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[thespork]

"Imere, if you're not going to do something useful, just go outside! I'm sure there's enough to keep you occupied."

Slightly stung that her father had no wish for her presence, Imere dutifully headed out the door. Honestly, it hadn't been her fault that the delicate nicknacks her father had been working on had crashed to the ground. She had just been following the path of a small insect that had made its way into her father's shop when she had knocked into the shelf they had been on.

But no matter. Her father was right - there was a whole wealth of interesting things to see outside, no matter how many times she had seen them before. Besides, she much preferred the fresh air to the musty smell in the shop.

She glanced over her shoulder. "Come on!" she said excitedly, to seemingly no one before heading out the door.

Once outside, and a little way aways, Imere twirled around. This was much better, no matter how interesting that insect had been. She had room to move, and could do whatever she wanted without anyone to tell her otherwise.

She stopped, and turned to the empty space beside her.

"What shall we do, Grier?" she asked. "Do you think we should check on the bird nest we found yesterday?"

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Character(s): Imere
Notes: Yes, this is a craptastic post, but I just wanted to get something out there. And yes, I gave my little Imere an imaginary friend named after a French cheese.

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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Emerald wings swept the air over Nusa Hold, atop the dragon a man perched, looking disdainfully down at the Hold. What had to be one of the most intricately colored Emeralds to hatch of Crystal Caverns, and unfortunately transfer out, rumbled softly, taunting his rider. //I'll bet you can't wait to go to the beach.//[/color] They were to meet up with the Green Mistith and her rider Tain later in the day, and both of the pair were looking foward to it. Ironic, however, that F'st had tried to lie his way out of it by saying that there was something to take them away from the Weyr today, as at the time there had been nothing at all. However, early this morning, long before F'st had been hoping to wake up, they'd been roused, and off to Nusa they went, to do a check of the land for greenery.

The Hold was well known for being, at best, troublesome, and they were the sort to spitefully let grass and shrubs grow in their Hold, just to blame the Weyr if Thread fell and seared the land there. They had never been on good terms with their Weyr, seemed to do as little as possible, tithed only a minimum, sent out small ground crews when it was needed, and held Talune Weyr in general disregard.

Having to travel out of the Weyr to preform duties that this Hold should be doing on it's own was a rather irksome thing, but then again, looking at the Emerald, he was one of the more... Intimidating dragons in the Weyr. His size for starters, standing at forty-one meters in length, he may be a bit of a runt for an Emerald, but compared to the dragons native to Talune Weyr, he was rather large, only just smaller than Varanth. His scaled chest and thighs glittered like tiny gems, pale against his darker hide. From head to tail, his was banded with dark green stripes of varying widths and lengths, and his belly the same pale shade as his scales, though not near so metalic nor brilliant. His large wings gave the air another lazy sweep, and he grumbled to himself, spotting a verdant patch of land nearly dead center of the Hold. //F'stMine, why must we do this tedious foolishness? I see no purpose to it. Let them loose their home from Thread if they are so resistent to the Weyr.//[/color] /No Ty, though I think if we were to burn that greenery they might get some form of the idea./ Ty gave a delighted rumble at the thought, his eyes whirling a deep blue-green.

When alas they had decided they'd found all the growth they would in the Weyr from above, Typhith angled downward, making a fast drop in altitude and flaring his wings, backwinging to set himself down as gently as he could, at the gates of the Hold. F'st was jolted slightly, lurching foward and then settling back to his seating. "Could you have been a little more careful?" Frowning, the pale rider shook his head, his almost white hair dancing around his head. The Emerald gave a rumble and snorted, crouching low to the ground to allow for his rider to dismount.

As F'st swung to the ground, Typhith shifted his gaze to peer about the area, taking note of several things, and letting most slide on through his mind with little interest. However, the gir who seemed to be talking to herself was an interesting one, to say the least, and he noted to F'st about her. //There is a child who speaks to no one not far, over by the little building. shall I make our prescence known to all?//[/color] Ah, of course the Emerald would want to make a scene. F'st scowled, but shrugged, it was only polite to let the Lord Holder know they were here, and if Ty felt like making a foo of himself, F'st wasn't going to stop him.

The emerald grinned wolfishly and tilted his head back, his jaws parting as he bugled a brassy greeting to all.



Word Count: 819
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: Mmm... I love my Emeralds, though I really don't count Ty as one. *chuckles and pets the mild dragon*

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[thespork]

Patiently, Imere waited for her friend's answer. Unlike her, he was slow about answering questions. Grier liked to take the time to think about things before he said them, and even when he'd thought them over he said them slow so he was sure you would understand them. Imere tried very hard to follow Grier's example, because she often found herself in situations she didn't want to be in in the first place all because she'd said something without thinking. But it was just so hard! And whenever she tried to slow down her speech, she felt stupid. And she knew she wasn't stupid, despite what other people might say about her.

Immediately her friend admonished her for thinking such thoughts and she nodded her head. Grier was right. He was always right, and she shouldn't ruin what could be a wonderful day with negativity. She smiled.

"Or if you don't want to climb so high again, we could always work on that patch of greenery we had started pulling out. Daddy hasn't the time to do it and," she added, voice dropping to almost a whisper lest someone else hear her, "it isn't right that it's there. We shouldn't make the dragonmen work so hard."

But she never got the chance to hear Grier's reply. A loud dragon bugle came out of no where and she jumped, startled by it. Then came the chaos. Several people came running out all at once and Imere ducked behind a big tree to avoid them, just in case someone would think that she had brought the trouble. Because why else would the dragon be here, if not to admonish the Hold over something?

Then her eyes widened as her father came out and bellowed. He was no one important to the Hold, yet he was a respected member of the community, and people tended to listen to him when he said something. Like now. Immediately people just stopped wherever they were, and went off to the side while he walked up to the dragon and his rider, though he stopped a respectful distance away.

"Welcome, Emeraldrider!" he called out with a bow. "My apologies for the previous greeting. Is there anything I can help you with?"

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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F'st gave a low growl at the dragon as he gritetd his teeth, knowing all too well what was about to happen. As soon as Typhith's brassy voice died out the Hold seemed to errupt in chaos. People seemed to spill from every crevice they could to stare at the Emerald, and it gratted on F'st's nerves until he was ready to scream. Thankfully, or maybe not, a man strode foward, seeming to take charge of the situation with some air of authority. Well, if nothing else that seemed to settle the temperment of the Hold some. Who this man was, neither Typhith nor F'st knew, but he seemed to at least have some control around.

//He is talking to you, MineOwn. Surely you don't think that I would answer?//[/color] Appalled by the very thought, the emerald snorted and turned himself, padding off to observe from a more restful area. It was true that he'd caused the stir, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. Also, having some space to himself allowed for the dragon to peer curiously at the girl, who'd hid herself when the rush of people had commenced. Why was that, he wondered absently. Frowning, he curved his sinewous neck to get a better angle, and to keep F'st in his sight as well.

F'st watched the Emerald go before speaking, as he'd needed the time to decide just what to say, as well as restrain from uttering a string of oathes at the dragon for abandoning him. When he saw no choice but to adress the man, he sighed, and spoke. "We came to see if Nusa was keeping up with it's duties in the area of greenery. Unfortunately, it is obvious from the air that it seems this Hold is trying to grow a forest for the Weyr to protect." His voice was resentful, obvious that he had no desire to be here, and would much rather not be in such a crowd, his stormy eyes darting about at the many faces warily. He hated crowds, hated people, hated (for the moment) Ty. Why, oh why, did that Emerald have to do such things? F'st would almost rather the dragon maul him on a regular basis, at least it would give him an excuse to remain in his weyr alone most of the time, but this?

Ty rumbled softly from his distance, reading the thoughts of F'st absently while his gaze lingered on the girl of interest. Curiously, he gave a low croon, to see her reaction, or if she would even hear it. Not that he was exactly close to her currect place, but he was an odd beast, undoubtably.


Word Count: 555
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: *pokes at muse hopefully* She's being rather snarky right now, sorry.

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[thespork]

There were any number of things Morskeli could have said to the Emeraldrider on the state of the greenery around the Hold, but he discarded them all. It was never good to make an enemy of a dragonrider, no matter how much you might have disagreed with their policies. Besides, when things came down to it, they were Pern's only hope for survival against Thread. Without a dragon's protection, you were dead for certain.

Morskeli sighed, noting the slightly antagonistic tone the rider's voice had. "What would you have us do, dragon man? With things the way we are, us working folk have no time to devote to de-shrubbing the land. And the green, well, it'd be a mighty shame to stifle the growth of something that has the freedom to do so."

He remembered the happier days of the Hold when there had been enough time left to the day, and you'd had enough energy, that you could spend it clearing the fields of the growing things. Children's laughter rang through the halls, and people had worked side by side for the good of the Hold and Weyr.

But now, the Weyr had been pushed out of that equation, no thanks to the Lord Holder's greediness. Sometimes, Morskeli wondered if they shouldn't just overthrow the current Lord Holder, and put someone else in that position. But with no one else who would be willing to accept the job, chaos would reign. And that wouldn't be good either.

Imere's eyes widened as she heard what the dragonrider said to her father. Had she somehow summoned the man with her thoughts? She had heard that dragons and their riders spoke to each other, and that sometimes the dragon could hear its rider's thoughts without the rider wanting him to, but did that apply to a non-rider?

"We're in trouble now," she whispered to Grier, and tried to make herself smaller. Because if that was the case, if she had somehow summoned the rider, then surely that would come up during the conversation and then her father would find her and punish her.

Grier tried to talk her out of such thoughts. It was ridiculous, he said, to think that you could summon a dragon with just your thought. A dragon wouldn't be able to hear you from so far away. They must have already been by the Hold, even before you thought about the greenery.

"But," she protested, "how would they even know how to come here if not - "

She stopped abruptly as she heard a soft, crooning sound. Sometimes Grier made such noises when she was distressed, but she wasn't distressed now. She gave him a curious glance.

"Was that you?" she asked him.

Grier said no.

"Well then who could it have been?" she wondered, looking around curiously.

Until she came face to face with a dragon. Granted, he wasn't in her immediate position, but he was definitely staring at her. She froze.

Word Count: 526
Characters: Morskeli, Imere, Grier
Notes: Snarky muses are cool. It's the fickle ones who aren't.

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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F'st had to draw a slow, calming breath into his lungs before speaking again, for he was sorely tempted to simply swing on the man for the impudence of seeming not to mind the green in the Hold. Was he daft? Didn't he know the teaching ballads? Once he was sure, for the most part, his temper was under control, he scowled, his brow furrowing and his lips turning down. "If Nusa is so pleased with it's current state, then perhaps it would like to stand out durring a Fall and protect itself with the pathetic flamethrowers, while the dragonriders can keep their hides safe back home. I see no need to risk the life of my dragon to protect the Hold if you lot can't manage a little weeding now and then." Alright, so maybe he didn't have the hold on his temper he thought he did, but at least he wasn't trying to kill the man, and only speaking, though his words were terse and snappish.

Typhith smirked slightly, rather pleased that his soft vocals had been noticed. Tilting his head to one side, he crooned again, softly and enticingly, to the girl, trying to call her over so he could get a better look. One thought that evaded his mind was his appearance, for while he was generally a very mild beast, his temperment steady and fairly stoic, he was an intimidating creature, and though Talune was not known for agressive, dangerous dragons, Emeralds were not native to Talune. The dragon's neck stretched as he leaned his head closer to the girl, trying for th life of him to look at her good and hard without getting up from his spot.



Word Count: 373
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: Yeah, but not by much.

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[thespork]

"Did I say we were pleased with the way things were?"

The words were out of his mouth before he had the chance to word them in a less antagonistic way. It seemed to him that the Emeraldrider had already come here prejudiced against the Hold. If that was the case, he might as well end the conversation now. There was no way the rider was going to be reasonable. Morskeli sighed again, and hoped he didn't look as old as he felt. Besides, it really wasn't his fault the Hold was like this. He had done his part, and had kept up with pruning the grassy areas near his plot. But the Lord Holder had put a stop to that.

Morskeli shuddered lightly at the rider's threat. No, he had no desire to be outside during Threadfall with no protection other than a flamethrower. He had already done that once in his lifetime, thank you very much, and had no wish to be in such a situation again. But the threat did serve to show just how serious the rider was.

He took a deep breath. "My apologies. What I meant to say was that yelling at us would do you no good. We've all tried to maintain the land accordingly, but we really have no time right now. I'm sure you've had such a day where it was nothing but work work work and at the end you were too tired to do anything other than flop down on your bed." He cocked his head to the side. "Maybe you ought to take it up with our illustrious Lord Holder?"

If there was anyone who could do something about such an abuse of power, it would be a dragon rider, Morskeli was sure of it.

Imere remained frozen, hoping that maybe if she stood still for long enough, the dragon would think she wasn't there and would go away. But she had no such luck. Dragons were certainly smarter than that, even if their short term memory wasn't the best. Like hers, in a way. She wondered that she had something in common with a dragon.

Unlike Imere, who would have preferred to remain invisible, Grier was curious about the dragon and started nudging her to go to him and check him out. She knew she would lose this argument (her friend was very convincing), but that didn't mean she had to do everything he said. Imere remained in place, but reluctantly stretched out her hand towards the dragon's muzzle.

"H - hello?" she said quietly.

Word Count: 444
Characters: Morskeli, Imere, Grier
Notes: Methinks that Nusa's Lord Holder is turning into Fax.

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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F'st closed his eyes, trying very, very hard to think of a 'peaceful' way to handle this, and act as a good representative of the Weyr. What would Varanth and D'ron do? For a moment, this thought amused him, as the Onyx would likely have been highly insulted and lost his temper with them and- Ah! /Ty, ask the watchdragon to bring you some firestone, if you would. I have an idea to help this Hold out, and to remind them of the power of a dragon./ While he waited as the Emerald asked the Green stationed at the Hold, and the littler dragon merrily brought a few chunks of the phospherous stone to him, F'st looked about. "I've got a solution, for the time being. Typhith will flame the green from this Hold, but from here out it will be left to you all. Typhith has frestone already, and is chewing as we speak."

Indeed, though the Emerald was much more interested in the girl, he was busy chewing a hunk of stone, grinding it and swallowing it fdown to his second stomach, where it began to churn in preparation of flame. Pausing mid-way to look at the gril, and stretch out again, close enough now that his breath would wash over her, he rumbled softly in amusement, still pondering just who she kept talking to. While he was thinking she might make a good candidate, the thought of a crazy rider was impossible, and if it proved she were just that, he'd have to forget aout her. With a sigh, he finished the stone, rising and strolling over to F'st with a final, backwards glance at the girl, his tail twitching, and giving his head a small jerk, as if telling her to come along. As soon as he was done with this little chore, he'd take some time to investigate for himself, and possible bring F'st into it as well. //All of it?//[/color] He spoke to F'st calmly, looking disdainfully at the verdant patches. /Yes Ty, all of it./ "Stand back, all of you, I'll not take responsibility for any of you deciding to try and get close to the flaming dragon." Even as he spoke, he took a few steps back, effectively clearing the area around which he stood, for none wanted to be closer to the dragon than his rider stood.

With a roll of his eyes, Ty's jaw's parted and tongues of flames spilled forth, taking to the closest patch of grass and charring it to ash, before the dragon moved on, slowly but thoroughly searign away any trace of green, and nothing more. Years of training, for he was no young beast with not a clue to the world, anmd had been taught well how to aim and to use his flame wisely. Once neither the Emerald nor F'st could find another blade of grass of a green leaf on a shrud, the dragon turned and padded back to the girl, now determined to learn something about her.

While Typhith strolled off, oddly attracted to the little girl, F'st nodded slightly, his stormy, keen eyes turning back to the man who'd taken charge of the Hold for the moment. Where was the Lord of Nusa? "That should make your jobs easier, anything that grows now will be young and have shallow roots, send out a few of the kids to pull the new growth up." Again, he had to curse his luck at being sent here, and looked for Typhith, hoping that they would be able to leave finally. To his suprise, when he spotted the emerald, the beast was looking down at a girl, and seemed more than a little interested. "Who is that?" H spoke aloud, though it was, originally, more to himself.



Word Count: 741
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: Teehee!

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[thespork]

Morskeli's eyes widened as the rider's solution sunk in. He couldn't be serious, could he? Have his dragon flame everything, with all these people here? Shaffit, but the Lord Holder would be furious when he found out! And he certainly didn't want to be the one who would have to explain things. Not that he was the sort of man who bowed to anyone's will, but this was his Lord Holder he was talking about, a man equally unwise to make an enemy of. And he'd already tried the man's patience.

But right now, at this moment, it was more important to obey the rider.

"Stand back, all of you!" he repeated, reinforcing the rider's instructions, and himself retreating to a safe distance. He certainly had no desire to be the victim of a dragon's burn. He'd heard stories, and none of them were pleasant.

An organized sort of chaos erupted as people scrambled to comply with the orders, and by the time the dragon started to flame, the last person had cleared the area. Morskeli watched, half sad, half relieved as the last of the greenery was burned away.

Smart enough to know that being near a dragon while he was flaming, Imere stayed behind, wide-eyed until the deed was done. They should have thought of this before! A dragon could clear away the shrubs and other flora that had grown much quicker than any human could ever hope to. She nodded in a satisfied sort of way. Now things would be much easier. Nothing would grow for a while at least, and when it did, it wouldn't take a lot of effort to pull it out.

Only when the dragon's flame died did she dare step out, though her steps were hesitant because she didn't quite want to face her father. What would he say when he found out that she had summoned the dragon? No matter what Grier said, he couldn't disabuse her of the notion. But just to be safe, because it wouldn't do for the both of them to get in trouble, she told him to stay behind.

Just when Morskeli thought things couldn't get any worse, they did. He suddenly noticed Imere, who was advancing toward the dragon, and blanched. What was she doing here? Hadn't he told her to...

Maybe it was a good thing she had decided to stick close to his shop. He didn't want to think what could have happened had she been anywhere else when the dragon had flamed.

"My sincere apologies, dragon man. That is only my daughter," he said. He swallowed, then his eyes narrowed. "Imere, get back here! What were you thinking?"

Imere stopped in her tracks as her father called her, and looked back and forth between him and her dragon.

"But... but the dragon. He said..." she stuttered, mortified.

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

Ty's head swung round as the girl was called by the man that was her father, his eyes narrowing in immediate dislike, for the Emerald wanted a chance to inspect this child, and he'd just had it, yet before he'd been able to make use, the man was calling her off. He struggled for a moment to repress his displeasure, and as soon as it was under control, he stalked foward, low to the ground and almost dangerous in his behavior as muscles rippled under his striped his, his scales hissing over one another as his chest and thighs moved. As he drew once more to his rider, and so tot he man who was proving to be a bother, he let a low growl spill from his maw, glaring down at the man disdainfully. //Mine, if anyone dares disturb thegirl again, I shall personally feast on their flesh. I've not eaten in a sevenday, and it would be no large jump from wherry to man.//

While most of the time it was hard to think of Typhith as an Emerald, for his temperment placed him much like a Brown, moments like these were apt to make F'st's blood run cold, for her knew his beast meant wehat he said.

/Easy now, I'll take care of it, but you must first tell me why she's of interest to you./ F'st looked at the small Emerald, though by many standards he was still a large dragon, curiously, hoping not only for an answer, but a chance to shift the dragon's mind away from any violence.

Ty seemed to think for a moment, settling his bulk to the ground delicately as he did, and his gaze shifted to the girl, losing much of the danger and impending threat that lurked in them. He had no desire to frighten her, he wanted just the opposite. He wanted the girl to come closer to him so he could see her properly, and get a good feel for her. The nagging thought that perhaps she could stand on Talune sands as a candidate was only just starting to bloom fully, for Typhith was no searchdragon by nature or habit. However, this girl was giving him an odd feeling, one he wasn't familiar with, and bringing up such thoughts. Surely that must mean she was destined to come with him to TaluneWeyr, to stand and Impress a dragon, right? But if he was wrong, F'st would tell him so, he would let the Emerlad know for sure that he and his color were not meant to be searchdragons, that it should be left to the majority of Blues and few others who were bred for it. Sighing, he looked back to his lifemate, and blinked, dropping his head to the ground and resting it on his paws. //I wish to search her, and I think she may well be a good candidate for Linnelyth's next clutch.//[/color]

F'st nodded slightly, and turned to face the man, for as of yet he knew not his name, sternly. "Typhith wishes to see the girl at close range. Would you mind? He'll not harm her, my word as a dragonrider." Before waiting for the man to answer, he looked to the rather befuddled seeming Imere and beckoned her over with his hand, and called out to her. "Come on over here, Imere. My dragon seems to like you." Ty snorted softly, so as not to make much of a disturbance, but reminded F'st that like was a bit of an understatement.


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Word Count: 704
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: *killmaulhackstab muse*


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[thespork]

They were serious, then, weren't they? Morskeli tensed as the dragon stalked forward, ready to defend himself if need be, even though he knew the futility of such an action. If a dragon wanted you fatally injured or dead, it would happen and there was nothing you could do about it. Part of him wondered how things could have deteriorated so quickly. Hadn't he done his utmost to treat the Emeraldrider with the respect due him? Did they not understand that he was only trying to protect his daughter, and not insult them? But then... Morskeli wasn't certain that they would understand. Dragonriders didn't have the same sense of family that the rest of Pern did.

"Typhith wishes to see the girl at close range. Would you mind? He'll not harm her, my word as a dragonrider."

"It's only too bad a dragonrider's word doesn't mean much in this Hold these days," Morskeli said softly, then sighed in resignation. It wasn't as if he had much of a choice anyway. The dragon might not harm Imere, but if he didn't let the dragon inspect her, he would be the one harmed. And that would do no one good.

But... why was the dragon interested in his daughter in the first place? It was highly unusual for one to take interest in a Holder girl unless they were out on Search, and as far as he knew, this pair wasn't on Search. Unless they had just used the greenery as a cover, which he wouldn't put past this pair. And besides. Kind, loving soul though his Imere was, she was utterly unsuitable for a dragon. What dragon would Impress someone who had an imaginary friend?

He turned his eyes heavenward. Faranth help him, but he knew he was going to regret this. Morskeli looked at his daughter, who hadn't moved a muscle, even though the rider had already called her.

"Go on then," he told her. "Do as he says, Imere. It doesn't do to keep a dragon man waiting."

Though the rider had beckoned her forth without waiting for her father's permission, Imere still remained in place, waiting to see what her father would do. She had been horrified by the exchange, more on her own father's part than anything the rider had said or done. She glanced to her side to seek reassurance from Grier, then realized that she had sent him off. Actually, some part of her was glad that he wasn't here to see this.

And even when her father gave his agreement to the rider's order, she came forward hesitantly. Because really now, none of this made sense. Just exactly why was the dragon interested in her? The rider had said she wouldn't be hurt, but... but what if they planned on kidnapping her? That wouldn't be very nice, and she would miss her family too much.

Then something else the rider had said hit home, and her steps became more assured. The dragon liked her! No dragon's rider would say something like unless it was true. So it must be true! And why would a dragon say it liked you, only to do something bad? As far as Imere knew, dragons didn't act like that.

Finally, she closed the distance between herself and the Emerald, and just stood there, suddenly unsure of what to do.

Word Count: 600
Characters: Morskeli, Imere
Notes: -perks up- Why did you just kill your muse? I wanna know!

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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F'st bit his tongue, choosing to remain silent and let the minor insult slide. The word of a dragonman, in the eyes of the Weyr, still held great value, but it was Nusa that seemed to have the problem. As the man had oblidged and called the girl over as well, the rider had no cause to correct him.

Ty crooned, offering reassurance tot he girl as she tenetively came closer. There were some dragons who, when they took a liking to another person, would speak to the human, but Typhith was not one of those. No, he was rare to speak to even another dragon, only F'st could count on a conversation from the beast. However, with this girl close enough for him to get a good look at ehr, he did so, taking all angles to look her over, walking in a small circle around her, and finally bringing his muzzle close, inhaling lightly to catch her scent. Hmm...

F'st watched, wondering just what the Emerald was doing all of this for. If indeed he wished to Search her, then what did her small matter? With a sigh, he let it go, knowing too well that any arguement might ruin the Emerald's good mood. He was startled though, by Typhith's unexpected words. //She will make a good candidate. We should bring her to the Weyr. Tell the man, he should be honored that his child is to stand on Talune sands to Impress of our Opal queen.//[/color] Lazily, he blinked, looking away from all the humans present and scanning the skies. He was eager to be off, to go to the beach to meet with the lovely Mistith.

F'st shook his head, and looked at the man for a long moment somberly. Obviously he wa protective of his daughter, so this may not be an easy task. "Sir... Would you be terribly opposed if I were to say that Typhith has decided to Search this girl, Imere?" He looked at the man calmly, not letting his gaze flicker as he wanted to. "I assure you we had no intent of this happening, in fact given the choice we would not have come to Nusa at all, but we had the luck of the draw to come check for vegetation." He lifted his hands almost helplessly and groaned, knowing for sure he was bound to have caused trouble that he didn't want to deal with.

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Word Count: 506
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: She's being horribly mean about posts right now. *scowls*

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[thespork]

Imere stood very still as the Emerald inspected her, not wanting to do anything that might break his concentration. She now felt certain that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her, but she didn't want to give the opportunity for anything to happen. It was a strange feeling, this. It was almost as if the dragon was looking through her and not just at her. But perhaps the strangest thing of all about this whole deal was the sniffing part. She hadn't heard of a dragon needing to sniff anyone, for any reason, and she wondered that this did. Imere glanced questioningly at the rider. Maybe he knew something? Not that he had to, but the dragon hadn't said a word to her this whole time. Surely he must have told his rider something of his reasons.

"Sir... Would you be terribly opposed if I were to say that Typhith has decided to Search this girl, Imere?"

The rest of the sentence was lost to her as inwardly, she exploded in a bundle of emotion. Most were good - excitement, happiness... but there was also the uncertainty, slight fear, and knowledge that she would miss everyone here terribly. Grier would come along with her for certain if her father let her go, but somehow she knew it wouldn't be the same.

Her father would let her go, wouldn't he? He couldn't prevent her from going, could he? A knot formed in her stomach as she waited for his response, and she clenched her fists.

Yes, Morskeli definitely regretted his decision. He didn't allow himself to relax the entire time the dragon was close to his daughter, and almost put a stop to it when the Emerald had brought his muzzle close until he realized that he was only... sniffing her?
Morskeli had never heard of such a thing. Why would he need to smell his daughter? Evidently, Imere was thinking the same thing because he saw her look quizzically at the rider.

"Sir... Would you be terribly opposed if I were to say that Typhith has decided to Search this girl, Imere? "I assure you we had no intent of this happening, in fact given the choice we would not have come to Nusa at all, but we had the luck of the draw to come check for vegetation."

Morskeli's breath caught as his worst fear was realized. It didn't matter that they hadn't come to intentionally Search someone out, but the fact was that they did, and that someone was his daughter. Why Imere? There were plenty of other children who were surely more suitable for the honor.

He shook his head lightly, and tried not to look directly at his daughter's hopeful face.

"What would you say if I said no?"

Word Count: 490
Characters: Morkeli, Imere
Notes: I think your muse is affecting mine, then.

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.


.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

F'st held up his hands, palms out, fingers spread. "Me? Nothing. It isn't me who wants her for Talune. The one you have to mind is him, and well..." F'st looked at the runty Emerald for a moment, turning his head over his shoulder to see him. The Emerald gave a low trill, innocence flashing in his blue-green eyes. Now, of all times, the dragon was making an effort to look passive and peaceful. What a pain. Turning back to the man, he shook his head. "I canot make you do anything, nor can Typhith, or even the Weyr. However, judging by the look on your daughter's face..." Again he trailed off, his stormy gray pools shifting to look at the girl. Ah, she wanted to go, he could read that much even if she was unsure. After all, what child didn't dream of a dragon comming for them one day to carry them off to the Weyr, where they would Impress to a dragon of their own!

Ty rumbled his laughter, he would take this girl with them, even if her father was against it, for he was sure now that she was destined to be a Talune rider. She was no fool, for she'd kept her distance from him as he flamed the vegetation of the Hold, but she was not fearful, standing still as he moved about her and even inhaled her scent. His tail gave a twitch, the very tip of it, and he rustled his wings impatiently, letting his intense gaze settle on the man. While no hue but blues and greens whirled in his eyes, it could be unsettling for a beast of his size, runt to his color though he was, to look at one unflinching, to stare calmly at another. While he was unhappy for this hold-up, for this rather unexpected happening, he was pleased with himself, for having the chance to Search someone. He would add to the population of the Weyr, if not by breeding by finding someone to bond to a future dragon. A chance he would not let slide by. //Ask if the girl wants to go, get her to speak her mind.// F'st gave a nod, and while Typhith kept his focus on the man, F'st looked at the girl. "Imere, what do you want? Stay here as a part of Nusa Hold, or come to the Weyr with hopes of Impressing a dragon. Mind you, never will an emerald hatch from Talune, he's of a different Weyr, but you may ride a Silver, or perhaps a Red, someday." He said this as objetively as he could, ensuring that she wouldn't be drawn to the Weyr by hopes of bonding to something like Ty, but letting her know of some of the options that might choose her. He made neither option sound glamorous, nor did he make either seem lesser. It would be her choice to make, and he'd not influence her in any way.




Word Count: 605
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: For that I apologize. *slaps muse silly* No bothering others! Just behave.

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Morskeli very nearly rolled his eyes at the Emerald's actions. They really were the same, weren't they? Dragons and children were both eager to get into whatever mischief they could, yet still tried to look like sweetness and light whenever you tried to pin it on them.

"I canot make you do anything, nor can Typhith, or even the Weyr. However, judging by the look on your daughter's face..."

He wished the rider hadn't brought that up. His daughter might wish it now, yes, but would she stick with it? What would happen the first time someone bullied her, and she couldn't run to her parents? How would she deal with sleeping away from home for the very first time? Imere was only thirteen Turns, and hadn't spent a night away from close family. Would she want to come running home the moment something bad happened? That wasn't something a dragonrider would do, and though it would pain him, he knew he would refuse her. She would have to stick it out.

But, he would wait to see what Imere said. In the end, it really was her decision.

"Imere, what do you want? Stay here as a part of Nusa Hold, or come to the Weyr with hopes of Impressing a dragon. Mind you, never will an emerald hatch from Talune, he's of a different Weyr, but you may ride a Silver, or perhaps a Red, someday."

Did the rider honestly think that she thought she might Impress an Emerald like himself? It didn't matter to her what dragon she Impressed - just the fact that she was being given the opportunity to go to the Weyr was enough! She would get to meet all sorts of interesting new people, and have new adventures. Imere liked Nusa hold well enough (when she could ignore the bad things going on) but the Weyr held a certain appeal to it.

"I want to go."

Morskeli wasn't really all that surprised when his daughter spoke up. And at this point, he realized that he was only fighting the inevitable. At least he still had his three other children, even if this one had decided to fly the coop.

He ran a hand through his hair, and hoped he didn't look as old as he felt.

"Well, dragon man," he said, with a nod in Imere's direction. "There's your answer."

Word Count: 430
Characters: Morskeli, Imere
Notes: Whee! So it's not as short as I thought it would be.
Heehee... silly muses.