because giving up won't work [tag: taxx/T'vir]

[tovaana]

Weyrling Muze :: Green Rylath

Muze,

We were happy to have you and Vavithan visit. Please don’t be strangers, come often, we miss you. Yes, I will see if I can package that mixture of herbs in something small enough for Coyli to carry.

With love, your mother and father

She knew her father had had no part of that letter. Even with all the ‘we’ written in it, she knew her mother was just being polite. She hated that part of the distance between them, that she couldn’t have a normal conversation so easily – on paper it was so cordial. Especially now that her mother was pregnant, there was a part of her that felt guilty about not being there for her. You couldn’t have known. Muze smiled, glancing back at her speckled green that watched her from where the sand was dryer. She looked back out at sea. 'No, I'm not sorry I left. I am sorry she wouldn't come back with us though.' Coyli was there, perched on her green's head between her head knobs. 

The thin small piece of hide was as big as her hand. Coyli wasn’t the largest of flits, nor the most reliable. She’d been working with her, but if there was anyone in the room that she pictured in her mind for her little pale green – then she’d pop back with the same note in her claws. It was a hit and miss of trying to deliver letters, and getting them back was rather tricky as well. They had a place where to put them for Coyli to check, but she had to send her to check. Perhaps she’d try getting another flit, a larger egg – hopefully not another green, or even blue, since she knew they could be somewhat unreliable as well. Or even find a flit egg for her mother, perhaps she’d get luckier than Muze.

Not that Muze could complain. She could always ask someone else to deliver her notes and she loved her green flit and green dragon, her life was somewhat blissful in that regard. She looked at the note, holding it with two hands to keep it from moving too much in the salty breeze. She let her hands fall to her side, one hand still toying with the stretched hide. It was late afternoon and the sun was descending more quickly in the sky. The brunette holder had gotten woken up early that morning to put out a net she had been working on. She wasn’t sure if it was pure stubbornness or perhaps a bit of homesickness after the recent visit to her parents. She’d lassoed the ends of her net around two rocks when the tide was down, so when the tide came back up and then back out, it would trap (hopefully) fish. 

From her vantage spot the tide was almost to the point where she could go without getting hammered by waves. A few more minutes. When the ocean moved back from it – it did seem like there were some dark spots, including seaweed draping from it, perhaps she’d gotten lucky.

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[Taxx]

Look, there's Rylath and Hers! Brauth's voice drew T'vir's attention downward to the coast, where the green was crouched and the smaller dot that was her rider, sitting closer to the water. We should say hello, Brauth added, and before T'vir could think of a reply he was tipping into a dive.

We came out to fly, T'vir protested, tugging at the straps in a vain effort to redirect his blue. We can visit them later!

We have flown! Around and around and up and down. And... and my wings hurt.

That was a lie, one too obvious to be believed for a second, but Brauth was already committed to it; he whined, slowed the beat of his wings and answered each demand to stay up because they were supposed to be flying with a moan as he glided earthward. Apparently changing his mind wasn't going to work- the blue was dead set on meeting Rylath, convinced they'd done quite enough flying for the day when they could always do some more later and being around others was a good thing, why couldn't T'vir see that?

Whether or not T'vir was willing, the blue dropped the last few feet and trotted happily toward the speckled green, tossing his head with a bugle of greeting; T'vir heaved a sigh and dismounted, braced against the suddenly helpful foreleg, and offered a wave at Muze before tugging the helmet off and the goggles further up his head. "Hope we're not interrupting anything? Brauth decided he really, really wanted to say hi to Rylath."
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Weyrling Muze :: Green Rylath

Dragons in the sky were no surprise, it had become part of her reality – but there were a lot more here than there had been in the first part of Rylath’s life. It was Rylath who drew her attention above where the familiar blue was coming in. It’s Brauth! Her eyes lifted up at the nearing blue, trying to connect the dragon with the rider, since dragons tended not to identify the rider. She still did better with names, having a hard time connecting dragon names to riders. It was a part of Weyr life that she was still getting used to. She racked her brain, why did the blue look so familiar? Rylath picked through Muze’s memories for her, and found Brauth – and in turn, T’vir.

Her brooding thoughts were swept aside for the moment, and she smiled, glancing down at the sand while she composed herself while the dragon landed and the rider dismounted.

Hello Brauth and his! Rylath greeted as they landed. She stood up, her eyes whirling happily at the joined company.

“Not at all.” Muze said with a smile. “Just… waiting for the tide to go out.” She motioned to the ocean. For a moment she felt a little silly for clinging to her fishing background. She loved having her new dragon life, but sometimes the only moments where she felt comfortable was when she was doing things she had done her whole life. Sometimes she still felt like she was walking a dream, like it was too good to be true – except for the times she woke up with a stranger in her bed. She’d get used to it, she kept telling herself.

“How’s flying going?” She asked, glancing at his riding gear and then to his face. He had a nice face. And a nice dragon. She glanced over at the blue with a smile, then back to the rider. 

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T’vir : Blue Brauth

Hello Rylath and Hers! Brauth answered in kind, prancing in place with outstretched wings and tail whipping around behind, an audible rumble rolling in his chest as he gave a little bounce forward, his hind leg bumping into T’vir as he did so and sending his rider stumbling to the side with a low grumble, and he bent to scoop up the helmet he’d lost his grip on.

Brauth nudged his nose into Rylath’s shoulder and spun, sand spraying out from his paws as he whipped around to the broad, empty expanse of beach; he flashed a glance back, eyes whirling a rapid, bright green. Race? Race? he asked, voice bubbling with enthusiasm, and he quivered all over to keep from charging off and making it too unfair. Say go and we’ll run!

“It was going great,” T’vir replied, rolling his eyes at his blue and then blinking back at Muze, realizing he might have sounded a touch too accusatory when it wasn’t really her fault that Brauth had decided he’d absolutely had to say hi to Rylath. “I mean, I’m not blaming you… Brauth can be stubborn when he gets an idea in his head, it just happened to be about you and Rylath this time. I guess we can do more later, I was just giving him exercise. And- uh- how’s everything going with… you?” He felt weird all of a sudden and he wasn’t entirely sure why, but he couldn’t meet her gaze and he tugged a finger at the collar of his jacket for a moment before tucking his helmet under an arm and unbuttoning it because it was too hot down here.
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[tovaana]

Weyrling Muze :: Green Rylath

Muze noticed the way T’vir got jostled by his dragon and winced. Her dragon was far too thoughtful, or even if she did get rambunctious, she was overly apologetic when something like that happened. The blue continued as if nothing had happened, his excitement far too infectious for her own green to not start moving with a similar, yet muted energy.

Okay, okay! Okay and… go! Like that, did I do it right? She started at a run like he had told her to. Muze was just glad all Brauth enjoyed were fun games, not the sneaky ones that Ama did on Rylath when she wasn’t paying attention.

Muze’s gaze shifted back to the blue weyrling rider who rolled his eyes. He didn’t seem glad that they had landed it took a moment to realize that he meant that her green had distracted the blue. Well, it wasn’t her fault he couldn’t control his blue.

“No, you’re blaming Rylath.” She snapped, talking over him as he backpedaled. She huffed a little, and bit her bottom lip, listening as he explained his blue’s characteristics. She really couldn’t imagine having an exciteable blue, but it sounded fun – perhaps tiring though. Muze saw the way Sio’s green tired her out with her constant games and early mornings.

She sighed. “I guess I sort of understand. Siorreya, she’s in my class and we’re sharing a weyr right now, her green has the energy of your blue… though Brauth is a little sweeter.” She paused. “If you want we could make flying into a game with Rylath? If you want to get more flying in.”

Her own gaze shifted to the sand like his had, then back out to the tide that was slowly going out. She sighed and cleared her throat. “It’s fine.” She fingered the note in her hand, curling it up and fitting it into her fist. “We’re fine.” She said more believably and a small smile. “I guess I’m going to be a sister again.” It just kinda… came out, maybe because she didn’t know how she felt about it. She was happy for sure, but why did she feel angry at the same time?

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