in his office after Lesson is over, the bronze piped in rather dryly, seemingly unconcerned with the message. His rider was just as unconcerned, evident by the way he snorted. Whatever. Breakfast sounds more interesting.
And so they headed for the Weyrhall with no intention on going to the Weyrling Master's office unless he was forced to. He'd much rather prefer to think up ways to get back at that mutt-loving Greenrider for speaking up against him. She'd need to learn that Greens had their places, and it was under Bronzes. Way under.
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Post by kayla on Oct 18, 2007 22:03:47 GMT -5
Neory was already mortified, and then Lan'ae had spoken. While she schooled her features, the fact of the matter was that she wanted to melt into her chair. She already felt bad enough about causing Amneris problems, but being called down by the WeyrlingMaster made her feel absolutely horrible. However, she did not give D'leon the benefit of seeing her upset.
Mine. Eznorth says His wants to speak with you after class. Neory ever so slightly clenched her jaw wondering just how this could get any worse. He also says you can stay or you can go to his office, but be polite.
"See you later, Goldie." was whispered in her ear and then D'leon left. Only then did Neory allow herself to groan softly and rub her forehead. She'd been called stupid and rude, and she seriously doubted that her intentions mattered in this situation. To be honest, she wasn't really sure what Lan'ae would do to punish them - or what time she had to give to the punishment - but she knew she'd find out soon enough.
She sat quietly through the rest of the lessons, trying desperately to focus on what was being said and to not worry about what was coming or how she'd disappointed everyone as a Gold Rider already - such thoughts occuring to her only because she was already so tired.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Oct 18, 2007 23:34:44 GMT -5
Nisha sighed. Understanding wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.
"Whereas I understand how it works, but can't get it to work very well." She took the seat by him, and debated speaking further. They weren't exactly in the midst of any other Weyrlings, as the Brownrider had a habit of isolating himself. Stretching carefully as her back was really hurting, Nisha decided to give him a little bit of a rundown- the one N'zule had taught her.
"What my uncle always says about speaking silently is that your dragon is always listening for you. And when you form words in your head, while thinking of them, they listen, and hear you."
Nisha shrugged. "It sounds weird, but it works, if your bond is good enough." Which hers wasn't. However, she didn't need to bring that up yet. Or ever.
When Lan'ae began treating the Goldrider to a bit of a lecture, Nisha watched impassively. It could have been her, but she doubted it. If there was one thing she was, it was quiet. And well behaved.
Barsamith. Nisha thought carefully, the words spelling themselves out behind her closed eyes. Ask Vanarth how his rider is liking the Weyr.
Vanarth, Mine wishes to know how yours likes our Weyr.
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Post by effluo on Oct 19, 2007 13:46:20 GMT -5
G’eph listened rather curiously to Nisha as she explained how she had been told just how the silent communication worked. So he was just suppose to think of the words huh? He might be able to do that.
The change of topic caught the brown rider’s attention and he turned to the front of the class to find Lan’ae asking two others to be polite to the rest of the class. Seeing D’leon stand up and walk out of the room G’eph could not help but feel his irritation with the bronze rider grow. He really did have no respect, not even for a master!
I don’t know, he always talks about the sea, but I’ll ask. the brown sent back to the green before turning his thoughts to his rider. Nisha wishes to know how you like the Weyr.
Turning to look at his dragon as if listening to the brown, he thought about the answer a moment as his mind instantly wondered how the ship Apora was fairing.
Tell her I am not quite use to it yet. Everything is too solid, but I have liked many things I’ve seen here.
Barsamith, he says that he’s not use to it yet but he does like it. Giving a silent, deep throated laugh along with the thoughts, Vanarth added, He complains often that his bed doesn’t move.
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Post by hrsegrl on Oct 21, 2007 17:22:53 GMT -5
The green rider did feel bad for calling them out but today she wasn't feeling herself. Perhaps there was something going on with her emotions. It was weird, she had never gotten so annoyed so easily before. Not that D'leon didn't require a certain amount of patience all the time. The Weyrlingmaster had answered her question and yet not answered it. She wanted to know how she would be able to tell if her own dragon would be a good search dragon. The thought of being part of a search party interested her.
We can try and see?I think so. Maybe we can ask Jeyna about it later. She might know better since she rides a blue.Ragoth's rider is very nice to you.The green said with a hint of jealousy. Not nearly as nice as you are.Labeth perked up at that and looked intently at her rider. The two had no trouble bonding together.
"If Labeth were to have high amounts of Empathy, how could I as a rider be able to tell? Or would I just know that she was?" Amneris asked questions because she felt that talking about things more, made her mind work better, and she could come to her own conclusions faster.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Oct 21, 2007 23:30:38 GMT -5
Vanarath says that he thinks often of the sea, complains that his bed doesn't move, but other than that, and not being used to it, he likes it. Barsamith paused, to check that she wasn't missing anything, then stared at the Brown oddly. She didn't know him very well, and something told her that she should.
"Your bed doesn't move?" Nisha asked, soundly surprised. She wasn't sure what exactly her Green had meant by that remark, and there were several interesting thoughts running through her mind, none that had to do with a hammock. The Weyrbred girl didn't even know what a hammock was.
"And you're from the sea?" Suddenly realizing her other question could be, ah, awkward if it meant what she thought it meant, Nisha changed the subject. "I've never been to the sea."
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Post by effluo on Oct 22, 2007 9:18:10 GMT -5
Hearing Nisha ask about his unmoving bed, G’eph’s eyes widened before he blushed and glared at his brown.
Don’t look at me like that.
I didn’t tell you to say that.
But you thought it.
Sighing at his dragon, he looked back up at Nisha, his face not quite as red this time. “Well you see… Umm… On a ship your constantly moving because of the waves, they are always making the boat rock gently. If we used a bed like these at the Weyr we would roll out of them every time the ship crests another wave, so instead we hang up nets between the posts in the ship and they rock counter to the ship so we don’t fall out of bed… The beds here don’t rock… so it’s a little different trying to fall asleep here.”
Now I sound like a baby who needs to be rocked to sleep… by the shell…
You like it, its not a bad thing.
Hearing her next question he nodded. “My father is captain to the ship Apora, and I’ve worked aboard her for the past eleven turns.” At the mention of her never having been to the sea, he tilted his head in surprise. "Really? Its quite a sight, you should go there when your dragon is large enough to take you. It will be the first place Vanarth and I go."
You should come too, Barsamith. We can swim together. It is fun.
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“You would be able to tell. Perhaps not just yet as she is still young, but you will defiantly notice that she’ll take an interest in others, especially those not yet bonded to a dragon. Its when she starts to show that interest in non-riders that you’ll want to start looking for a searchrider to talk to and better learn your options.”
Lan’ae could not help but smile as Amneris showed a keen interest in the topic, and despite the slight disturbance, he was happy the class was going so well. He could also tell that there were some other green and blue riders interested in the questions Amneris was asking. It made him wonder if, even though it was going quite well, he had come prepared enough. Pity he did not know more of the specific details of search riding… Perhaps he’ll find a search rider to bring to another class, or maybe a workshop with the greens and blues.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Oct 23, 2007 1:41:59 GMT -5
Vanarth invites us to go with him. He says we can swim. I think we will go. Nisha blinked at Barsamith's very autocratic decree, but didn't contradict her. If at a later date Nisha still felt like they would be intruding, she'd protest then.
"Thank you for the invitation, G'eph. It's very sweet of you." She didn't decline, or accept- Nisha had learned a little from the classes about diplomacy, and to be honest, the Greenrider wasn't sure if the Brownrider really wanted her to go, or was just being nice.
She wondered what the beds on ships looked like, and if they were warm or not. And what it would be like to ride a ship for weeks on end. Riding a dragon sounded like a lot more fun. And less likely to tip you over, or toss you out of bed. And working there for eleven turns. That was a very long time.
Barsamith, be a dear, and ask Vanarth's how old he is, please.
Barsamith snorted, wondering why her rider would want to know something like that. It really didn't have any relation to going to the 'Ocean', or a ship, but she didn't question her rider to much.
Mine wishes to know how old yours is.
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