Post by shapeshifter on Oct 29, 2018 18:56:50 GMT -8
R'niaan groaned, "I know, I know Kor. Take it up with the Weyr." he said, gesturing out there with his hand as if to include it stone and all. "Anyhow, the clutch would be a good thing for us, especially since I need to get back in the swing of teaching. Bamath's calmed out a lot in the last turn. He's always done well, now I'm sure will be even better." he rolled his shoulders back and drifted his mind to the day he impressed the once tiny Crimson. "It's always wondrous watching those who get to impress. I still feel that moment when Bamath and I locked eyes, I'm sure that's the feeling that drives me when I actually get to keep a full term class." That moment a light knock on the door could be heard, "That was quick." he said, before shifting himself out of the furs and moving to the door. He opened it to reveal a teenaged drudge, bringing in their tray as requested with two mugs. He thanked them and took the large tray and set it down on the table. He moved to settle himself into the nook with Korvalia again.
Bamath piped up, [smear:#721513]Then we shall race![/smear:#721513:0]
He bolted into the air with a strong leap, his wings a downward beat that could knock a small human child off their feet. He bugled and rose up towards the top of the weyrbowl before circling around to see if Korinath had lept before he began to circle lazily down from the top to his ledge for sunning.
Korinath wasn’t far behind Bamath as he took off. With a rumbling squeal, she launched into the sky and chased after him. Built more for agility and speed, her ascent wasn’t nearly as quick as she might have liked, but she wasn’t too far behind the crimson as he circled. Once she joined him above the weyr, she dipped below him then darted back up as he made his lazy descent. Swooping in beneath him, she scampered out of the way for him to land, twisting around in the entrance to his weyr and popping back out to be sure she could claim a spot on the ledge.
[smear:#000000]Do I win? Hmmmm?[/smear:#ffebad:0]
Tilting her head, Korinath settled herself at the edge of the ledge, curling her tail around her feet and waiting for Bamath to settle.
“It’s good that he’s calmed, I suppose. I still don’t know how B’rek and Upsenth weren’t murdered.” As much as she loved her brother, she knew that he lived to get under the skin of others. His dragon was even worse. When there came a knock at the door, Korvalia moved to get up but R’niaan beat her to it. “Thank you.”
Readjusting herself so that she was sitting forward to better reach the table, the young woman piled pillows behind her and reached for the flagon of klah to pour a mug for R’niaan. Even persistent annoyance with the man wouldn’t keep her from being a polite hostess. “Are you really going to turn down the next mission?” Korvalia tucked her pale hair behind her right ear and lifted her gaze to look at the crimsonrider as she held out the mug to him.
Post by shapeshifter on Nov 3, 2018 0:27:31 GMT -8
Bamath crooned approvingly, /Win indeed! Fast, good to know./ he blew more hot breath in a snort as he landed next to the midnight and stretched himself out across the mouth of the weyr, leaving plenty of room in front of him for Korinath.
R'niaan took the klah, avoiding making any remarks about her brother. He busied himself with a meatroll and with a half full mouth, "My word was given. No more missions. I need a break from them." he finished chewing and picked up a piece of fruit and began to gnaw, enjoying the flavors as it slid down his throat and made his taste buds sing. After a long draw on his klah, he asked, "Well Kor, we will need to prepare for a new Weyrling class if that Queen is due to rise as you say. We need to make sure we have our lesson plans in check. Might need to secure a few cavern workers to dust out the Barracks and make sure they are ready for the next set."
ONce Bamath was settled, Korinath took full advantage of whatever room was left, sprawling in all her glory. Her tail twitched lazily as she shimmied her way closer to the crimson, stretching out her neck and twisting it so the top of her head was rested on top of Bamath's nearest foot.
"There's no need for that. I've made sure they have stayed clean. It only took a little convincing to have it added to candidate chores." Grabbing a wrinkled bit of red fruit, Korvalia nibbled at it. Not as satisfying as the fresh fruits she'd experienced in the south while visiting her sister, it was still a sweet treat that she was more than grateful for. "I figured the drudges had better things to do with the war going on." Shrugging, she reached for the second mug and poured herself a serving of halk.
"I assume you and Bamath will give chase." Lifting the mug, she took a sip, watching R'niaan from the corner of her eye.
Post by shapeshifter on Nov 3, 2018 20:11:30 GMT -8
R'niaan shrugged, "If Bamath flies, I will oblige. However I am not after the Weyrleader position like I'm sure many are. During a war, to call the shots, is what some strive for. If Bamath flies her, then I'll have to bite my tongue and do my duty to this Weyr." he kind of grimaced, more or less thinking himself fully capable of being Weyrlingmaster or even a Weyrsecond. Weyrleader wasn't something he would have ever imaged himself to be. "However, I am not going to will Bamath to chase." he added at the end, looking down at his meatroll as to examine it before taking another bite. He took another draw on his klah and set the mug down, fidgeting with the mug by tilting it a bit back and forth a few times on the table before righting it and letting go of the handle. "Good to know on those Candidates though, giving them something to do that will come of handy when they actually impress." he then looked to Kor, "Korinath, she has risen yes?" he asked, tilting his head slightly with curiosity as he eyed her. "It's been so long I cannot keep track of everything."
Bamath nudged his nose up to Korinath's, his big swirling eyes watching her as she laid her head down. He curled his tail up and draped it over the tip of hers before closing his eyes, basking in Rukabat's rays, his hide almost glowing from the fresh oiling and the beaming light.
"Hedara has appointed a Weyrleader. Good man. I doubt a flight will usurp him so soon." Korvalia mused as she reached for one of the sweet rolls to nibble on, pulling off little pieces to eat rather than taking a bite out of it as most would. Snuggling down under her blanket a bit more, the young woman turned her head just slightly to watch R'niaan as he sipped his klah. As she watched he began to fidget and one corner of her mouth started to creep up. As aloof and annoyed as she was, she had missed his presence in the weyr. She couldn't put her finger on exactly why but if he really was staying, she was glad. Not only would she have help with the upcoming clutch, the Weyr could definitely use a crimson.
"Yes. She's risen a few times; is probably due to rise at some point before winter ends." A faint blush colored her pale cheeks though her tone remained matter of fact. She'd long since accepted that flights were part of life as a dragonrider. "She's a bit of a flirt, far more social than I'll ever be." Shrugging, she pulled off another piece of the sweet roll and popped it into her mouth.
Up on Bamath's ledge, Korinath blew out a puff of hot air, creating a little cloud of steam around the crimson's head as he nudged her nose. Rumbling with laughter, clearly finding her own antics amusing, the moonlight settled onto the ledge as Bamath made himself comfortable. She was a gregarious creature and craved physical closeness as much as conversation. Now was not the time for talking though, it was time for sun and snuggles.
Post by shapeshifter on Nov 5, 2018 5:19:05 GMT -8
R'niaan looked to Kor, "Good then. Pernese tradition usually states that a Flight dictates Weyrleader, however we aren't much of traditionalists are we anymore?" he said and chuckled, thinking of the hues of their dragons. "It's been so long it's hard to remember what dragons have risen and who haven't. I figured with as healthy as Korinath was she would have. But better to ask than assume." he took up his mug again, taking a long draw, a chill running down his spine from the cold air, "I'd have to say I missed this cold air... it's much better than being hot and sweaty all the time." he smiled at Kor, inching himself a little closer to her, "So how have you not found a rider to partner up with? I mean, look at you. Any man would be lucky to have such a smart one as you, well, beautiful too to boot." he said, grinning at her, bringing that up in the mention of flights.
Bamath make a chortling noise to Korinath, his throat making a slight humming noise at the closeness of the dragoness made him have a sense of security on the ledge, similar to the feelings he experienced when R'niaan slept on is forearm.
[smear:#721513]Mine, we are content and fed, this sun is nice... nap would be nicer....[/smear:#721513:0] Bamath spoke to R'niaan, is tone growing sleepier and more drawn with each word.
R'niaan chuckled out loud, "Seems our two have found comfort in sunning and napping on the ledges." he said, looking at Kor with a grin.
“Mmm, I suppose we aren’t.” Her tone suggested that she wasn’t entirely okay with the fact that Ice Stone seemed to stray further and further from tradition, but the turns had mellowed her righteous indignation over all things non-traditional. It helped that her dragon was so open and a bit non-traditional herself. Though she agreed that the crisp air was much better than the muggy weather in the south, Korvalia didn’t comment, instead smirking into her mug. However, as conversation turned to her current lack of a weyrmate, she lowered the mug and blinked.
“I would imagine that not many people are pairing up at the moment. The war has put a lot of strain on everyone. Some might find solace in another during such times...I have not.” Nor had she particularly tried either. It just wasn’t a priority. Maybe if she hadn’t been a dragonrider and was still working in the kitchens and helping the Headwoman. “As I’m sure you’re aware, it’s not nearly as easy as just picking someone and willing things to work.”
Of course she would actually have to give a man a chance to find herself a weyrmate. More than once she’d been accused of being as cold as the ice around them. It wasn’t entirely true; she was poised and reserved and a bit aloof but that didn’t make her cold. Just hard to approach and even harder to woo. As far as she was concerned, all complaints about her personality could be laid at her mother’s feet. The woman had been very strict and exacting in her raising of Korvalia. It had been the woman’s hope that Korvalia would do what she had not been able to do and Impress a Gold. Instead that honor fell to her younger sister Rekkora; though, instead of a gold she’d managed to Impress the first Abyss in decades!
Lost in thought as to why she was still without companionship, Korvalia was oblivious to the way R’niaan scooted closer. Quite honestly she was oblivious to quite a bit when it came to him. Maybe it was for the best. Kor doubted very much that she was the sort of woman that the crimson rider would chase. He called her beautiful but then he’d always flirted; no doubt to irritate her. As he spoke again,this time of their dragons, Korvalia turned her head and smiled, glad that Korinath was enjoying the reunion. “Yes, Korinath is close to sleep. It always amazes me how she can make a friend of nearly any dragon.” It was something Korvalia almost envied.
Post by shapeshifter on Nov 6, 2018 6:06:56 GMT -8
R'niaan chuckled, "Yes. Once upon a time Bamath reflected me so much that we would think the same sentence. We were both mean and spiteful. Call that bloodline raising. I'll never understand how my family kept that straight strong. My mission before last kinda broke that in me. I feel much happier now, not harboring so much resentment and ill will towards others. Especially the southerners." he closed his eyes and tilted his head back on the wall for a moment, pondering.
"You know, I'm more than happy I'm back. Bamath is enjoying himself with Korinath. I think he likes the company of other dragons more than he lets on. Or maybe it's just Korinath's flirts. Who knows, he has his ego still I guess."
He opened his eyes again and looked to Korvalia, "Sometime's its good to have someone to confide in. To share your deepest troubles with and to feel a connection to. Whether a best friend or mate, even in the darkest of times." he added, "Our dragons fill our hearts, but sometimes its nice to talk to more than just your forevermore bonded."