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Post by virenn on Apr 9, 2009 0:19:39 GMT -6
Well, class had certainly been more interesting than he would have originally thought it would be. It was only supposed to be a simple naming of the Wing, not an entire fiasco which would have resulted in his getting extra punishments. Still, letting everyone know what exactly would happen if they got into any physical relationships was worth it. No one there deserved to have their dragonet go between because of stupidity.
As he stepped into the Weyrling barracks, Onith jumped right up. Mine! Mine! How was the lesson?
What could he say to that? Onith stood around patiently, his eyes whirling in a blue-green as he awaited the answer of His. “Interesting,” he told the dragonet, smiling as he added, “in fact, it was so interesting that I get to see Weyrlingmaster Ph’in after dinner.” Well, at least he told the truth. It was interesting, and he did need to see the Weyrlingmaster, though it was going to be a far from good thing.
Oh? Onith replied blandly, suddenly seemed uninterested. Instead, he looking right into His’ eyes and stated, I’m hungry. And I itch. I would like to eat and be itched.
R’ker didn’t need to ask what Onith wanted first—the dragonet’s eyes informed the weyrling for him. Smiling, R’ker ushered Onith towards their designated feeding area, where R’ker pulled apart one of the many carcasses left out for the weyrlings in order to feed their dragonets. Dropping the carcass of the herdbeast onto the table and grabbing a knife, R’ker immediately set to work, cutting the poor animal into small pieces of meat. The smaller, the better; he didn’t need Onith choking himself.
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 9, 2009 1:13:11 GMT -6
Kirnin was stiff and just a bit irked come the end of the lesson. She wasn't accustomed to sitting for that long. She was more the "get up and do" sort, and this stationary nonsense was not comfortable for her poor spine. She just hoped their next few lessons would be more... active.
Something like Similath, perhaps.
:Mine![/color] the dragon chirped brightly when Kirnin returned, rubbing her lower back. :Mine, I itch. Did you see anything? Was it fun? Who was there? Was I the only dragon to miss it? I'm sorry I missed it, mine, but I was very, very tired. Should I try to be less tired next time? I'm hungry, Mine.:[/color]
Kirnin made faint affirmative or negative acknowledgment of the dragons cheerful string of questions as she moved to fetch the stained clothing she wore to oil and feed the hatchling. Changing swiftly, she looked the dragon over thoughtfully. Her eyes were whirling orange.
"Food, first," she declared definitively. Little Baby was about due for a meal of his own, anyhow. Gesturing for Similath to accompany her, she set out toward the communal feeding grounds the Weyrlings shared.
It was Similath who noticed the pair already there, first. :Look! He hatched with me. I remember.:[/color] The small green hastened forward, her very long wings folded in tightly to keep them out of her way, and pulled herself to a sharp stop beside the table. :Hello!:[/color] she chirruped brightly to Onith as Kirnin caught up, smiling wryly at the small dragon.
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Post by virenn on Apr 9, 2009 7:33:40 GMT -6
The weyrling had just gone back to cutting up the meat before him when he noticed Kirnin enter the room. Onith needed no other prompting other than Similath’s greeting to assault her with a series of run-on sentences. Hello, hello, are you here to be fed, too? Is Yours going to feed you as Mine does? Isn’t it great that we can eat as much meat as we want, especially since it’s such good tasting meat, though Ours have to go through a bit of trouble to cut it for us? At this, he paused to open his mouth, allowing R’ker to dump more meat into it. With His looking at him with such intensity, Onith knew that he had to chew or else he would be in trouble. Or are you here to talk? I love good company, it beats being alone, don’t you think, ‘cause being alone with no one to talk to can get really boring, if you ask me.
Listening in on Onith’s side of the conversation, R’ker wondered if Similath would manage to get a word or two in… At the rate he was talking, it almost didn’t seem possible. More concerned about having enough meat chopped up for Onith, though the dragon always waited and never complained, R’ker looked back down at the meat as he said, “What a lesson, huh?” Really, it was quite the lesson, though he wasn’t exactly happy about the outcome. Had he actually thought it out, instead of getting irritated to the point of just speaking out, or if he had raised his hand and waited for the Weyrlingmaster to call on him, he would have avoided an extra punishment.
Well, it wasn’t the punishment that he really minded—just the fact that it probably made him seem like a troublemaker who didn’t care about weyrlinghood or making sure that the wing was okay. And, really, while he would have liked to have a moment alone before he needed to go see Ph’in (though that would be a while away, really), he didn’t mind the company of Kirnin and Similath. In fact, and at this thought, he kept his eyes locked on the meat he was currently chopping, he actually liked her company.
He just had to hope that his actions in the weyrling lesson didn’t make him seem like a fool to her. By the egg, that would make him go crazy.
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 9, 2009 12:37:02 GMT -6
Kirnin smiled. "If that statement is any indication, then you are most decidedly a master of understatement," she replied mildly, moving to collect a smaller carcass for Similath. As she did, she considered the situation, and briefly the good company, before contemplating exactly what to say next.
Taking her beltknife and dicing the meat into palm sized slices, she added, "I hadn't thought of that, you know. You made a good point. I still think Ph'in was awfully harsh over it, though. I mean, seriously, if even T'van could keep his eyes mostly in his head, there's no excuse for anyone else." She offered the first few bits to Similath as she explained this, and the green was cheerfully swift to take them.
To Onith, she replied, :Mine's feeding me, too, but we can talk. I don't get to talk to mine aaaaaaall day, she goes away to silly classes and makes me nap, and I'm sooooo tired, so I do it even though I don't wanna, and then she comes back and feeds me, but I don't want her to go away 'cause it's more fun when she's around, but if I can talk to you or maybe one or two of the others then that might could be okay!:[/color] Her mindvoice was bright and chipper, and she seemed almost to be trying to get as many words in as fast as possible, just to keep up. Then again, Kirnin had also noticed that she alternated rapidly from bright and placid to cheerful and chatty, so she supposed it was probably just her babyish mindset still governing everything.
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Post by virenn on Apr 9, 2009 22:27:33 GMT -6
“It’s best not to overestimate things. I mean, you never know; Eris could have fun with the extra chores the two of us will be getting.” He smiled, since the other probably wouldn’t enjoy whatever punishment they would get—who would? “I only did what I thought was necessary, though it might have been better to let Ph’in take care of it.” When she mentioned T’van, he couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Is he that bad?”
Mine has to go to classes while I sleep as well, Onith told Similath. Since he needs to concentrate, I always have to wait for him to get back to talk, because he says it’s important to learn. I would really like to go with Mine to classes, but Mine says that it would be best for me to stay behind for now. He sounded disappointed at the end of his mini-speech, but he quickly cheered up as he said, I would love to keep you company while Ours are at class!
Onith paused and opened his mouth expectantly, since he knew that His was always swift with cutting the meat, though he would not have minded waiting for him. When a few pieces were dropped into his mouth, Onith swallowed them whole, resulting in R’ker’s exasperated, “Shards, Onith! Chew, or else you’ll choke.” He looked over at Similath, saying, “I bet she chews her food.”
Mine doesn’t like it when I don’t chew my food, Onith told the green, his voice apologetic because His was watching him again before he turned his attention back to cutting the carcass and talking to Kirnin.
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 11, 2009 10:59:21 GMT -6
"She gets a pop to the nose if she doesn't," Kirnin advised both dragons somberly, casting a disparaging eye over the green, who made a point of chewing her next few bites with a sheepish wash of affection.
Satisfied, Kirnin went back to dicing more meat up as she replied. "Trev -- T'van, sorry -- has tumbled more girls in the past turn than I wager Onith will even chase in the next four. It's ridiculous. He's fourteen." She rolled her eyes. Most people over-estimated the boy's age, of course--he was VERY tall for fourteen -- but that didn't really excuse anything. It was a joke the way he flirted with everything that moved. "Half of 'em are older than he is, too."
All of this went directly over Similath's head, so, between bites, she went back to chatting cheerfully with Onith. :I like company! That sounds fun! Maybe we can play a game or something. Mine doesn't play games very often, so most of the time, I have to nudge her and nudge her and nudge her and nudge her before she'll play with me. Do you know any good games?:[/color]
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Post by virenn on Apr 12, 2009 16:56:04 GMT -6
“Does she?” R’ker asked as he glanced down at Similath, right as she began to chew. “See, Onith? Chewing your food is good.”
He listened to Kirnin, nodding as she spoke to him. When she revealed T’van’s age, R’ker had to admit that he was taken aback. “He’s fourteen turns? Really?” He rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to remember T’van. He remembered that the boy was tall—a little taller than himself, even—so perhaps that was a factor that hid his age. Really, R’ker had thought that T’van must have been older. “Maybe they think he’s older than he really is. Appearances can really fool a person.”
Though Similath had Onith’s attention, he sent a silent message to His. What are games that you played, R’kerMine?
Games? Oh, Shards. Thinking back on it, he remembered the few games he played with the surrounding hold children. Hop-it, he replied automatically, though he knew that the dragon probably wanted to know so that he could play them. Really, what games did he know that a dragon could play?
I don’t know may good games, Onith admitted, Do you? If not, I’m sure we can think of something to play. Though I’d like to play with Mine, there isn’t much time to pay. He has classes and then I’m either sleeping or eating. I wish Mine didn’t have to go to class so we can play, but I bet that playing with you could be just as fun.
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 12, 2009 17:51:33 GMT -6
"Oh, yes," Kirnin agreed. "If you can ignore how tall he is -- his father is a giant of a man, too -- he actually doesn't look all that old, but his height makes such a difference. Him and Kalley make me feel short." She paused, considering the statement, then sighed, passing more meat down to Similath. "Shorter," she amended.
:I don't know any games, either,:[/color] Similath admitted mournfully, pausing to carefully chew through those few bites, lest she get the promised pop to the nose. :We'll think of something fun, though, won't we?:[/color] And, for the first time in a while, Similath found herself with nothing more to say. It was a distinctly daunting experience for the young hatchling.
Well, if neither of them knew any games, maybe hers did. Mildly, she asked.
'Er... hide and go find? Tag... Uh... I didn't really play many games, Similath,' Kirnin replied after a moment's thought.
:How do you play those?:[/color] Similath asked.
And, for a moment, Kirnin's eyes grew faraway as she paused to explain those simple childrens' games to her dragon.
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Post by virenn on Apr 13, 2009 18:43:18 GMT -6
“Being shorter can have advantages,” R’ker told her. “At least it’s easier to blend in with a crowd instead of towering over them.”
While R’ker was talking to Kirnin, Onith was giving him an extensive questioning of the games that he used to play when he was young; when the dragonet was finished, R’ker looked down at him with a questioning look. Was he really that bored when he went to classes? He knew the dragon must have been sleeping for a good time, and while he never got a chance to actually play with him, Onith always spoke to him for the longest time.
“I think Onith gets bored when I’m away,” R’ker said. “He’s asking me about games. Can dragons even manage to play the games children do?”
For a moment, he thought about a grown bronze attempting to hide from a bunch of children, and absolutely failing at it. The thought was just, well, not exactly amusing and not exactly ridiculous, but it made him sure that they would be unable to execute the games like children could.
Of course we’ll think of something fun. Onith told Similath. He was sure that they could and would. I mean, it may take a while, but when we think of it, it’ll be the best thing to do, and all of the others will want to join in on our fun. And then when all of them are helping us think, we’ll think of even better things to do.
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 15, 2009 16:35:37 GMT -6
"So's Similath," Kirnin replied, pausing to wipe her hands on the stomach of her already-stained shirt and fish a scrap of fabric from her pocket with which to tie her hair back. As she did so, she continued, adding, "And it's only useful blending into the crowd when that's your goal, which isn't always all that great. You don't really strike me as the blending - in sort." Tying it off, she went back to dicing up meat for the green, a small, amused smile playing over her lips.
"I figure," she added, passing the finely diced meat down to Similath's waiting maw, "that, for now, they could probably play at least some of them. Tag, or maybe hide-and-go-find -- though Sim might have an unfair advantage in that one over Onith," she added pensively, glancing at the larger hatchling.
:Mine knows games!:[/color] Similath told Onith brightly, then went right back to badgering Kirnin unnecessarily. :Howdyaplaythose?:[/color] she repeated, very nearly bouncing where she sat.
Kirnin shook her head, patting the hatchling lightly, then briefly took a moment to explain the intricacies of tag and hide-and-go-find. Intently curious, Similath canted her head, paying keen attention to the whole thing.
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Post by virenn on Apr 19, 2009 9:57:10 GMT -6
R’ker smiled, before saying, “Well, you never know when the need to blend in will arise.”
R’kerMine, Similath’s Hers knows games, Onith told him, his eyes betraying his joy, It would be alright to play while you are at classes, right? Playing with Similath and the others if they wanted to would be a lot of fun, don’t you think so, Mine?
Of course it would be fun, Onith. I want you to have fun, as long as you don’t bother anyone. We don’t need to get in trouble over something silly, right? R’ker told the bronze.
Similath and I would be careful, R’ker. A pause, before, How do you play ‘hop-it’?
Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned hop-it before he realized what Onith was hinting at when he asked His about games. “Tag and hide-and-go-find would probably be the easiest things for them to play. I mentioned hop-it to Onith before I knew why he wanted to know about games.” R’ker looked down at the dragon as he shook his head. “Hop-it might not be a good idea, though I can imagine that if they use their wings to help them jump from box to box, it might make a decent flying exercise when they're older.”
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 19, 2009 18:55:06 GMT -6
Kirnin hated displaying her ignorance, but sometimes, it arose, and she really couldn't see another immediate option. This was, frankly, such a time, and so, cocking her head to the side curiously, she passed a few more pieces of meat down to the green, who was starting to become full but still cheerfully enjoying the meal. "...Hop-it?" she asked. She'd never heard of such a game. They hadn't played any such thing when she was a child.
:Mine says tag is running around and having someone be 'it' and everyone else try to get away and the one who's 'it' try to touch one of the ones who are running and if you touch them, they have to be 'it', and don't some of the big dragons do that, too, sometimes? I think they do. That could be fun, if the big dragons still play it. She says Hide-and-go-Find means that someone is still 'it'--she never told me what 'it' means--and everyone else goes and hides, while that one counts, and then the 'it' one goes and looks for everyone who's hiding, and whomever they find first has to be 'it' and everyone comes out and the new 'it' dragon starts counting while everyone goes and hides again,:[/color] she told Onith cheerfully. :Do you think we should ask one of the other dragons to play, too?:[/color]
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Post by virenn on Apr 20, 2009 7:04:11 GMT -6
R’ker tried to ignore the curious tilt of the head that Kirnin directed to him when she asked about hop-it by keeping his eyes locked on the carcass he had been mutilating. It seemed to work for a time, though he looked over at her from the corner of his eye. “Well, hop-it is a game where you need to draw ten boxes. The set up includes the first three boxes lined up in a straight line, with boxes four and five next to each other, then box six, with seven and eight also side-by-side and finally the last two boxes in a row.” He realized that he was probably being confusing, because Onith had taken the time to glance up at him with an orange swirl in his eyes.
He shook off the confused glance that Onith shot him, since the dragonet was obviously keeping most of his attention on Similath. “You have to take some sort of marker—a stone, button, or something similar—and toss it into one of the boxes you drew. Then you hop through the boxes, while skipping the one with the marker in it.” He laughed, looking over at Kirnin with a smile. “Hopefully that wasn’t too confusing.”
At Similath’s description of the game Tag, Onith’s eyes quickly turned into an excited blue-green. Yes, she was right. The older dragons did play tag, so couldn’t they? If everyone else plays tag, then I think that we should, too! Onith concluded. Though the older dragon’s version of tag and hide-and-go-find must be much more fun, since they get to fly, don’t you think? Though I bet we could have more fun then they could, right, Similath? He paused for a second, before adding, Having the others play with us will be very exciting, and with them, we can probably think of many more games!
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 20, 2009 8:35:31 GMT -6
Kirnin contemplated R'ker's explanation thoroughly before finally nodding. Seemed rational enough. That could be a good game for the dragons to practice flying, she supposed. "No, it makes sense. We'd probably have to help them with that--I don't know if Similath could throw a button, and I highly doubt she could draw a box--but if we spaced the boxes out a bit, that might be really good for their wing muscles." Passing down another chunk of meat, partly because Similath wanted it and partly as an excuse to look away, she pursed her lips contemplatively.
The hatchling looked back up at her curiously, the hunger largely faded from her cheerful eyes, and chirruped happily, an almost flitter-like sound. :Onith said we can play games with the other dragons, too! This'll be fun, mine! Maybe the older ones will play with us, too. They play tag, too, you know. Only, I'm not really sure who's 'it' when they play. But if they play tag, it has to be fun!:[/color] Bouncing cheerfully as she said all of this, the little green turned swiftly back to Onith. :This will be fun! Can you count very high? I bet it'll be even more fun when we can fly to find places to hide and to run away from the person who's 'it'. I bet we'll be even faster then, too! Maybe some of the others know more games! I wonder what they'll think of. D'you suppose hiding and catching eachother and that sort of thing are the only kinds of games people play? Could we maybe play them together? Hide and then try to catch? Except it's the same, then, isn't it, 'cause when the 'it' person finds someone, they'll be the only person TO try to tag, unless maybe we could have all the other not-'it' people come out, too, or... Wait. I think I got confused.:[/color] The little green paused, tilting her head and trying to make sense of what she'd just said.
Meanwhile, had Kirnin been drinking when Similath had commented about the bigger dragons playing tag, she likely would have spit. As it was, she choked back a startled laugh sufficient to set her into a small coughing jag. When she recovered, she was bowed over chuckling in patent amusement. Pressing a hand to her mouth, she took a few slow, deep breaths to calm down before straightening and coughing politely. "Sorry," she said, amusement still written on every line of her face. "Similath just commented that tag must be very fun, because the bigger dragons play it, too," she explained, trying not to laugh again. She wondered how long it would be before Similath noticed that when the big dragons played, the greens were never 'it'--or noticed that there was more than one dragon who was 'it'.
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Post by virenn on Apr 20, 2009 13:47:40 GMT -6
“Though it would be considered a game to them, it would really be an exercise,” R’ker said as he slipped a few pieces of meat into Onith’s mouth. “The dragons would have fun while they practiced a bit of easy flying. You’re right in that we would probably need to prepare the game for them and help them with the stone toss, but other than that it may make a decent exercise.”
Right as Kirnin began her coughing fit, R’ker was about to ask her if she was okay, until he heard Onith’s words in response to whatever Similath had told him.
I think I can count pretty high, if you ask me! Onith waited for Similath to continue on about playing tag, until she got confused, when he piped up. By the time we can fly, I bet we’ll learn the rules that the older dragons use when they play tag! They seem to have a lot of fun, don’t you think? They also fly really fast and try really hard to catch the ones who aren’t ‘it’, too. That kind of dedication to a game must mean that it’s really exciting!
R’ker listened to Kirnin’s explanation of what Similath said, before laughing. “Onith thinks that the older dragons have special rules for their version of ‘tag’, and that they happen to be very dedicated to their game.”
Onith looked over at his before he cocked his head. But, Mine, they are dedicated to their game whenever they play tag. Looking over at Similath again, he asked, Do you think that we would be able to join the older dragons when they play tag when we grow?
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 21, 2009 10:17:03 GMT -6
Kirnin pressed the back of her hand to her mouth in an effort to subdue the chuckling fit that threatened to overtake her, again, more for Similath's sake than anything, but she nodded. "Oh, I think 'dedicated' is probably the right word for it." Smiling dryly, she shook her head and returned to slicing up meat for the small dragon.
:I hope so,:[/color] Similath told Onith, then whipped her head up to peer curiously at Kirnin. :Will we get to play with the bigger dragons, some day?:[/color] she asked Kirnin hopefully.
That brought a fresh wave of amusement to the girl, who reached down to pat Similath's head. "My dear Similath, I expect that by the time you're a turn old, the both of you will be playing tag with the bigger dragons. I don't think you'll be able to say no," she told the little green.
:I won't!? But... what if I'm very, very tired?:[/color] A flash of concern whirled through the green's eyes as she sent the piteous words to Kirnin.
"Well. Maybe if you're very, very tired," Kirnin replied reassuringly, offering a bit of meat to the dragon.
Taking it, Similath observed mildly to Onith, :I bet we'll have to nap a whole lot when we get bigger, so we don't have to miss playing tag.:[/color]
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Post by virenn on Apr 23, 2009 14:17:59 GMT -6
R’ker couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sometimes, though, ‘dedicated’ is an understatement.” After all, when some dragons participated in any flight, they always seemed so concentrated, and they always wanted to win. At this point, he glanced down at Onith, wondering what he would be like when he would chase another in flight. Would he be happy-go-lucky, or would he be serious? Well, there was no need to consider that now; the dragonet was still young, after all!
He listened to Kirnin as she addressed her green, a new smiling gracing his face. “It seems as if these two have either been bored all day, or they’ve been itching for an interesting conversation for a while.”
Onith cocked his head, momentarily confused by Similath’s words. But if we nap a lot, won’t we miss the games? he asked. He couldn’t miss the games! The other dragons would play without them if they were sleeping, after all. Or will Ours wake us up if they notice a game? He paused for a second, as he considered this. I’m sure that we’ll be up! How could anyone sleep during tag of all things, right, Similath? That would be very boring.
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 26, 2009 21:13:00 GMT -6
Kirnin chuckled, nodding. "My marks are on both," she replied with a small, dry smile. "They ARE still babies, after all. Babies have notoriously short attention spans, and they tend to be very needy of contact and interaction." She spoke with a sort of casual, backhanded authority, like one might expect of a healer or a mother, which was highly entertaining in light of the fact that she was neither.
Pausing, she looked down at Similath. "Full, yet?" she asked the green.
:Was I empty, Mine?:[/color] she asked, looking faintly confused.
"Of food," Kirnin clarified.
:Oh. Uhm... A little,:[/color] she replied pensively. Brightly, she added to Onith, :Oh, no, we won't miss any games. The naps are so that we can be awake for the games!:[/color] Her mindvoice was warm and chipper as she said this, and she could be seen positively bouncing with excitement.
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