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Post by Zirin on Nov 24, 2011 9:05:49 GMT -5
{Takes place a few days after the lesson}
Do you want me to come with you? Syphraelth asked from his ledge, worry obvious in his deep voice. J'degar looked up at the brown sadly from where he was making his way across the Weyrbowl on a quick walk. No, it should be fine. I doubt anyone here is willing to follow through with the death threats. He sighed and entered the dining cavern, glad it was mostly deserted at this hour of night, save for a few wherhandlers and the like.
Scooping up a lukewarm mug of klah, he found a place off to the edge of the room, figuring no one would want to be close to him anyways. It was just fine by him, he was content to have a night to drink klah and mull over his thoughts.
Things were not going as smoothly as he had hoped, the weyrlings were lacking in training and discipline and some of the adults were just as bad. That pain in the butt Samara wasn't helping at all, talking as if she knew him. A comment she had made at the lesson still irked him. For all that he hated women on dragons, he never had, and never would, hate women on golds. He even had to admit to himself that only a woman could control the fierce power of a queen. Yet, queens were kept safe. They flew low and in smaller wings with wingmates that never changed, and they were often kept on the ground out of danger when their gold clutched. He had only ever wanted to keep them safe.
When had his worry turned into hatred? When had he become so unapproacheable and grouchy? He couldn't remember anymore. Taking another gulp if klah he let loose a long sigh and rubbed his temple with a finger, eyes closed as he continued to think.
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Post by Zara on Nov 25, 2011 0:53:08 GMT -5
There was a splash of klah into a cup as her glass was filled. Oh how she loathed this. Nothing was going well. Southern Weyrleader or not... these southerners made her blood positively boil. But... Well. She was going to have to deal with in in another way for now... Or she was going to have to try to. Her eyes fell on the brown rider from earlier and she felt a deep irritated feeling starting in her gut... but she sighed anyways and walked over to him, motioning to one of the candidates who were working there, asking for another cup of klah. She smiled, taking it and walked over to the man. "Here, Brownrider," she said softly, sitting down and placing the cup of klah down beside his other nad taking a sip of her own cup.
She didn't speak. She didn't say a word. She just sat and tried not to look at him. Why she was here... Because she felt she owed him an apology. One that was just at the edge of her lips, but didn't quite make it past that point. That was it. She sighed. She couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to. She felt like she should just leave the man in peace, quite honestly.
Mine, you should come back to the room and rest. We have work to do too... Well that wasn't entirely true in some respects.... though she did have a lot she wanted to accomplish this evening in what free time she had.
((Sorry it's so short..))
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Post by Zirin on Nov 25, 2011 1:08:52 GMT -5
The sudden sound of a feminine voice shocked him out of his reverie, and he blinked up stupidly at the intruder for a moment, wondering who in their right mind was approaching him. He wasn’t an idiot, he was well aware that he had made just about every woman in the Weyr his enemy within moments of arriving. He raised an eyebrow as she offered him a cup, glancing at his own almost empty mug before eyeing the new one thoughtfully.
“Thank you, Queenling.” He couldn’t bring himself to use proper rank, even with his traditional mindset. This girl may ride a gold, but she had not yet learned what it meant to be a goldrider, and until she did, he couldn’t bring himself to show her proper respect, though he still dipped his head to show that he at least acknowledged who she was.
“This isn’t going to kill me is it?” His voice held a hint of sarcasm as he spoke. He smiled ruefully as he lifted the mug to his lips, smelling the drink with a deep sigh. The taste of klah here at Trelis was a bit different than the Southern brand he had grown up with, but klah was klah; shame there was no way he could add some fellis to this new mug. Normally he wouldn’t have even accepted it, not trusting anything he didn’t get himself, but did it really matter? He could very well die here anyways, might as well be while enjoying a good mug of klah. He took a sip, relishing the warmth as it travelled down his throat.
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Post by Zara on Nov 25, 2011 2:07:58 GMT -5
She didn't say anything. She didn't rise. She just looked at him, a small smile making her lips twitch. "No, J'degar, it won't." She sighed. "Sorry... about all that." With that she stood and bowed, her cup of klah in hand as she turned to leave him. He was not someone that seemed to want company or appreciate it in any way. Besides that.. to her he just seemed to a truly unpleasant sort and he was definitely not worth the time coming to see him. She should have just waited until he showed up at their next lesson and attempted to pull him aside then.
Izanycorth crooned softly, affectionately. She was somewhat worried about hers, but Hers was strong. Hers was confident and wonderful and defiant. She crooned again. Come Mine... let us rest together. There is little point at this point.
Iirla smiled. I'm coming Iz, my darling. She sipped at her klah and kept walking. It had been a very long, very discouraging day.
Ama sat up on her shoulder while Trivol was still back in the Weyrling Barracks, probably asleep on her pillow. He was not happy that she had left him and he was not happy to be alone with the gold who did not like him.
Izanycorth was sitting, somewhat tense and not particularly glad to be alone right now, but she didn't want to say too much, though she didn't mind telling Iirla...
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Post by Zirin on Nov 25, 2011 2:39:49 GMT -5
J’degar watched her, listened to the use of his name instead of rank. He’d let it slide this time. They weren’t at lessons and no one else was really around... plus he figured commenting on it would just send her into another tizzy, and as much as he wanted to, he did have the mental health of a young gold to consider. Her apology was an outright shock however, and he was dumbfounded, truly. This nighttime version of Iirla was much calmer and more wel-behaved. This was how a proper Weyrwoman should act. He allowed himself a small grin, a simple tug at the corner of his lips as she rose, well aware she likely wouldn’t want to spend more time near him than absolutely necessary. He didn’t blame her really.
He would still call the meeting to deal with punishments for her and the other boy who had made threats, simply because of the severity of the issue, but he knew in the back of his mind the punishment would be easier. A free apology from the girl meant more than any punishment would, and now the act would be more for example than anything else.
“There’s hope for you yet, Weyrwoman,” He spoke softly as she walked away, loud enough that she would likely hear, but the tone of his voice held no animosity. He took another sip of klah as he watched her retreating form. Syphraelth, however, was not entirely pleased with his rider. There were so many things His needed to say to the girl, including his own apologies, even if the man didn’t want to. Syphraelth, considered contacting Izanycorth, but the young queen had already proven her hatred for him, and he didn’t want to chance waking up on the off chance she was sleeping.
Pardon me, My Lady… Syphraelth contacted Iirla directly, something he was sure would anger His if J’degar found out and his voice betrayed his nervousness. GarMine may not have said it... but he is sorry for causing such offense… he is just… misunderstood…
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Post by Zara on Nov 25, 2011 3:02:40 GMT -5
She stopped, blinking slightly. Was that... Yes. It was. She bit her lip and looked back over her shoulder. "I'm glad you think so, Brownrider. I hope that my use of your name does not offend. It is a habit that seems so common in Trelis..." She bowed slightly and continued again, though... she almost... wanted to talk to him a bit. He had surprised her, but she wasn't going to attempt it.
Iz... Do you hate his brown?
He is much better than his rider. But he was irritating. Izanycorth gave a huff. Tell him you don't hate him, darling. Izanycorth snorted. I know, LaMine.
Syphraelth... Mine would like me to tell you the truth. I do not hate you. I am sorry for the trouble I caused. Her words were soft as she tried to hide her self-conscious feelings which permeated her thoughts, the way she felt. She hated being a queen. She hated not being a normal queen.
Tell him thank you and that I won't expect apologies from him. Though... the way it was said and the situation was entirely misleading. It was immediately taken as a threat by most and since your arrival and the orders given by your Weyrleader and his dragon... the Weyrlings have been very upset. For several reasons. But they are not the only ones... I do not wish to see any of you come to harm. Getting carried away is a poor excuse... so I won't make it.
Izanycorth was not happy with all that was in the message, but she relayed it anyways with a soft croon. I will add my own apology as well, which you may pass on to your rider if you so wish. She didn't, in honesty, have any desire to apologize to the Rider, though right now, she felt that if Hers was, she should. But... she also was extremely self-conscious. She had been avoiding all others since the end of the lesson. She had no desire to deal with them. In fact... She felt very defeated. She didn't want to be a queen. Why did she have to be?
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Post by Zirin on Nov 26, 2011 1:48:40 GMT -5
J'degar grunted. In truth, the lack of rank used annoyed him, but he knew deep down that it was something that he wouldn't truly get until Trelis began to trust him. "I guess I'll have to get used to it." His words were mumbled into his cup, though she would likely hear if she was listening. At least for the time being, this was his home and while he didn't like some things, he knew he couldn't change everything.
Syphraelth ruffled his wings as the young queen contacted him, and he was not quite sure how to respond to her. Young Queen I am... I am honoured. His voice held a tone of surprise that Izanycorth was accepting him at all. He listened intently as she relayed the message from her rider, and he in turn passed it on to his own. Mine is smart, but not when it comes to common knowledge. His regrets the way his words were taken and I think he will learn from it. J'degar was definately amazed at how different Iirla was. Had he not seen her outburst earlier, she would have come off as a well-trained individual. Lacking a little finesse, maybe, but all in all not bad. He sent a thought to Syphraelth to pass on.
Mine has a message for Yours, young queen. He knows she does not trust him, but he offers to be there to listen if she ever needs someone to talk to. The same goes for me to you, queen Izanycorth. I may just be an outcast, but I am a good listener. Syphraelth knew that the offer had been made mostly because J'degar doubted she would ever need or want to confide in him, but if she did, he would listen. Only to her though, not to any of the other female riders.
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Post by Zara on Nov 26, 2011 17:07:13 GMT -5
Iirla looked over her shoulder with a soft smile. "Maybe so, Wingthird J'degar. Maybe so." She almost wanted to turn back and just talk to him... but that may not be the best choice ever to be made. Not with their track record... So she continued until she was out of sight in the weyrbowl. The air was cool at night, but not particularly cold in the spring here. Hmm... She was headed back to where Izanycorth was undoubtedly waiting for her.f
The idea that her speaking to him honored him was actually... almost... painful for Iz. Just another reminder she wasn't like other dragons. If she had been born a green, then things might not be so hard. SHe might have more freedom and more fun. Lorendyth was lucky and she spited her for it. And she was beautiful. Her hide was green like it was supposed to be. Why couldn't her own hide be gold like it was supposed to be? Hmph. She was odd. But... but she was gold... and... she wasn't so pleased with it, really.
Everyone has to learn... Her tone was soft and humble.
Tell him I appreciate it and that I will be sure to remember that. Tell him... that I am sorry again and that I hope that things will go better now.
Mine says... she relayed the message without question even as Iirla walked into the room and came to sit beside her.
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Post by Zirin on Dec 2, 2011 3:47:10 GMT -5
Ah, so she was done with him for the night. No matter, J’degar thought to himself sadly. He wondered if her opinion of him had changed at all. Maybe, maybe not. There wasn’t much else he could do either way. He was who he was, and he had his reasons for doing what he did. She was young, maybe in time she would learn that not everyone had a hunky-dory life of rainbows and bubbly pies. Had she experienced true loss yet? The feeling of someone so close to you disappearing forever? Hmmmm…
Syphraelth tilted his head as he listened to the young queen. Something was off… maybe it was because her tone was so much softer than it had been earlier? Mine was not ready when his time to truly learn came. He has never been the same. It was a memory farther back than the brown could actually remember. J’degar remembered though, and through his rider Syphraelth was able to remember snippets of that time. He crooned as she then relayed a message from Hers back to His, and Syphraelth was quick to pass it on to J’degar.
The wingthird rose, discarding the empty klah mug on his way out into the Weyrbowl. Syphraelth was already waiting for him and J’degar was quick to nuzzle into his side. Recalling the memory hurt. He missed her… he missed her so much. I apologize… Mine has become distraught. I must help him. Sleep well, my young queen.
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