"Ah, nice place to be from." Mau liked a lot of places, and had plenty of friends from all the places. Her opinion personally was that most holds were nice places, even if the people in them didn't always think so. It had been very long since she had been to Dragon Ridge, but her memories of the place were happy ones, though fuzzy. They continued stepping around the dance area until Holt spoke again, making Mau grin.
Mau had enough time to catch his lead and preform the desired twirl, with a little flourish. When the twirl ended she found herself a little breathless, partially from excitement. It had been a while since she had a good dance partner.
Quimyenth watch Korith try and not precisely succeed. Talira had another suggestion of how to dance, at it was something that looked fun. Still, it was a human dance which meant two feet, not four. How would that work then? The Green tried to go back and forth like that but found she had to move her feet weirdly. Qui tried to think it out, swaying to the music as she thought. Then it hit her.
Ooo Korith! Swaying is like dancing too! What about trying this?[/color] She started swaying back and forth while moving her wings in and out. It meant that there were no troubling feet to deal with, just swaying and using wings.
"Dearly devoted sounds a bit too stuffy for a windy day like this," Rilora waved off the FlameRider again, enjoying his persistent comments. "And I really can't have dateless KingRiders around. Won't do. Can't do on a day like this. Not on a Gather day," Rilora hoped she wasn't pushing him too far. She tsked once and readjusted her flowers.
Archith felt the ocean mist in her face and on her chest. It felt wonderful on the sunny day. She rose in the air just to tuck in her wings and spin once before leveling out again. She banked back toward the cliffs in time to see a fiery dragon pulling an arc that turned into a half loop and a flip. Not bad. She looked to see if Temperanth was game for some aerial tricks, You have anything to show? she asked, pulling straight up, wings extended and not flapping, until she slowed, came to a stop. Facing the sky, she gave a half backflip and her nose was facing the ocean again. Freefall. What fun.
Tera wandered away, not sure where she was going. She was sure K'tar would be mad at her for telling him off like she had. She didn't realize just how far she'd gone from the commotion with the runners until he caught a few words from someone else.
"...Can't have a dateless kingrider around..." Tera looked up and saw a Gold flying above. It had to be Archith, what with Weyrwoman Rilora so near.
She needsto know, Tera told Picosith. She ran up to Rilora. "Weyrwoman Rilora, K'tar and Viarth just scattered the runners," she said, surprisingly calm. "My father helped stop the runners before they went too far, but I thought you should know. Metanath's with them, too. Viarth's still in a bad mood, and... K'tar's probably mad at me." At the last sentance, Tera looked away. "I can show you where it is, if you'd like."
The king rider seemed to take everything in stride at their quips. It meant that Rilora made another comment but Hedara didn't have another comment. So she took another glance at the flowers in her hands. They were nice. She ran her fingers along some of the petals, and returned her gaze back to the two Rainbow Mists riders. Or at least she did until a very young girl appeared and started to speak to Rilora. One of Hedara's eyebrows rose over the other as she looked at this girl but otherwise her expression remained the same. As much as the arrival of the girl seemed out of place to her, she felt a little bit like it was in place here. She turned toward the Flamerider and gave him a look that asked if this was normal.
Temperanth was still casually gliding when the Flame came into view again and showed off some of his abilities in the sky. Archith seemed to want to do some aerial maneuvers too so she did a flip as well and pointed her nose to the ocean. I suppose I might have something.[/color] Temeperanth sounded pleased as she angled downward into a spin. She loved spins. As the dragoness spun downward she waited until she was at the right height and banked right over the waves and swooped upward. It could be a dizzying experience to spin so long but it was such fun. She looked at the other dragons as they went into falls, enjoying the show put on by the other dragons.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jun 21, 2012 20:51:33 GMT -8
T’kar opened his mouth, intending to reply to Rilora’s quip with a quip of his own, but was forestalled by the sudden appearance of a black-haired kid, whom he identified as young Wood Picosith’s rider on the basis of the colors in the Weyrling knot. Tera, he thought the girl’s name was; she’d only been 12 when Impressing, he remembered being told that. Catching Hedara’s questioning look, he shrugged. After all, he wasn’t sure if he’d been at Rainbow Mists long enough to know what normal was for there.
Ancalanath waited until the last minute, when his head was no more than a dragonlength above the water, then snapped his wings open and swooped out of the dive, allowing his back feet to brush the waves as he climbed strongly, gaining altitude at an almost eighty-five degree angle to the rolling water.
Well, mission accomplished, T’kar thought, bowing to the Weyrwomen once more, before turning and starting to leave. Ancalanath?
Not yet T’karMine, I’m busy.
Not much more impressive then ground-scorching dives to pick up a rider, though, T’kar replied, looking out over the ocean to where the RR Flame was sporting with Gold Archith and Ice Temperanth. He could almost hear the sigh in Ancalanath’s reply.
Ok, but only if we go flying now!
We certainly can, T’kar said, then looked up at the sound of wingbeats to see Ancalanath gliding towards him along the beach.
Ancalanath rolled, so that he was flying upside down, on a trajectory that would go right over T’kar’s head.
T’kar crouched, then sprang for the fighting straps, catching them and holding on as Ancalanath righted himself and dove for the waves once more.
Gove me a second to tie these things T’kar said, laughing.
Cr'wean felt all along the usual suspects until he got to the right foot. Well it sure felt like it should hurt, it was swelling quickly. He hardly had time to feel it properly before the purple dragonet decided that was enough and got in between him and the boy. Cr'wean had enough time to get back and mumble some halfhearted complaints about the state of affairs.
"Figures. I get woken up by my crazy bird to run halfway around the hold for supplies and my patient and this guy has an issue with my methods." Kiyosh looked like she was about to laugh at the completely unconvincing performance by her rider. The words were complaints but the tone of voice was just too tired to care about complaining properly. The lifewing bent down to rub her fuzzy head against his back. Her poor sick rider, she would just have to give hi a cuddle. Cr'wean turned red, half from Kiyosh's behavior but it had already been red since he wasn't feeling good. He cleared his throat and started to speak again.
"Listen kid, you got a nasty sprain. Nothing's broke but I'll have to bandage it tight and you have to keep from running or climbing until the swelling quits. Might be a day or two." He held the bandages at the ready and looked at the dragonet with a suspicious look. "Gonna let me work?"
Kiyosh scooted to the side, moving a touch closer to the weyrling. Cute little human. She thought a lot of humans were cute, much in the same way some girls viewed felines. She kept her head down low and began to sing again, this time a song for fixing people. She was good at this one. Her tone was low, like it usually was. Still, it was a nice song, at least she thought so.
Holt's wide smile showed his approval of her twirl. She had looked nice performing it and had executed it well even on short notice. He was a bit worn from the walk to Cliffside, so this dance would have to be the last one for a while, but if it pleased her, Holt wouldn't mind saving a dance or several for her later. He looked up to make sure they didn't bump into a stall as they neared one corner of their circle around the dragons as they danced. Always more fun to cover the floor while dancing. If only he had another good question for her, but honestly he didn't. He was content to smile, dance with a pretty girl, and enjoy the Gather. Life was good when it was simple. Almost perfect.
Not as graceful as his Rider, nor as experienced with dancing, the Blue had himself thoroughly and utterly confused. Not try too hard? But if he didn't try his best, how could he dance as good as Quimyenth? And for some reason Quimyenth looked nice...nicer? She was very green. He touched his Rider's mind to try and explain the anomaly but was further affronted by thoughts he didn't quite understand. His wings flexed in and out, but randomly, as he thought and tried to regain his bearings. It took the Green's comment to finally snap him into some semblance of capability and he tried his hardest to mimic her swaying, which would - he was sure - always be more graceful and 'nice' than his, whatever that meant. He would need to ask H'rarnMine later. So strange, this day, and it wasn't even past lunch.
Uuuuhhh,... is this better? The lack of confidence in his voice hurt Korith's young pride. He wasn't ambitious, but he did have a healthy amount of self respect. He tried again to match Qui's style, or to look something like the little girl in front of him. It was HARD! And dancing was supposed to be fun. He pouted.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jun 24, 2012 10:23:54 GMT -8
Viarth didn’t know what to make of anything. First His was stolen by the large-dangerous-other-things-with-four-feet-and-hooves, then he was being yelled at by large-angry-Black-Metanath, then His was being yelled at by many-angry-humans, then this human showed up and was making His hurt, but His was insisting that no interference was needed! Unable to make up his mind, the little Purple gave a moan, turning his head slightly to that he could see His out of one yellow-whirling eye.
“Viarth, let him by,” K’tar said. When the dragonet didn’t move, K’tar grabbed him around the neck and pulled his head around towards himself, so that it wasn’t in the Healer’s way. “I understand,” he said. The pain was ebbing already, he thought, listening to the LifeWing’s song. It was low, he could feel tiredness seeping into his limbs as the excitement of his wild ride left and the pain dimmed.
“I don’t believe this!” one of the trader’s exclaimed. “That youth’s a Thread-bait menace, and you’re letting a LifeWing heal him! Let ‘im get better on his own time, after he pays for everything he’s damaged!”
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jun 24, 2012 13:05:10 GMT -8
“You got it!” Talira crowed, beaming at the earnest little Blue. She was well and truly caught up in the music, and hoped that it would never end. The Blue was now swaying in time to the music, as was Quimyenth. In fact the two of them looked quite good together.
Talira allowed that observation to twirl through her mind as she danced, swayed, and otherwise have a wonderful time. She saw a flash of Crimson, and looked up to see Moril swooping overhead, climbing and diving in his own unique sort of dance.
I’ve got to tell Granddad about this! He’ll love it!
A split second later, the observation of the dragonets movement settled into an idea. “Hey, Qui!” Talira called. “You should move forward and then back while swaying, so that you are sometimes beside your brother, and sometimes facing him!”
Cr'wean sighed a little as the boy got his dragon under control. Finally. He got back down and started wrapping the leg after relieving the boys shoes of his feet. He was good at this sort of thing and had it done in no time. However a stray angry comment hit him and he visibly twitched. He turned slowly to the direction of the comment ignoring the Vulture's faint sigh behind him. Oh, she wasn't going to stop her rider today. He had been so good while he was feeling bad so she wasn't going to stop him from this. Cr'wean's face got redder then it had been the entire time he had been here, and he promptly, and mercilessly started yelling.
"Keep your comments to yourself wherrybrain! I spend my gather day fixing folks up while I'm sick and you have an issue with my methods?! You think I like getting dragged halfway around the Hold?! I'd rather have slept in! So shut up, sit back and BE QUIET!" Cr'wean started to stomp away before realizing he still held a shoe and handed it back to the Weyrling. He mumbled under his breath to K'tar, "Don't mess around with animals you can't handle kid, I don't like patching the same kid twice for the same reason." He then stomped away with one last parting yell in general. "And don't criticize Kiyosh!" Cr'wean was done with this he was gonna find his parents, give them a hug and then go home and sleep.
Kiyosh loved her rider sometimes. Just sometimes. She finished the song, not willing to go for a longer or stronger one since Cr'wean was under the weather. Energy came from the pair of them after all. Once done she took a good look at the wrap, nodding with approval. She then bent her white and fuzzy head down to look at K'tar. She nodded and followed her rider toward rest.
"Scattered the-?" Rilora said in a quiet echo, not understanding the weyrling's message. She recognized the girl as one of the weyrlings of Archith's but goodness was she young. From the sound of it Metanath had arrived and hopefully had a few things under control but if a weyrling were still upset she might have more work to do. Is this what this was about. Scattering runners? What on Pern could she mean? Well, with a little breath of relief, the girl did offer to show her what was going on. She looked up in time to see T'kar had strolled off, and with her mouth still agape she watched as he left in style. A little wave of disappointment rolled through her. She was having fun with her friend and T'kar, however she knew or thought of him, and now something needed her attention again. It was apparent on the girl's face that this was something important, to the weyrling if not to others. Plus T'kar was gone and Hedara would likely not want to be involved with whatever sort of business this would take.
"Yes, thank you," Rilora replied to the weyrling, "Please take me there."
She turned to Hedara, tried not to make a face that showed her disappointment at having to leave in front of the girl. "Duty calls, it seems. If you're still here for dinner, please find me. It appears I must go."
Finished with the pleasant part of the day for the moment, Rilora waited for the weyrling girl to lead on. At least Archith was still having fun.
Not bad! crowed the Gold to the Ice, in a tone that was all compliment. But watch- Archith was about to say when she noticed what Ancalanath was up to. She saw the pair fly off back towards the water. They were good. Actually pretty good. She would have to do better herself. Rilora was busy.
She was low from having fallen so far in the air before. She climbed back up to get some speed from a dive. She sped towards the water and then turned sideways, letting her wing dip lower and lower into the water. If she didn't exit the water right she'd be pulled down and have to splash land, which was not her goal. Feeling her speed lower considerably she finally retracted her wing from the waves, rolled and flapped down hard to avoid the watery landing. Her claws caught the wave tops. Back to the air. What a nice day off.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jun 27, 2012 15:34:07 GMT -8
The sudden explosion from the LifeWing Rider stunned K’tar into holding perfectly still, reaching out mechanically to take his shoe when the man returned it. He remained where he was as the LifeWing finished her song, nodded, and left, though he retained enough presence of mind to thank her. It wasn’t until after she left that he realized that the one guard was still nearby, and watching him far too closely.
Ah, shards, he thought, there is no way that I am going to like this.
Viarth had watched, eyes full of interest despite his exhaustion, as the human-with-bandage wound some of the bandage around hurt-bad-pain-leg of His, then placed the rest in a pouch-pocket-human-carry-things-in. The explosion had probably affected the poor dragon worse than his rider; he just sat there afterwards, his eyes whirling slowly in a reflection of shock.
Mine, the human-with-weapon-in-uniform is still here, and so is angry-large-Black-Metanath. Can we go back home?
K’tar slid a look at the guard out of the corner of his eye, rubbing Viarth’s eye ridge as he did so. He highly doubted, however, that the answer to Viarth’s question was going to be a “yes”.
Post by summerrain on Jun 27, 2012 19:48:15 GMT -8
Tera nodded. She was about to run off when Picosith spoke up.
I don't want to make more trouble, the dragoness said. Is it alright if I stay here with Archith?
"If it's fine with the Weyrwoman and the Queen, it's fine with me," Tera told the Wood dragonet. She dashed toward the commotion. "Weyrwoman Rilora, maybe you can help get the others to calm down. They all look really mad, even though my papa helped get the runnerbeasts calm. Papa used to work with runners as a kid, he told me."
She stopped a short ways away from the commotion. "I... Don't want to get any closer either..." she said suddenly. "K'tar's probably mad at me for what I told him earlier..." She knew the Weyrwoman could see what she'd been talking about now, so she turned away and darted toward the docks. Picosith felt the mix of feelings within Hers, and met the girl there.
Mine, what is it? Picosith asked softly.
"I don't like making other people mad..." admitted the girl. "The other Weyrlings are the few friends I've got at the Weyr... I want them to stay my friends..." The girl's shoes were off, and her feet hung in the water. A safe spot had been roped off for swimming, and no boats were allowed in that area.
TeraMine, if that makes them no longer want to be friends, then they were not worthy of the title, spoke the dragonet. Tera was surprised by the wisdom shown by Picosith. Then again, dragons did mature faster than humans... Tera looked away, meeting her own eyes in the reflection in the water. Her vision blurred, and tears slid down her cheeks.
Hedara decided to take the shrug as a lack of knowledge rather then a lack of an answer. That was some of the trouble with non verbal communication. She felt that being baffled was perhaps the best course of action with this young girl. She was a Weyrling? How old was she? She kept these thoughts to herself and merely observed as the Flamerider took his leave. She gave him a parting nod, which was pretty much all she could do. Weird guy. Hedara figured she would never quite understand some personalities, especially if she only encountered them every once in a while. She didn't quite approve of the man though, she didn't know him at all after all. The conversation with the girl continued for Rilora until the Weyrwoman turned to Hedara. It only took a moment for her to weigh her options.
"I understand. I shall seek you out later." The Icerider debated the use of her time from there, even though she decided to wait. It only made sense, she had told Tr'veal when she would return and it was later. She rather expected that this would be her only free day for quite a while and would much rather make the most of it. As for what she was actually going to do that was more up in the air. She pondered and then proceeded into the gather proper, heading toward the stalls. Might as well look at the wares. She went to some of the stalls selling bracelets and perused the selections.
Temperanth was pleased when praised and leveled out her flight as Archith cut off. Oh? She followed the Gold's gaze to the departing Flame, and watched the dragon and rider head off. She paused a moment then angled her head back toward Archith. It seems that we have lost our audience. It was an observation but the Ice seemed a bit amused at the same time. Temperanth went into a dive, banking over the water again, but more casually this time. The feel of the ocean spray as she flew was lovely, and she was charmed by the smell of the sea. What a lovely day it was.
Mau followed Holt's lead around the dance floor, her breath coming back a little at a time. Even if it took longer, she was glad that he kept covering ground. She always liked it better then some of the more back and forth in once place dancing she had come across. It made her get more into the music, and dancing was all about the music. The harpers were really on it tonight. Once it was back enough that she could talk without breaking up sentences she started some casual conversation.
"So, who taught you to dance? Someone good obviously." Mau gave a glance to where they were headed, and it appeared to be toward their dragons. Qui seemed to be having fun, and that was good. She hadn't seen Korith dancing before and she smiled a little bit more. It looked like the Blue had sort of been thrust into the dance without much help, but she did hope he was having fun.
It looks great! I can see the beat! Quimyenth was delighted once Korith got it. She couldn't see how well she was doing in comparison but she really could see the beat of the music as the Blue swayed. It was like Mau and her tapping foot, only it looked much better somehow. She didn't understand at all why it was both fun to dance and to watch others dance but she didn't have to. She'd figure it out later.
Qui's head went up when she heard this new suggestion from Talira. She paused her dance, trying to figure out how to make that work. She decided to try it and for her first attempted bumped into the Blue on the first iteration. Sorry Korith! She took a step back and tried again, not swaying quite as much, and letting her feet to more of the work. With a couple tries it was passable, but Qui still seemed unsure.