Madman's Music [Ceridawn/Trella]

[Shoki]

77.06.28
Early Afternoon
Weyrbowl
ceridawn

It was a fine day to be reading. Any day was a fine day, if you really thought about it, but today was quite nice. Sunshine, but not too hot. F’mil found a lovely pot where Delgeth would throw shade so he didn’t get burned by the warm rays today. As he settled down he gave a little happy sigh.

It was a lovely day to read about music that drove men mad.

The rider knew that not everything he looked up was true. He did so love to pay attention to it though. The book itself was on obscure instruments, the sort of thing that might not gain his attention, normally. However, he had heard there was an account of a most odd device inside that had peculiar properties when played. So he was looking through it.

Delgeth was attempting a nap. The tiny Crimson often did as F’mil read his books. The sort of pleasure that his rider got from reading put his mind at ease, often so that he got a little bit better sleep then he would otherwise. He could care less the subject matter, he only cared that his rider enjoyed it. As of yet, F’mil had not found the passage that interested him, so Delgeth had one eye half open, lazily watching the man flip through page after page. The pace was rhythmic enough that it was relaxing anyway.

Amazing how this was so relaxing in a time that there was war at other places.

[ceridawn]

Shoki

Trella had been pushed to go out by her parents. They were well aware of her tendency to keep only to herself and those she already knew well. Unfortunately, this meant that despite being there a turn, she had yet to become close to anyone at Telgar. While she was perfectly happy with just her parents for company, they did not approve. They believed that she needed to spend time around other people.

She supposed they were right to some degree. Despite being a candidate, she still spent all of her free time with them. She knew herself well enough to understand that if she was going to defend this weyr than she would need a reason why. So now she was wandering around, hoping to find someone she could strike up a conversation with.

When she came across the man, only a bit older than her based on appearance, reading a book she decided that he would be a good place to start. She walked over and sat down next to him. "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" 

[Kitty]

Tarakuro grinned lightly to himself as he walked along through the Weyrbowl. His eyes were focused elsewhere, namely up in the skies. He smiled almost goofily to himself as he watched the dragons swoop this way and that, in and out of Weyrs and such, and some just flying over the bowl itself. That was going to be him some day... He nodded with utmost certainty. Turns of being left standing had not tempered the young man's hopes in the least. He watched the dragons for a few more moments before turning his gaze to the bowl itself. Typically there was someone interesting to talk to around... He hoped that would be the case now.

It didn't take him long to spot F'mil and a girl who he didn't recognize approaching him. He tilted his head a little as he saw F'mil trying to read. Perfect... He grinned impishly to himself and meandered right over before plopping himself at his other side with a conspirational smile to the girl across the way. "Of course he doesn't mind, do you F'mil?" Tarakuro grinned broadly at the Crimson rider. Yes, he could see him trying to read, but he was feeling particularly troublesome. "How's Delgeth?" He asked to the Rider before looking to the girl across from him. He leaned playfully over F'mil with a broad grin. "I don't believe we've met... I'm Tarakruo. And you are?" He held out his hand to take hers should she allow it in greeting and introduction. Yes... Tarakuro was making a royal pest out of himself today wasn't he?

[Shoki]

The page flipped while F’mil considered the idea of breathing through his nose while exhaling with his mouth. A curious way to play an instrument to be sure, but he still hadn’t found the instrument he was looking for, apparently. Though he certainly wouldn’t mind hearing this odd droning music that this particular subject produced. He was interrupted in his thought when someone arrived, and he looked up. A candidate he didn’t know. She was swiftly joined by someone he was familiar with though. Tarakuro, yes.

F’mil smiled politely, before closing the book around his finger to keep his place. He got up quickly before motioning with his free hand.

“Not at all. Please, have a seat.” He’d wait until she took her seat before he sat down again. F’mil’s gaze moved to the Tarakuro as conversation was happening.

“Delgeth is as he always is.” A diplomatic response for the dragon being cross with Telgar. F’mil rarely talked about that though. “Always helping me when I want to read.” Warmth permeated every word, a tone often reserved for those that someone truly cared about. Of course a rider would talk this way about their dragon. Not all did, but F’mil was often in that camp.

Delgeth merely watched, eyeing the candidates. The red and white dragon didn’t seem annoyed, but his tail began twitching slightly faster. As was usually the case, the dragon’s tail never sat still. He was a bit impatient for F’mil to go back to reading, but the rider’s mind was pleasant enough, even when interrupted. He was rather lucky to have such a man for his mind to be connected to. Delgeth wasn’t sure how long this was going to take, but knowing how F’mil was programed, he would either spend a long time being ‘proper’ or talk about weird stuff and drive them away quickly. Delgeth watched to see which it would be.

[ceridawn]

"Thank you." Trella responded politely when he gestured for her to sit down. She hoped she was not disturbing him. "If you want me to leave so you can read, all you need to do is tell me. I don't want to disturb you."

She thought for a minute, deciding that introductions were in order. "My name is Trella. He said your name is F'mil and your dragon is Delgeth? He is very handsome, his coloration is quite striking." She then turned to the other man. "It is very nice to meet you Tarakruo."

[Kitty]

Tarakuro nodded thoughtfully as F'mil answered so diplomatically.. Too diplomatically... He furrowed his brows a little wondering if something was wrong. But his concerned look only lasted a half second. F'mil and himself were not that close, so perhaps F'mil wished to keep his problems his own. Well that was fine... Tarakuro wouldn't pry... At least unless he thought F'mil was in danger. F'mil was an odd egg, that much was for sure, but Tarakuro had decided that he was his friend. At least until he gave the younger man reason to feel that he wasn't. Yet with F'mil, he often felt uncertain just where he stood with him.

But he nodded in acceptance of his answer either way. He would look back to the dragon giving him a warm nod of greeting as well. He knew that dragons didn't typically talk to other people even if he did wish they would talk to him. But he wouldn't try and force it. He had heard that dragons will speak to you I they wish to. He had even had a few dragons do just that to him... It was truly exciting when they did. "You're certainly looking vibrant today Delgeth." He didn't want to be rude and leave the dragon out, however. He couldn't help but smile at the warmth in F'mil's voice as he spoke of his beloved dragon. He found a distinct and almost painful longing for that kind of closeness... Surely he couldn't be left standing until he aged out could he? He shuddered at the thought.

His attention soon shifted to Trella and he gave her a warm and courteous smile. "The pleasure is all mine Trella..." He smiled warmly to the girl and tilted his head a little. "Are you a candidate? I'm not certain I have seen you at the Candidate's barracks..." He asked her curiously before glancing over to F'mil. He was fairly certain that his friend would wish to return to his book, but it was fun bugging him all the same.

[Shoki]

F’mil chuckled a little bit at Trella’s response. Not too loud, but he wasn’t suppressing it either. He brought the book up as he spoke.

“Oh, don’t worry. I always have time to read, and I do enjoy chatting.” F’mil’s mouth twitched into a mischievous smile. Delgeth snorted softly. They both knew how the man could converse for a long time if he was in the mood.

To F’mil’s credit, he didn’t so much as twitch as Trella complimented Delgeth. Even though Delgeth’s eyes betrayed irritation. The rider merely stretched out a hand to indicate he was speaking for them both.

“So we are. It is very nice to meet you Trella.” He moved back to a more relaxed position, hiding the space in conversation that he was using to divert the conversation in a way that Delgeth would feel more at peace with. Or at least put things in a way that didn’t stir up old wounds. “I am so glad you like him. He might be a handsome creature be he tired of hearing it from me.” He looked at Delgeth with amusement, and Delgeth snorted again, irritation and pleasure mixing in his eyes.

Delgeth shifted his attention, peering at Tarakuro. Telgar was certainly nicer on the whole to his ilk, but it was hard to let some shields down. Still, he ventured to do so here, trying to ignore the mesh of feeling that was Telgar. Rather he focused on the little knot of humans around him. Tarakuro was a nice sort to be around, a happy bubble that paired well with F’mil’s constant love for him. It felt nice. So he nodded in acknowledgement to the boy’s complement, but kept his own thoughts to himself.

And he tried to ignore the externally vexing cloud of worry that was Telgar.

“So, how may I help your candidates today? If you are looking for hint as to what might hatch I’m afraid I have no clue.” His tone was lightly teasing, and he was still quite upbeat. Perhaps he could guess though. Oh wouldn’t it be fun if-

[smear:c82009]You are getting carried away again.[/smear:ffffff]

So I am. Lucky I have you. Delgeth let himself be smug for a moment, his second comment about him not being a candidate anymore remained unsaid.

[ceridawn]

"I am glad that I am not disturbing you." That would not be a good way to begin forming bonds. If she was to feel connected to the weyr, she would need positive relationships with some of its inhabitants. Still, he did not seem upset, so she would assume he was not simply being polite for now.

Trella thought for a moment about how she should reply, before simply deciding to be honest. "You probably have not seen me because I don't spend that much time there. I tend to seek out my family as often as possible. That is actually why I am here. I was told that I should form bonds with others at the weyr so if I Impress I will have a reason to fight for it. I decided that they were probably right and set out to find someone to talk with."

What would be a good topic of conversation? "Well, you now know why I am here. Do either of you have a suggestion for something we can talk about?"

[Kitty]

Tarakuro couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his features at F’mil’s soft chuckling. It wasn’t boisterous, but it was free. It had a quietness to it, but that didn’t, in any way diminish the joyfulness from it. He leaned forward to peer at the cover of his book curiously. F’mil always was reading something interesting. Tarakuro himself didn’t care too much for reading… He didn’t mind reading, but it just wasn’t something he would choose to do first. There were so many other things he’d rather be enjoying first. But then again if he found a book with topic matter that intrigued him… Well he could spend hours with a book as his only company as well.

He nodded slightly in agreement with F’mil’s words. True that. He had held long conversations with F’mil many a time, discussing this and that. But F’mil typically seemed to dodge away from personal discussions and their conversations typically remained rather surface deep. This didn’t bug the younger man in the least. He honestly enjoyed F’mil’s company for all his oddities. He didn’t seem dangerous to him, just… Interesting. Tarakuro looked up as he saw Delgeth’s eyes seem to flash. Was that irritation in his eyes? He furrowed his brows a little and blinked a couple times, but didn’t put two and two together. At F’mil’s words, he chuckled softly and nodded. “Well I’m certain he gets it a lot.” His words were careful, almost testing. Did Delgeth dislike being complimented? This was a foreign concept to the youth. He thought everyone liked compliments. Sure some may be embarrassed or sheepish… But he’d imagine they’d be at least secretly pleased… Ah well, he would let it go for now, just allowing himself to sit and listen.

As Delgeth fixed him with that draconic stare, Tarakuro found himself lost in his gaze for the moment. He gave him a small side grin and nodded gently in return. He understood if Delgeth didn’t wish to communicate verbally with him. Heck, the small bit of verbal affirmation was enough for the young man and his heart leapt in his chest. He did so like both F’mil and Delgeth, thus making him happy indeed around them. He was at ease with these two and it showed clearly. He did not stand on ceremony here. He could just be himself… Laid back and happy. He also understood how other people’s emotions could affect dragons and thus when around them, he tried to keep himself in check just in case it was all emotions and not just those of their rider. He wasn’t entirely sure on this one, but hey, it couldn’t do any harm to keep yourself in check right?

Tarakuro reclined back upon his forearms, leaning back but careful not to touch the dragon behind him as he heard F’mil ask about how he might help them. He shrugged a little bit. “You might not know, I doubt anyone could tell by looking at their shells.” He shrugged a little. “Anyone have any guesses?” His eyes sparkled with eagerness and amusement as he allowed his mind to wander to what could lay within the shells. They would be ready to hatch any day now… He dearly hoped it would be on his Turnday, which was also coming up. Wouldn’t that be exciting? He didn’t realize that Delgeth was trying to dissuade F’mil from such a thought process, and Tarakuro likely wasn’t helping in the least.

Tarakuro nodded in understanding as Trella began to explain why he hadn’t seen her around much. “I see… I enjoy spending time with my foster mother as well… But it’s also good to get to know the candidates around you… They could very well be like family to you for the next turn if you impress in this clutch.” He grinned a little at the thought, cocking his head to the side with a small smile. But he shrugged a little. “Guess it doesn’t matter either way though, there will be plenty of time to get to know the others during Weyrling training I suppose.” He spoke eagerly and fondly of the next step to be taken. He was eager for this next chance to find his lifemate, and it was clear in his eyes and in his words.

He tilted his head a little again before toying with a stray long blade of grass. “A good topic of conversation…” He hummed softly to himself as he thought. “Do you have any idea of the color of dragon you’d like to impress? I don’t know very much about the different colors myself, but there are so many and they are all beautiful in their own right.” He nodded as he thought about the rainbow of dragons they had here. It seemed that it was going to be a fight to steer the conversation away from dragons if Tarakuro was involved.

[Shoki]

F’mil shifted his gaze to Tarakuro and gave a relaxed smile. “From me or candidates mostly.” He did not let anything else seep into the conversation. Why should he burden these folks with something that was not their problem? No, they were standing for Telgar, their worries would be mostly on impression, not what came after. And he couldn’t wait to see what they might bond to.

“Oh, I could give some guesses, but I tend to guess the sort of thing that won’t show up, just because I want it to.” The rider let his enthusiasm show on his face, but didn’t say anything else on the subject. Delgeth approved of that, but got to listen to a list of colors that F’mil was hoping for anyway. Well Delgeth listened anyway.

Oh, family. F’mil remained quiet, looking just as happy as before without adding a thing to this conversation. It was nice to hear them talk about their families.

“Oh, that’s always a good subject.” F’mil knew he won’t be so much participating in this one, but he could well encourage the two candidates. After all, he was fairly interested as well. “Don’t forget to tell what you are interested in Tarakuro, fair turn and all.” F’mil seemed amused. He suspected that Tarakuro would jump at the chance to describe what he was hoping for, but one could never say.

[ceridawn]

She had to stop and think for a moment about that. What did she want? "I don't really have much of a preference when it comes to color. I suppose I tend to favor darker colors if you are talking purely about aesthetics. What I value most in a partner would be loyalty. I am, in all honesty, the type to let the world burn if it needed to protect the few who are mine. I would hope for a partner with the same conviction." She was not completely sure it was wise to share that much. People had, in the past, been put off by her at times callous attitude towards those her were not hers.

There was no reason for her to be the only one put on the spot. "What about you? do you have any dreams for your partner?" It might be interesting to hear about what someone else wanted from their bonded. Plus the sharing of hopes counted as a bonding experience, didn't it?

Her attention turned to F'mil. "You said what you would like to see is odd. Would you be willing to entertain us with your imaginings? There is nothing wrong with dreaming, no matter how unlikely an event is to actually happen." She waited patiently, hoping to hear something interesting.

[Kitty]

Tarakuro smiled warmly to F’mil as he spoke of his dragon in such a manner. He could certainly see why Delgeth would draw such compliments. He was such a handsome dragon indeed. He nodded gently and allowed his gaze to move quietly away from the dragon, clearly aware that he didn’t appreciate staring. Sure Tarakuro admired the dragon, but then again he admired every one of the winged ones that graced their lands and he had the honor of meeting. Tarakuro’s eyes glittered slightly as F’mil spoke of himself having guesses. How thrilling! Tarakuro would have loved to hear his guesses. But it didn’t seem that the Dragon Rider was quite eager to verbally travel down that path. Well that was fine, Tarakuro wasn’t going to pressure anyone into something they didn’t want to do.

He grinned a little as F’mil agreed on his choice of topic. Tarakuro’s eyes shone with eagerness as he thought of the array of colors that paraded through his mind. He rather quickly became lost in his own mental meanderings until he was jerked back by what F’mil reminded him of. He chuckled good naturedly and gave a gentle shrug. “You know… I have given it a lot of thought but I cannot seem to settle on one color or another. Each one has it’s positive and negative attributes…” He allowed his gaze to travel over to Trella and gave her a warm smile, nodding slowly in agreement. Loyalty was a perfectly good trait. Although from what she was saying, Tarakuro was a little unsettled. But he would give a warm sideways grin at her. “Sounds like you’re one to remain close to.” He shrugged a little in a playful manner. He didn’t know this girl except by brief notice in the barracks. But then again Tarakuro was one to attempt to remain close to many people. The fewer enemies one made, the less likely that ones back needed to be constantly guarded. Less exhausting that way.

He tilted his head a little as Trella directly asked about his preferences as well and he dipped his head a little. “Pern has a myriad of beautiful colors and interesting dragons… I value a kind heart, but the willingness and ability to fight for those who can’t fight for themselves… Dear Trella I’m afraid that you and I have a bit of a different life outlook.” He shrugged once again, obviously not bothered by this. Tarakuro was far too happy and easy going for that. “But in all honesty I don’t know what I want… I figure that I will know once my Life Partner graces the sands.” He smiled warmly as he reclined, likely surprising F’mil with his lack of a certain dragon that he longed to bond with. “I feel that no amount of desire will change the dragon I am destined to be bonded with.” He smiled in his carefree manner before looking to the other two.

[Shoki]

F’mil’s eyes seemed to betray mischief as he listened to Trella answer. How interesting. Tarakuro had his own thoughts of course (which were equally fascinating), but the dragon rider did not interrupt, nor correct. Not to either of them, actually.

“Well, it seems you have an idea at least, Trella. Being honest, I never dared to have an idea. It is fun to dream though.” F’mil smiled. Delgeth exceeded any expectation he could have had of course. “I don’t think it’s wrong to wish or not wish. After all, if such a thing is part of who you are, your dragon would accept it, even if what you wish for might not look like them at first.”

F’mil pondered answering Trella’s question then gave a smile. An extremely friendly smile that was about to immediately betray him.

“Oh, I hope something like an Abyss shows up. Course it can’t, no Queen egg, and it’s been more than sixty turns since the one before the one at Mists appeared. I do so want to see it though, such a vague history. Oh but the rumors surrounding that creature! I do wonder if even half are true I do hear that-“

[smear:c82009]Mine.[/smear:ffffff] F’mil stopped short. Oh dear, there he went again. He was babbling about how he was wishing for the dark queen to appear at Telgar. He might as well be asking for cursed dragons. Well, in all honesty he was, but he tended to put off people when he said such things. Curses and dragons of war. Well, why not have them, war would tear them one way or the other if it went on long enough. He didn’t need to be reminding candidates of the fact.

“Sorry, I do babble on. Abyss or Blood or something of that ilk. Perhaps a Brick? I have heard interesting things about them. Always wanted to pet one.” A cheery smile for a man that wanted things that were decidedly not normal for Telgar hatchings. Of course he had learned about all the different dragons. He was the sort that had to know.