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Post by shadowreine on Apr 4, 2009 23:54:44 GMT -6
"Are you both alright?" T'hon, an older greenrider, asked that of his two passengers.
Rilon, the boy, slid down from the green, reaching to help his pale sister down."I'm fine. Woosh..that was a ride!"
The dragon regarded him with whirling eyes.
"Thank you," Margali added, as if tagging it on to her brother's comments. So, this was a Weyr. Not quite how she had envisioned it, but Southern was supposedly more open than the older northern Weyrs. She tugged her hat back on...she'd taken it off for the flight, worried she would drop it between. It helped drop the light to more reasonable levels.
Well, soon enough, she would never need to go out in daylight again. If she was lucky, all of her problems would very soon be solved. Margali the burden would, she could dare hope, be Margali the wherhandler. A green would do her just fine. And if she had to stand a couple of times before bonding, so be it. And she could see better at night...
Rilon regarded his sister. He had seen her grey eyes light up at the prospect of bonding a wher. Perhaps not for the beast itself, but he knew how tired she was of feeling crippled. From what she had said, to her, the bowl would be dim, the dragons flashes of color. to him?
It was incredible. The mountain above them, a few dragons, mostly blues and greens, in the air above. He would have to wait a while for his chance at his own, but he could be patient. ANd if he never Impressed, the wide lands of the South remained, he could still find his own holding...maybe marry a girl who was in the same boat.
He glanced at Margali. "Quite the different world, isn't it."
"Yes..."was all she said, a little subdued.
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Post by Phly on Apr 5, 2009 11:50:17 GMT -6
Norali. Your greenrider is back from Search.
During naps, they're your greenriders.
The gold's eyes whirled in a great circular motion, the draconic form of eye-rolling. Shaking her great head, she turned towards the Weyrbowl, mildly annoyed at her rider. Phaelith do this. Phaelith do that. Phaelith talk to them. Phaelith tell them not to. Blah, blah, blah. She wasn't some kind of Hold canine!
Green, tell your rider to keep the Candidates where they're at. My rider and I are coming for them. She said, ominous in her irritation. Turning back to Norali, she huffed, Come.
With a yawn and stretch, the goldrider was up. She'd stayed dressed knowing that someone would come along to bother her nap. With practiced easy, she mounted her gold and they were down to the Weyrbowl. For a moment, Norali forgot herself; how would a Candidate feel seeing a gold, mature dragon come popping out of their weyr and descend upon them? Oops.
Phaelith landed neatly and Norali sighed. This probably wasn't the best way to welcome a couple of new faces. As she dismounted, she did something that she hadn't done since Weyrlinghood: Forgotten how slippery a dragon's hide was just after oiling. With a squeak of terror and protest, she tumbled off her crouched dragon, landing in a heap at the gold's feet.
Phaelith reared, rumbling her laughter. Her rider shot her a glare and, with as much dignity as she could muster, pulled herself onto her feet and dusted herself importantly.
"Candidates! Welcome to Southern Weyr!"
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Post by shadowreine on Apr 5, 2009 23:02:42 GMT -6
To Margali, the arriving gold was a golden blur. She did, though, get a fairly accurate impression of the great queen's size.
At least whers were smaller. The gold had a rider, she noticed. The Weyrwoman herself? Perhaps. Did Southern have more than one gold dragon? Larger Weyrs often did.
For right now, she stood there as the woman slid to the ground...squeaking. That caused her to relax. The goldrider couldn't be too scary, right? Although she wasn't, quite, sure why she squeaked. She adjusted her hat, wondering if the searchrider would explain or if she would have to do it herself.
(T'hon? He was too busy trying not to laugh at the Weyrwoman).
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Wow. Rilon watched the gold land. His dragon would not, could not, be that large...golds only bonded to women and bronzes were smaller...so were the various mutated colors. She was magnificent, though, and he admired her without the slightest reservation.
Huge, shiny...he had thought the green large, but comparing her to the gold...there was no real comparison. The woman on her back might well be Southern's Weyrwoman. He was trying not to be intimidated, but he could not help but take a step backwards...
...and then the Weyrwoman *fell off her dragon*. He blinked, fighting back undignified laughter. She obviously had just misjudged her descent, but..
It was, in fact, Margali who spoke. "Umm. Thank you."
Rilon knew he would break up laughing if he opened his mouth...
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Post by Phly on Apr 10, 2009 23:27:58 GMT -6
Pursing her lips and attempting to - and failing miserably with Phaelith almost on her side, groaning with draconic laughter - look intimidating, she survayed the two newest residents of her Weyr with some interest. Her eyes lingered much longer on the girl than on her brother, considering the condition the Weyrhealer had described she had. Indeed, she was the palest person Norali had ever seen in her life, but was still attractive enough for any man - or woman for that matter - to droll over. Her brother looked like the impish sort, she decided with a slight narrowing of her eyes. Laugh it up, fuzzball, she thought.
With a sigh, the charade was off. She couldn't act tough and speak tough. It just wasn't in her cards.
"Was your ride alright, Margali? I'm sure T'hon could have arranged to bring you a little later when the sun was completely down," Norali mused, rubbing her awkwardly large 'man-hand' across her chin in a thoughtful manner.
"But I suppose it's too late for coulda, shoulda, wouldas. You'll be settling in with the wherhandlers in the so called "catacombs." You, Rilon, will be with the rest of the Candidates. You'll find a spaciously comfortable room to yourself...until the next Search," The Weyrwoman continued simply.
"Have either of you eaten? Any clothes and the like that you need to get settled in with? If you've got no sets of clothes with you, we can wake the Weyr tailor for necessities and get you both a decent wardrobe tomorrow."
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Post by shadowreine on Apr 10, 2009 23:34:24 GMT -6
Rilon glanced at his sister. "We ate, but only lightly. And we both brought our Gather clothes and a couple of changes of work clothes. I guess we can ask the tailor what else we might need."
Margali, softly, cut in. "I could probably use another pair of trousers or two. I doubt skirts are good for dealing with whers." Trousers might be unfeminine, but they were definitely better for heavy work. The Weyrwoman probably wore them a lot too, when not needed to look like a woman. "And the ride was fine." Catacombs? That sounded almost appealing to her. She supposed that the wherhandlers dwelt a little away from the rest of the Weyr so that nobody would wake anyone up.
For his part, Rilon was admiring the gold dragon. "I had not realized just how large a queen dragon actually is. Would she mind if I got a little closer?"
Besides, he wanted to look at the dragons, at how they were put together. If he was going to be looking after one...
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