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 Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 10:18 pm
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  fela and sophrosunth
The loud, triumphant, "YES!!" from somewhere nearby A'ye and S'del could be utterly inconsequential. Coincidental, really.
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Sophrosunth rumbled gently with pleasure at the scritches, though he did his best to look contrite towards the young bronze afterwards. He even went so far as to move where the little one had so subtly pushed. Of course you did, he agreed amiably. You were first to the scene, after all. It was your shining hide that alerted me to the fact that there was a problem to begin with, and you no doubt made sure all parties were calm during the situation.
He then suddenly jumped for no apparent reason and was quick to settle himself.
Ahem. Congratulations are in order, of course, but I believe these two have probably been outside long enough...Will you make sure they are escorted safely inside? The blue's tone turned serious, though his eyes betrayed his playful nature.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 11:04 pm
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Zamistia and Nanuth
Zamistia watched as her friend came closer, she was so glad to see the other here. She kept an ear open for any of the others replying to herself or Nanuth, but for now, Nala had her attention. As the other congratulated her, she gave her a warm smile, even though she was pretty sure she had mentioned it on the sands. Some people might not have noticed that pause of Nala's, but she had surely caught it. Then she realized, she didn't think she had introduced Nanuth out on the sands..least that she remembered herself.
"Thank you again for the...congratulations, Nala. I still can't even believe he..is mine. As for the feast, I..have never seen so...much food before. Not even when Belia sends...some to me. And Nala, I would like..you to officially meet, Nanuth. Nanuth, this is my friend...Nalacko,"Misty introduced.
It is a pleasure to fully meet you, Nalacko. I do hope my encouragement was helpful out on the sands. And my light, of course I am your's, I wouldn't be anyone else's, Nanuth thought to both girls. He bowed his head in greeting to Nala.
Demanthra and Monath
Demanthra could not miss her dragon's impatience when Zenobiath reached out to her. So she helped Rhiyn up behind her, making sure he was securely in place, before mentally telling Monath she could head to the feast now. She felt her green push off the ledge and get some air, before heading in the direction the feast would be in. Once they got there, she saw all the people below them, but pointed out a perfect spot for Monath to land for a moment. When the green touched down, she allowed Rhiyn to get off first, before he helped her down.
"Thank you, Rhiyn, I appreciate it. Monath, you can head over to where Zeno is waiting for you, dear heart,"she assured, kissing Monath's snout gently. Then she walked back over to her love and took ahold of his hand, squeezing it lightly.
Monath had lifted off from where her rider was with Rhiyn, before heading over to where she saw Zenobiath. Once there, she landed gracefully next to the golden beauty and nuzzled her lightly.
Sorry I could not be here sooner, dear, I was making sure to pick up Mine's own love,Monath explained gently. She wished she knew how to make the other feel better.
((Moving of Rhiyn with Thali's permission))
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2018 4:35 pm
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Yu'star and Bronze Nevidenth
Nevidenth mentally narrowed his eyes at the blue's tone, clearly suspicious at what he meant by the shine of his hide. Was he making a stab at him for being a bronze, even though he was only a few candlemarks old? His remark about being able to be the one to save Aryale had had nothing to do with the sheen he was born with so maybe, just maybe, he was reading too much into it. A soft brush across his head knobs from Yu'star's hands confirmed just that, as his rider and lifemate didn't seem to think anything of it. ...thank you for helping. We really wouldn't have been able to do it on our own. He wasn't too proud to say thanks, by all means, but it sort of had to be forced out. He was sulking only because Yu'star was sulking, and now that the young woman was safe and out of the hole it seemed to get even worse.
Her simple mentions of luck, of the time away, was punching the young man in the gut just as strongly as an actual fist. He hadn't thought this far ahead - hadn't planned on impressing - and although he was still emotionally riding a high that was unlikely to leave him the cold fingers of reality were trying to get a decent enough grip. Nevidenth saw Yura faintly tremble, and placed his snout into his hand. Sophrosunth says we should all go inside. You're pretty cold, right Mine? That's why you're shivering.
Even a blind wher could see that was not the reason why but Yu'star was thankful for the lead in from both the blue (he would need to find their rider later and thank them on hands and knees) as well as his own love. The bronze moved and nuzzled against Aryale as well as his rider took to bowing to the blue, every polite in his thanks.
"We should get going in, yeah. Mom and Dad are probably foaming at the mouth looking for us, or at least have cried hard enough the Weyrleaders have asked them to leave and stop causing a scene." Both options were not too far-fetched to actually happen and Nevidenth expressed some strange concern. "I'm not lying, love. You can ask Bis Sis, our parents are intense. You think your family is bad." The bronze dragonet didn't move from where he was against Aryale, or rather he was trying to usher her forward so they could both watch Yu'star from behind as the boy walked.
He clearly had a limp, from being stabbed in the foot earlier in the day, but their progress in was good enough and it looked as though nothing was going to happen within a span of five candlemarks. "What're you too walking so slow for?" Yu'star turned to look back and see, his steps still continuing forward, when he accidentally kicked his own foot - or tripped over the air - or any number of things. Instead of being able to right himself he looked to see he was about to crash into someone and he braced for impact...
...only to feel a sharp jolt followed by the even sharper sounds of fabric ripping. The rip was fast and loud and followed quickly by the unmistakable coldness of the night air against his enter lower region. A glance over his shoulder confirmed what he thought he'd see: a dragon with cloth in his mouth, eyes wide in green and yellow coloring.
.....oops.
medigel fela gonna get a fella.....'s company
demon_pachabel everyone spoke entirely too soon
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 12:37 pm
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A'ye
His protests were silenced and his moves were halted as soon as S'del tightened his grip, and for a sliver of a moment the greenrider worried he'd upset the man with his words rather than his actions. He knew his actions weren't the best but it was all he knew, run his mouth and then run away, but S'del was saying something and then he was kissed. Not a soft kiss like the one before Thread, or the ones they'd shared while so drunk on Flightlust he could only remember those moments in private.
This kiss was one that had him weak in his knees and entirely in his own mind, and when it broke apart he ignored someone's loud noise (what was that?) to kiss S'del again. And again, and again, and soon enough he managed to push free. This time he didn't do it to run, or escape from his emotions - this time he grabbed S'del's arm, then hand, and pulled him along.
Decorum be damned, he had an itch that was going to be scratched.
[ and then they go off to the PRP oops ]
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Soui and White Museth
It seemed as though Orath was getting distracted which suited Museth just fine; Soui was clearly emotionally checking out of the conversation she was having with Vash and such a thing would allow the pair to leave without being rude. The tiny white understood that her rider had priorities and questions to be asked, questions that couldn't be handled if they just stayed here in idle chatter. Not that she felt making connections was something beneath her, oh no, but she felt it was her duty to ensure that Soui got what she needed. The white had chosen her for that reason after all, since it had seemed no one else would have ever had her best interests at heart. Hearts. Hmm, whichever.
Why not go over and properly say hello? Museth's tone was suggesting but not forceful, though there was no real room to say she was asking a question. I would hate for you to think you needed stay with us when your sister is calling. We can speak together again soon, I promise. Looking up towards Soui, she pressed a bit harder. I know you want to speak and be social, but we should go and find out. I'm sure she won't mind if you say sorry.
There was no need to say anything twice, and Soui's eyes watered for a moment before she bowed to Vash. "I'm...really sorry, I want to talk to you more, but I really, really need to go see R'mor and find something out and we can talk later and you can be mad at me but." She didn't let herself finish that sentence, instead straightening up (Museth was holding on for dear life, not that she would ever say) and sweeping away towards where she'd seen the Western leader.
He was surrounded by a group of people but that didn't stop her, nor would it have even if her emotions weren't on the most amazing freefall ever thanks to the high of Impression. "R'mor?" She called out to the man as she approached, doing her best not to squeeze Museth tight as though she were an inanimate doll. "Do you know if my cousi - er, if Tsuyat and Yudueth are here? I...can't seem to find them." Soui's tone was full of a sad and hopeful pleading, and her heart thudded against her ribs with the terror of getting an answer she already knew.
Uta for s'del (which goes to the PRP ohohoh) and then r'mor! Kyrieko museth and soui will make this up to you, i promise
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 7:38 pm
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Plate just loaded down with the best foods he could find at the feast, because what were feasts for if not enjoying the people and food from all about the Weyr?, Ri'ven was managing to shovel it all in his mouth calmly while peering about for any that he might know. It was a busy affair given how much had happened during the day, there were many new Weyrlings that he recognized from the healers that day and some candidates even that had managed to make it out despite everything. In light of what had happened they likely needed the evening, since life was about to change with their new candidatemaster when they were announced.
Distracted in eating and watching the goings on as he was, it was actually a moment before Ri'ven noticed what was going on around him. Which lead to the oddest of situations he'd been in, at least this current month. Glancing out the corner of his eye the redhead noticed a new weyrling pair that were wandering his way and nearly dropped the plate in order to catch the lad when he seemed to trip over his own feet. Feet or something else, hadn't the boy just been limping? It took him slinging the arm holding the plate out towards the nearest table and threw his meal at it, instantly forgetting all about it and simply hoping it landed. Both hands free he reached to stop the boys tumble to the ground and wound up with him smacked into the center of his chest face first, not the softest of landings but it wasn't the ground either.
"Easy there, you're..." Ri'ven trailed off as he caught sight of what was clearly a very bare embarrassment for anyone. "Hmm, well that won't do at all will it? Hold on a moment."
Gentle hands helped to straighten the boy up so he wasn't smashed into him any longer and he quickly took off the jacket about his shoulders and wrapped it around the other's smaller waist. "That should do it! No harm no foul. You all right there then?" A wide grin split his face as he placed a hand on the new weyrling's shoulder. He was just glad that he'd actually decided to wear the jacket in the first place over the shirt he was wearing. Most of the Weyr was simply lucky that he was wearing a shirt since his previous one had been soaked through. Have you just found another one?
Hush. Not at all.
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