Post by tovaana on Oct 28, 2022 18:38:38 GMT -5
Dazzling Hatchling;
Ceela;
Lo’qui :: Bronze Jarath
Rhoqui;
Muze :: Green Rylath
The little green paused her exploration at the sound of her mother’s voice, looking mutely back at her as she spoke, soaking it in. She didn’t move, then chirped something in an off-hand tone and continued her exploration. However, she did wander back toward the candidates, that is – until her siblings started hatching. The crowds were suddenly louder and the green looked up at them and then back at her siblings, charging back in front of the eggs and trotting around like a show-runner beast. Her eyes whirled agitatedly as her green sister ran off and impressed, gaining a multitude of noise from the spectators. She flared her wings out, though they awkwardly drooped a little as she showed them off, hoping to regain the spotlight. That is, until more siblings emerged.
The green's attention was torn to the new brown and blue on the sands and her wings pulled awkwardly back against herself at their relaxed state (so one could still see a glimpse of the pattern) as she loped toward her siblings, trilling excitedly. She made a loop around each sibling before darting toward the candidates to weave in an out of them, unaware of how her bumping against calves might be knocking them about. If a candidate tried to get out of the way, she seemed to make a game of it, darting to loop around them if possible.
Ceela;
“Bad luck?” She repeated, confused by the idea. She chuckled, “but, it’s just a color!” Sure there were dragon politics… that sort of bled into Weyr politics… and politics in general… but what did it have to do with anything else? With life? How one enjoyed life?Zen w/ Yva kevna w/Kekoa
She grinned at Kekoa as he joined them, she was used to his flirtatious and upbeat energy, it matched well with Ceela, Yva, and Sio. She then nodded slowly, also glancing up to catch sight of their friend's green dragon. “Can’t have two dragons.” She giggled at the idea. “Besides, can you imagine Sio chasing around two Amas?” Ceela did hope that all their dragons got along, even if they didn’t, they could still fly together… dragons had to fly together no matter how much they liked each other or not.
She smiled at Yva’s words. Freedom was something Ceela cherished as well, though she didn’t know much of Yva’s history, as they didn’t spend much time pouring over their past (which she didn’t mind at all). Ceela watched the next green that burst forth from her egg, her heart tender for the thing that kept falling, she giggled softly… she thought about going to help her, but she knew better. As little as they seemed, they were resilient. She was also used to not getting her hopes up, so many of her hatchings had spent in the first row seat just enjoying as everyone found their dragon soul. Her eyes lingered on the happiness of the boy that impressed, catching a glimpse of the rainbow eyes. “Did you see her eyes though?” Ceela asked in hushed tones. “And his?” She watched them head off and then smiled at Yvinka. “There’s more there – we just can’t see it, I think.”
There were two more hatchlings then, and the original green had joined them, strutting around. Her eyes lingered on the two new babies, but the green was suddenly among the candidates and she tried moving out of her way, but she snaked through her legs, almost knocking her off balance. Ceela giggled as she rebalanced, looking over at Yva and Kekoa, seeing if they had fared any better.
Lo’qui :: Bronze Jarath
At the green rider’s antics, he let out a good natured laugh – a real laugh, as he hadn’t expected such things, even with the little he knew about her. “Ohhhh-ho, you remind me of someone...” He chuckled, squinting his eyes and rubbing his chin with one hand and the other hand his elbow in a thoughtful gesture. “Hmm, it’ll come to me.”
He opened his mouth to answer her about gambling when a dark shadow appeared at his side. “Can I go find my friends? You’re boring.”
“Ahhh!” He said, eyes lighting up. “That’s who you reminded me of. Greenrider, meet the one who you reminded me of just a moment ago.”
The girl rolled her eyes not so subtly when her father took her by her shoulders to present her. She smiled not so sweetly. “Good luck. Daddy hates greenriders. My mom is a greenrider, I would know.”
Lo’qui frowned. “This is Rhoqui. Behave yourself, little lady.”
She turned to face her father, shrugging off his touch. “I’m no lady. I’m a to-be-dragon-rider who wants to watch the hatching with her friends. Can I go, pleaaaaassse?” And she clutched her hands in front of her and twisted her body as she pleaded. The almost seven year old had been watching the two grownups before approaching, and she turned to shoot Siorreya a grin and giggle before dashing off before Lo’qui could answer her.
Kids were a great way to shake off women, though he wasn’t actively trying, he wasn’t ashamed of his children… he just didn’t want any more.
“As for betting, you’d probably be better off with an expert… like that guy.” He gestured toward D’nel who was calling for bets.
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Rhoqui;
Uhg. Grown-ups.
Her face burned hot as she walked away, her smile fading. If she hadn’t spent that moment arguing with Rhuquin about who Jarath loved more, then she could have just stormed past her father without saying anything… but then she’d seen the blonde’s green knots and the way she and her father were talking. She hadn’t known what had possessed her to stop and make a scene. She swallowed against the hot feeling in her stomach, her hands tight fists at her sides. And why did grown-ups have to be so boring, standing around talking as if they were so funny or interesting? It was something her young energetic body and brain couldn't understand.
And why had she mentioned her mother? She didn’t have one of those, not anymore. Something about what had happened in the situation had made her think of the day had dad had come to take her away from Ierne. Her dad had asked if she wanted to say good bye to the adult who had birthed her, but she had refused quickly… She wanted her not-mother to realize she was gone, she wondered how long it would take for her to notice. She hadn’t noticed yet. The not-yet-seven year old wasn’t sure how time worked exactly, but it had been a lot of nights and waking up without a word.
“Uhg!” She said, kicking at a rock that flew and hit a spectator in the knee. Her anger turned to embarrassment. “Sorry!” She sang-yelled as she sprinted away, her anger melting away behind her as she thought about the hatching and finding her friends that were lucky enough to attend.
Muze :: Green Rylath
She imagined if it had been a ride on a runner beast, she would have felt more vulnerable, but the neck ridges were a blessing, even if they separated them by a bit. His words that had carried from behind her on their way there had made her think of it.
Then, her eyes lifted reluctantly to meet Kekoa's eyes when he offered the instrument to her, because it had surprised her. She’d expected (and hoped) that he was just run off to the sands and she could regain whatever composure he had stolen from her in the short interaction. Sharding man.
The brunette had nodded, taken aback, just holding the instrument in both hands like she didn’t know what to do with it… since it didn’t belong to her, was a prized possession of someone who made her feel…uncomfortable(?), and she’d never played an instrument before. Then suddenly there was something cool pressed against one cheek lifting her head a little, a close presence of somebody, and lips brushing her other cheek… and then it was gone. She stared after him with wide eyes, her heart only picking up speed when her brain started catching up with what had just happened. His smile was the last thing she saw before he went down to the sands… she’d been kissed before, but she had been trying to separate that intimacy with other voluntary intimacy. She’d never been kissed, not like that, except for by her brother on the cheek when she’d been younger...which definitely didn't count.
After a moment of just staring and completely in shock, she came to reality and out of her thoughts where she’d been trying to figure out what had just happened… exactly. It was just… Kekoa being Kekoa… she’d decided, fighting against the thrill of being kissed, even if it had just been the cheek. Imagine if it’d been her lips! The thought made her blush and flush, tinged with irritation… if it was Kekoa just being…Kekoa, then she didn’t want it. There was a corner of her that wanted to believe that she was different, so- whatever this was, it had to be different too.
She glanced around, hoping no one had seen her just standing there gawking. She smiled softly at her humming green as she went to find somewhere to perch for the hatching. The greenrider found a spot awkwardly apart from most of the others, watching the eggs start to hatch while trying to figure out how to hold Kekoa’s precious instrument.
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