Dalonia curled her lip, baring her teeth at Star when the little snot hissed at her a hiss of her own dying in her throat as T'kar pivoted on his foot and suddenly she found herself facing a group that included the Weyrwoman and some other man with an obnoxiously big smile on his face that she was sorely tempted to break. When the Weyrleader addressed her, however, she turned her attention to T'kar. Something wrong? She suppressed the snort that attempted to break loose and for a moment contemplated asking for a private audience before deciding that she really didn't care.
Before she could say anything, though, the weyrwoman leaned towards the man--another dragonrider she was sure; another reason to want to punch him--and though she didn't catch the words she caught the tone and her left eye twitched. It wasn't exactly news to her that she wasn't everyone's favorite person to have around and for the most part it was fine with her because she didn't like being around the snobbish dragonriders and their hideous beasts. BUt what did annoy her about it was that they had asked for her, dragged her down to this humid, awful pit and then got all snippy because she wasn't exactly social. She was here to protect, serve and apparently now teach the next generation.
After leveling a rather unamused glare on the Weyrwoman, Dalonia turned her attention back to T'kar and clenched her hands at her sides. "I overheard something about the Headwoman that got herself killed."
Lithena had spent her time mulling about. She had lost sight of her sister and it didn't take too long for the good spirits of those around her to lift her own mood. She was in on a large circle of listeners, enchanted by the story one man told, from his sea days before he became a Rider. Out in the salty waters, ages from shore, wondering if he could swim back all the way he had come. The challenge, the unending sea-
And then R'le. She wanted to hear the end of the tale, but she was pretty sure R'le would have liked the story just as much, and so something else must be more pressing. She'd catch the man later and ask for its conclusion.
"A rescue," she repeated, eyes darting around for a glimpse of her sister and that goofy Flame Rider she besieged with taunts and jokes often enough. And sure enough, when she found them there was the dreadful Dalonia herself - no sense of humor, that one. Too serious. She was worse than Rilora about business and only Faranth knew how anyone could come to be in such a state.
But their plans were delayed: Lithena was getting a compliment. I love compliments...oh, and a box!
"ME?" Lithena squealed. "You got me? Oh, this is too much," she bounced up and down, her feet leaving the floor the first few times. "Thank you - I mean, I suppose I should open it first and then say that but, thank you! Oh-" she took the box and teased out a folded black clothy thing-- which promptly unfurled into the funnest party dress she now owned. "Oh, Thankyou!" Lithena cried, dropping the box to give R'le a hug. He must have spent a good mark on something this nice. She couldn't stop glowing, "This, ...this makes the party. I love it." she stated with a huge smile and a bit of gloss in her eyes.
Cr’wean looked at Ylara’s firelizard as the rider spoke about her. The Citrine-Pink was certainly an interesting combo by his estimation. Though dragons were not anywhere in his healing abilities, he had found looking at the various colors and learning about them interesting. It fascinated him how Lifewings were much more varied in appearance then dragons for the most part, but dragons had a very impressive range of abilities. These things were more for his own personal studies then topics for a party so he mentally switched gears a moment later.
“You seem to have got yourself a pair of dragonkind that have interesting views on food.” It was something he thought about, after all, he had gotten a little bit of flack for Kiyosh’s odd eating habits. “At least I’m guessing so. I hear Citrines like all sorts of flavors.” He appended the statements, since he wasn’t really familiar with this firelizard in particular. After all, each firelizard, dragon or Wher was their own person.
Cr’wean glanced up toward Holt and K’tar again, sighing a little bit. He didn’t really want to be attached to this gift all day, and hopefully this was enough time to be tactful. After all, he wasn’t going to talk long. He glanced at the jacket covering the gift and he looked somewhat displeased for a moment before making up his mind.
“Eh, ‘scuse me Ylara. Let me just get this delivered.” He looked a little apologetic before picking up the whole mass, and making his way over to the two Weyrlings that were chatting. Before he properly got over he mentally reminded himself to at least try not to sound grumpy, or look it. He certainly didn’t need to rain on anyone’s parade, it was already wet enough. So he looked rather than grumpy, rather ambivalent.
“Ah, hey, Holt. Sorry to bug you, just wanted to drop this off with you.” Cr’wean paused to take his jacket off the present, which was revealed to be a pot with sand filling it. The jacket he pulled off was still warm from the sand and the pot was fairly warm too. It made sense after all, he didn’t want the egg inside to get cold.
“Uh, if you don’t want it, I can get a replacement, I don’t want you to feel obligated to take it or anything.” Cr’wean was looking off to the side as he said it, just trying not to look particularly nervous. He wasn’t good at this. Wasn’t stop him from doing it, but he wasn’t good with gifts. Just picked something he thought would suit the kid and left it at that.
R’le chuckled as Lithena got excited, and didn’t look any less amused when she finally found out what her present was. Her reaction was pretty much what he was hoping for. Lithena gave him a jug and he gave her a friendly hug back, still chuckling a little bit.
“How can it have made this party? It’ll have to make the next one, yeah?” R’le paused to get the muffled laughter out of his system and just smiled brightly. “I am glad you like it though, sounds like you’ll get plenty of use out of it.” He’d rather lucked out getting Lithena, he knew how she was, so he could get pretty well what she would like. Made the effort worth it in the end too. He let a little time pass to let Lithena enjoy the moment before getting back to the issue at hand.
“So, rescue mission?” R’le glanced back at Rilora, T’kar and Dalonia for a moment, but only for the moment. He only wanted to look for the second, since he was both talking to Lithena and had just left them. They were all three still there, which was all he wanted to confirm. Hmm. His eyes returned to Lithena almost immediately, though he was displaying a touch of the annoyance he was feeling from not being able to gain the attention of Rilora and T’kar for the moment. Weyrleaders were supposed to have fun too!
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Mar 1, 2013 14:55:22 GMT -8
T’kar had been annoyed. Now he was, well, it wasn’t that he was no longer annoyed, because getting interrupted by Dalonia was enough to annoy him regardless of circumstances, but he had pushed most of the annoyance into a corner. Even if it was just like Dalonia to reference the event as though it had somehow been Headwoman Lindalyn’s fault.
T’kar waited a couple beats, letting his gaze flick across the crowd. R’le had vanished, not that T’kar blamed him, and there weren’t very many people nearby, other than Rilora, and it wasn’t like she was going to be out of the loop where this information was concerned.
“Dare I hope that it had something to do with either a culprit or a reason?” he inquired.
"Nah, Cr'wean, is that a real, honest firelizard egg?" Holt asked incredulously, K'tar's report of the party left behind in his thoughts as he stared at the clay brown pot. "And, for me?" he continued his question, still in disbelief. He hadn't expected anything fancy or notable from the gift exchange, just a fun trade of sweets and trinkets among friends. He had gotten something nicer because he had pulled a QueenRider's name out of the hat, but the thought that he'd get anything of such value had never crossed his mind. In fact, the idea of having a firelizard hadn't even occurred to him.
"I would be happy to accept," the weyrling stated strongly, reaching to take the lid off the pot and take a look at the sand inside. "You really didn't have to go to so much trouble, 'specially for me, Cr'wean," Holt marveled, wondering where the sudden acceptance of having a firelizard had come. But it was there, and now Holt's mental future had a firelizard permanently affixed to it. "When's it supposed to hatch?" he asked, putting the lid back on. Cr'wean, being nicer than he had to, and willingly approaching him while K'tar was about, and they hadn't gotten into a fight yet. He might never see this come to pass again.
“I say what I mean, so it’s a firelizard egg and it’s for you.” Cr’wean looked a little more like his usual self at that. He wasn’t expecting quite the enthusiasm he was getting from Holt. It was liable to make him embarrassed, and that was equivalent to being grumpy for him. Which was just the way things were for him most times. He did try to look less so, but it was taking conscious effort.
“Wasn’t trouble. I paid the man and he gave me the egg. Easy.” Blunt conversation was easy when he was in a mood. Still, he supposed he was at least a little happy that it seemed to make Holt happy. He was a good kid. He watched as Holt took a look inside, which was perfectly fine, he supposed that was good he took such a good interest in it. He was starting to be glad that he’d picked this gift.
“The guy said it would be in the next sevenday. Maybe a few days earlier.” Cr’wean pointedly ignored the feeling in the back of his head that belonged to Kiyosh. She thought something was cute, and as long as he didn’t think too much about it he wasn’t going to be grumpy. Much opposed to popular belief, he wasn’t grumpy on purpose. Even with things going on, he didn’t want others to deal with that tonight.
"Within a sevenday, wow," Holt mumbled, marveling at the speed at which he would have his own companion. So many of his friends had pets, but it had never crossed his mind to want one. Questions answered he wanted to make sure he thanked Cr'wean properly. "Thank you, Cr'wean," he said, shoulders square and head upright. He kept the smile for his expression though, it wasn't going to leave easily on its own, even for formalities. "This is a gracious gift." He reached to take the clay pot that housed the flitter egg.
Korith, an egg!
Slow down there, I missed something. I'm off with Viarth, if you recall. Now what's all this about an egg?
It's what Cr'wean, the LifeWing Rider, the one who drew my name, looks like this, he got me a firelizard egg for-- for-, for this.
Ah. Well, it makes you quite pleased, I see. Very good, then. You'll need a name for it, in due time.
"Oh, a name," Holt mentioned aloud. He'd never had to name anything before.
A new experience. I'm sure you're up to the challenge. Chin up, Holt. You're a bit emotional today,
... an "emotional" glare was sent back toward the Blue. Not another word about it was spoken.
Cr’wean handed over the pot and folded up his jacket, since his hands were now empty. Holt still looked extremely pleased, which was still making him somewhere between pleased and uncomfortable. Well, he was glad he didn’t have to make a habit out of giving gifts.
Oh Cr’wean. You really do need to enjoy this party. Kiyosh got no response for a reason, but she left it alone. She was having enough fun chatting with some of the other Lifewings for them both. Of course she never could resist poking her cute rider every once in a while. As much as she wished she could push him more, it wouldn’t work out well. It would just make him more frustrated. Maybe he would be fine when he got back to his little corner.
“Ah…your welcome.” Cr’wean stood awkwardly for a moment then debated taking his leave. When Holt spoke again Cr’wean’s gaze went back to the rider. A name? After a moment Holt seemed to be displeased in some way, possibly over his bonded’s response. However something about all of this struck him as, well, amusing. Cr’wean chuckled once, hardly audible under his breath. Give the kid a flitter egg and he was all for it, but having to name it was apparently a chore.
“You’ll think of something. Have a good night.” Cr’wean had a small smile on his face as he departed. The smile faded shortly after, but hey, you couldn’t have everything. It was a short walk back to his chair where he sat down again with a brief apology.
“Sorry for bolting like that Ylara. Got it delivered anyway.” He reached back for the mug that had his drink in it. A sip revealed that it was lukewarm. Not a bad thing really. He took a long drink of it, looking out at the party for a moment after. Eh, not a bad party he supposed.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Mar 27, 2013 12:07:18 GMT -8
K’tar had been telling Holt about what, and it wasn’t much, the older boy had missed while getting soaked on the way over, blissfully unaware of the proximity of a certain LifeWing Rider, until the man came over to hand Holt something that could only be…
“A firelizard egg,” K’tar whispered, staring at it as Cr’wean handed it over to Holt. He stared at it for a few moments, then took advantage of his friend’s occupation with conversing with Cr’wean and, based on occasional silences with changes of facial expression, Korith, to scan the room for D’zael, but the other Weyrling had not yet appeared.
“If it’s a Green, you should name it Praetelia, after the Benden Weyrwoman, you know,” K’tar whispered as soon as he judged Cr’wean was out of earshot.
I’ve been well. I’m not sure yours could get quieter, has he gone mute or something? What color do you expect the little-friend-cousin to be? Viarth asked, resuming the conversation that he and Korith had been having.
"Prae-...uh, erm, what? Why?" Holt asked, looking between his friend and the egg pot. He didn't know anyone from Benden, and didn't the current issues teacher always point out all the things they disagreed on? And K'tar had suggested a Green. He was too stuck on being a new pet owner to grasp any of his friend's subtlety or maybe that was giving K'tar too much credit.
He still speaks, but I suppose that's not the real question you're asking. He'll ask my thoughts when he's ready for them, I hope... Korith concluded weakly. The topic of the firelizard was much lighter and Korith latched onto it. Well, I suppose--I suppose I suppose too much--but I don't know much of eggs, actually. I'm not sure if I should be delighted or distressed if it is a Blue like myself. I-- I hope it's a male, and one with energy, a control kind of energy, or strength. I think that would make a good pet for Holt. What color does that strike you as?
The Woodrider smiled as she watched the not so graceful delivery of the gift, and merely inclined her head when he returned. "That's quite alright," she said soothingly. She then reached for a glass of wine off of a passing tray, the drudge immediately turning so she could more easily take it before continuing on. Humming softly under her breath, she looked around for a moment, then back to him, her curiosity shining in her eyes.
"So what was it, if you don't mind me asking?" she inquired, her tone faintly impish.
Cr’wean observed Ylara with a raised eyebrow as she looked suspicious, and then asked her question. Was it really so interesting? Well, he didn’t think he would mind to say so he just came right out with it.
“Firelizard egg. I think he liked it so that’s good.” Cr’wean set about finishing off his k’lah. He finished it off all right and left his mug to the side. He was probably not going to get anything else to drink, since he didn’t have a shift tonight and he was likely just go back to his room after the party. That and he wasn’t big on alcohol. Tasted awful. He pushed that train of thought away and merely watched the people getting up to dance. He wasn’t interested in dancing. He did like to watch though. Of course listen to the music as well. Sad would be the lifewing rider who hated music.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jun 19, 2013 12:22:44 GMT -8
K’tar laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Well, can you imagine what her face would look like if she knew that a Green firelizard was named after her? She doesn’t even like any firelizards, much less one so… common, as a Green.” He fell silent, gasping for air around noiseless whoops of mirth.
Viarth mused for a few seconds. This was interesting, he hadn’t tried to guess color from personality before, or even really vice versa. He didn’t really like doing so, because he felt it took something out of the experience of getting to know another creature.
Perhaps a Blue-like-you, or maybe a calm-steady-Brown. A Bronze, perhaps?