I see you have a Ribbon... (Cait)

[Void]

It had been a relatively normal peaceful day as of yet Sk'ar mused lounging on the edge of his weyr in the sun leaning up against Verith who was asleep and Sk'ar not very far behind. Sprawled on his lap was Silk his little Silverlight Queen flitter laying on her back curled in a half circle her paws in the air and little wings spread out to gain as much of the sunlight's rays as possible. He lazily watched the Weyr Bowl with half open eyes watching the movement but not noticing single people. It wasn't to busy at the moment just the typical mid-day bustle.

Silk rolled over and stretched having had enough of sleeping at the moment. She walked down his leg and perched on his foot, one front paw resting on the toe of his boot her hind feet standing on his ankle. Sk'ar watched her as she surveyed her kingdom and all who walked through it. One of whom suddenly caught her eye. Resting both front paws on his boot now she leaned as far forward over it as she could getting the best view of this interesting person. Noticing her intense gaze he looked down not really seeing anyone. There was one girl walking across the Bowl. To anyone else she would have been just that, someone normal walking to a destination. But Sk'ar had been with Silk long enough to know better. Just as he noticed what had caused the Silverlight such interest she had decided they were good enough to go for and chirped excitedly flaring her wings out.

"Silk don't!" Sk'ar called drawing his foot in and reaching out for the little trouble maker to be. But she was of course already gone. After having easily evaded Hers she lazily glided down into the bowl like a leaf floating on a breeze. Verith after having been woken by Sk'ar's sudden movement snorted and rolled so his back was now towards His clearly showing he was not going to get involved in this newest chase. Sighing Sk'ar turned towards the stairs and raced down them reaching the bottom then taking off to the center of the Weyr Bowl.

Silk lazily looped around her target a few times then landed on her head trilling and chirping her excitement at this newest find. She leaned down and nuzzled the side of the long-bright-smooth-things-owner's face in a sense giving thanks for bringing her such beautiful specimens. At this point Sk'ar neared telling her that she better not take those or he swore something unpleasant, which she just ignored. The long-bright-smooth-things-owner turned at the sound of Sk'ar running toward her and Silk took that opportunity to swiftly untie what she came for. She had become very good at that Sk'ar noticed. "I am so very sorry about this." He said apologetically as he aproached Silk's victim and reached to grab the little Queen. But she was much smarter at this game than Her's was and having procured the the long-bright-smooth-thing she launched into the air just evading Sk'ar's attempt at grabbing her. She did like to make it seem like he almost caught her just so Her's wouldn't feel to bad. With that she circled around the two people, her prize streaming behind her and with her victory lap completed she betweened to where her collection of other long-bright-smooth-things were kept.

"Was that ribbon new?" Sk'ar asked, prepareing himself for another onslaught of female rage.

[Cait]

Midday | Weyrbowl | 3074.06.15

It had been almost six months since Davquil had Impressed to Purple-Grey Niekolgoth and only just six months—or round about—since she’d met and befriended T’vax Cavernborn. Since the Hatching, both had celebrated their seventeenth birthdays. She’d given Tiv a handwoven—by herself on a belt loom—sash that matched Slinesteth rather smartly and in return she’d been given a bundle of ribbons for her wild hair in shades of purple, gray, green and even red and blue. Her favorites to wear were the purple and gray if only because it seemed to amuse and delight Niekolgoth when he saw them.

Currently, however, she was sporting the red ribbon. It was tied in a bow around her impossible to manage hair, for the most part keeping in out of her face though a halo of frizzy curls framed said freckled face. It was summer now and while that didn’t mean the same thing so far north as it might down along the coast, it was warm enough during the day with the bright sun shining down that Davquil could wear short sleeves and a light, brown cloth vest along with her hide pants. She’d taken to the attire of a rider quite well, not minding the trousers at all, especially once she added a bit of embroidery—she wasn’t the daughter of a seamstress and a weaver for nothing after all.

She was currently on her way across the bowl, glad and saddened all at once at the loss of the snow. It was the beginning of the two sevenday break between terms two and three and she was glad for the break; and so too was Niekolgoth who had found a large, flat rock in the Weyrbowl near the lake to sprawl on much as he had done as a hatchling, soaking the sun into his hide and wings. She was going to get some oil and work it into his hide and in general spend some time with the peculiar dragon.

She’d just left the entrance that was closest to the Weyrling Barracks, jar of oil and brush in hand and was making her way back across the vast expanse of the Weyr Bowl when something dark yet shimmering swooped around her head then glided down and latched onto her mane of dark curls. With a laugh she shook her head, trying to dislodge the creature only to have it lean over and nuzzle her cheek. Reaching up she prodded the—if the corner of her eye was to be trusted, a Silverlight was on her head—firelizard in the side with the oil brush.

“That’s not a nest, for all that it may look like one, you silly flitt. Off you go.” Her tone was playful and kind and her poding gentle. If anything she found the firelizard’s antics more amusing than annoying; but that was Dav for you, the most laid back Northerner in existence. It was only when a dragonrider came jogging across the Bowl towards her, arms flailing and voice raised that she began to reconsider. She was aware that there were poorly trained firelizards about though they generally weren’t tolerated overly long by the dragons if they got particularly bothersome.

While she was distracted by the rider, the firelizard shifted on top of her head, tugging slightly at her hair and then suddenly the curling mass was released and it literally sprung free even as the Dragonrider reached Dav and lunged for the firelizard, almost punching the Weyrling in the face in the process. But the Silverlight was gone…Silk had she been called? Well that was adorable! Blinking, Dav looked up to see the little Queen with a red ribbon trailing behind her and for a moment was vaguely annoyed at its theft before amusement took over. Letting out a sharp bark of laughter she turned back to Sk’ar and grinned, her hair wild about her face. “Not brand new, no. But apparently it met the approval of your little Silk…it was Silk, yes? Cute name.”

[Void]

Sk'ar was visibly relieved that she did not seem to overly upset about the idea of her ribbon being thefted. Most of the time he had to endure horribly long lectures from very upset females and anyone who valued life would seem to avoid such attention but he seemed to have a talent of attracting it upon himself. He mused on the idea that his little Flitt might be trying to get him killed one day.

"It was the only thing that seemed to fit her" he said a slight annoyance tingeing his voice, but affection was present there as well. "She has a thing for ribbons if you hadn't already guess that" he tilted his head in her direction indicating her hair. "She is usually a perfectly behaved little flitt, until colorful strands catch her eye that is."

He sent stern unpleased feelings toward the flitt and in response she appeared back in front of him chirping apologies and of course empty pawed. She perched on his shoulder and trilled a strand of happy notes towards the long-colorful-smooth-thing's-owner.

[Cait]

Dav continued to grin; Silk certainly was a fitting name and she imagined that it applied in more ways than one. If firlizards were anything like dragons, they were incredibly soft when hatched, almost like silk she supposed though she rather thought that Niekolgoth had felt like velvet. Then there was her predilection for ribbons, most of which were made of silky materials.

“I have a feeling that if you asked T’vax, he would say that I reacted in much the same fashion when I got my ribbons. I can’t blame the dear for it.” She glanced towards the dragon’s shoulder and for a moment puzzled over his knots before finally it came to her; RR Flame. He was a kingrider! Well that was neither here nor there as far as Davquil was concerned; she tended to see a person before their rank and so far she saw nothing to dislike about this one.

“My name’s Davquil. I Impressed at the last clutch to Purple-Grey Niekolgoth. He’s waiting for me by the lake; I don’t suppose you two would care to join me? He tends to get a little…strange when I leave him alone for too long. You dragon can join as well if he’d like.” Friendly and inviting as ever, she gestured to the oil bucket with her brush and then continued to wave the brush about to emphasize her words. By now the Silverlight had returned and when she trilled, Dav grinned. “I’m sure I have enough oil for Silk as well, she’d probably enjoy it.”

[Void]

He smiled at her offer and emphatic brush waving. "Well met Davquil, I am Sk'ar rider of RR Flame Verith." He sensed Verith pick his head up just then and look down over his back at them interested in the thought of the lake. Sk'ar looked up at him as he uncoiled from his ledge and stretched his back unfurling his wings to their full length, blazing in the sun. He folded them back in and sitting on his haunches looked down at them.

I would like to go to the lake. He stated simply.

He turned back to Davquil "He's always up for the lake and we don't have anyone that needs us at the moment so we might as well sneak to the lake before someone sees us lounging on our ledge and decide they do in fact need us" He grinned playfully knowing very well if they were needed the lake would not save them.

Verith glided down and back-winged neatly beside them and said to both, Would you like me to fly you two there or would you rather walk?

Skar rose a questioning eyebrow at her letting her choose. He knew some weyrlings would only fly their own dragons and others didn't mind a short hop on another dragon. Especially if it took them to Theirs. He was up for either so he didn't mind what Davquil decided.

[Cait]

Dav laughed, grinning, dark eyes gleaming with mirth. “Of course you are. It’s nice to meet you as well.” Of course it was natural for the names of the higher ranking dragons and riders to be known amongst the weyrfolk and even nearby hold folk. Then there was the fact that Davquil constantly pestered her older brother for stories about the other dragonriders and their dragons and had done so since before her arrival at the Weyr and consequent Impression.

When Sk’ar lifted his gaze, Dav followed it and watched with no small amount of appreciation as the RR Flame uncoiled himself and stretched, his wings unfurling in a blaze of fire as they were backlit by the sun. Glorious and majestic were the two most accurate words that came to mind as Davquil observed the picturesque scene. There was something about Flames and their larger counterparts that enthralled the young woman. Perhaps it was the way their hides seemed to dance in the proper lighting, or just their dynamic personalities but she did rather enjoy the Flames of the Weyr.

As Verith dropped from the ledge, Dav shielded her eyes against the sun and squinted her eyes as he landed, kicking up a swirling wind with his wings that pulled and tugged at the girl’s unruly mane of hair. When the sound of the dragons voice—so strong and confident compared to Niekolgoth’s—entered her mind, she blinked then opened her mouth to answer only to snap it shut again.

A niggling sensation of sadness tickled the girl’s mind and though she would have loved to go for a ride on the beautiful king, she shook her head slightly. “I’d better not, Niekolgoth can be a bit sensitive.” For a moment she seemed a little disappointed that she had to abstain, but then a playful glint entered her eyes once more and scooping up the oil bucket, she turned a brilliant grin on Sk’ar, bouncing lightly on her toes. “I will, however, challenge you to a race, Verith’s rider!’

Then with a bark of laughter, she took off, the bucket of oil only slowing her a bit. Thankfully it had a secure lid so that it didn’t splash over the sides as she ran. Not bothering to look back over her shoulder to see if he was following, Dav turned her sparkling gaze to the far side of the bowl where she could just barely make out a purple blob that was Niekolgoth. “Here I come my little dragon!”

[Void]

He stared at the spot where Davquil was, a second ago? He blinked and looked after the young girl tearing across the bowl towards the lake. Turning to Verith with a smirk he took off after her Silk let out a screech in surprise and launched off of his shoulder to fly around him and zoomed up to Davquil. He caught up to her (he was taller than her after all) and ran by her side enjoying the impromptu sprint.

Suddenly they were almost barreled over by Verith who decided he did not want to be left out of this race. He dashed up to them and having run with them for a pace and a half then decided that wasn't interesting enough. Jumping away from them with his wings half extended running to the lake in half jumps and leaps looking for the world like a kitten after a fuzz caught in the wind.

[Cait]

Davquil wasn’t at all surprised when the older man quickly caught up to her. His legs were longer and he was also a great deal stronger than she was which factored into speed as well. Silk joined them as well and as Sk’ar leveled with her, she turned to grin at him—cheeky and bright—then turned her focus back on trying to pull ahead. This was serious business after all; races were serious business.

From the lake, Niekolgoth sent a curious thought in Dav’s direction and she quickly informed him of the situation; that she was in a close race with a dragonrider when a massive shadow fell over her and Sk’ar. With a squeal, she looked over her shoulder to find that the RR Flame had joined in, bouncing along beside them for a time before pulling ahead. Laughing, Dav made a few leaps herself. In a matter of minutes the lake area came into view and there was Niekolgoth, pacing anxiously though through their connection, Dav felt a hesitant eagerness to meet the approaching Verith.

[Void]

"Hey watch it don't make us road kill" Sk'ar laughed after Verith pranced ahead of them.

They had neared the lake and Sk'ar could see the weyrling, Niekolgoth. Ah, I remember him from the hatching now. He thought, the Purple Grey. He mentally chuckled and wondered if there could be a dragon with more opposite color personalities. Verith whether he had remembered or not was excited to meet one of the weyrlings. He hadn't even slowed down as he neared the little purple grey dragon and Sk'ar wondered for a second if he was going to run him over as well. But just as he got within a dragon length away he plopped on his haunches and skid up to Niekolgoth sticking his neck strait out towards him and lightly huffed in greeting.

Well met young one. It is a fine day for the lake do you agree?

[Cait]

With a grin, Davquil made a spectacle of shouldering the older rider before putting a bit more spring in her step. However, it was Verith that won the race and Dav wasn’t surprised. She was concerned though when it looked as though he would barrel right into her dear, awkward dragon.

Niekolgoth must have suddenly become uncertain as well because as the Flame came skidding to a halt, the Purple-Grey flopped onto his belly, legs sprawled much in the same manner that they had at his Hatching.

“Oh dear.” Dav muttered as she slowed to a jog then finally to a walk. Niekolgoth was likely to play ragdoll for at least an hour before she could even get him to consider playing with them. He’d been eager moments ago but now he was entirely uncertain and a bit intimidated by the much, much larger dragon. His eyes swirled with yellow and white and his talons dug furrows into the ground.

“Niekolgoth, this is Sk’ar and Verith…and the little one is Silk.” Dav introduced though the only sign that the young dragon had heard her was to look at each of the people as she introduced them. Turning to Sk’ar she shrugged and set down her bucket, still slightly short of breath from the run. “Just give him time and you’ll adore him almost as much as I do.”

[Void]

Verith slid down to a laying position putting his head between his paws and stared at the weyrling.

I think I startled him Mine. I did not mean to. He said sounding deflated.

I'm sure he's just not used to a big hunk of dragon hurtling at him. Sk'ar said a little dryly. He was in fact slightly amused at this demonstration of how the Purple/Grey actually reacted to a situation. He could flip flop between Grey and Purple as fast as Silk could turn in the air.

"Verith isn't used to being around the weyrlings all that much as you can see." He pointed to the two somber looking dragons.

I am Verith. The RR Flame said trying for a more formal approach to see if the other dragon would respond.

[Cait]

The whirling of Niekolgoth’s eyes slowed just slightly as Verith lowered himself to the ground, his posture very nearly identical to the Purple-Grey’s. Davquil paused as she watched the two, still amazed at her lifemate’s ability to turn into a ragdoll on a moment’s notice. She rather suspected that if she lifted his tail it would flop back down as though he were dead.

“Niekolgoth’s only met a few adult dragons and none of them so large as Verith. Hopefully he’ll get over it soon enough, just have your big guy be patient.” She shrugged and then moved towards the pair of dragons, undaunted by Verith’s size as she set the pail of oil beside her own dragon and crouched down to pry the lid free; when she couldn’t manage it, she craned her neck to peer at Sk’ar and smiled. “Care to put those muscles to use, dragonrider?”

Had it been any other girl it might have been a conscious attempt to flirt, though with Dav it was perfectly innocent no matter what the man might think. She was a tease by nature, and more than a little outrageous, but that was part of her charm she liked to think. Tiv seemed to enjoy her company well enough and she’d made several friends amongst the weyrlings in her class.

[Void]

Verith patiently waited for the Purple Grey to calm down noticing the slowing in his eyes. He hadn't really thought about his size when he came tearing at the weyrling he had been to excited meet a new face that wasn't one of those stuffy muzzles that stalked around and left conversations much to be wanted. That and it was the lake. Verith hadn't realized how much the lake was a good idea until the weyrling girl mentioned it to Sk'ar. The sun was warm and Verith didn't mind laying down while waiting for the weyling to make the next move when he felt comfortable about it. The first thin eyelid closed slowly around his slowly whirling jewel eyes showing he was deeply enjoying the sun soaking into his blazing hide.

Sk'ar looked over at Verith at her mention of patience. "He looks perfectly capable of sleeping your Niekolgoth out." he said with some amusement. Sometimes he wondered how Verith could be so patient with some things and have utterly none with other occasions."I think his logic is 'No response? Wait it out' most of the time. He could out sleep a cat I swear."

When she asked for assistance with the lid he grinned. "What muscles you referring to miss?" He said flexing into a pose. "Oh these? Yeah I guess they'll go against an oil infused lid. That or I might have to retire." He opened the lid with only a second resistance. He had of course just been teasing much like she had. Why settle for responding in a boring manner when you can get a few laughs out of it instead? He held out the oil, "One opened pail of oil as requested" with a flourished bow that he obviously had much practice in.