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Post by Phly on Mar 8, 2009 23:31:31 GMT -6
It was very early and rather chilly for the Southern Weyr, all things considered. She hated being a Tanner. She knew she should have signed up with the beastcrafters or the flaming healers or something other than Tanning. Sharding wherry brained mother of hers. She had no respect for her whatsoever! Lenia was an adult, shard it! She could do whatever she liked!
To prove it, she completely snuck off from her Candidate chores to the beach, fishing pole in hand. Hopefully she'd catch something good to bribe the Candidate Master with when he found off she skived off. Not that'd he'd be too mad anyways. Who was gonna ban a Candidate from such an important Hatching? Not that old push over.
Reassuring her concious, Lenia bated her line and cast off, watching with a bit of smug pride how far her line had gone. Hopefully, some pretty girl would come along so that they might have a chat. Lenia was in a particularly good mood and perhaps wouldn't send someone off in a rage because of her bad mouth.
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Post by Khay on Mar 9, 2009 1:05:26 GMT -6
“No Eiko… It isn’t that we are lost… We are simply exploring. I’ve been to the Weyr a plethora of times.”
The voice of a woman traveled through the wind as the chatter of a flit answered the words. It was almost as though the flit was scolding the woman, but the voice soon ebbed away as the green fire-lizard darted around, looking at a pretty rock, her original worries or annoyances forgotten to the pretty stone upon the ground. Nidoria, on the other hand, was rather happy that she had forgotten about the fact that they were taking the long way to the Weyr.
With a toss of his head, Veskir declared that he, on the other hand, hadn’t. He shook his head, black mane flickering in all directions as he stomped his hoof once upon the ground, showing disobedience. It took only a flicker of his ear before the stallion was off, galloping down the beach at full throttle, long legs stretching out fully as laughter escaped from the woman upon his back. His head lowered, his reins loose, the freedom that he felt as ecstatic.
Slowly Nidoria allowed her body to lean across the equine’s neck, her rump lifting from the runner’s back as she closed her eyes. She could feel her equine running deeper into the water, the cool liquid splashing upon her legs. It took a few minutes before she opened them again, enjoying the feel of power that came from her equine, but when she did, she enjoyed the scenery. The cool weather of the south, the breeze gently flowing around her, the waves brushing up on the shore… The bright blue water, the woman fishing directly in their path, the sun and the clouds…
A gasp escaped the woman’s lips as she dragged her eyes back to the woman. Sear the egg! She cursed mentally as her hands went down towards her runners bridle, gripping the rope roughly as she gave the equine a nice jerk, sending him prancing around in the cool ocean, sending water flying all over the place with his movements as he slowed carefully, tossing his head as a whicker escaped his jaw, lips curling faintly.
From behind them the Green Fire Lizard followed, an indignant squawk escaping her lips as she was being left behind. Quickly her claws had wrapped themselves around the pretty rock, and she scampered off with it, taking the air and darting behind the racing duo. When they stopped, of course she got no warning, and crashed into the Bay’s rump, stunned for a moment as she dropped, only to be swept up into the equine’s tail and plopped into the water. Another Squeak escaped her lips.
“Oh Eiko! What silliness are you up to?” Nidoria inquired as she saw the flit go up into the air and back into the water, floating angrily as her eyes whirled red. But the rider paid little heed to her for now, turning her attention back towards the woman, checking for her state as the runnerbeast stomped his hooves into the water, eager to ‘play’ again.
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Post by Phly on Mar 9, 2009 1:19:09 GMT -6
What a perfect morning for fishing! The waters were crystal clear today, Lenia thought, smirking with delight. It might have been cool for the morning, but it was rapidly heating up, turning the equally chilly waters into a more comfortable temperature. Cheerful and content, Lenia relaxed her stance in the water, feeling the waves creeping lower as the tide slowly faded out. She could see a boat leaving shore down the beach. Someone must have just arrived at the Weyr, she mused absentmindedly, her attention half torn between the fishing pole in her hands and the scenery around her.
Southern Weyr was a gorgeous change from her home Weyr, she thought again with relish. Nothing could ruin her day! Absolutely nothing. Well, except for the charging runnerbeast careening right towards her! Turning her head towards the sound of thundering splashes as the great and handsome beast closed the distance between them, Lenia felt as though the world was moving in slow motion.
A green whirl tried to catch up with the stampeding animal just as she felt a happy tug on her line. Her mouth dropped into a desperate 'o' and she twitched, unsure if she should toss herself out of the way or jerk her line to make a catch. The runner decided for her: It was getting to close, she had to flee, flee!
The girl half dove, half leaped forward, her fishing pole forgotten as she hurried to make way for the charging beast. Underwater, she felt rather than heard it come to a stop just a pace from where she 'd been standing previously and heard a splash as something fell into the water as well. Choking on salt water, Lenia hastily pulled herself to her feet, sputtering and heaving, groping for her pole.
"By Faranth, are you out of your sharding mind?!" Lenia roared humiliated that the girl had not only seen her terror but could see the after affects of her flight, a figure came swimming into her vision, blurred by the salty sting of ocean water in her eyes. Had this dimglow not seen her at all? "Are you blind? You could have killed me! You could have -- Oooh!"
The tall Candidate gasped, feeling a hard jerk on the fishing pole she'd somehow managed to cling to. Giving it an impatient jerk, she reeled the contents in: A nice large bass.
"I could have lost my pole, too!"
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Post by Khay on Mar 9, 2009 13:37:41 GMT -6
The woman looked at the girl in the water, silently forcing herself not to smirk as she focused her attention on the mayhem that her runnerbeast had created. The poor boy was always getting himself into trouble, but at least he behaved around dragons, which was more than she could say for most creatures that lived near the beasts. Especially runners, since they were fodder. There was no reason for him to like them, but he did. Actually, it was in Weyrs that he behaved the best. Talk about one twisted boy. But she couldn’t allow herself to think on that too long. She had just scared a woman out of her wits. Ah well, she knew that her runner would have dodged her… The woman didn’t need to know. Actually, she was worried about the creature diving itself into the fishing line. It could have wounded him.
Cold eyes turned towards the roaring girl as she placed her hands upon her runner’s whither and threw one long leg over its back, landing neatly in the water beside the great beast, a hand upon its neck. She slowly dipped her hand into the water and scooped up her firelizard, certain that there was no harm done to the girl. She probably simply had only to breathe for a little bit.
“Actually, had you kept still, we would have jumped right around you. My runner was enjoying the day as you were. I didn’t think that there would be people fishing upon the beach. Usually the people of the Weyr have better things to do.” The woman stated casually, running a hand along her poor green companion, soothing her.
As the woman kept on talking, the more the runner couldn’t help but roll her eyes, a gentle smile hinting at her lips. She was amused, she couldn’t help it. This girl was freaking out because a horse was galloping through the water in her direction when she lived in a Weyr filled with dragons. Someone would have to fill her in on that irony. How one could be frightened of a runner, yet caught breathless by a dragon.
“Oh please… I don’t need your drama. You wouldn’t have died! If you had even taken one look, you would have noticed that my hands were on the reins. You just overreacted, resulting in you nearly losing your poll.” Her voice was cold as she brought her firelizard to her shoulder, Eiko all ready distracted as she curled into the woman’s hair, nestling against her neck. Her stance spoke that she wasn’t at all very apologetic for the fact that the woman had dived into the water. She couldn’t control her actions. One hand on a hip, weight balanced upon the balls of her feet, lips raised in the faintest of smirks.
“Nice catch.” She laughed, seeing the fish. Veskir silently tossed his head into a nod as he trotted through the water, and walked towards the land. Without even a warning, he dropped to his knees and started to roll around, find another excuse to get into the water. Talk about a troublesome trio.
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Post by Phly on Mar 9, 2009 17:17:01 GMT -6
This foolish girl! This irksome gnat! How dare she be so concerned about some sharding runner and not care at all that Lenia had nearly been killed! That she could have been maimed! That she could have impaled herself on her fishing pole and died! It was utterly disgusting how little regard she had for anyone other than that beastie! Angry, she shook water off her bare arms and adjusted the thin, black dyed under shirt she was wearing and strode right up to the other female.
"Jumped right around me? By Faranth, that wild beast of yours wouldn't have changed direction for all the marks on Pern!" Lenia barked, her face set in a disagreeable frown, her bright blue eyes shining in her indignation.
"And why wouldn't people be fishing at the beach?! You think the Weyr Lake has fishies? The only one who ever keeps themselves busy here are those sharding, pompous goldriders!"
Lenia's fists were clenched at her sides. How dare this girl take all this so lightly. How could she be smirking? How could she find Lenia's fear and anger amusing?!
"Over reacting?! Your wild beast was coming straight for me! You should look around next time you decide to run free in places that people normally do gather at."
Panting slightly, her rant over, she stood soaking wet and glaring at the girl whose name she hadn't the faintest idea. Beside her the fist flopped and withered, starved for air as Lenia held it firmly above water, thouroughly intending to enjoy the one thing of this morning that couldn't be hurt the way her pride had been.
"Yes...well, thanks," She muttered, ducking her head slightly, though her frown didn't disappear.
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Post by Khay on Mar 9, 2009 17:50:31 GMT -6
Ooc: Blah....
Nidoria watched as the woman kept getting herself more and more into a fuss, attempting not to simply stand there and throw a punch at her. She could see the anger, she could understand it too. The overreaction was simply something that had caught her off guard. It wasn’t her fault if she had a tongue as sharp as the other! The woman had been in no danger aside from getting wet, which she would have sincerely apologized for had it happened! Instead, she dived into the water, and decided to make this whole scene. It was simply an annoyance.
It was then that her eyes narrowed as the other marched towards her, closer than she would have liked. This was why she preferred the company of her brothers to her sisters. They were also so… So…. So… High strung! They needed to learn to come back down to Pern, and breathe. It helped circulate the oxygen around one’s brain, made things a bit more clear.
“Are you willing to test that theory?” She dared, staring at her harshly. “Because I can guarantee you that he is a well trained as those dragons that fly above your home.” The Runner bit back an insult that popped straight into her mind as she let out a whistle, annoyed, and already irritated. This happened every time that she walked upon dragon land. They always found a way to make her stay disagreeable… Her bay runner silently brought himself back to his feet, looking at both of them, seeming to judge the other female as he placed himself back beside the woman. His ears were pinned back in dislike. He could tell that the argument wasn’t a good one.
“Look at yourself, woman! You’re not hurt! You’re wet because you dived into the water. Yeah, there could have been an accident. There wasn’t. When I let him stretch his legs, no one was around. I’m sorry that it took me a split second to react. I’m Sorry that you didn’t feel my runner’s muscles bunching, ready to react whichever way he had to. If you pride is hurt, my apologies for that also. It wasn’t the intention behind the act. He’s been stuck on a ship for a few sevendays. I wasn’t going to deny him to opportunity to gallop when I saw no one.” The girl spoke coldly, her voice wasn’t in one of anger, it was merely one of stressed patience. It was almost as though she had to do this often, of course, with the size of her beast, she did.
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Post by Phly on Mar 9, 2009 19:02:22 GMT -6
Such a smarmy thing, was she! Thought she was so clever with her quips and her harsh words. Well, Lenia could speak harshly herself! Although...in this light...this sassy smart mouthed little Holder looked quite delicious. At the sudden thought and rush of hormones, Lenia scowled further. This wasn't the time to be lusting! She was supposed to be irritated and annoyed with the other!
"Test away! At least dragonriders have enough sense to watch where their beasts were going!" Lenia snapped, stalking away from the other, fish in one hand, pole in the other. She intended to gut and cook the fish right here and now.
The other girl continued her barrage at Lenia's back and the tall, blue eyed Candidate took it all in, though her patience with the girl was quickly disappearing. She seriously considered backhanding her, but that would take too much time away from the gutting and scaling process as it was. Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything was about her. Nothing was her fault. She heard it without hearing it and rolled her eyes. Finding the flattest and cleanest rock around, she slapped the fish down on it and unsheathed the belt knife she had strapped to her undershorts.
"You need to have your vision inspected," Lenia informed her, finally turning back to the girl, her knife now embedded in the fish's gut. "Sit. Tether the beast to something where he won't run."
She could easily go on and on and continue their little row. It would be fun, but it would waste the precious time she had to herself before she had to actually do work with the tanners. She filleted the fish quickly, deboning it as she'd seen the kitchen workers do. The scales came off quickly, if a bit sloppily. Now all she needed was a fire. There were scraps of old washed up driftwood all around and grabbing whatever was closest to her, she reached into her pocket and pulled out...a rather wet piece of flint.
"Shard it. Can that thing of yours flame?" She barked, glaring up at the other.
"You'll eat some of this," It wasn't a question.
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Post by Khay on Mar 9, 2009 19:38:31 GMT -6
Nidoria felt that her mind was ready to implode. They were just shooting snarky comments back and forth, none of them even getting around the problem. Perhaps she should have held her tongue and just said sorry. She merely narrowed her eyes at the other, half tempted to really send her runner after the woman before her. She could already hear the other’s thoughts rushing through the back of her mind. The true appearance of Weyr and Hold showing. It was annoying, really, to think that she wasn’t beyond these petty arguments, and to see that the other wasn’t either. There would come a day where she didn’t have to listen to them, where she could just work.
At the order that the other sent, Nidoria’s body tensed up as she stared at her as the though the girl had three heads. Did she honestly think that she would stay here, and just forget that the whole thing had happened? She needed some time to breathe, not food! Slowly Nidoria made her way to the sand, dropping the Equine’s reins in front of him, on the ground. That was her tether. He wouldn’t budge, and why she was staying here? She didn’t know. She felt foolish and guilty. Her skills as a runner already tested by this woman. It wasn’t a most welcomed feeling.
“I’m sorry… I’m kind of have an errand to run, but I do have flint.” She stated bluntly as she walked towards Veskir and shoved her hand into a bag, pulling out a flint. “Here you go.” Nidoria called out as she tossed it towards the other, and leaned against the nice warm, wet beast. Gently her hand went towards the green fire lizard around her neck as she took comfort that there were some people that would never judge her. She had little intention of helping the woman with that glare, of course.
At the other statement, Nidoria shook her head faintly. “Like I said, once you’re done with that flint, I must be going. I’m here on a delivery, not a leisure stroll.”
With a shrug of her shoulders, Nidoria deftly slipped her hand into the bag, and started to groom her equine. He was a mess. And there was no way that she was bringing him anywhere need the Weyrwoman looking as scruffy as he did!
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Post by Phly on Mar 9, 2009 19:51:43 GMT -6
Oh, she was still looking so hot and bothered, Lenia noticed, her frown faltering. Hadn't she just done her best to play nice? After all, it wasn't every day that Lenia decided to share her food, particularly something as scrumptious as a bass. She wasn't quite sure why either of them were insisting on disliking each other. True, Lenia already had reason to detest this creature who had humiliated her so, but she was quite willing to look past all that, especially if she had a chance to...The thought trailed off and Lenia turned to stare at the fish so she wouldn't smirk too visibly.
It seemed that her particular way of words really didn't go over to well with the other, but she wasn't entirely sure why. Was this runner girl used to getting orders, to being demanded of? It's not like Lenia had said it all so harshly even. After all, she was attempting to be polite. She reached up to stroke the firelizard on her shoulder and Lenia felt a stab of envy. How did she, of all people, come about a firelizard when Lenia had barely ever seen one up close.
"Errand? At the Weyr? You'll have time to spare, believe me," She said, nodding wisely. "I'll take that flint, though."
The other tossed it to her and Lenia deftly caught it, noticing how she so easily leaned against that runner of hers. She must have owned it for some time, Lenia mused, a strange smile toying about her lips.
"Who are you delivering to? The only person whose in authority to do anything is Norali and she's on the Sands with Phaelith. She'll not want to see you right now," Lenia told her bluntly. Better she know now that the Weyr was all about hurrying up and waiting. "And if it is the Weyrwoman you're wanting to see, she won't see you until after lunch time anyways."
"It's Phaelith's feeding day. She won't leave the Grounds to attend to Weyr matters until after that...after lunch," The short break between the two bits of information allowed Lenia to delicately carve up the fish into thick strips, much like pieces of leather, that would be easier to cook and eat with the lack of utensils and plates that they had.
Looking up, she realized that the girl had started grooming her beast and understood why. He was a sharding mess. Sand and water and other things clung to his fine fur. Yulk. Runners were truly tough to upkeep. Striking the flint and setting the pieces of drift wood ablaze, Lenia stood and approached the other girl.
"Need a hand?" She asked, feeling suddenly unnecessarily helpful.
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Post by Khay on Mar 9, 2009 20:47:02 GMT -6
She had taken a moment to watch the other, looking at how she moved, and how she acted. She didn’t seem like a horrible person, it was simply that their personalities had clashed at first, but that could happen to anyone, right? The thought of taking orders from someone who wasn’t her boss still made her cringe internally. Perhaps the woman hadn’t meant them as an order, but the thought that she had no free will, when she had been fighting against that in her family for all this time made her frown, and frown deeply. She didn’t allow the other to see it, occupying herself with her runner’s gear. Perhaps, again, she was over looking everything. Miss reading the most important facts that had yet to come. The fact that this girl wasn’t out to kill her, but there had to be a way of knowing these things right off the bat. Urgh, she was horrible at judging people. Talk about a hassle and a half.
It was the girl’s words that caused her to groan outwardly. She was hoping that she could just get the errand done with, and then she would be free of all this, and she could spend the next few sevendays roaming around in the South, taking a well deserved break. She’d been traveling non-stop for nearly two turns! She waited for an explanation as she threw her head back against her runner’s rump, causing Eiko so squawk at her indignantly, puffing out her little chest.
“Oh, go catch a nice fish to eat, and go find that pretty rock of yours.” She whispered to the green. The little fire lizard’s eyes glittered like the light of a thousand suns as she crooned out eagerly, and was off! She was such a harebrained flit. The words that followed caused her to sigh softly. Well, she would be here for a while anyway… Perhaps she could spend some time munching on food. She hadn’t eaten anything warm for three sevendays now. It was about time that she stopped munching on her dying rations.
“Yeah, it was Norali… I guess I’ll have the kill some time. I might as well take you up on that offer now.” She spoke calmly, the task of grooming the runner soothing her mind. It was something so simple that wouldn’t change. There were only so many ways that one could groom a runner. Gently putting the brush into her back pocket, she took off the equine’s saddle and bags, placing it upon a rock nearby to dry off. And Veskir, being the good boy that he was, followed, nibbling at her back pocket gently, nosing the brush. He had been enjoying the treatment! Why did she have to stop?
Dragging the runner back with a smile, she looked at the other, who was walking in her direction as she dropped the reins once more. “Stay.” She spoke to the equine, bringing his head around to face hers, only to have him rub his nose against her, using her as a scratching post and practically knocking her into Lenia, Nidoria having been taking off guard.
Catching her balance, she smiled at the other in apology. “Ummm… Yeah… Actually.” She said as she walked back towards the bag and took out another brush. “Do you know how to groom a runner?” The Runner inquired with a faint smirk. Let’s see how much this weyr-dweller knew outside of the basic tasks that the Weyr required of her. And how well Veskir was going to listen. That was the horror story.
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Post by Phly on Mar 9, 2009 22:04:52 GMT -6
The other had been watching her, Lenia noted, though she didn't remark upon this fact and turned away and flounced back to her small fire. Setting the fish on a makeshift spit, she resumed her position right near the other. Hearing her soft groan of what Lenia could only assume to be exasperation - of what, the Candidate wasn't sure - made her smirk widen, following her movements with interested amusement. How strange. One moment they were at each other's throats, the next Lenia felt as though she'd like to stay and talk with this girl forever. The other might be exasperated, but she wasn't leaving.
"Of course you will. You'll find you have all the time in the world here, love," Lenia quipped the term of endearment sounding like the cutting jest she hoped it would be, watching the flit buzz off. An interesting little creature. She really must see about obtaining one for herself. There had to be some clutches laid around here. It was the flaming South, after all.
The tall Candidate watched as the other removed the equine's saddle and gear, thinking that it must be a tough life, having to carry around all that cargo. Poor equine. At least as a dragonrider, she wouldn't have to worry about being cheap transport. The companionship between the two was well noted, as well, for Lenia watched with great curiousity as the the runner gently nipped at her without demanding. She'd never had a pet - or real companion - like that in her entire life. Jealousy spurred into her chest, but she ignored it, content to watch for now.
The other told the runner to stay just as Lenia stepped right behind her, wishing to assert her offer of helping more firmly than she had before. What she got instead was having the other nearly dumped on her. Instinctively, she reached out to help steady, for propriety demanded as much, or so her masculine personality suggested.
"Alright, are you?" She asked, reaching out for the brush the other had collected for her a moment alter. "And, yes, I do. I'm a Candidate. I know how to do all kinds of stuff not related to dragonriding."
"What's your name, anyways?" Lenia demanded suddenly, frowning darkly at the other as though she was making a point not to tell. "I'm Lenia."
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Post by Khay on Mar 10, 2009 20:36:49 GMT -6
If the other thought that she was annoyed at her, she was far from the truth. She needed to just get this job done with… Nearly two foursevendays it had taken her to travel tot he Weyr, and going across the ocean was fun, for all it was worth, but she still yearned for the relaxation that would follow. She had about another 2 foursevendays off. She could relax, and then slowly make her way back towards the Northern Lands, if she didn’t have any work to do at Southern. Of course, she would find that out soon enough. Her thoughts didn’t dwindle in that direction long. Not everything was about her. She merely hoped that the other hadn’t made that mistake. They were just at each other’s throat… Speaking about being at each other’s throat… It was odd that they were suddenly getting along so well. It was quite an entertaining thought.
At the endearment name, her brow twitched faintly as her head snapped upwards. She could hear the jester tones in the other’s speech. Slowly a half smirk spread across her face as she turned her attention back towards her runner. “I’m glad that you say so, doll.” Nidoria replied without skipping a beat, a teasing tone to her own as she brought the brush down the runners side, flicking her wrist faintly. There was something about the other Candidate… Hearing that word come from her had caught her attention too easily. There was a part of her that wanted to play the flirt, but she wouldn’t, liking girls wasn’t something that girls were supposed to do. Thus, she merely blocked all those thoughts from her mind. It would have been fun, but to give the other the wrong impression, it wasn’t worth it.
She felt the other woman steady her as her runner pushed her away, causing her to laugh faintly, almost shyly. Stupid Veskir. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She laughed softly, beneath her breath. “He does that when he wants to get a good scratch, or to show affection. Unfortunately, he doesn’t realize how strong he is.” The Runner stated with a shrug of her shoulders.
“That’s great! You start on one side, and I’ll do the other!” Well, things were looking up! Already she had someone to help her clear this disaster, and keep her company for the long waiting hours that she would have to do before she was admitted into the Weyrwoman’s office. Talk about a day, it seemed like it would never end, this day it did.
“Oh! My apologies. I’m Nidoria.” The young woman spoke with a bright smile, lifting her stomach up onto the Runner’s back to shake the other’s hand. Darn stallion and his height. Always made things complicated. “It’s a pleasure!”
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Post by Phly on Mar 11, 2009 18:06:55 GMT -6
Lenia had turned briefly, making sure that the fish hadn't, by some form of freakish accident, caught on fire and had missed any looks or expressions the interesting young woman had for her. Satisfied that her catch had yet to burn to a crisp, the tall female turned back to her compainion and was pleased to see a smirk playing upon her face as well. Well, things were turning out well, now weren't they? Her quick response and the affectionate word set Lenia into one of the best moods she'd been in in quite some time.
"It's certainly the truth, my dear. The riders might be getting ready for 'Fall, but us Candidates got nothin' to do but wait. And I'm sure you'll be wanting to watch the Hatching, huh?" She said coolly, a slight smile upon her face.
"I doubt Norali'll let anyone leave with out them staying to watch Phaelith's Clutch Hatch!"
Her soft and almost shy sounding laughter further piqued Lenia's interest in the girl. What was it for? Was she embarassed to have been caught so by Lenia? Or was it something else?Well, Lenia could hardly say; she wasn 't the most apt person at reading others, but this soft laughter was interestingly amusing. She'd have to try and pull it out some.
"Well, he's not the only one who does enjoy a good scratch," She said, her tone bordering playfully flirtatous. The Candidate could indeed understand his sentiments. Only too bad he really couldn't say what he was feeling at any particular time, like a dragon or a firelizard could.
A slight grin played up on her face as the other put a brush in her hands. She took her place on the other side of the runner, opposite of her new aquaintance. Indeed, she had cleaned off a runner before, although beastcrafting really wasn't her thing. Still, she wasn't about to give up the opportunity to continue to speak to this interesting lady because she didn't enjoy the job of taking care of beast. Starting at the top of his neck, she began to gently work her brush against his fur.
"Nidoria, hm? Nice name," Lenia replied, enjoying the smile on her face. She reached up with her free hand, clasping this Nidoria's hand her own. "A pleasure indeed."
"Nidoorriaaaa," She murmmered, testing the name out on her lips once more.
"So, where do you come from? I'm assuming not from around here, hm?"
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Post by Khay on Mar 13, 2009 23:58:55 GMT -6
The affectionate words continued, and she couldn’t help but smirk faintly, a slightly twisted smile upon her lips. She didn’t let the other see it, hiding it behind her runner, but it was still there, and very much existent. If only this woman knew that she was interested in girls, she probably wouldn’t be endearing her for very long! Most people went away running to the hills when they found out, calling her disgusting and telling her that it was the cruelest joke they had ever heard. Ah well, it was their loss! At least she could have guaranteed that she wouldn’t have ditched the woman like her man had… And the no pregnancy thing was a plus! Children bothered her.
“Well… If it is expected within about three to four foursevendays, then I’d love to go.” She smiled. Wanna call it a date doll? She thought to herself with great amusement. She wasn’t going to say the words, but they were tempting, even if only to see the other’s reaction. It would be splendidly beautiful! She could feel it within her gut. Nidoria knew however that if she even dared to open her mouth to say such a comment, it would probably result in a nice slap across the face, that would end in her having to say that she attempted to flirt with a candidate. Oh yeah, nice way to get herself in trouble there!
At the other comment, she laughed earnestly. It was interesting how dragonriders, and clutch mothers acted around their eggs, They were always so possessive. Touchy touchy! But, if that was her excuse, then she would have to stay, wouldn’t she? And flirt with this little girl some more, if not modestly. Besides, how often did she ever get to let her hair down? Never! It was about time that she put work aside… After this, of course.
At the flirtatious sound, Nidoria looked at her, raising a brow faintly, a coy smile upon her lips as she watched her. “Would you like a good scratch as well, love?” She countered back smoothly, wrapping her arms over the equine’s back as she watched her, a malicious glint within her eyes. It felt nice, this release. At least the other had started it!
She listened to the other girl say her name, grinning. It sounded slightly enticing coming from her lips! But she slowly dropped herself down to the other side of the runner and go back to work. She was tempted to just look at her new acquaintance. It was much more interesting than grooming the equine, that was certain! “You have a beautiful name yourself. Lenia.” She spoke it, tasting it. It had this sort of wild and spiced taste. It was almost perfect. She felt thrilled.
“Nah, I’m from Nerat… Actually…” She stated wincing as she did. Many people didn’t like those people. “I work as a full time Runner though, so I’m pretty much sent everywhere around Pern. There is probably not a single Hold that I haven’t been through.” She admitted. It was a tough life. People thought it was great, but it was tiresome. Ah well, at least she got to meet interesting people!
"What about you, are you from here?" Nidoria inquired with genuine curiosity as she continued to groom Veskir, going down his neck. Sheesh he was filthy!
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Post by Phly on Mar 14, 2009 23:08:16 GMT -6
She really was very pretty, Lenia thought, trying to peek over the tall runnerbeast's back to get another glimpse at her. Too bad Nidoria was ducked in a way that Lenia could only see the top of her head and the hair sitting upon it. It had been so long since she'd found a girl who she'd like to take to bed, Lenia thought idly, pulling the brush along the runner's neck and feeling the tangles of his fur gently work out. The job before her - both brushing the runnerbeast and worming her way into Nidoria's life permanently - would be long and tedious, but she relished the challenge.
"Mmm, yeah, that sounds about right. She's had the Clutch on the Sands for about a sevenday, so in a couple of four sevendays, they should be Hatching," Lenia said, pondering over this fact. "Don't worry, I'll show you to the best seat in the house, dearheart."
A moment later, Nidoria was laughing earnestly at her remarks about Phaelith. She herself cracked a smile as well, pleased that she was pleased. It was true though, about dragons and their riders. Norali was bursting with pride because Phaelith was bursting with pride. She wanted to show that Clutch off to all the Weyrs of Pern, no doubt. About to comment again, she was caught off guard by this sudden turn from playfulness to flirtation. Oh, ho. So she did take kindly to it, did she?
"As long as they were your hands," She replied, just as swiftly, resting her chin on the runnerbeast's back, looking intently at the other. Lenia was prepared to jump right over the runner, tackle the woman to the ground, and have her way with her. Of course...she had to consider the fact that Nidoria just might be playing along. Well, if that was the case, then she'd just have to dig deeper to find out.
"Good thing you like it. I'd have changed my name to better suit you!" Lenia told her, a soft laugh following.
As the conversation turned to the places that they came from, Lenia nodded slightly. Nerat. Oppressive place, wasn't it? She'd heard that women weren't allowed to do hardly anything there and thus was surprised that Nidoria had found herself here at all.
"How'd you manage that? Isn't it hard...well, I mean aren't women..." Lenia trailed off, finding it difficult to find the words.
"Well, either way, it doesn't matter. You're here and that's what does. I'd prefer you here, rather than there!" The tall Candidate said with an air of finality.
"And, no. I'm not from Southern. Came here from High Reaches ((I thiiink XD)) after I got Searched. Mum wasn't too happy, but what does it matter? I'm a Candidate."
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Post by Khay on Apr 9, 2009 21:01:25 GMT -6
Nidoria’s lips curled into a smile as the other spoke, her eyes glinting with the faint amusement of seeing a bunch of dragon eggs hatch. It was quite a different experience than she could have dreamt of getting at Southern. And at the thought of the other giving her the best view of the sands. This would be a once in a lifetime thing most likely, and she’d be able to report back to the Northern Holds about the prosperity of South! Of course, many people probably wanted her to be doing such things, but she didn’t like to go by the norm of things. Instead, exploring was all part of the fun.
“Well then, I’ll have to remember that for the next time we’re alone.” She gripped wickedly as she flicked the comb carefully down the Runner’s mane, allowing her fingers to flow through his coarse mane only to taunt the other. Her fingers twined in the mane as she gently allowed her hand to run almost suggestively over the equine’s neck, and down the equines side, scratching him happy when he turned his head to peer at her, a soft laugh escaping her lips. Yeah, she knew she was acting silly…
“Change your name, for a stranger? Darling, you only do that when your past the third month mark.” She added with a wink as she brought her eyes towards the equine. She’d give away that she was being serious if she looked at her, and she knew this to be the truth. Part of her wasn’t looking for games and teasing, part of her was hoping that this would prove to be something more than the lies that she lived. Ah well, it was the first meeting, the first ‘date’, there would be more, she was sure. Besides, if she was lucky, she’d get to spend some time with the candidate. And they still had that meal to eat… Fun, fun! She was actually looking forward to it now.
“I look like a man, kinda, and I was headstrong. That’s it.” Nidoria chuckled as she looked at the fish. “But High Reaches is nice, I’ve been there quite enough.”
“How’s the grub coming?” She inquired with a tilt of her head. There were just some people that a person tended to get along with right off the bat. She had no idea why, but this Lenia woman was one of those people. They had started off at a rocky start, and now it just flowed. It was perfect.
((Waenlath goes sulking in her corner because she doesn't exist.))
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