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Post by Zara on Oct 18, 2011 0:55:19 GMT -5
Iirla smiled at the little chick. She probably would have liked something shiny… Not that Iirla had anything shiny to give her… but perhaps later. There were plenty of things around here. Ama squawked in protest. How could Hers think that little fluff ball was pretty or cute or… or WHATEVER! She chittered and chattered and made quite the fuss, but even before Iirla could deal with it, Izanycorth had turned, standing to her feet again and forced the little bug to hush. That was the only real perk… There are certain perks to beinga queen, I guess… she said privately, quietly, to Iirla. But… She still rather be able to go explore… cause mischief. Have fun.
“Huntyres are certainly something else… I can’t wait to see what a beauty your little one turns into as an adult…” she smiled slightly. “Well… I suppose Izanycorth would as well if I had gotten one… she hardly tolerates Ama as it is most of the time.” She sighed. “I suppose that is the trouble with having pets and dragons?” She looked at Izanycorth who just shook her head slightly. Hers really didn’t seem to get it, she supposed.
Aantara smiled. “A rather handsome Istan Man at that…” she looked at him appreciatively. “But I would have thought that with a gold, you would be more likely to flirt with a Bronze rider…” Her voice was jeering, intimidating. “Thank you,” she said, taking the piece he offered before it was withdrawn. She looked back to where Sularth was and made a slight clicking sound, at which Rammos and Viia ran right up to her and stood on either side of her. Viia was not in the greatest shape right now…. Not after having seven kittens. She seemed to have ignored what he said for the most part… Wasn’t a surprise at this point. She was feeling rather… malicious at this point. That was the entire reason for her visit, though… she should probably consider the garnet…
Iirla sighed and looked at Aantara. “I’m just having a conversation with a nice man, alright Aantara. What is your problem anyways?” Iirla was looking at the woman with narrowed eyes. She was a pain. She and her dragoness seemed to despise all authority… Though, usually they hid it well… But, she seemed to have picked Iirla as a particular target. She and Sularth liked to play off Izanycorth’s temperament… it made Iirla rather angry… Of course it did. Because it upset Izanycorth.
Iirla noticed Vl’kan stiffen and his demeanor change, but she didn’t say anything… not now. It wasn’t right to bring it up. Especially in front of this woman who would likely just use it against him later. No. Best keep quiet.
Sularth gave a draconic laugh. Dearie, ever considered getting your eyes looked at? Those are not rodents. They are felines. They are Mine’s pets and rodent catchers. The rather southern bell green looked him over. He was handsome, but he was a sub-king. Hrmph. They never took honest notice of a fighter like her. One who would save their tails time and time again. He’d see. Tell me, what’s a big ol’ bad Garnet like you talking to a good-for-nothing Queen? She ain’t going to be saving your tail anytime soon, suga’. That’s what the fighters are around for. There was a poisonous undertone to her words. She wasn’t speaking privately either… She dind’t care to. She wanted Izanycorth to hear every word.
Silence yourself, brainless green bug. Izanycorth gave a growl and turned her nose away and upward. She, however, would much rather become upset. She didn’t even force her will on the other dragoness. She didn’t like controlling others… But… maybe…
Of course, your majesty. Of course you don’t even look like a gold! You’re far to green dearie. Are you sure you’re not just like me? Her teasing tone was enough to make Izanycorth hiss, rising and biting at the green. I AM GOLD YOU FOOL! she roared at her, forcing her will on the other dragoness who cringed slightly. She was so foolish this stupid green! Hmph. Maybe SHE should be the first to meet Thormyth’s claws.
Aantara frowned. “Sularth dear, are you being a pain in the butt again towards your royal siblings?” she asked her in what sounded to be an overly patient and motherly tone. “You know better. Especially with a sub-king around.”
The green did not reply, instead giving a low hiss of displeasure. The little green who had shouted her feelings for all to hear on her hatchling day did not take kindly to being silenced.
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Post by Zero on Nov 12, 2011 0:00:08 GMT -5
’Good-for-nothing?’ Thormyth huffed at the meager statement. Was that meant to be an insult? The Garnet snaked his way past His’ frame as he moved to get a closer look at this, somewhat, brazen creature. In fact we were just discussing how some creatures are much better seen rather then heard and the best ways to deal with mentioned nuisance. His thoughts ended in an audible hiss as his jaws parted in a silent snarl. Did this female not know her place?
The crimson dragon tilted his head somewhat as he observed the on-goings of their little group with feinted interest. It was clear he was growing bored with the whole ordeal and growing a little more then agitated with the whole thing, after all the attention was no longer where it should have been; on him. His lips twitched in the beginnings of a snarl. However, before the full act could be unleashed Izanycorth’s little outburst cut the air and drew the garnets scarlet stained gaze. Thormyth watched in delight as the boisterous little green soon shrank away from the young Queen and her snapped command.
Speak so highly yet you crumple so easily. A letdown, I must say. Thormyth hissed in mild displeasure at the young greens display. True she should never have thrown herself into their conversation like that but, the way he saw it, if you’re going to start off with your head high and chest out then don’t end with your tail between your legs.
Vl’kan eyed the two women as they seemed to go back and forth for a bit. It was clear the two had a past or at least knew each other on some level to strike up such volatile reactions within the other so quickly. The Istan shook his head slightly. He felt like he was intruding on their conversation; out of place. Yet, at the same time a familiar sensation gripped his senses and he was rewarded with quick flashes of past Gathers spent walking in the shadow of his ironfisted father.
A scowl was beginning to grow on the young Lords previously calm exterior. The flashback was not a memorable nor pleasurable one, it reminded him why he had left in the first place. At that moment Thormyth snapped his head up, his usually red streaked gaze was steadily shifting from green to orange/red as he felt the rush of heavy emotions flood across their mind-link. Should I put and end to these who are causing you such distress, Vl’kanMine? Thormyth snaked his body around His and circled his tail around the mans legs as a low hiss parted his jaws, directed at everyone present. No…no, I’ll be fine, you’re not ending anyone today. It was just a bad memory, it’ll pass…
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Post by Zara on Nov 12, 2011 2:54:08 GMT -5
Thormyth darling... Allow me... She stood, untwining herself and walked toward the girl, jaws agape. Listen Sularth's rider. You are interupting Mine, me, Thormyth's and Thormyth's. I suggest if you do not want me to eat you myself... that you, Sularth, take yours and your vermin and depart. Leave us alone. Her growl was feral. sHe lifted her head high, her fangs bared. This person was not going to ruin this! Not at all! She would not have it!
Iirla frowned. "Go, Aantara. Or either a Garnet or a Gold is going to rip either you or your dragon apart."
Izanycorth stood, her tail flicking in the air, her eyes whirling red in irritation and anger.
"Vl'kan...?" Iirla asked softly, turning to him, a hand gently reached out to him. "Are you alright... I'm sorry about that..." She looked rather abashed, though she did her best not to let such emotions show. She looked at Thromyth and at Iz. Aantara already had Sularth pushing her forward and away. She was obviously irritated and angry.
Iirla sighed and looked down. She had really been liking him. Had he really just ruined it all? Was everything ruined?
Don't worry about it, Lamine... It will work out fine. She sat and wrapped her arm around her feet. She sniffed. That green is one of those I would love to see pay... And her rider... Disrespectful at the least. She hissed softly.
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Post by Zero on Nov 13, 2011 21:59:13 GMT -5
Thormyth lifted his chin slightly as his head hovered near His’ shoulder and eyed the Queen Izanycorth, basically, asked him to ‘stand down’ while she took care of things. His lip curled in a silent growl at the thought. As if someone, other then His, could so casually think of ordering him around. Perhaps he had given her the illusion that he was far too obedient like his garnetbrother Braymoth when they first met. Hmm..He’d have to fix that then. Easy Thor… The garnet was snapped out his brooding line of thought by his riders quick words.
Vl’kan had been watching Aantara’s actions closely as she gathered her companions to leave. So closely in fact that he didn’t notice Iirla reach for his arm so naturally he flinched lightly from the sudden contact. Turning his head, the young Lord fixed her with a sheepish smile. “Don’t worry about it, I-I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not as though you can control the actions of others..” Given the chance I would have, easily. Thormyth shook his head and growled as he carefully watched the others take their leave.
Vl’kan reassuringly thumped the large dragonet still curled around him, mentally urging him to relax and settle for the time being. Letting his green eyes wander back to Iirla, his smile faltered slightly as he noticed her pervious lighthearted demeanor seemed to have vanished as well. The once again nervous seeming Istan man ran a quick hand through his hair as he thought about departing and leaving her to continue enjoying the Gather on her own. As it was clear to him that his presence was making it an unpleasant experience.
Ah but he couldn’t just leave her though. “What do you say we go for a walk and covertly dodge any others we come across? Something tells me those two won’t be so reserved the next time an interruption like that happens…” Flashing her a small smile, Vl’kan nervously offered her his hand to help her up if she was in fact interested in taking him up on his offer.
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Post by Zara on Nov 14, 2011 0:13:34 GMT -5
Forgive me Thormyth. I do not mean to order you around in any way. She looked at him, though she still held her head high. She had to look like a queen, after all. But the self-conscious feelings were always there. They infuriated her. They made her angry. She loathed being a queen. She loathed her power. And in turn... she loathed more than that.
The feelings rolling off of her bonded made Iirla nervous, but she tried not to let it show. "No... I can't. I'm sorry all the same, though... I was really enjoying spending time with you until she decided to come up and ruin it..." She sighed. She had not had much fun as of late to begin with. What with how many extra lessons and all there were these days. She was a Weyrling who was also a queen rider. It wasn't easy. She patted Izanycorth who wrapped her neck around her rider briefly as a means of comforting her. "Thank you Izanycorth...." The gold rumbled softly then sat back up straight. She was a small gold, but she was still going to be amongst the biggest dragons of the Weyr... It was already starting to show as well.
Izanycorth was more than confident in her position. She was gold. Even if he wanted to hurt her... he would only bring death upon himself if he so tried. She knew it. He should know it. But... she liked him anyways. Maybe because he was different than other males. He almost seemed to channel her anger and inner demons.
Iirla smiled warmly at him and took his hand. "That sounds wonderful, Vl'kan. I bet your right... Thormyth and Izanycorth will likely tear any more offenders apart..." She winced slightly at her words, but then smiled. "Let's have fun anyways though..." Her smile flashed bright and warm again.
Izanycorth snorted. They deserve as much.
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Post by Zero on Nov 14, 2011 20:49:34 GMT -5
Ah so she was apologizing to him. Good good. That's the way it should be. Everything was once again right in the world. I need no apology, Izanycorth. He turned to regard her briefly. She might have expected a snarl or swipe from him but not today. Oh no, you never look predictable in front of anyone, always keep them guessing. Afterall, he was the great Istan Garnet.
So he hadn’t been the one to screw this meeting up after all. Vl’kan released the breath he had unconsciously been holding as he came to realize this. His smile even grew more confident and stronger as she took his hand and he quickly helped her to her feet. There, that was better. Both back on their feet with a much calmer air between the little group and…now what? Ah shards… He mentally kicked himself. He had the girl back on her feet, she seemed happy again what goes next?! Anxiously he shifted from one foot to the other as he quickly tried to think of what one would normally, naturally, do in this situation.
Well he had suggested a walk. Yes and walk we shall! ..till I think of something.. Talking to yourself, Vl’kanMine? Really I don’t understand why your so cautious around others. Rider, Queen or not, they can never judge you. If anyone dares then they’d have to answer to me.. Thormyth rumbled lowly and roughly butted the man with his shoulder, sending Vl’kan staggering a few feet to the left as they walked. Thormyth knew why he had chosen this one on the day of his hatching. He knew this one had great potential hidden under the clouds of doubt and uncertainty. It would just take some time to get His to realize this.
As they walked, Vl’kan shifted the straps of the bag he had on his shoulders, completely oblivious to his garnets thoughts. He remembered however the partially complete future portrait of Thormyth nestled safely within the confines of the bag and wondered if that would be a good topic to further their conversation. “So do you have any pastimes? A trade or hobby that kept you entertained before you became a gold rider?” Yes, that should work nicely….or so he hoped anyways.
Meanwhile Starfire cheeped and wiggled from her spot in the crook of the TallOnes arm. She thought they were all being quite ridiculous really. Although she was happy to have seen those little furry things leave with the GreenOne. She wasn’t sure why, she just knew she didn’t like the look they were giving her.
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Post by Zara on Nov 14, 2011 22:30:24 GMT -5
She looked at him seriously. She didn't feel any need to apologize truthfully... but she liked the Garnet. She wasn't going to ruin that. And Hers rather liked His. Which was more reason not to ruin it. Instead she stood and watched the two of them interact. As you say. That was all she said. She did her best not to let herself anticipate too much. She looked at Ama and Impressed her will on her again, having the flitter come from where she was harassing a vendor to sit on her back between her wings. Oi. She hated this thing. Now where was that annoying self-centered blue by name of Trivol. She snapped at him as she noticed he was starting to chitter at Thormyth, sending him flying. Stupid blue bug. she muttered, broadcasting for any and all nearby. She didn't care who heard.
Iirla smiled and giggled slightly as Thormyth pushed him. "I think we're both lucky to have the dragons we do..." Her voice was soft and somewhat reminiscent.
She was quiet for a moment. "I was born into beastcrafting... but... When my parents died, we were left with my uncle who couldn't care for us... We were all sold. I was bought by a Lord Holder to care for his children... I got sick a lot... I didn't really do a whole lot of beastcrafting after that, but I still remember some..." She bit her lip. She had hated being a slave. It was hard. She had been suffered more than once for any minor infraction... and yet... she had enjoyed raising the children, teaching them and looking after them.
She didn't say anymore for the moment then shook it off with a slight sigh. "What about you Vl'kan?" Her voice was light and soft, meant for his ears alone, and of course the two dragons who walked with them and their pets. Trivol was sulking at being told what to do and Ama was smug just because he was upset. Although, typically, she would be sulking too.
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Post by Zero on Nov 15, 2011 18:07:39 GMT -5
The young Garnet hissed as the little blue flit chittered and buzzed around his head, sending Thormyth a flury of random images. The male huffed and snapped his jaws close to where the blue hovered, receiving a surprised squeek in return before the little ‘lizard dashed to Izanycorth’s side. An almost draconic chuckle rumbled from his chest as his eyes spun with delight at the little creatures moment of terror. As amusing as those little creatures could be, he still hoped that His would never dream of adding another to their little group. As far as he was concerned the little fuzz that they somehow adopted, was more then enough.
As they strolled through the Gather Vl’kan began to feel a little more at ease. Absentmindedly stroking the young huntyre chick nestled in the crook of his arm he glanced her way when she began speaking about her past. His smile faltered slightly however when her pervious light hearted tone began to fade as she mentioned her life before Impression. Could he comment on her former life? What was there for him to say that wouldn’t come across coldhearted? After all he himself was the son of the current Istan Lord Holder. True his father was a dimglow in Vl’kan’s eyes but would she view him in the same light?
He mentally kicked himself as he thought this over, hardly noticing that she hadn’t waited for him to reply before inquiring as to his own hobby of choice. Subconsciously Vl’kan ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to chase away the never ending running commentary of his subconscious. “Me? Ah, well it’s not as interesting as the beastcraft I’m sure. My mother was Ista’s MasterHarper before she died so she taught me and my brother everything she could when we were young. I never really got into the singing, teaching, or storytelling aspect..” Which was probably apparent by his mild awkwardness and lack of self-confidence. “But I loved drawing and painting so they kind of stuck over the turns…” The young Lord shrugged lightly as he finished speaking. It might not seem like much to others, most didn’t have the patience or the eye for his little hobby, but it was his and he loved it all the same. Now whether she would she would see it that way, well…he’d just have to wait and see now wouldn’t he?
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Post by Zara on Nov 24, 2011 3:25:17 GMT -5
Iirla grinned. "I think that sounds splendid, Vl'kan. I'd love to see some of your drawing some time." She smiled warmly at him again, immediately cheered by the idea of some drawings. Good or not. She loved seeing what Harpers could do in the way of drawing. It was a skill she didn't have, but would love to gain. Though she doubted she would have the time or ability to learn.
"The closest I think that I, personally, have ever come to any kind of... real hobby of late is humming and singing teaching ballads to myself..." She laughed slightly and rubbed the back of her neck. "I'm not any good as a singer, but still..." She was opening herself up to him... was that smart or safe? She hoped so... He was opening up to her somewhat, wasn't he?
Izanycorth seemed to sigh. Things had not gone as she had wished them to. She had enjoyed her time with Thormyth... but... she still wasn't entirely sure of what to make of him. Well... that was probably part of what she liked about him.
She crooned softly to her her rider, loving and sweet to her. She smiled at her dragoness and placed a hand on her pale gold shoulder. She still had so much growing to do. So much more than just physical growing.
Ama gave a small chitter and curled herself around Iirla's neck while Trivol stuck his head out of the pouch with her marks. Which was far from large and held very few if any marks, but the little blue was only a baby, and thus still small enough to fit into it... though he was stretching it quite a bit. She had almost forgotten he was there... He had just woken up...
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Post by Zero on Nov 25, 2011 0:40:38 GMT -5
“Ah, well..” He stumbled over his words at first when she happily announced the fact that she would love to see what his creative streak has put to parchment. Well he sure managed to back himself to a corner on that one. Oh his mind was screaming at him now. Why did he have to go and open his big mouth? Why didn’t he just say he read or something equally as boring? Sighing Vl’kan nervously ruffled his hair and glanced to Thormyth as if trying to find a little help from his feisty companion. However the garnet simply chuckled and kept up his veil of silence. The Istan sighed once again, his shoulders dropping slightly in defeat, as he realized that he was on his own this time.
“Well most of my work is back home but I do have something with me that I’m still working on…” By now he had stopped walking along the main path everyone else was on and led Iirla off to the side a ways if she followed. It was a move that could have been mistaken for foul play but Vl’kan was merely making sure that only her eyes were going to see what he had to show her without the chance of some random passerby making a sly comment that would set him off. Sliding the backpack style bag off his shoulders the young Lord transferred his young huntyre from his arm to Thor’s head, much to her delight of course. “Don’t eat her.” Thormyth huffed and sat down in an almost childish manner. So he was back to not eating the fuzz ball and he had to put up with her constant chatter? Well it just wasn’t fair.
Reaching into the bag, Vl’kan gently let his fingers rummage around for what he was looking for. Pushing the leather case that held all his tools to the bottom, he wrapped his hand around a spherical container and tenderly pulled it from the dark confines of the bag. Holding the tube protectively against his chest, Vl’kan glanced sideways at her, frowning softly as he still toyed with the idea of showing her. “Well, it’s not done yet.. Umm, I’m still working on it so it may look a little strange..” Swallowing the nerves and the impulse to quickly change the topic, he carefully pulled the roll of parchment from its case and slowly unrolled it so she could actually see the splash of colors.
Starfire fluffed herself up so she looked like a fuzz pincushion as she sat atop the young dragons head. Oh but when the art was revealed she nearly lost it in a fit of excitement. A series of excited chirps and whistles sounded from the young huntyre as she ‘spoke’ to her BigRed. He was in a painting in all his amazing glory! Oh this was just grand! She wiggled her wings and hopped excitedly in place unsure, though not really caring, why her BigRed wasn’t sharing in her excitement.
“It’s ah.. It’s going to be Thormyth, when he’s bigger of course, in a burning forest, with lightning in the background…” He shuffled from one foot to the other as he held up the painting for her to see and when he felt enough was enough, he quickly rolled it back up and made it disappear into his bag once more. He breathed a sigh of relief as the piece of work was safely tucked away again. There was going to be no more of that today. “So you’re teaching yourself some ballads? That’s quite a feat, for anyone really, but especially for someone who’s had no harper training…” He paused and seemed to think this over and idly toyed with one of the straps to his bag before glancing her way once more. “I’m sure you’re a great singer though.” Vl’kan met her eyes and mustered up the best smile he could before he looked back to his bag and started to rearrange the contents so he could wear it comfortable on his back once again.
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Post by Zara on Nov 25, 2011 2:30:46 GMT -5
Iirla followed him, not thinking much of it in the least. She tried to not find any of this awkward. She tried not to look impatient either as, honest, he did not have to show her. He could have told her didn't want to and it wouldn't ahve bothered her.
Iirla took in the painting for as long as he showed it, truly amazed by his ability if she were to be entirely honest. "It looks amazing, Vl'kan. I'm sure it will be simply fantastic when you finish. And Thormyth is a wonderful subject!" She smiled warmly at him. "Thank you for showing me." Her voice was gentle and as she gave him a smile.
"Um.... I'm not that good a singer. It's just... something I picked up when I had to try to teach and work with the children... then I kept working at it. It's kind of fun..." She blushed a little. She wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to show him what she meant... if he asked maybe, but truly.... She wasn't going to otherwise.
Ama cheeped slightly at the painting before her put it away. She looked at it curiously. She gave a slight croon for a moment. She wasn't sure what to make of it in her own mind, but she sent interested feelings to Hers and at... well... all gethered there. They were questioning, curious, as she seemed to send and image of the painting with a giant sized Thormyth standing in front of it to Vl'kan with a slight question.
((Sorry it's lame... ^^'; ))
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Post by Zero on Nov 26, 2011 0:09:08 GMT -5
“Thank you but it’s not that great really.“ A shrug rolled off his shoulders as he spoke, but as one of her little flitters sent him a flurry of images his expression changed from nervous and embarrassed to that of mild confusion. Well of course the little ’lizards might not understand the meaning of the picture. Frowning Vl’kan scratched at the stubble along his chin and thought best on how to explain it to the young flit. Truthfully there was no rationalization behind it. It was just an idea that had stuck him one day that he put to paper. “It’s not real. I’d never leave Thormyth in a flame engulfed forest. Just an idea is all.”
The Istan shrugged, feeling a little silly at speaking directly to Iirla’s pet but technically she had asked him. What kind of person would he be if he didn’t respond? Smiling gently at the young flit, Vl’kan let his gaze drift back to Iirla and he mustered a half shrug as if to say ’she did ask after all’.
Honestly he was half expecting her to bust out in a solo and show him what she was made of. Would he ask it of her though? No, not a chance. He wouldn’t dream of calling her out in public like that. “Oh really now, you don’t have to sing if you don’t want..especially in the midst of a Gather. I’d hate to put you on the spot like that.” Another light shrug was given before he scooped the little huntyre back off Thormyth’s head. Much to her dismay of course and she cried piteously at being separated from her friend once more. Thormyth, however, seemed to breath a sigh of relief once the red fuzz was removed from his head, all her jumping around was beginning to give him quite the headache.
Vl’kan sighed and dug into his jacket pocket, revealing a bit of shiny metal. It was part of a sharpening tool used to keep his drawing tools well maintained but this one had long since dulled out and needed to be replaced anyways. Starfire didn’t care what it was, as soon as the little shiny came into her sights she squeaked and lurched at it. It was hers! “There now…that should keep everyone happy for a little bit at least…”
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