What did I sign up For? (74.02.08) (Open)

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K'rill snored peacefully in his sleep. Junith had other ideas. The first brush of her head against him only succeeded in rolling him over to his side. He continued to snore. The puff of hot air in his hair? No response either. He gave the flitt Cyrus a look. he looked back at her and trilled. <Mien does not wake Big Sister Dragon Princess. Perhaps you could try Human-Image-speech?> Junith just sort of nodded. She had her own ideas of how to properly wake him.

MINE! GET YOUR SHARDIN' BODY UP! IT'S TIME TO GO HAVE SOME FOOD AND SOME FUN! IF YOU DON'T GET UP NOW I'L..I'LL..GO GET FOOD MYSELF!

K'rill awoke then, with a start. "my love? you're hungry? well, let me wake up some..then we'll all go get a meatroll and some eggs or something.. ok?" This seemed to pacify the dragon a little, but she still remained huffy. K'rill groaned, stretched, and wiped his eyes. Cy crooned and hopped up onto his shoulder. He showed K'rill what he wanted. a big pile of meat, cut up into bite size pieces. K'rill chuckled and said,"Alright Cyrus. we will get you just that."

Making his way out of his Weyr, and with Junith following bside him, he made his way to the Dining room, hungry and eager to chat with whoever would be there. K'rill noted oddly that the sun had not yet arisen. So..why were they all up so early? or was it still nighttime? He figured someone would let him know when he arrived. He'd had a restful sleep and he noted that his dragon was walking as though she were being gazed upon. I'm not certain anyone is up my love.

that does not matter to me. I am still going to look pretty Mine. you know this. The prettiest female in the whole Clutch has to be gorgeous always. K'rill nodded.

He enter the dining room and Junith curled up by the door, not wanting to venture too much further inside, until she saw signs of food apparently. Cyrus,for his part, was chittering away on K'rill's shoulder.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar ambled into the kitchen, not expecting anyone except the kitchen drudges and cooks to be about at this early an hour. He even thought it was rather perfectly timed for avoiding the early risers of the full fledged riders, who would at this time probably have gotten some drudge or other to bring their breakfast to their weyrs. He therefore came to a complete stop, his eyes widened, when he spotted one of his fellow Weyrlings in the dining hall. Not just any of the others either, but the former farmer, K’rill, who always stood out to K’tar as being taller than Holt. Judging by the Midnight firelizard perched on K’rill’s shoulder, the other youth was here for the same purpose as K’tar. Namely, obtaining food.

K’tar waited until the nearby kitchen people were distracted by K’rill, then snagged himself several meatrolls a bubbly pie — he was firmly opposed to the concept of eating tubers and such things in the morning.

“Hey K’rill,” he called. “How’d Junith do at the gliding yesterday?” He hadn’t been paying much attention to the performance of his classmates’ dragons, because he’d been trying to help Viarth with an idea that should have kept Viath’s wings in place with no effort (and ended up tangling around the Purple’s legs and causing him to crash).

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K'rill was at once mobbed by drudges and all assured that yes food was prepared and ready. What did he want? Meatrolls, mostly. Any ground up unused meat they had, (for his flitt), and maybe a herd beast leg for Junith, if they had any? K'rill obtained the necessary food. Then, he heard a voice, something that he, in all honesty, hadn't been expecting. Kirill didn't jump, but Cyrus turned his head and gave a curous look. K'rill recognized the voice as belonging to a K'tar, rider of the Purple Viarth.

K'rill turned his head, so that he was facing K'tar and called, back"I'm well so far. a woken by a hungry dragon but when is that ever not normal? haha. Junith did admirably at the gliding yesterday. I never thought I'd say it, but I might apply for moonlight duty. Why? Because the, no on will be able to Junith when she swoops Between and burns the Thread out of the sky."

K'rill paused to take out of a meatroll, chew, and swallow, then continued. "Won't you join us for breakfast? Bring Viarth, if he wishes to come that is. I'm sure Junith won't mind sharing her herd beast."

Cyrus was pleased with the outcome, Junith, however, was not. She glared finely at her Mine,"YOU MEAN I WAS MERELY ADMIRABLE TO YOU? I WILL NOT SHARE MY HERBEAST WITH ANYONE! PARTICULARLY THAT PERPLEXEDLY PURPLE! NO! I WAS EXCEPTIONAL YESTERDAY, AS I AM IN ALL DAYS! SOMETIMES, MINE, I WONDER WHY I WAS IMPRESSED BY YOU!

Great. Junith was in one her "moods" again. Though he tried to hide it, K'rill could sense that K'tar had noticed Junith's fury. Shard, anyone could! She over did it on the emotional side of things. Always. K'till, tried to play cool,"mind grabbing me one more of those bubbly pies K'tar?" he asked and motioned towards the exit and indicated that it might be best to attempt to watch the sunrise and eat at the same time, if K'tar wanted to. K'rill knew that, as a farmer, this was a more ho hum sight than most, but still...it brought a certain joy that perhaps only they could appreciate...

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

“I’d love to,” K’tar replied. He could just barely see Junith by the door, but it was enough to tell that the weyrling was not overly pleased with something. Likely, the idea of sharing her food with Viarth. “Viarth’s already eating though, so Junith won’t have to worry about sharing,” he added. It was even a true statement, for he’d had some meat left over from the night before and had managed to, aided with some endless suggestions from Viarth, create a sort of cool storage to keep it in. Viarth had eaten it all upon waking, pronounced it good enough for a snack, and, for a wonder, was actually napping.

K’tar’s answer to K’rill’s second question was even simpler. The young man simply reached over, grabbed several of the pies, and, grinning held three of the six out to K’rill. “It’s not one pie, but…” K’tar let the rest of the sentence trail off unsaid, grinning widely.

“Shall we go?” he asked, taking a couple steps towards the exit that led out to the Bowl. He really wanted to see the sunrise; doing so was one of the reasons that he often got up early, aside from habit. Back at Stormy Plains, he’d always wanted to beat his older brother up (since the alternative was usually some form of surprise attack), and he had yet to lose the habit.

“So, what did you name the little firelizard?” K’tar asked, glancing over (and up) at K’rill. He might have heard, but he couldn’t remember for sure, and it was a question that fit into the category of appropriate small talk, at least according to how Lord Famoran had defined such things. K’tar’d paid more attention to those definitions than his flamboyantly happy-go-lucky attitude towards lessons might lead others to believe. Being friendly, he’d always tried to follow those rules when around people he didn’t know extremely well, so as to avoid appearing rude. Of course, being as they were designed for interactions between Lords and other high-ranking people, it didn't always work the way K'tar expected it to.

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K'rill took the three bubbly pies happily and grinned. How could he not? He nodded at K'tar's "shall we go?" question and followed him out to the Bowl. Junith followed behind them Cyrus chirried adoringly and happily. he smelled the food and knew it was coming. There is no need to share my love Viarth has already eaten.

Good. I hadn't planned on sharing anyway. Is that perplexing Purple joining us? my love, he is napping. She huffed and said,"So, he is lazy. This does not surprise me Mine.

K'rill smiled at k'tar and bit into a bubbly pie, chowed and swallowed. Junith, ran to the Bowl and began to run around it. He remembered that K'tar had asked him about his flitt. he said, as the Midnight crooned curiously and looked at the food, hungrily,"this little guy is called Cyrus." he fed Cy a fw meat strips, which he took in his fore paws and ate, as Theila had done days earlier.

" Do you think Viarth is awake enough to join Junith in the bowl? Would you mind trying to wake him. Otherwise, she will be rather lonely." He hated to impose, but he didn't need to have his dragon lonely. Loneliness made her moody. She didn't need to be moody. He also noticed that she was currently quite enjoying her herdbeast.

Mine! Do not bring that Prickly Purple here! He cannot fly! I would rather be alone and receive all the looks and attention. I do not wish to share it with him! grr... at least I don't have to share, right, Mine? This is a good thing. K'rill thought,my love, sometimes you must compromise.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

“Cyrus is a cool name,” K’tar commented, looking the Midnight firelizard over. At least the little guy seemed friendly enough, not likely to randomly go into a claw and tooth attack. K’tar decided cautiously to enjoy the firelizard’s presence. “He seems well-mannered about the food,” K’tar added, smiling slightly as he watched the little Midnight carefully holding the meat strips in his fore paws for consumption.

The sky was lightening noticeably in front of them, and there were more people streaming through the corridors behind them towards the kitchen. There were even a couple early-rising dragons winging their way out of their personal Weyrs, getting enough clearance before going between, likely to the fields where the herdbeasts were kept. K’tar smiled at the sight, his spirits soaring with those dragons. Soon, within four months now, Viarth and he would be able to fly together, though it would take awhile before they would be able to fly for any real distance or through any real maneuvering.

K’rill mentioned calling Viarth in then, and K’tar returned his focus to the ground, his fellow Weyrling, and Black Junith. He had no clue what Junith was saying, of course, only being aware that she looked displeased or annoyed or even maybe a bit mad, but he took that to be related to the fact that she was eating and being a little food-aggressive. Viarth after all, was still not keen on being approached while he was eating, though he simultaneously preferred to eat in the company of friends, rather than alone. In that, as in a great many other things, he reflected his rider, for K’tar, though fond of a friend’s company at any and all times, was not one for sharing food once he had obtained it and was eating, though he would gladly fetch a friend, casual acquaintance, or even stranger something to eat if they asked it of him.

Viarth, he called. Would you mind coming out into the Bowl to keep Junith company? He paused a beat, then added: and don’t steal any of her herdbeast haunch, please.

Black-Junith-conversation-enjoyer-intense-feeling is there? Viarth asked, while standing up and stretching himself, ending with an all over shake of his body. Stretching again, he ambled out of the Weyrling barracks and into the Bowl.

Greetings, Black-sister-Junith, Viarth called. He would have maintained a slow walk for an approach, but K’tar won their completely silent battle, so the Purple weyrling increased his speed to a trot. Viarth came to a halt near Junith, although not too close. He might be an exceptionally enthusiastic guy, but he knew to respect another’s boundaries with regards to food.

How are your wings this day? Viarth inquired, cocking his head slightly. His eyes were, as nearly always, a fairly fast whirling blue-green, revealing a happy, friendly dragon. For dragon he was fast becoming, already, at 15 feet from point of shoulder to point of rump, about fifty-percent of his adult size.

[Doom]

K'rill relished the sunrise. he watched, as mystified as the day he'd fist seen it, as the sky lightened and dragons flew. he cast a longing glance up at the sky. Maybe someday soon they'd fly together, he and Junith. Then, maybe she'd go Between and they could fight Thread together. Junith seemed to brighten alittle at the approach of Viarth. he eyes changed form orange annoyance to blueish green happiness.

She answered Viarth,"Hello Purple-brother Viarth. My wings are sleek, beautiful, and doing well, yours? How was your nap? After I finish this shall we ran the Bowl a bit together? How was the gliding for you? Other have said you took quite the fall are you well? For once, Junith gave him a concerned look. Her eyes turned a bit purple, to match his skin.

K'rill turned to K'tar, seeing the dragons seemed to be getting along fine, and asked,"Did you ever think we'd end up here? with our own Dragons..learning to fly?"

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar had gone back to admiring the steady increase in color that heralded the sun as Viarth started trotting towards Junith. The sky was streaked with soft pinks, pale purple, and some blue, with golden yellow just starting to appear.

Viarth meanwhile, was having reached Junith, occupied in conversation. My wings are well. The right one a bit more well than the left, however. As he spoke, he experimentally extended his left wing, wincing slightly as it reached mid-extension. He held it there for a second, oblivious to the fact that the sun was shining through the Purple sail in a rather magnificent fashion, then carefully folded it back to lay along his side and back once more.

My nap was most excellent, though I don’t think I’ll be repeating the experience; napping wastes too much time. I’d love to run the Bowl with you, Viarth replied. It wasn’t completely true, for he’d rather have remained standing and talking, but one could run and talk at the same time, and fast-thing-competitive-races… races were fun, for all that they took effort, they were good-thing-fun. We could race? he inquired. I did ok at the gliding, the ouch-pain-crash wasn’t that bad. I will have to remember not to try and stabilize my wing position with a sheet though. What of your gliding, it went well?

K’tar glanced over at K’rill. “No,” he replied. “I dreamed about it loads of times, but I never thought it’d actually happen.” He smiled. “Only four more months,” he commented. He didn’t think to clarify the meaning of the words, for the subject of slight was always on his mind, and that first flight was coming up fast. “You excited about it?” he asked.

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[ Weyr Bowl/74.02.08]

K'rill for all his thinking about it, upon hearing K'tar's question had to say that he was very excited by the prospect of flight. He looked over at K'tar, while Cyrus ate some more meat quieted and occasional crooned adoringly at his Mine.
I am quite by the potential that I see. Junith seems as she be quite the majestic flyer. I'm ..uncertain as to how well she will do combat wise, as she has not been tested there. But, I'd love to fly with her no question. What are you most looking forward to?

So...the Prickly Purple wanted to race. Juntih's eyes grew almost bright in their shades of blue and green. She turne her head to face viarth, up from her meat, and said, "Of course Brother Viarth! I'd love to race! Your wing looks amazing in the sun. It is a shame that you cannot extend it all the way out. Sorry to hear that you crashed, I'm curious though, why? What caused you to crash, just being clumsy? and as she said this, Junith took off running around the bowl. She called back,"Come on! Prickly Purple Brother! You had a nap you should be scorching me! Or do you not wish to take this seriously? hmm? I'll bet you this, whichever of us loses this race has to out and bring lunch for everyone...and...they have to glide partway to do it. Junith seems satisfied with this argment as she continued to run around the Bowl.

K'rill had to admit that, watching the two race and eating, was quite fun. He finished the first meat roll, and started in another bubbly pie. Cyrus, having finished his meat, chirred at his Mine and flew to land on K'tar's shoulder and creel curiously at him.

[ confident // xxx // Ghost // none ]

She's confident she'll win...but will she?

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar’s grin broadened. “What’s not to look forward to,” he replied. “Personally, I’d love to try some of those tricks that the riders use when they’re showing off. Triple-corkscrews would be awesome!” He glanced back at the dragons, who were just starting to run away from the meat and across the Bowl.

“I have to say, sometimes I wish this wasn’t an Interval,” K’tar continued. “There’d be nothing more exciting than flying Thread.” A weight settled on his shoulder than and he turned his head slightly to see that Cyrus had settled there, and was creeling at him.

“What do you want, silly,” K’tar asked, cocking his head at the firelizard. “I’ve only got a bubbly pie. If you want meat, you really should be talking to the dragons.” He paused for a second, then added: “They’re gone right now, so if you want to see if they left anything, I’d go now, was I you.”

Viarth had started to answer Junith, but then she started forward, calling back for him to follow. The race was beginning. I had made a wing-stabilizer from a sheet, Viarth responded, pushing off with his powerful legs and chasing after Junith. It tangled my left wing when I tried to backwing-landing-move. What is this serious you speak of?

Despite his last words, Viarth was running as fast as he truly could. His stride was the longer of the two, but that same fact, an advantage in a longer distance or primarily straight race, was a downfall in a shorter race or one with more turns, especially when the opponent started the race with a lead, which Junith had.

Condition accepted! Viarth added, stretching his neck and tail out as he galloped forward. He was nearly neck and neck with Junith, but his nose was still a touch behind hers. It was a good thing that not many people were clogging the Bowl at that moment, because there was little way that Viarth, at least, could have successfully dodged any such “obstacle”; not at the speed he was holding down.

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K'till could only nod and chuckle at his flitt's antics. "I have to agree K'tar. But what can we do? We need the training anyway. We may grumble, but I understand what you mean. I have to say that those tricks might be fun, but I'm all for the Thread portions of this swirling Between and fighting Thread where it may be. I think it excites Junith the most anyway."

Cyrus kept off of K'tar's shoulder and ran over to the hard beat, much too big fro him and he began to nibble on portion where Junith had not eaten. He creeled and nibbled, clearly pleased that there was some meat left. K'rill just shook his head" Laria and I are training him, she's her Gus, which she somehow Impressed at the last Hatching. Don't ask me how, I personally think he saw the other two flitts she already has and wanted a piece of the action." he chuckled some more.

Junith responded to her Purple Brother," Poor Viarth. Such a shame. Perhaps then you should win this race? So, I may be the one to glide and bring lunch back for us both? No, silly! I'm going too win and watch you glide! What gave the idea to stabilize with a sheet? that's.. interesting. Perhaps I should try that sometime. You have to instruct Yours to stand back though no? It seemed like he caused the crash more than you. But, I couldn't really tell. What do you think of my wings in the sun? She was having a ball of fun with this. She ran on around the bowl. Junith really believed she could beat any dragon in a race around the bowl. She was simply doing this for some exerciser.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar shrugged in response to K’rill’s “what can we do”. There wasn’t anything any of them could do, though K’tar was all for getting his hands on a sky chart and going between to about 20 Turns earlier and flying a fall or two. However, he hadn’t shared that particular plan with anyone yet. It would be fun, but he didn’t really want to get chewed out upon return (and he definitely didn’t want to get prevented from going), so he had to be careful about who he told.

“Laria… she’s that flitt-trainer, the one with the blind eye?” K’tar was pretty sure he was remembering correctly, but it never hurt to ask.

Viarth raced onwards. He’d finally pulled up so that his Purple nose was exactly level with Junith’s Black one, his nostrils dilated as he sucked air in. The stabilization-sheet was my own idea, I saw Mine use a sheet to tie things in place, and thought that it might be used to keep one’s wings in the appropriate-for-gliding-position. Viarth sprang forwards once more, attempting to pull ahead. Yes, running was hard and he’d rather do something else, but gliding was harder, and he definitely didn’t want to have to do any of it today.

How should I know what I think of your wings in the sun when I haven’t seen them spread to catch it yet today, Viarth responded, his blue-green eyes spinning a bit faster. They were nearing the finish line, and… Viarth stretched his stride out further, taking advantage of his slightly longer legs and body.

They were across the unmarked finish line then, and Viarth came to a stop, prancing in place in a fashion that reminded K’tar of a high-bred runnerbeast. I’ll know soon though, Viarth commented, meaning how he thought of Junith’s wings in the sun. Since you’re bringing lunch… If dragons could grin, Viarth would surely have been doing so. Life was fun, and fun was life, and he’d won and hanging out with Black-ebony-Junith-sister was fun.

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K'rill nodded at K'tar's question. "Indeed she is the trainer with the blind eye. You would never know it though. She has a flitt that she claims is her now useless eye. She's a pretty remarkable girl. I'll give her that. I'm sure I would continue to try, despite whatever the Search laid out for me. But, she has done something remarkable, there's no denying that."

Junith was a sore loser, but this was one of her Brothers, she couldn't admit how humiliated she was, in front of him. She spokked to Viarth,"Yes, yes Brother Viarth you have beaten me today. but, next time you will not be so lucky! You will not know that I want to race and I will so far ahead you cannot catch up. This may be my day, but know this. Perhaps I let you win. i wouldn't want to harm your wing anymore than it already is hmm?

Junith suspected she knew what everyone wnated. and she glided off, at least towards the kitchens, for a bit.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

“Really?” K’tar inquired. “The firelizard acts as her eye?” It seemed borderline fantasy to him, even given that firelizards could pass images to the people they bonded to, simply because the amount of training that must have been involved would be… insane. Firelizards could do a lot, but they also tended, in K’tar’s opinion, to only do those things when they felt like it, or if they did them when you asked, to not quite do them the right way. For instance, to deliver a message but then take their own slow time returning after having done so.

If dragons could grin, Viarth would have done so. It wasn’t that winning was of any particular importance to him, but there was a rush that came with a victory, which was almost as good as the feeling of being in the spotlight.

Perhaps you did, Viarth conceded, his eyes slowing their blue-green whirl before speeding up once again. and perhaps the sky is truly green and none of us can tell, he added teasingly.

However, I am glad that you were concerned for my wing… He hesitated, watching as Junith flew off, his head cocked to one side. and your wings look quite good in the sunlight! he called after her.

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K'rill nodded,"Yeah. She's got one whole flitt for that. Her other flitt guards her and the third? She's training him to be like her other two. I'll say this, if you do decide to go Impress a flitter, make sure you get to train you. She's quite good." K'rill's tone suggested respect was all he had for the flitt trainer and this was true. He had a lot of respect for her. He couldn't have done anything like that himself. he turned ot K'tar and asked,"So, what's new in your life? you've heard my stories of action and adventure. Rumor has it that you've been seeking a lady friend recently?" Actually, there was no such rumor and he'd just made that up within the last few minutes...but K'tar didn't have to know that. K'till was just looking for something else to talk about.

Juntih heard his teases and comments and ignored them, because she was concentrating on gliding, but she secretly adored hearing his words. Junith reached the kitchen, grabbing two herdbeast shanks left for her and ran back to the bowl, depositing them She then returned to the kitchens, and being alittle dangerous decided the best option was to pile the plate of tendrils, bubbly pies, and various cooked meats on her back and walked slowly back to the bowl, laying down in front of her Mine and waiting for him to take them off of her.

She turned her head towards Viarth and grinned, as best a Dragon could, saying,"That's very kind of you Viarth. I appreciate the commentary. maybe you are not such a Prickly Purple all the time hmm? She couldn't giggle, but she blow a puff of hot air teasingly towards him.

Cyrus cooed softly and appeared to be napping on K'rill's shoulder.