[ orp ] interview with a green

[medigel]

Something didn’t so easily disquiet young Saith. She was a sure footed green, whatever her entrance into the world had been, and her place in the world had always been so simple: at Raelin’s side, moving them forward in whatever manner she desired. But so far Hers didn’t seem to have much of a plan at all—and that was okay. They would have time to discuss and think about it. That wasn’t what made Saith uncomfortable.


Sahrawith had regaled her with what little she had seen of Cynosuth’s maiden flight before falling asleep, but back then that hadn’t seemed so interesting to her. She had of course listened and spoken at appropriate intervals (when her older energetic sister allowed her), but Rises just seemed like another idea that belonged in Raelin’s hilariously bad romance novels, only with dragons instead. So much drama and huff and puff for so little time. And for what? A quick dip in the air with brother or stranger and nothing else? Or so much more ‘else’? But this too didn’t give her pause at the time, other than a chance to share what she remembered of those silly human tales in turn.

The gold flights, however, had.

Maybe it was because she was a little older. Or maybe it was because she had spent Fianth’s flight watching from Cynosuth’s ledge with Sawi, dryly adding her commentary as some poor blue tried to keep up with his own. She didn’t really know what it was that made her feel the beginnings of something uncomfortable. Green flights happened practically every day, and it wasn’t as though she hadn’t spectated one or another idly before, watched the dance and violence and joy. And it wasn’t as though those lacked passion. But golds had so much pomp and circumstance to their flights, so many more suitors. Fianth had even had a blue mate fly with her throughout! Now that was a romance novel she could get behind.

But it made her wonder about her own place when it came down to it.

And so for a sevenday, High Reaches weyr found itself being prodded by an inquisitive little green with a simple question: what is the measure of a green or a gold?

Quote:

Hiya, and welcome to a quick experiment I want to try out. Rather than a giant orp with lots of back and forth, I wanted to make a sort of “montage” of people and dragons answering the question above. That is, you only have to worry about posting for the character(s) you feel like! In general it’s just a one post response, but if you want back and forth for whatever reason, quote me!

There’s no way to be too short or too long with your answer either! Just rp what you feel like. All I ask is that at the top of your post you bold the name of the character who’s answering. Cruel or kind, pragmatic or optimistic, Saith wants to hear your thoughts!

 

[houllow]

When Oyath had heard about a small green dragonet asking over the worth of green and gold dragons, it quite had her attention. While it wasn't wildly known (read: likely no one knew), the dragon had quite the fondness for fellow greens, particularly those younger than her. The clutch they'd come from made no difference to her, and this one seemed particularly wise beyond her small time on the planet. It was adorable and endearing - two things Oyath would never say aloud nor allow being known. A'ye would know of course, no secrets were hidden from him, but others? She would take it to Between.

So when it finally came to be her turn, with the little green approaching and asking, Oyath was more than happy to reply.

The measure of a green and gold, little one, is what you make it yourself. Golds may bring forth the newest generations to Pern, but what good are they if there are none to defend them? We are the ones who fly above the Queens, to protect them from Thread before it falls to their level. We are the ones who Impress to all candidates, allowing our hearts and loves to be shared with all and not just a select young woman.

Our Flights may not be as heralded and they may not bring life in their wake, but we fly just as strong and just as proud. There have been dim golds just as there have been ridiculously wise greens. You know, the Weyrwoman at Western is astride a green, am I not mistaken, though that one.....it's beside the point. We may not be chased by a Weyr full of bronzes when we take to the skies, but there will always be those who rise to chase us. Our measure is what we make of it and you - you'll be fine. You are a proud green, remember it.

Also, if anyone gives you a hard time, send them my way. I would love to talk with them.

medigel

oyath loves baby greens sshhh don't tell anyone

 

[Hattaki]

Resting as he was in the bowl, wing stretched out over his weyrmate’s back even if she was large enough that it wouldn’t completely cover her entirely, Zetigeth had almost been drifted off when a small green approached. A new green at that. Surely the question had been posed to both himself and Tarmath, but the scarred green wasn’t reacting and he was fairly certain that she had finally succumbed to sleep in the warmth of the summer sun. That left it up to him to answer unless she decided to wake up and the large green was making it appear that she had no intention of waking up or doing anything to save him from this baby green that he didn’t know.

It didn’t matter though; the small brown dragon was fond of all the dragons in the Weyr, regardless of who they were or what age. It wasn’t an easy question she posed to him, but he knew the way that he would answer deep in his hearts.

Any being on Pern is measured by the strength of their hearts and those that they hold close to them. A green flies into battle against Thread just as a bronze, brown, blue, or white dragon does and a Queen may not flame but their strength is not to be underestimated. Each dragon does their part in a Weyr to protect one another and protect Pern. If there were no greens in the sky to fight against Thread then we would be overrun and life would slowly be pushed out and perish to it. However, if there were no gold dragons to create new life and to catch dragons and riders falling from the sky, it would also perish. Every dragon in Pern is important, regardless of the role that they play or the color of their skin, each one is responsible for the safety of all that live here. Zetigeth offered, his eyes swirling greens and blues as he tightened his wing over his heavily scarred weyrmate who was still recovering from the damage done months ago when she’d come from Between into a cloud of Thread.

Well enough though, she was well enough to chuckle deeply in his mind and it was only then that Zetigeth realized she’d truly been listening to what he’d had to say and her eye was open in curiosity to peer at the little green her mate had been speaking to. Slowly she lifted her head and looked down at her levelly, one eye twisting colorful amusement and the other scarred over and missing. Tarmath was a canvas of scars that covered her skin so well that her cloudy spots beneath them were almost unrecognizable, yet she still had the same soul that he had fallen in love with.

What he forgets to tell you, is that only you measure your worth. What others believe, what they tell you and will scream at you and they will little one, does not matter. Your hearts beat in time with your rider’s, if you find love they will swell and ache for them as well, but no one can measure your worth but you. Just as none can rise to meet the challenges you will meet in life but you, just make sure that you meet them head on and fly, for every dragon flies beside you. the large green offered before lowering her head wearily once more to rest on Zetigeth’s claws; though she was prone to being sleepy as it was, the exertion of movement could still wear her body out even if she was healing. As she closed her eye it was as if it were a dismissal, for she’d said her piece, even if she wasn’t much for pep-talks.

Rumbling happily, the small brown bowed his large head to the small green and offered her a warm feeling almost like a smile. She was the future of High Reaches, she was the future of Pern. Though he and his weyrmate could have no kids of their own, Zetigeth at least hoped that he hadn’t let her down with his answer, that neither of them had.

medigel

I owe you Ngawanth's response too, once she's done mulling it over. XD *Pats her*