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 Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 9:08 pm
Startled by the new face Valar quit his crying for a while before reaching out towards the bronze rider's hair.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 10:23 pm
P'las jiggled the infant about. "Hey now! Watch the locks." The bronzerider was rather proud of his curly hair and kept it about chin-length. Now this baby was trying to take away his lady-magnet.
Peri? Heard from Glith yet?
No. I shall try again. I'm not sure if she heard me or not.
P'las nodded and reached up to put Valar's hands down.
Glith? The man could hear a faint echo of his dragon, which meant that Pericolath wanted his rider to hear him as proof that he was doing what he was told.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 8:15 pm
What? the gold asked waspishly. She had been rather hoping that the two would just decide it wasn't the bother and she could go back to dozing in the sun, letting the warmth seep into her healing scores. Faintly she could hear Tolara start to stir, slowly waking up.
Valar liked the bouncy game rather well and gurgled happily, quite distracted from the stringy stuff...until the bouncy stopped.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 9:27 pm
Pericolath's response was tentitive. Mine wishes to speak with Yours...
P'las bounced the infant again as the little boy's hands reached up towards his hair again. Shells, he didn't like dealing with children. Especially young ones like this one.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 5:58 pm
She's heading toward the kitchens.... Glith replied sourly as she reajusted herself in the sun. And take the kid with you.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 6:42 pm
Pericolath mentally ran back to his rider, whimpering. She is heading towards the kitchens. And you are to take the little one.
P'las wondered what Glith had done to his dragon as he headed down the stairs with Valar.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 8:56 pm
Tolara rolled onto her side, away from her current bed partner. A hard knot of uncertaintly settled into her stomach as she sighed lightly. This was the only the second time... All the rest had been V'tos and Zoraith. "I'm so glad I don't have a green," the Weyrwoman muttered to herself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 10:54 am
R'nar opened his eyes sleepily to see the vaulted ceiling of a strange weyr above him. He suffered a moment of surprised confusion until the events of the flight drifted back to him, muddled and extreme...
He pushed back his mop of jet-black hair and caught the movement of the weyrwoman beside him out of the corner of his startling blue eyes. He didn't think she knew he was awake, because he heard her mutter something about not having a green. His mind reached out for Isseth's, but came back only with the feeling of deep, satisfied sleep.
He hesitated and then placed a hand uncertainly on her shoulder. "The Weyrwoman Tolara? Shy?" he asked gently in the late-afternoon gloom. He could see the sun setting beyond the rim of the heights through the weyr's cavern. He had been far from prepared for this flight, and he wondered blindly if it had caught her as unawares as it had him. How to proceed?
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 6:53 pm
Tolara stiffened slightly and mumbled something under her breath. The weyrwoman slid out of the bed quickly wrapping one of the sleeping furs around her self-consiously. "Ah...uh.. I'll get something to drink. And make sure the Weyr knows.." Tolara trailed off, surprisingly unsure of herself. A deep flush settled through out her body.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 11:36 pm
R'nar simply bowed his head in agreement, watching her cautiously. This was going to be harder than he thought. He slipped out of bed and grabbed his pants and shirt from the floor. He spoke as he dressed: "Don't worry, I'll get the drinks. And perhaps something to eat? I have the feeling that we've missed dinner..." He hesitated at the heavy boots and jerkin and just decided to go without. With another nod, he padded quietly out of the weyr to one of the dumbwaiters further down the hall, giving her some time to herself...
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 11:27 am
Gladly the weyrwoman jumped at the chance to be alone and regroup. Quickly she dressed, pulling out new clothes and pushing the ones from yesterday out of sight, and somewhat out of mind. The bed was swiftly made and soon Tolara was simply sitting on the edge of the bed and waiting for the other rider to get back.
A horrible thought struck her. Did she even know his name or his dragon's? Glith was still slumbering soundly, an obvious fact from the lack of teasing so asking the gold was out of the question. Tolara dropped her face in her hands and shook her head.
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 5:18 pm
R'nar was not a morning person--as he padded down the hall in his bare feet, he shook his unruly hair to disperse the sleepiness, yawning like a napping feline. After sending down an order and waiting a moment, a rattling noise echoing up the shaft heralded the arrival of a tray. A cautious sniff revealed what was for dinner: some spiced roast wherry, a few rolls of fresh-baked bread, some buttered tubers, and a pitcher of steaming klah with mugs. His blue eyes sparked and his mouth twitched slightly at a corner in a smile that his fellow wingriders laughingly called "mischevious." He lithely balanced all of the articles and headed back down the hall, hoping that Weyrwoman Tolara had collected herself...
Upon re-entering the weyr, R'nar caught sight of a distressing picture: the weyrwoman sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands...he slid the trays and pitchers onto the table and stood by her, unsure.
"I'm truly sorry if I have...distressed you in any way..." he said quietly, trying to form a coherent sentence through the muddled sleepiness. "we don't have to...I mean, we can only be together formally, I can stay in my weyr if that's want you want.....err, shards!" he muttered frustratedly, running fingers through his already-disheveled hair and looking around dartingly. It really was too early for this. Well done, came a sleepily sarcastic quip. Good, Isseth was awake...
He sighed. In one impulsive motion he filled a mug with klah and held it out to the woman. "I'm R'nar," he said finally, figuring that she probably didn't know him since he'd only transfered not too long previously. "rider of bronze Isseth, formerly of Igen. I guess it would do to know our names, wouldn't it?"
((wow, that is an indecently long post...good luck sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 10:34 pm
The weyrwoman shook her head slightly before staring rather fixedly at some point on the wall. Her voice croaked for a moment, refusing to make a sound. With a rough cough Tolara cleared her throat.
"Ah well.. It was- That is... V'tos had *always* won..." The deep red flush faded only somewhat after that confession, as talk moved to far safer grounds.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Tolara of gold Glith. But I should hope you know that." A ghost of smile, somewhat self-mocking, drifted on the woman's face as she accepted the klah. She inhaled the steam of the hot beverage and felt some of the tension ease out of her body.
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