A very bright purple dragon appeared in the skies above Rainbow Mists. As they slowly looped down, the dragon seemed positively ecstatic at the prospect of being here.
It’s so good to be back! I will have to find Viarth. Will you need me? Hailreth touched down to let his rider off. The Neon Purple had nearly endless energy, and at the prospect of being back at Rainbow Mists after so long displayed it nicely.
“No, you can go have fun Hailreth.” In direct contrast to his dragon, B’ow was short, unimpressive and largely overlooked. Even though he was well and properly a man, he was still quite short, though this fact was more boon then curse in his eyes. The man had a small smile, which disappeared into quiet contemplation once his dragon had gone to get caught up with his friends. He himself had other work to do.
After asking around, he ended up in the weyrlings’ barracks, at a door he was informed belonged to a certain R’thal. He held a notebook in one hand as he knocked on the door, which was very likely hinting as to why he was here.
Post by thelifeweaver on Aug 19, 2018 7:46:00 GMT -8
Sitting cross legged R’thal had finally found the time to sketch the form of Tun into his sketchbook; the aforementioned dragonet lazing comfortably on furs set out for her. His hands moved swiftly as he worked to accurately capture her patternings in his stylistic black and white interpretation. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be.” He grumbled, biting the wooden holder for his pen-nib.
[smear:#fffa00]Take your time, Mine.[/smear:#ff3c00:0] Tun assured as she yawned when the knock of the door caught both of them off-guard. R’thal simply resumed his work, almost oblivious to the noise. [smear:#fffa00]Won’t you answer it? .[/smear:#ff3c00:0]
’They’d open the door if they had need of me’ he retorted to Tun who made a scoffing noise. Raising to her feet much to her Rider’s annoyance the young Dragonet moved up to the door and with a rather complex motion user her split tail to turn the handle. “Wait, don’t!” He hissed and yet the Dragonet persisted and the door was opened.
R’thal looked rather awkwardly at the person at the door with a notebook held in his hand and he had a suspicion as to what that entailed. Tun merely cocked her head at their guest as she inwardly chuckled as R'thal shifted rather awkwardly.
B’ow waited until the door opened, and surveyed the situation. A dark dragon punctuated with bright warm colors and a man sitting on the bed, with his own utensils for sketching. B’ow tilted his head slightly, letting a moment pass before speaking.
“Excuse me, but do I have the pleasure of speaking with R’thal and Tungurahuath?” His dark eyes moved from one to the other as he spoke. In his usual method of speaking, his voice was neutral, as was his expression. Though he phrased it as a question, he really had no doubts about who these two were. “I am B’ow of Neon Purple Hailreth.” He paused, and added to clarify, “I am a rider from Waterfall Valley Weyr, currently.” B’ow’s knots displayed that, but he wanted to make that clear, even if he still felt that Rainbow Mists was home.
So serious mine! I thought you said you got enough sleep last night?
Post by thelifeweaver on Aug 24, 2018 5:25:27 GMT -8
An awkward moment of silence resounded through the room before, mercifully, the other person spoke. “Excuse me, but do I have the pleasure of speaking with R’thal and Tungurahuath?” He asked in a manner which R’thal couldn’t help but presume had been rhetorical. Regardless R’thal gave a courteous, albeit subconscious nod in affirmation.
“I am B’ow of Neon Purple Hailreth. I am a rider from Waterfall Valley Weyr, currently.” The man, B’ow introduced himself. He had clearly intended for the inclusion of his Weyr to act as a form of supplementary information.
“As you’ve guessed I am R’thal.” He spoke after a moment of carefully pondered responses. “How might I be of assistance?” He pressed on in a formal tone, still unsure of how to properly react to this situation. “Please forgive my ignorance however I am still learning of the political landscape surrounding this Weyr.” He added, taking a moment to carefully return his drawing utensil into its case for safe keeping.
Tun tilted her head and with a tone of amusement [smear:#fffa00]At least you’ve given him ample warning, you do look a bit like a fish out of water, mine.[/smear:#ff3c00:0]
B’ow listened carefully and considered the weyrling and dragon again. He had hoped that the explanation of his weyr would clear things up, not confuse further. Well, it was more that it didn’t mean anything at all, it seemed. He supposed he should have expected that, not everyone was Weyrborn. He collected his thoughts to explain in as few words as possible.
“Waterfall Valley Weyr is, well, I suppose you would call it the parent Weyr of Rainbow Mists. Rainbow Mists was formed after the volcano near Waterfall Valley Weyr erupted. You’ll learn about the particulars in Weyrling training.” Assuming they hadn’t changed the curriculum too much in the meantime. “To be transparent, I mention it to advise you that you are free to refuse my request as I am not a Rainbow Mists rider if you do not feel comfortable conversing with me.” B’ow let the words sink in before getting right to it.
“My request is to interview you regarding your dragon, and if you and Tungurahauth are comfortable with it, I would like to get some measurements. It has been turns since a unique dragon has appeared and early records will certainly be helpful for future dragonhealers and the like, but will possibly help me in some of my own theories and investigations.” He paused a moment, deciding how transparent to be. Might as well go full force. “Additionally I intend to aim for Weyrhealer at Rainbow Mists once I have a good enough knowledge base, so it seems prudent for me to start now at becoming an expert.” His voice was impressively neutral considering it was his life’s work he was talking about.
Post by thelifeweaver on Sept 4, 2018 13:43:17 GMT -8
Unpacking the B’ow’s statement took slightly longer than R’thal had anticipated as it became necessary to file away almost every detail. He certainly understood where the Rider was coming from, having found himself taking every opportunity to corner someone so that he might as them questions to fill in his world-view. The most striking example of his nievitate came in the form of his blissful ignorance regarding the conflicts between Weyrs. “I’d be delighted to answer any questions that might be pertinent, but you must remember Tun and I have only known each other for a short while.” He remarked.
Meanwhile Tun had taken to returning to the side of her Rider and pushing her muzzle under his hand. All the while she emitted a wave of assurance, forging words for the sake of expediency. It had been an oddly vital quirk of their bond that had become an essential lifeline when faced with this entirely new and foreign way of life - one bound within rigid structure both in regards to time as well as location. The boldness of Weyrborn was something that had taken him entirely by surprise, a fact exacerbated by the wonderful patterning his new-half bore.
[smear:#fffa00]I’ll bite his butt if he gets too annoying.[/smear:#ff3c00:0] Tun said assuredly, a fact that was itself rather concerning.
“Umm, I’ve been trying to record her patterning and its progression along with musculature.” R’thal confessed as Tun turned her head away for but a moment to give what could be at best alluded to as get in here, before he rants himself to death.
B’ow waited, patient as he could manage for the answer. Well he was actually unsure if it would be a positive response. When it was, his eyes brightened a bit and his expression became less tight.
“Thank you. I will try not to take up too much of your time.” He glanced at the dark and warm colored dragon and nodded. “I understand.” Hailreth had been a most interesting adventure getting to know, but now it was hard for him to remember the time before.
The rider flipped open his book, skipping past pages of notes and incomplete diagrams to find where his blank pages started. He pulled out a utensil for writing and made a quick heading for the page, while R’thal mentioned his own records. B’ow smiled just a little.
“That’s good, I would like to see it sometime. It is helpful for drawing for course, but the build of some dragons can tell you what they will be like in the air. Of course, the other part is practice.” He allowed that he didn’t practice as much as others, but he and Hailreth enjoyed their time to think.
“For my first question, what trait is most apparent to you about your dragon?” A very general first question, but he went with it as a sort of failsafe against missing something obvious.