Gone as soon as she spoke. For Eira it was just as well for her sake, though she was concerned about that babe. Still, she didn't hover all the women of the hold, especially not on her day off. She would have to manage on her own, then, if she didn't want advice.
And then a firelizard was affronting the Weyrwoman and her conversation partner, bothersome pests those firelizards. He ran out not a moment later, and curious, Eira slid up to the Weyrwoman. In a low voice she asked, "What was that all about?"
Post by shapeshifter on Oct 30, 2013 18:57:18 GMT -8
R'niaan flew into a fit of rage. He screamed out her name as Ayelenth betweened. He felt his blood pressure rising as tears formed in his eyes, knowing good and well what was going to happen.
"It was mine too..." he snarled, head down. He looked at Bamath, who's eyes were an array of greys. Both Rider and Dragon felt their hearts hurting. R'niaan turned away from where his eyes locked on their vanishing, beginning to walk towards the party once more.
He reached the doors, walking in and grabbing the nearest flask of wine. He turned it up, beginning to drink rapidly and shortly following the first with a second. She wasn't here. She destroyed what they had between them. Now, he'd drink away the memory. He'd even fight it out...
R'niaanMine, we shall not do that again. We have fought too long to turn down this path...
I don't care anymore. She killed what was mine, not just hers... R'niaan replied, regaining his composure. But if she thinks I do what she claims I do....then oh will I! R'niaan said, standing and heading for his third flask.
A hurried bow was given and R’niaan rushed out. The Icerider noted this but looked less than perturbed. Rather quickly, she noted someone coming close to her, as she was the sort to care about her personal space. Hedara turned her head toward the woman who slid into place next to her. Ah, her she knew. Eira she would be, daughter of the Lord Holder. More importantly to Hedara, she was a Lifewing rider. Her hazel eyes observed her for a moment before looking toward where the Crimsonrider had run off to.
“I suspect it is a personal matter.” Probably relationship oriented. That certainly seemed to get people in a whirl and raise emotions quickly. She wouldn’t know, and her parents were the last people in the world that would show off heated emotions in their relationship. She had to admit she was at least a bit curious as to what was going on but she was not going to make a fuss over this. That tended to make things more public, and therefore worse. So she turned her head back toward Eira.
“Are you enjoying the evening?” At this juncture Ivy poked her head up again, checking to see if things had calmed down. Perhaps it was safe now.
Post by shapeshifter on Oct 31, 2013 5:03:38 GMT -8
It was then R'niaan stumbled into a man carrying a small pot as he tried to find his third flask of wine. The man took a step back and eyed the CrimsonRider, "Pardon me, Rider!" He chuckled noticing R'niaan was well on his way to a drunken state. R'niaan peered into the top of the pot, seeing the sand it sparked interest, "Egg? Firelizard egg?" He inquired from the man. "Well, actually yes it is! I'm a seller of these fine eggs! I'm actually looking for someone to purchase this one. It should be hatching very soon, it's sibling eggs started hatching earlier in the day today and have been throughout the day." R'niaan thought about beautiful Grace and little Ivy, "I'll take it." he handed over a fair share of marks for the egg, more than the man requested.
R'niaan found himself with the pot in his hand over by the hearth, poking around in the sand, trying to feel for the egg. When his finger tips brushed shell, something bit him. He yanked his hand out of the pot with a yelp as a flit's head appeared from under the sand. R'niaan nearly fell over in his chair as he hurriedly grabbed meat from the table and began to feed it. He knew the drill. He had seen so many people impress, he had just never done it himself.
She scarfed down the meat, crooning with contentment as R'niaan pulled her from the pot of sand and set it down next to them. Her began to examine her color, very odd color at that! She was of a beautiful Copper, but had a black stripe running from the tip of her nose, all the way down her back to the tip of her tail. Her feet started off black as night and as it made it's way up faded into copper by the time it got to her shoulders and her haunches.
She bit him again. "You can't still be hungry!" R'niaan said. She moved her head under his hand, "Petting..." he mumbled and began to pet her along her back. "You love to cause me pain already....like every other woman." He chuckled and thought for a moment, "Royal....like a royal pain! Little Miss Royal." The little firelizard crooned and she made her way up to R'niaan's shoulder, perched and began to eye everyone in the room.
Why do you make terrible decisions in this state of mind? Now we have one of those things to deal with? Shouldn't you be concerned about Ayleneth's mine....it's not like it was on purpose. Ayleneth wasn't supposed to between...she did scream....
R'niaan snapped, And you're just NOW telling me this? Meet me in the Bowl!
R'niaan left the Hall, grabbing his riding jacket off a chair as he went and throwing it on. Royal was in a fluster as she zoomed around his head. He grabbed her and put her in the front of his jacket, where she nested up against his stomach. He mounted his Crimson's large form as soon as he landed, "To Rainbow Mists!" he exclaimed as Bamath launched in the air, sending his dragon a picture and vanishing from the cold night.
(tag@shapeshifter) "You got a deal on that one," Libby remarked as she watched the trader count up the marks. It might make up for the few they had let go for less than the normal price, considering how little time they had to sell them.
"It's called luck," the man said and stashed the marks away in the pouch. "Any more?"
"Nah, that was the last one," she gestured with a flick of her wrist. She had been carrying them around for him. Odd jobs, again. Then she left her palm face up, "For my troubles?"
"You are a rather unusual breed," the man commented slowly as he withdrew a mark for her. "Might've made a good trader if we'd caught you younger. Ah, well, t'is how it is. Good luck on your travels Miss Beckle," he tossed the wooden coin at her underhand with a light motion.
She caught it and hid the mark away in one smooth action. "You too. If you've more jobs, I'm sure you'll find me." And like that she melted into the next wave of people who passed by.
The man smiled, "I'm sure I will," and headed to go check on his sled canines and finish his books for the evening's sales, though not before he'd grabbed a portable bit of dinner.
Free and on her way, Libby looked around the hall with wonder. She'd seen it sure, but she hadn't really looked at it. She recognized that this place was huge. How else could it be home to dragons and the healing birds alike? Best to find out more about it, if she was to convince the LifeWings to accept her for Candidacy. Starting with the name for the whole place. She knew dragons lived in weyrs, but did LifeWings too? She would not look foolish in front of them. But even as she searched she didn't know how to find such a knowledgeable person in the first place. So she settled on approaching a person with very simple or no knots at all, as she was unlikely to offend someone who was in charge. As it happened she picked out Andromedae and, no sooner than she had walked up to the girl, felt herself out of place next to the splendid blue dress. "Good eve, miss...?" Too polite? Surely the girl didn't rank many, but in her own state without knots, well...best not to think on it too much or she'd start tripping on words. She wanted to know what this girl knew, and being her near equal in age and stature perhaps she'd be quite willing to talk at a party.
In the air above ISW a dragon appeared with a bugle of greeting. Strapped neatly to it's underside was a sling crafted for a Lifewing. As the dragon made its descent the avian within took no time disengaging itself from the contraption. Once the dragon was settled and freed from it's own end of the sling, rider and Lifewing both thanked the pair for the ride and that they would enjoy the party. As soon as they got a distance away from said Dragonpair the colorful avian turned on it's rider with contempt.
Must I really wear this thing? Axolzash's feathers ruffled as he spoke of the leg warmers and cap K'ris had custom made for him for trips to the frigid north.
"Oh, but you look adorable!" K'ris insisted and adjusted one of said leg warmers. "Just look at the colors! They match you perfectly! Green, purple, red, it's all here and making you all the more brilliant."
But is the little fuzzy ball on the hat nessicary? I mean, really. he puffed up again before settling his feathers and shifting his wings around. There was no talking sense into the Harper when he got his ideas.
"At least I match you!" and indeed the man did. Never one for dull tones he was clad in a handsome black tunic and pants, accented with intricate rainbows of beadwork and threading, and a feather here or there. His hair was well kempt as always, though a cap of his own with matching puffball (and a feather hanging from said puff of course) atop.
He appreached the party just in time to hear raised voices and see a dragon go between. Ah, for all the joys parties could bring there always seemed to be at least one event to bring the mood down. Perhaps since this one came so early a recovery would be swift. "Some wine for me, I think."
Post by summerrain on Oct 31, 2013 19:16:41 GMT -8
Chiara had finally been allowed to go, after being checked by multiple LifeWings and their riders. He had done some reading on LifeWings while he'd been on bed rest, and he found that he liked them more and more. He'd have to talk to some of the higher-ups about becoming a LifeWing Candidate. That was his reason for going to the party.
One of his arms was still bandaged, but no longer in a sling. He was finally almost fully recovered. He saw the Weyrwoman and made his way to her. He bowed respectfully before speaking, as he was still only a Candidate. "Weyrwoman, if I may borrow some of your time?" he asked, keeping his tone light. "My name is Chiara, ma'am. I simply wish to talk to you about my Candidacy? If you are not busy, of course," he added quickly, inclining his head to the other young woman. He recognized her as one of the LifeWing Riders who'd helped care for him once he had finally woken up. He smiled slightly at her.
"I have studied up on Weyr policies, and I know that this would eventually have to go through you, but I do hope that I am not going above my rank by talking to you first." He lowered his gaze, doing his best to remain respectful. "I was doing a good bit of reading while I was abed, you see, and I began studying LifeWings more closely. I... I hope it's alright ma'am, but I... I wish to become a LifeWing Candidate instead of a Dragon Candidate." He met her gaze with his own, and his eyes glimmered with determination. "I have had plenty of time to think it through, ma'am. I know I might be on the older end of the apprentice age, being seventeen Turns, but I would like to try. If I may, that is."
Post by shapeshifter on Nov 1, 2013 7:42:34 GMT -8
Andromedae looked up at the girl who made a comment to her, "Oh, well hello there." She replied, looking the girl up and down. She had been absorbed in the gathering of people around her. "Have you been enjoying the gathering?" She inquired. She watched at that moment as the CrimsonRider bolted from the gathering, with a new flit? Ah well, maybe J'lall would appear at the gathering as well. "How long have you been around here? Are you a Candidate?" She asked as her attention turned back to Libby.
Hedara turned toward the new voice, and gave his a critical gaze. Something about her expression grew somewhat stony as she took in his appearance but she remained silent as the candidate spoke. It wasn’t him exactly, but she could clearly see he was still recovering from something, and even if she couldn’t do anything about it, she hated people from her Weyr being injured. Still she listened, watching him closely as he spoke. Lifewings, huh? She could hardly blame people for preferring the Aerie to the Weyr, especially since from what she heard Lifewings hatchings were a more relaxing affair. It was, odd to have someone speak to her directly about this sort of thing, she did have a candidate master after all. Still, since he asked, she would speak on this.
“It is not for me to grant you permission to be a Lifewing Candidate, the Aerie accepts candidates on its own. Thus, you would require their permission first and foremost to stand on their sands. Afterwards it is a simple matter to grant you what you request. Understand what Dragons search for and what Lifewings require are not always the same. Permission is not given lightly.” Unlike the Weyr, Aeries didn’t simply let holder’s sons and such become candidates as political gambits. They couldn’t. Aeries didn’t have a lot of history for Hedara to study, but because of that she knew it well. And because the Aerie at Ice Stone was so close with the Weyr, she couldn’t afford to have anything but a good relationship with the Aerie and its leaders. She would not overstep in these matters.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Nov 8, 2013 9:58:06 GMT -8
T’vax loved parties. Even Slinesteth didn’t mind them; a good party provided lots of things which attracted attention away from him, after all. Of course, distracting attention from his rider was a little bit harder.
“…and then, once it’s set up, the object is to…” T’vax was in his element, telling stories to a few of his age-mates. There was a swirl of activity near the Jr. Weyrwoman, but T’vax ignored it. It wasn’t really all that important.
“As could be demonstrated by…” T’vax waved his hand, a choir director’s motion, and Ninarwa, his Pink, burst into song. She sounded a lot better than she’d used to, her voice was definitely improving with age.
Seeing his sister talking with the Jr. Weyrwoman, L’van hung back slightly. Yes, it was important to say hello, but even if the Weyr was full of beliefs and practices which weakened the north, it was still important to remember that authority, any authority, deserved respect.
Larsley wandered in. He'd been here for several days, but tonight was apparently a special occasion. He made his way over to one of the tables laden with food. His vision was, as usual, completely blurry. He loaded up a plate, and, glass of wine in hand, Larsley slinked into the background, where he could watch the party at a distance. Interesting things might happen tonight. And he always liked when interesting things happened. But he wasn't likely to be talking to anyone. Larsley was more the quiet reader than a people person. That's why he was back here, leaning against the wall, listening in on the conversations.
Chiara nodded. "Of course," he said quickly. He hadn't thought completely through who he was supposed to ask about it. "In that case, do you know who I might be able to speak with in the Aerie?" His eyes shone with determination. He wanted to help heal. As a Rider, he wouldn't be able to learn how to heal. He was too old to be a normal apprentice, which happened around ten or twelve. He didn't think many of the Aerie came to the Weyr, even for Gathers like this. He was curious, and wondered who he would be sent to talk to first.
Tysinni may have gotten to the party a little late, not that she particularly cared or anything. The scenery was still quite different than what she was used to. Though she expected it to be different in the north, the girl hadn't quite expected it to be as different as it was. She didn't dislike this place, but she definitely couldn't say that she liked it. It was much colder than she had anticipated. The cold weather just made her unhappy, like the weather was cold just to get her. She huffed out a breath at that thought, knowing just how silly the thought really was. Weather was not going to be out to get one person, but that didn't mean she couldn't think it.
It didn't really help Tysinni feel any happier not knowing which way went where. She felt like a lost puppy in this Weyr. She probably would've felt that way anywhere other than the two places she knew and she didn't like the feeling one bit. She knew this feeling would go away as soon as she got to know her way around, but who knew how long that would take? It could take several sevenday to several turns. And she highly doubted that she could put up with turns of this uneasy feeling. She made a deal with herself then, if she didn't learn her way around the Weyr within a turn, she would go back to Melisong or the Harper Hall at Golden Flight. She would stay if she did learn the layout by then.
Shyilia and Anosia joined her at that moment. Both the Ranbow flit as well as the Starlight taking their usual places on her shoulders. Tysinni walked in to the main area of the celebration now. She collected herself before taking herself and her two flits any further into the room. There was little use fretting over the simple things. She could, and probably would, fake a smile and pretend to be a happy new Candidate. At least one of those things would be true, she was a new Candidate at this place.
Dezurenko dropped to the floor of the Bowl. He turned around and thanked the rider who deposited him here, bundled his rider's jacket (a hand-me-down) around his frame and made for the hall. Once inside he looked around and smiled at the attendance. Then he made a dash for the food. Going between always made him hungry. He picked up a leg and began devouring it, before grabbing a plate and filling it with everything he could get his hands on. Dezurenko grabbed a mug and filled it to the brim with fresh klah, sipping the hot drink as if his life depended on it. Ice Stone Weyr wasn't as temperate as RMW. Still, a celebration meant food and conversation, two aspects of life he vehemently enjoyed. Both hands full with his spoils, Dezurenko looked around for somewhere to sit down.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Dec 31, 2013 20:44:11 GMT -8
Unlike T’vax, T’ruk would do just about anything to avoid a party. He didn’t dislike them as much as he used to, but, given how he used to react to the concept of going to parties, especially large parties, that wasn’t really saying a whole lot. Glancing around, he was relieved to note that T’vax was both around and acting more like his usual self. For awhile after his kidnapping, the older youth had been quiet, almost withdrawn. That had, in honesty, scared T’ruk more than even his sort-of friend’s disappearance. T’vax was almost never quiet, and T’ruk still had trouble imagining what could have been done to cause the Chromerider’s silence. Azeriuth even said that T’vax “felt different”, though the Silverlight had trouble describing just how the Chromerider had changed.
Slipping out of the corner where he had taken up refuge, T’ruk grabbed some food and then retreated back to share it with Guyaky, Atanek, and Tungull. Sinok wasn’t present, being as he was curled up like a fury ball right next to Azeriuth.