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Post by Lyrikitty on Dec 11, 2008 21:24:04 GMT -5
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::. [/color] Typhtih warbled softly, pleased and proud of himself, his head lifting as his neck arched regally. Shifting his weight from one foreleg to the other, he gave a wolfish grin, his maw gaping, his eyes whirling his delight. Ah, so he'd made this a successful Search! Now all that was left was for her to actually Impress, and then he could claim the he had brought one of the riders in. Not that he would ever claim it, for to do so would involve him having to talk to others, but it was a nice thought, none-the-less.
F'st nodded, and looked from Imere to her father. It was obvious the man wasn't thrilled about this, even if it was an honor to be given the chance to Impress. Not that everyone considered it to be a great thing. "Well then, why don't you grab some of your belongings that you'd like to keep with you, not too much, as the Weyr can supply you with many of your needs, but perhaps a few cherished things?" Looking at Imere he spoke, wondering if indeed she had anything of value.
//It matters not, MineOwn, just hurry. Rukbat is growing higher, and I'll not have Mistith wait on me.// The Emerald spoke to him blatently, as if this were a very simple matter, an none would take offense to the inadvertant Search. //And I could keep an eye on her, or simply sweep her up and carry her away if you were to mount now.// The last was said, hopefully, as a joke, though it was hard to tell as F'st eyed his dragon, who only licked his lips and gave a little croon.
"Well, one way or the other, Typhith is impatient. Sir, you are welcome to visit the Weyr at any time, if you wish to see your daughter, have the watchdragon of Nusa bring you, or ask it to bespeak Typhith, and I personally will come if nothing more pressing has already engaged me." He gave a small, tight smile and nodded, showing his eagerness to be off by stepping to Typhith's forearm, and vaulting the rest of the way to his neck where the rider settled in, looking down at the girl and her father with a raised brow.
Word Count: 498 Character: F'st of Typhith Notes: Alright, this one is a horrid post, I know it, my muse knows it, and everyone else now knows it, however, I owed a reply. T-T [/center] [/size][/color][/font] |
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Post by thespork on Dec 11, 2008 23:53:19 GMT -5
He was such a beautiful dragon.
That was Imere's first thought as she watched the Emerald arch his neck. The grin, however, brought home the idea that he was potentially dangerous. She always had to be mindful of the fact that at any moment he could turn around and hurt her, even if he seemed to have taken a liking to her for some reason.
"Well then, why don't you grab some of your belongings that you'd like to keep with you, not too much, as the Weyr can supply you with many of your needs, but perhaps a few cherished things?"
Imere pondered the rider's words. She didn't have that many possessions to begin with, not being someone who liked to accumulate things. There were a few trinkets, yes, but how practical would they be in a Weyr anyway? Where would she store them that she wouldn't still be constantly worrying about them? All she really needed were a couple of changes of clothes, and she was set.
And maybe a pair of shoes, she thought ruefully, looking down at her bare feet.
She realized that the rider was saying something else to her father, but she didn't pay attention to it. "I'll be back real quick!" she said, noticing that he had already mounted his dragon. She definitely didn't want to keep him waiting. Morskeli watched his daughter go with an odd expression on his face. He knew with certainty that it was going to take a long time for him to get used to not having her with him.
Well, one way or the other, Typhith is impatient. Sir, you are welcome to visit the Weyr at any time, if you wish to see your daughter, have the watchdragon of Nusa bring you, or ask it to bespeak Typhith, and I personally will come if nothing more pressing has already engaged me."
With things the way they were at the Hold, Morskeli had the feeling that he probably wouldn't have much of an opportunity to avail himself of the rider's offer. Even so, just the fact that such an offer was out there gave him some measure of comfort. Though he certainly wasn't going to miss his daughter's Hatching.
"I'll hold you to your word," he told the rider, looking directly at him. Then, before he could clamp down and say something else instead, "Might I know the name of Typhith's rider so I'll know who to blame if something happens?"
Imere came bounding back, her newly sandaled feet barely touching the ground. It really hadn't taken her very long to gather everything she needed. Her room was a neat and tidy place, despite her somewhat disorganized mind, and she always knew where everything was.
But just as she was about to go hug her father and be on her way, she remembered something.
"Grier!" she said aloud, then ran to the tree she had left him. "Come on out silly!" she said excitedly. "We're going to the Weyr!"
Deed done, she hugged her father tightly, then presented herself to the rider.
"I'm ready now." Word Count: 559 Characters: Morskeli, Imere, Grier Notes: Your post so did not suck! And yes, I know I jumped around a little, but that couldn't be helped. I couldn't really think of another way to do this. |
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Post by Lyrikitty on Dec 12, 2008 12:38:56 GMT -5
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::. [/color] Bemused, Ty made himself as low tot he ground as possible, leaning to one side slightly to make the height to his neck even less. It had been a long time sicne F'st was clumsy at mounting, and never had he had another sitting atop his back. While it was true that Tain had been permitted to stand on his head to jump into the water of Lake Rhaser, he didn't count it, for the woman was on only long enough to jump back off, diving into the water. F'st looked at the man for a moment, wondering if he was serious. Those words could be taken the wrong way, though F'st doubted this man would act on any threat, if for no reason other than having see the deadly accuracey with which Ty was able to flame. With a shrug, the rider decided no harm could come from it. "Fine. F'st, of Emerald Typhith. Might I be so honored as to know the name of Imere's father, so I know who to tell if something happens?" He looked at the man stonily, not that he tought anything would happen to the girl, but if the man was to play that game, F'st could play just as well. As the guirl announced she was ready, and Ty leaned down to make it easier for her to get on, he extended a hand, leaning down as well, so all the girl would need to do was clamber to the Emerald's foreleg, and then grab F'st's extended hand. [/color] Word Count: 347 Character: F'st of Typhith Notes: *growls* I'm sorry this is short. >< [/center][/size][/color][/font] |
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Post by thespork on Dec 13, 2008 21:40:29 GMT -5
Morskeli supposed he was lucky that the Emeraldrider was such a patient man, because things could be much worse than they were. Some part of him recognized that he was being completely ridiculous, but could you blame him? Imere was his youngest, and he would have preferred to have her all to himself for a few more years before she struck out on her own. But what had worked for his other children didn't necessarily work for Imere. Everyone was different - he just had to accept that.
But he didn't flinch away, despite the rider's expression. He wouldn't be beat at his own game, if that was what you would wish to call it. "Morskeli," he said curtly, "Journeyman Woodcrafter at your service." He offered a mock solute. Though she had been about to attempt to mount the dragon, Imere stopped in her tracks, aware of the tension between the two men. She turned around to her father.
“Daddy...” she said, trailing off in surprise. She didn’t often call her father daddy anymore - she wasn’t a kid. “Daddy,” she started again, “please don’t? I’ll be all right, really I will.”
Her father gave her such a look that her breath caught and she almost burst into tears. Then he knelt down so he was at her eye level (it hurt her neck sometimes to have to look up to him), gathered her into his arms and hugged her tight. “I know,” he murmured. “I’m just being stupid.”
Imere shook her head. “I would be sad if you left for a long time.” She looked at him. “You will write, won’t you?”
He nodded. “Every day, if you’d like.”
“No... that would be too much.”
“Every other day?”
She pondered this. “Once a week?” If her father wrote every day, it might make her seem like she was a baby, someone who couldn’t be without her parents at all. Which, of course, wasn’t true. She had stayed over by her Auntie for a whole week when her father and mother had been temporarily reassigned elsewhere.
“Deal?” he held out a hand and stuck out his pinky.
“Deal.” She entwined her pinky with his.
He hugged her again, then stood up. “Now get going! Time waits for no one - not even a dragon rider.”
She nodded, then set out to continue what she had started. Her first attempt at mounting the Emerald was an utter failure, and resulted in her ending up flat on her back. Her second attempt was much more successful and she clambered on, much embarrassed.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Can we go now?” [/center] Word Count: 465 Characters: Morskeli, Imere Notes: Ah, that's okay. Grr... this has got to be the sappiest thing I have ever written. -rips it to shreds- |
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Post by Lyrikitty on Dec 14, 2008 21:21:45 GMT -5
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::.[/size]
Ty rumbled as F'st pulled the girl up, seating her securely in front of himso he could keep an arm around her, and therefore prevent her from falling. The Emerald pulled himself into a crouch, the muscles of his body coiling taut like great springs, and them he leapt, his wings sweeping the air in great strokes, pulling him aloft within three pumps. There he hung, over Nusa Hold, for a breif moment, giving the girl her final chance to say her goodbyes to her home, and give F'st a chance to warn her of Between.
"Hold tight, Imere. We will only be Between for a moment, but it is cold, and dark." With that, he gave Ty the image of Talune Weyr, and they were gone, all that was left of them over Nusa a blast of chill air from the passage.
F'st absently counted in his head, making it to two before Talune burst to sight before them, the Weyr sprawled below in a multitude of hues. Dragons and riders speckled the landscape, dark holes of entrances to hallways and weyrs marred the stone face of the Weyr, the feeding pens well stocked with prey. Home, for Typhith anf F'st, and now for Imere.
Ty circled, his voice lifting in a mellow bugle to the watchdragon as he glided to the ground, his claws sinking into the grassy mat of the weyrbowl, and he hunkered down. F'st started undoing the riding straps he wore, with nimble fingers well-accustomed to such work, and then swung down, sliding to the ground and looking up at Imere. Standing on Typhith's forearm, he raised a hand to her, offering, again, his help. "Welcome, Imere, to Talune Weyr." He smiled as he spoke, a true smile which was rare to him, but it was hard to repress it, with Typhith's lifting mood. They were back to the Weyr, and soon would be able to go meet Mistith and Tain at the beach, how could they not be happy about such a thing? Absently, F'st wondered where D'ron was, and where Varanth was, for it was likely they would be together, and that was the last thing that F'st would have to do for the sday, before he could slip away to relax.
Word Count: 493
Character: F"st of Typhith
Notes: That's the sappiest? *would hate to have to actually find mine, though the last post for Gone to Sea has to be up there*[/size][/color][/font]
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