+ One (clutching)

[saidaltam]

Kalley smiled indulgently. Girls. It was adorable listening to some of them talk. Oh, not the high handed, highly-born holder ladies or the well trained, well disciplined crafter-women. He couldn't say about dragonwomen. Girls who talked like... girls, though, were delightful to listen to. They could ramble for hours sometimes, without actually saying a word, and he could just sit and listen to them talk.

Admittedly, she was saying something, and this time, specifically, something with meaning, but after a sentence or two, it degenerated into rambling.

"You are," he agreed when she recognized that. "But that's alright. I don't mind. You have a nice voice." Unlike Trevan, when Kalley bothered with a compliment, it was sincere, perhaps because he'd never had the time or patience to indulge in lavishing pretty words on women in the hopes of winning a kiss, a cuddle, or a roll, so he felt no compulsion to blush.

Kalley turned to look out at the eggs pensively, his brow furrowing. He supposed she may have a point about the lower colours. She'd look lovely on a green, with those eyes of hers, but if she was anything like she said, she probably didn't belong on one. Blue seemed to bother her every bit as much, which surprised him, and though he could see her point, he wasn't sure she was giving it a fair shot. The sight of her on a gold, though, would be lovely. Lofty, however, and he wasn't altogether sure how well he'd handle something like that, himself, but if it suited her, he was none to complain.

[maiwolf]

This felt absolutely exhilarating, him hugging her and kissing her. This was like his new high; instead of playing pranks—which was always fun, his love of Ilayria was taking him to new heights. When she kissed him back, he was delighted. No matter how selfish she thought herself to be, he thought himself selfish to take her as his own. But that was fine: he loved her. When she broke away from him it felt like a withdrawal from drugs.

But her words carried him farther; doubtless he would remember those five simple words for the rest of his life. “I love you as well.” B’oone smiled and mock saluted her, grinning childishly, and stooped to pick up his daughter. She was frowning. “Bleh! That looked like a wherry ‘sploded!” She cried, making a disgusted face. B’oone pinched her nose, “Someday your kids will think the same thing.” To which Manna replied, “Then I’ll never have kids!”

Brennanth let out a low, draconic laugh, I am coming. We shall go swim.

[/b] To Astoth he pur-rumbled, A nice clutch, my queen.[/b] Then, after nuzzling her, he strode-hopped his ungainly way (all dragons are ungainly on four legs) past the eggs, and then flew to the lake. B’oone set Manna down at the entrance to the Sands and she raced ahead, tripping once, daring B’oone to beat her. He gave the girl a small head start before running after her, growling like a feline. The girl shrieked and raced away; several weyrfolk looked at the Weyrleader in what could have been delight.

The game was on. [/blockquote]

[Femisis]

“Really? Thank you…” Cresce replied as color bloomed in her cheeks. “No one’s really said that since my bitch of a sister kept me from going to apprentice as a Harper. I was furious at the time, but I’m not so angry anymore. If she hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here as a candidate, maybe, and I probably wouldn’t have met you or your rather amusing brother.” She said while grinning at him. She didn’t like to dwell on what ifs and could have beens, especially since things were going rather well all things considered. For Faranth’s sake, she was a candidate. How could that be a bad thing?

“Just out of curiosity, where are you from? I promise not to tell if it’s a secret.” She grinned devilishly back at him before she, too, turned her attention back to the clutch, all laid and hidden from them. It was a fine clutch, hopefully full of big dragons. It was like a blessing, really, them getting the desperately needed dragons in their time of need due to the abduction of part of the last one. Those southerners were going to pay for the theft, if not now, then in the future.

[saidaltam]

"No secret," Kalley replied. "My mother moved Kirnin and I to Ruatha after our father died--drowning. Fisherfolk, you know? We were in one of the little sea holds before that. I'm... not really sure which. I wasn't very old. We grew up in Ruatha, with her new family." He sounded just a little bitter about this last, which only served to prove just how excellent his control of his voice had become. He felt horribly bitter and generally angry whenever he thought about the circumstances surrounding his childhood and the selfishly unfair (in his mind) manner in which he had been raised. However, looking out at the eggs, he was quick to shake it off. After all, he was here to impress a dragon, and that would make him above the problems of his old family. It never occurred to him that this was exactly what his mother had done.

<EDITED WITH PERMISSION>

Kalley slapped his leg suddenly and sat up straight. "But! We've got a clutch to figure out!" he said suddenly, grinning at her. "Let's get to listing, shall we?" Fishing in his back pocket, he pulled out a scrap of hide and a stick of pressed charcoal--because one never does know when one might need to take notes, after all--and began sketching out the rough locations of the eggs, then gestured for Cresce to join him, and the two quickly set about identifying which egg they anticipated would produce which color.