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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 2:38 pm
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Iafri had been up early, as always, preferring to start her day in the quieter, cooler hours of the morning before the sun rose. She could make the walk from her hut on the beach to the Weyr proper to get a bite of something to eat before there was any kind of crowd, even if later she'd be eating breakfast with her wing as was expected; she tended not to eat much then, especially since the wings had been shuffled around, and she wasn't comfortable with the new assortment of people yet. Any sort of social shifts like that took her a long and awkward time to adjust to. She was sure they were all very nice or good people in their own ways, but she worried terribly about whether or not she actually belonged, or if any of them liked her, or just thought her a bother, or this, or that... Her days were mostly a series of worries that her dragon was forever doing her best to soothe, and making slow progress on quieting them as much as possible, but they were too deeply ingrained to silence overnight, or even after four Turns. It was often two steps forward and one back.
And today, it turned out, was going to be one of those days. She'd been making her way through the corridors to head back outside when the gold went up, and somewhere between there and where she was going, the Flight had gotten ahold of her to the extent that it - that someone - had seemed like a good idea. A barely-awake Girofleth had gently encouraged this notion, as it was particularly bold of Hers to not simply flee from the feeling, and then had turned in her wallow and gone back to sleep, uninterested in Killakeeth and her choice: goldflights were often violent, and she didn't care to pick at the leftovers once all was said and done.
It was reaching into afternoon when Iafri woke, and bless Faranth, it was at least in her own weyr. Even then, a heap of post-Flight regret hit her immediately and hard, which, to be honest, had been inevitable, as anxious as she was about even clothed interactions with strangers. And this was definitely a stranger. Oh, dear. She stayed safely mostly-covered and as still as possible, loathe to disturb the man whose name she didn't know, but fretted at the sheet with her fingers as she waited.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 5:32 pm
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Goldflights weren’t much different than greenflights to him—one just gave a better excuse to find someone and go at it like animals, along with some false hope about everything else afterwards. Also, a feast. All the trumpeting and roars outside had made it impossible to sleep through, but it wasn’t Nikal’s original intention to find a partner when he got out of bed and dressed. Instead, he had grabbed a bottle of wine, which had taken months of marks and chore swapping to accumulate enough to get for himself, and was keen on finding a secluded spot to wait it out and take a cup or three.
Up until he was jostled by some eager Pernese on their way to finding their weyrmates, or ******** buddies, or whatever had them crowing like the dragons above. After shouting a few choice curses at them for nearly dropping his bottle, he happened to notice a mouse looking woman watching nearby. On a whim that only flightlust could really tempt, he made a sharp gesture at her with the bottle, either an invitation or a blunt order, and that was that.
Drinking and venting seemed a better idea together than just one or the other.
Nikal snored lightly. It was maybe the only time his face wasn’t marred by a frown, where he looked like a remotely decent human being because his mouth didn’t open to shatter the illusion. He might have kept sleeping but something, either his dream or maybe just the angle of sunlight, drudged his consciousness slowly back up.
His first thought went to that bottle, and he drowsily leaned over the side of the bed to look for it. When his finger slipped over the glass container and caused it to roll away a few inches too far, he sighed and relaxed against the pillow for a few moments. It didn’t look like he had drank more than a third of it, but it had a decent percentage. He could still feel the liquid coating on his brain, blunting everything with a pleasant buzz.
Turning, Nikal eyed the rider with a half-lidded gaze. She didn’t seem familiar, which was for the best. Maybe he wouldn’t get recognized in return.
“What,” he half said, half muttered. She looked like she might flee the bed or hide.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 5:52 pm
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On second thought, maybe being in her own weyr wasn't actually for the best, not when if they'd ended up somewhere else, she would have at least had the option of slinking off. While she couldn't bring to mind any complaints about anything that had happened during the Flight, the after was...a struggle. Without the outside help of the flightlust, there was nothing to conveniently banish the worries that were so numerous they kept each other from even being fully-formed Just there, a background noise of internal panic that spiked when he moved, and again when he spoke.
Girofleth, at least, was awake and ever-attentive, and offered her a soothing wave of reassurance. It helped, in a small way, though Iafri still blinked wide-eyed at the man and ducked her head in apology. "S-sorry. Just...still waking up."
She was, if anything, quite awake and on high alert, but....a white lie was much better than anything even resembling the truth in this instance (and in any instance where the truth could be considered even the least bit bothersome). She lay there awkwardly for a moment longer before rolling to the side herself, glancing to see if any of her clothes were anywhere within reach.
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2019 9:24 am
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"Ia-Iafri," she answered guiltily, twisting her fingers together and continuing to stare down, "Of green Girofleth." As to whether she was new, well, her manner and the sparse state of her weyr, with little more than the provided basics in view, certainly supported that notion, but... "No, not really. "We've been here for more than t-two Turns now?"
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2019 12:38 am
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Two turns...Was that how long he had been here now, too? In an effort to keep forgetting, Nikal took another drink before forcing himself to put the bottle down...in his lap. Not being attached to his lips was close enough.
“Never heard’ve you,” he said. Nikal could already feel the names slipping out of his head, floating on top of the wine into disparate letters. “I’m Nikal. If you care.”
He could have just left it at that, but you know what? A green for a green. Why not. He tugged on the connection with Phalanges, and the little goblin poofed into the sea of sheets with a squawk. This wasn’t food! This was The Worst! She scratched at the offending layers until he pulled her up by the tail with a snort.
“Phalanges,” Nikal said by way of introduction before dropping the flit on his shoulder.
Phalanges looked annoyed to be summoned on false pretenses, but a quick n** at the guy’s ear got her point across. She turned to Iafri, orange-tinged eyes intent. Did she have food?
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2019 4:45 am
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Iafri really had nothing to say to the comment that he'd never heard of her; she would have been much more surprised if he had heard of her. It was a big Weyr, and she was just...who she was. She didn't expect anyone outside of her wingmates and immediate neighbors to know who she was, and even then, she would have understood if they had trouble remembering. "It's...nice to meet you, Nikal."
And she meant it, as terribly intimidating as he was. That he'd put up with her for this long, Flight or no, was very gracious of him, by her own estimation. As she tried to work out what else to say - or if she even should - the sudden squawk from the sheets gave her a start. Just a little twitch, quickly smoothed down, and when she saw that it was a flit, she actually smiled. "Oh. Hello, Phalanges."
She recognized that 'feed me or else' look, but unfortunately, had nothing to offer.
At the appearance of the little green, a trill went up from a high, mostly-empty shelf, and a blue scrabbled over the edge to swoop down and perch on the edge of the bed. He cheeped amiably at the visitor as he folded his wings, his own eyes a happy blue-green. "Th-that's Pocket."
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2019 11:21 am
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“Don’t lie,” Nikal growled in a knee-jerk reaction. Whether Iafri was being pathetically sincere or just fake kind, he didn’t want to hear beastshit like anyone being happy to see him. He wasn’t happy to see him.
He was, however, happy to take another rough drink, the clink of the glass against his teeth audible.
Phalanges wasn’t happy to share with another flit, already annoyed by the utter lack of food and the weird sensations coming from her bonded. Eyes turning fiery, she snapped at the incoming Pocket and puffed up her wings, giving a tiny high pitched, scratchy shriek, like nails on stone. If there was any hidden food, it was hers! HERS!!
“Quit,” Nikal groused as he moved to get off the bed and finally fetch his clothes. “Be nice or whatever.”
Phalanges scratch-cried again and flapped without taking flight, but she did look more pouty than ready to strike now. Why was she even here? Did she get to bite someone again?
(Nikal said no, unfortunately, no n****e nipping. He almost got in trouble last time.)
Fiiiine. Phalanges began to crawl towards Iafri for her own inspection, only slightly less moody than her human.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2019 10:41 am
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"Okay," Iafri yielded, shrinking in on herself a little further. "It was nice to...to spend time with you, though." Faranth help her, she really was trying, for all that she seemed able to do little more than dig herself a deeper hole.
The unhappy, loud reaction of his flit to hers startled a squeak out of her, and she reached reflexively towards her blue out of concern, though he was nowhere near close enough for her to do anything. Pocket was caught so off guard by the violence of the other flit's response that when he recoiled, he tumbled right back over the edge and onto the floor. He sat there in stunned silence for a few seconds before he crawled to safety under the bed, creeling in despair. No friend...
Iafri sent him soothing thoughts, but he continued to murmur sadly to himself, the sounds muffled by his chosen hiding spot. With Pocket safe, more or less, she relaxed - or sat back, anyway - and watched the green as she approached. The movement from Nikal as he left the bed to get dresses drew her eyes for a moment, but they quickly returned to the testy firelizard.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 10:01 am
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Pocket's muttering quieted at the territorial vocalization from Phalanges - perhaps if he was silent, the angry green would forget about him, so the blue just backed himself up against the wall in his safe little haven and stared out. His tail twitched nervously as he watched what little he could see from under the bed, which waa mostly just Nikal's feet.
The anxiety humming across her bond with Pocket didn't help Iafri's nerves, to say the least. She watched Phalanges with some concern, but made no effort to keep the flit from her lap. After an outburst like that, it seemed unwise to deny her if she wanted something, and Iafri really was fond of the little creatures, even if some of them could be temperamental. Still, while she offered a small smile, she didn't presume to pet her, as she did value her fingers.
"Outside, in her wallow," she answered. "She didn't...go up after the Flight like some do." Girofleth rose maybe once a Turn, and was quite particular when she did.
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