Post by jillianna on Nov 16, 2011 12:24:50 GMT -5
G'lwein smiled at Samara. She was definitely more open since their interlude the other night, and he had to admit, he liked that little blush she had. He’d watched her for a while, a bit longer than he cared to admit. And he cared for her more than he’d admit to anyone. She’d seen his darkside, being present when his orders were given at least once or twice, and she was still this way with him. That counted for a lot.
“He’s a bit of a sexist my dear, and though I know he’s the very embodiment of everything you hate, we cannot afford to turn against each other until we know how these people are going to react to our presence here. Do what you can to stay away from him and all should be well. But if he dares to lay a finger on you, friend or not. Tell me.”
His smile died away from his eyes, leaving a cold darkness that promised dire consequences if anything happened to her. As her hand found it’s way into his again, his softness came back. They stood silently between their dragons as the situation was made more tense and unbearable by their ‘leader’s’ tactlessness.
“Be careful Samara. I’ll join you after Ar’rex concludes this foolishness of antagonizing our hosts. Someone has to attempt to hold his overzealousness back. “
With another smile and a soft kiss, he let her go back to her brown and watched them go. He and Gormyth gathered closer to Ar’rex. He wasn’t quite sure he liked the way the Weyrwoman said stressed the word ‘temporary’ before his title. Oh if she only knew how much he would be doing for her, and how against Ar’rex he really was. He was a master at his role, and never slipped up, so it would be no different than it was back at southern. Plots within plots. “So this is our new home…”
Gormyth rumbled a growl at the way Loraketh’s emphasized His’s title. He was junior weyrleader. Whether they knew it or not, G’lwein was their best bet to ensure Ar’rex didn’t go overboard with his plans to ‘fix’ trelis. He decided not to mention this to Loraketh until the time came, if indeed, it did come. If they in any way threatened his, the dragonic part he had no doubts he could handle if they went for Him. But frenath have mercy on whoever attacked His. And it wasn’t Gormyth they needed to worry about…His growl stopped in surprise when the boy strode out toward them.
–Mine…-
G’lwein’s laugh was genuine and heartfelt when he saw the kid. It was Ar’rex’s child. He had completely forgotten that the boy had been sent to Trelis. “Rayas! How ya been kiddo?” His voice was easy, he was always more of his kind self with kids. Reaching out he ruffled Rayas’s hair with a good natured grin. “It’s been too long!”
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Kelath huffed and twitched his wings irritably. Mostly because he knew Izanycorth’s was right. He may not like it, but for the wellbeing of the weyr, he could not afford to act on the aggression he felt towards every piece of southern filth that now stood in their weyrbowl. He was going to give in to her request anyway, but he chose to make it abundantly clear that the ONLY reason he was not trying to rip the offending brown’s throat out was because his queen and his weyr needed him calm.
“Fine. For my Queens and my weyr I will yield. But you will not ask me to not hate them with every ounce of my being. And should something happen you will not stop me from doing exactly what that piece of filth deserves…”
His own rumble of satisfaction seemed to echo Izanycorth’s as they thought much the same things. And that alarmed D’rian. He laid a hand on the bronze’s shoulder, not hesitant in the slightest this time. D’rian knew every emotion roiling through his partner because they were the same roaring through himself. They couldn’t afford to lose their heads here. They had to work together to take out the browns. One at a time.
“Kelath. Enough.” His voice was soft, but the command in it was clear. The first time he’d ever used that voice with his bronze and the reaction was all internal. Kelath quieted under his hand and stood taller and straighter, the very image of the king he was. Regal and proud. The very essence of calm in itself. Inside, it was like someone had hollowed D’rian completely and locked a weyrbrat inside him and they were throwing one Hell of a temper tantrum. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it would be a while before kelath was as calm as he looked. The bronze’s only comfort was the cold note in his sister’s voice.
With a quieter and more calm voice than he thought he could possess at this point, D’rian echoed Iirla in his support of her statement.
“Begging your pardon sir, but YOU are the newcomer in OUR home. Perhaps in order to make the adjustment easier, it would be more prudent for you to observe how TRELIS runs and how it has BEEN run since it’s creation.”
With that he nodded to both HIS king and their Queen and turned to Iirla once again. He was fully prepared to leave, having withstood all the stupidity of this brown rider as he could handle, but Iirla was staying, and he was a bronze rider.
“Iirla. I know I was not told to stay. But I am a bronze rider. I will if you want me to. We will. We’ve told you and Izanycorth before that if you need us we’re here. That’s just as true now as it was the other day.”
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Eulurth was pacing. His ‘lene had been crying again. He wished there were something he could do to help her take her mind off of their lost brother and His. He’d come to grips with it fairly easily. Life was unpredictable and their Opal brother had done the right thing. He was stronger than His when it came to losing people, and she had lost so many already. Her parents, siblings if she had any, now Aodfin. Every day since Braymoth’s Yufa had told her about Ad’fin’s passing, she had a moment of nothing but the music and tears.
Then… His topaz sister’s voice. Chahaturth was calling him. Calling on him to protect his sisters. His fierce growl brought lene back to her senses where she’d been curled on the couch staring into space after another tear-session.
“What is it Eulurth?”
Chahaturth calls for her protectors Mine. We need to go.
She grabbed a towel, dipping it into the cold water in her wash basin and washed her face, letting it set on the red of her eyes. When she was finished it was almost like she’d not shed a single tear. She reached over and grabbed her belt sliding the daggar to its place at her hip and climbed onto eulurth’s back. This was important. She could find more time for mourning later. D’tri and Chahaturth needed them.
“Let’s go love.”
When they arrived Jillalene stared at what she saw in confusion. No-one was fighting. No one was hurt. She slid to the ground beside her fellow weyrlings as the large blue placed himself more ahead of his royal sisters to intercept any danger to them.
We are here at your call ChahaturthSisterMine. Your Eulurth will protect you, Kayath, and IzanycorthSisterMine.”
The only things out of place Jillalene saw were two brown riders she’d never seen before. So close to their queen…Her hand found the hilt of the long dagger at her hip.
“Would someone care to tell me what in Frenath’s name is going on here?”
“He’s a bit of a sexist my dear, and though I know he’s the very embodiment of everything you hate, we cannot afford to turn against each other until we know how these people are going to react to our presence here. Do what you can to stay away from him and all should be well. But if he dares to lay a finger on you, friend or not. Tell me.”
His smile died away from his eyes, leaving a cold darkness that promised dire consequences if anything happened to her. As her hand found it’s way into his again, his softness came back. They stood silently between their dragons as the situation was made more tense and unbearable by their ‘leader’s’ tactlessness.
“Be careful Samara. I’ll join you after Ar’rex concludes this foolishness of antagonizing our hosts. Someone has to attempt to hold his overzealousness back. “
With another smile and a soft kiss, he let her go back to her brown and watched them go. He and Gormyth gathered closer to Ar’rex. He wasn’t quite sure he liked the way the Weyrwoman said stressed the word ‘temporary’ before his title. Oh if she only knew how much he would be doing for her, and how against Ar’rex he really was. He was a master at his role, and never slipped up, so it would be no different than it was back at southern. Plots within plots. “So this is our new home…”
Gormyth rumbled a growl at the way Loraketh’s emphasized His’s title. He was junior weyrleader. Whether they knew it or not, G’lwein was their best bet to ensure Ar’rex didn’t go overboard with his plans to ‘fix’ trelis. He decided not to mention this to Loraketh until the time came, if indeed, it did come. If they in any way threatened his, the dragonic part he had no doubts he could handle if they went for Him. But frenath have mercy on whoever attacked His. And it wasn’t Gormyth they needed to worry about…His growl stopped in surprise when the boy strode out toward them.
–Mine…-
G’lwein’s laugh was genuine and heartfelt when he saw the kid. It was Ar’rex’s child. He had completely forgotten that the boy had been sent to Trelis. “Rayas! How ya been kiddo?” His voice was easy, he was always more of his kind self with kids. Reaching out he ruffled Rayas’s hair with a good natured grin. “It’s been too long!”
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Kelath huffed and twitched his wings irritably. Mostly because he knew Izanycorth’s was right. He may not like it, but for the wellbeing of the weyr, he could not afford to act on the aggression he felt towards every piece of southern filth that now stood in their weyrbowl. He was going to give in to her request anyway, but he chose to make it abundantly clear that the ONLY reason he was not trying to rip the offending brown’s throat out was because his queen and his weyr needed him calm.
“Fine. For my Queens and my weyr I will yield. But you will not ask me to not hate them with every ounce of my being. And should something happen you will not stop me from doing exactly what that piece of filth deserves…”
His own rumble of satisfaction seemed to echo Izanycorth’s as they thought much the same things. And that alarmed D’rian. He laid a hand on the bronze’s shoulder, not hesitant in the slightest this time. D’rian knew every emotion roiling through his partner because they were the same roaring through himself. They couldn’t afford to lose their heads here. They had to work together to take out the browns. One at a time.
“Kelath. Enough.” His voice was soft, but the command in it was clear. The first time he’d ever used that voice with his bronze and the reaction was all internal. Kelath quieted under his hand and stood taller and straighter, the very image of the king he was. Regal and proud. The very essence of calm in itself. Inside, it was like someone had hollowed D’rian completely and locked a weyrbrat inside him and they were throwing one Hell of a temper tantrum. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it would be a while before kelath was as calm as he looked. The bronze’s only comfort was the cold note in his sister’s voice.
With a quieter and more calm voice than he thought he could possess at this point, D’rian echoed Iirla in his support of her statement.
“Begging your pardon sir, but YOU are the newcomer in OUR home. Perhaps in order to make the adjustment easier, it would be more prudent for you to observe how TRELIS runs and how it has BEEN run since it’s creation.”
With that he nodded to both HIS king and their Queen and turned to Iirla once again. He was fully prepared to leave, having withstood all the stupidity of this brown rider as he could handle, but Iirla was staying, and he was a bronze rider.
“Iirla. I know I was not told to stay. But I am a bronze rider. I will if you want me to. We will. We’ve told you and Izanycorth before that if you need us we’re here. That’s just as true now as it was the other day.”
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Eulurth was pacing. His ‘lene had been crying again. He wished there were something he could do to help her take her mind off of their lost brother and His. He’d come to grips with it fairly easily. Life was unpredictable and their Opal brother had done the right thing. He was stronger than His when it came to losing people, and she had lost so many already. Her parents, siblings if she had any, now Aodfin. Every day since Braymoth’s Yufa had told her about Ad’fin’s passing, she had a moment of nothing but the music and tears.
Then… His topaz sister’s voice. Chahaturth was calling him. Calling on him to protect his sisters. His fierce growl brought lene back to her senses where she’d been curled on the couch staring into space after another tear-session.
“What is it Eulurth?”
Chahaturth calls for her protectors Mine. We need to go.
She grabbed a towel, dipping it into the cold water in her wash basin and washed her face, letting it set on the red of her eyes. When she was finished it was almost like she’d not shed a single tear. She reached over and grabbed her belt sliding the daggar to its place at her hip and climbed onto eulurth’s back. This was important. She could find more time for mourning later. D’tri and Chahaturth needed them.
“Let’s go love.”
When they arrived Jillalene stared at what she saw in confusion. No-one was fighting. No one was hurt. She slid to the ground beside her fellow weyrlings as the large blue placed himself more ahead of his royal sisters to intercept any danger to them.
We are here at your call ChahaturthSisterMine. Your Eulurth will protect you, Kayath, and IzanycorthSisterMine.”
The only things out of place Jillalene saw were two brown riders she’d never seen before. So close to their queen…Her hand found the hilt of the long dagger at her hip.
“Would someone care to tell me what in Frenath’s name is going on here?”
