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Post by Lauri on May 22, 2009 18:37:21 GMT -5
Stretching out every muscle in her body, Revanne groaned soundly. Her muscles were taut from a hard day at work and her hands were searing from the fresh calluses the were sprouting in ever nook and cranny on her palms. After volunteering to participate in the more difficult section that consisted of a Smith's work while their own was away, she knew it would be a long while before her body got used to this type of abuse again. Two years a hiatus was a tad too much. Sitting on the cool granules of Rhaser's shore, she watched as Anuklith skipped about in the water chasing waves, diving under, floating, and even catching a titanic fish or two amiss her mouthfuls of minnows. It was a good place to get away from it all and her weyr gave her cabin fever. Laying down supinely with her face to the dappled sky, she sighed contently. It was a midsummer's night and it was warm enough so that she felt comfortable in her white shirt and shorts. A zephyr made an entrance to lug smells from the lake on over and she inhaled them gratefully.
Getting into a sitting position, her pianist-like fingers twiddled and twirled to make a playful side braid out of the crinkling locks. Anuklith had caught a good amount of critters, and her rider thought it would be a good idea to impale them and roast over a small fire that was she would begin to make. It was more than enough for anyone who came and would let everyone get a load off and chillax. The Weyr had been much too sober for her liking.
Unfortunately, the dragons would have to hunt for themselves if they wanted to partake in the fine cuisine.
Petty little creatures. Anuklith commented with a disgusted snort as she shook the water from her hide (Revanne made sure she did not dump it on the flames with a threat of promised action) and stretched out to her full length on the outcropping surrounding the lake, wings folded and metallic neck arched regally to look like a statue. Chartreuse orbs sparkled under the ridges as she rumbled a laugh, serpentine tongue lashing out to lick at a talon or two.
"Not everything can be as great as you, haughty Gold." It seemed as if she was nursing the ego of the dragon, a thought that barreled through the window when the Junior Weyrwoman emitted a chuckle. Ignoring the murderous look that was shot at her, she continued tending to the fire until it was of a reasonable size and sufficed enough to cook the meat hanging over it.
Chuckling, Revanne draped her limp hands on bent knees, eyes watching the harmonic motion of the ripples as the freelance wisps at her southern hairline tickled the back of her neck. Even if no one did come, she was content here by herself. Actually willing to meet individuals for the greater good of the Weyr was enough of a step out of line on her own agenda, so trying something spontaneous was enough to break her niche and fill her evening.
No loss, no gain they always said!
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Post by Desert on May 27, 2009 21:42:16 GMT -5
If I'm not pestering you to bathe, you're pestering me for a middle-of-the-night swim,[/b][/color] Nazareth remarked in amused frustration. She sighed heavily, as if giving in to her rider's request only reluctantly, and stood up from her couch to allow D'zel to mount. He swung himself onto her shoulders with a huge grin spread over his face, chuckling at Naz's mock exasperation. We might as well just move down to the Bowl and build you a new weyr at the lake shore![/b][/color]
The whiterider smirked into the humid night air that blew into his face as Nazareth glided over toward the lake. "No thanks, I like my privacy."
So don't insist on a midnight swim every other night![/b][/color]
The little white touched down at the other end of Lake Rhaser to the goldpair and waded into the cool water, not waiting for Hers to divest himself of tunic and riding breeches before he dove in after her. Naz chose a spot for herself in the shallows and wallowed luxuriously; D'zel swam out a few dragonlengths into the lake and back, repeating the circuit several times until he deemed himself swum out. Nazareth had almost mired herself in sandy silt from the lake's bottom, so D'zel ordered her into deeper water so he could rinse her off. By the time he was done scrubbing the grit from his dragon's pale hide, Revanne had kindled her fire and the smells of roasting fish were permeating through the atmosphere.
Nazareth, once they noticed the goldpair, flicked her head toward Anuklith and Revanne. She wanted to say hello; they hadn't had a chance to meet the junior queenpair of Talune yet. D'zel pulled himself onto Naz's back and allowed the serpentine dragon to paddle them both over to the other end of the lake. As they approached, the white lifted her head clear of the water and uttered a soft croon. Hello Anuklith, Revanne. I'm sorry me and Mine haven't gotten a chance to introduce ourselves to you yet. I am Nazareth and Mine is D'zel -- we transferred here from Black Sands several months ago.[/b][/color] She held her head to one side, unsure how the goldpair would react to her given the recent disturbances. Do you mind if we join you?[/b][/color]
D'zel slipped off Nazareth's back and waded onto dry land; he made sure he was standing well away from Revanne before he shook himself vigorously, dog-like, to rid his body of the worst drips. Naz tilted her head to one side slightly as if to roll nonexistent eyes at her rider's performance, but D'zel was unrepentant. He didn't like walking around leaving puddles like some kind of swamp monster. As he approached the junior Weyrwoman the whiterider smiled amiably and sketched a polite half-bow. "Nice to meet you."
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Post by Lauri on May 29, 2009 22:29:20 GMT -5
Anuklith had been the first to notice the pair make their landing when they had some time ago on the far side of the lake, metallic neck arching and stretching as she eyed them suspiciously. That pale hide wasn't anything spawned from Talune's generous womb, so naturally the feral queen had been a little wary. But she couldn't help it, it was how she was. Seemingly spontaneous things in her stagnant world intrigued her, and Nazareth was just that. Forked tail snaked around her flank as the miserypair drew near finally, persimmon whirling less and less rapidly with the incessant urging from her rider. Perched on the outcroppings, the Gold trilled a soft greeting to the croon.
Hello Anuklith, Revanne. I'm sorry me and Mine haven't gotten a chance to introduce ourselves to you yet. I am Nazareth and Mine is D'zel -- we transferred here from Black Sands several months ago. Do you mind if we join you?
Not at all. Faranth knows Revanne needs to meet new people. Black Sands, huh? That was interesting and explained quite a bit.
Relaying this information to Revanne, she raised her knobbed head and rumbled in chuckles. She was starting to "like" this polite dragon!
"Nice to meet you."
The goldrider, on the other hand, had waved off the courteous bow he offered and motioned for him to sit by her side. She was still slightly unsure of how she should properly react in this type of scenario (she wasn't one for initializing conversations after all), she looked towards the food as a happy middle ground.
"It's nice to meet you too. Fish?"
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Post by Desert on Jun 1, 2009 20:32:00 GMT -5
D'zel smiled gratefully as he strolled over, taking a seat where Revanne had indicated. "Thanks," he said, accepting a steaming portion of fish. Though in his earlier years D'zel had been quite the chatterbox, after having spent considerable time in Black Sands, his tendency to babble had been all but erased; so the whiterider was content to sit by the fire in amiable quiet, not needing conversation to fill the silence. If a conversation topic were to present itself he'd take it, but until then if Revanne was comfortable without chatting, so was he.
Nazareth, through D'zel's eyes, had seen Anuklith's initially suspicious demeanor as they approached, but since the gold had warmed to their presence, Naz was put at ease. She gaped a friendly smile back at the young queen -- chronologically about the same age as she, though developmentally less mature, as Nazareth had already experienced her first Flight -- and paddled into the shallows. Naz murmured her own thanks to Anuklith as she hauled her dripping body out of the water
Like her rider, the little white was careful to stand out of range of the goldpair before shaking the water off of her silky pale hide, though the distance was still close enough for some of the stray droplets managed to hit D'zel. He wiped the splash of lakewater off his cheek, leveling a glare of faux severity on his dragon. She whistled at her own cleverness and arranged herself by D'zel's side. The whiterider reached out to admonish her with a playful tug on her whiskers, to which Naz retaliated by mouthing his arm gently.
The affectionate mock-quarrel over with, Nazareth rested her sleek head upon her paws, bristling her whiskers gratefully toward the fire's warmth to ward off the chill that a damp hide afforded her in the cool though muggy night air.
ooc; blegh. sorry for the shortness, my Muse is rebelling. TT^TT[/size]
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Post by Lauri on Jun 21, 2009 19:15:42 GMT -5
"I'm sorry if you find me boring. I'm not used to casual conversations."
She laughed quietly as she sat by the fire, the licking flames lighting her face in such a way that it made her young features seem ancient and worn like craftmaster who has lived in Tillek for much to long. Her face was much like the Hold's own wine in the eerie caresses of the fire; what was usually Benden looked as if it had soured and become bitter.
[wip]
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