Post by tovaana on Mar 14, 2021 23:35:01 GMT -5
Treyvin;
Ceela;
Treyvin glanced over at the girl who added on another question – and he felt like pushing her out of the classroom. The more torn and split the conversation, the more varying the emotions became in the room. Personalities and thoughts were never exactly the same, but there seemed to be an underlying theme when the topic stayed the same. He could also feel his annoyance was fed by the annoyance of a couple others in the room, though it was hard to pinpoint just where it was coming from.
He took a deep breath scanning the room and recognizing Kylori for the first time. His stomach squirmed, but Haella distracted him as she answered his question. It made sense – since when greens rose, they didn’t affect the people surrounding them in nearly the same manner. He had been fortunate so far to escape the small crowds when green flights had happened. As far as he could tell, there was no escape when gold flights happened, not for him or anyone in Mavros.
Treyvin swallowed hard when she said that it was hard to block out something as intense as a Rise. She didn’t even know the half of it. But she had answered his question and at least there was less a chance he’d impress to a Gold, since he wasn’t a woman… but a green – well, there was that possibility if he impressed a fighting dragon. But then, the blues and browns chased too. He imagined actually being part of the dragon and the experience was a lot different than just feeding off the intense feelings that happened.
A headache started to form in his temples and he hunched over in his chair and put his elbows on the table in front of him, cradling his head with his hands. He tried working on pulling up mental blocks, emptying his mind- like dumping it all off a cliff. Putting up barriers – like weyr cave walls surrounding his mind. He was vaguely aware that another question had been posed – an interesting one, but inapplicable unless a green chose him. He shifted a little and glanced at the male green rider between his fingers. He couldn’t rule anything out it seemed, when it came to the color that he might get. He sighed and reburied himself in his hands and closed his eyes. The color didn’t matter at the moment, he was there so he could get on the sands, and he was there so he could get a dragon.
Ceela;
When Kekoa wiggled his eyebrows at her she stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Instead a dark eyebrow rose in response and she twisted away. She’d been effected by the golds rising at Ista Weyr, but luckily it hadn’t really bothered her until recently. She’d yet to find herself in an unwanted bed, she hoped she could keep it that way. She wouldn’t fault her dragon on its color and whatever happened as a dragon rider. Having grown up in a Weyr, the concept of riders and the mating of dragons was familiar to her.
After Lounessa’s question registered in Ceela’s mind, she turned to the dark skinned girl. She’d been to a lot of lessons and felt like she knew a decent amount about dragons, but this was something she hadn’t thought about. Impressing blue, or even brown now, were possibilities for her as well. Ceela focused her attention on the conversation with interest.