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 Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 4:30 pm
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Spring seemed to be reluctant to come to High Reaches Weyr, teasing its residents with a day or two of warmer, sunny weather, then sharply turning tail and retreating back into wintry weather for the next sevenday. Some found it frustrating, or even depressing, wishing that spring would just hurry up and come! It seemed to manifest particularly in (greater) disinterest during lessons, and an uptick in barracks-strife. The Candidatemaster’s crew weren’t exactly softies for the most part, but whether compassion, duty or just plain coincidence, they arranged for a surprise rest day—a soul-restoring visit to a warm, distant beach for free time and a picnic lunch.
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Vaali shrieked with laughter as she ran through the surf, in the middle of an intense game of tag with some other candidates. She dropped to her knees to avoid a reaching hand, soaking herself completely up to the waist, and then took off towards the treeline. The hot sand felt soooo good on feet that had been just a little too cold for a little too long. She ended up a fair distance away from the “it” person, and felt safe enough to stop and bend double with her hands on her knees and catch her breath. Her friend Lusialu was nearby, doing much the same thing. They caught each others’ eyes and grinned, too tired to laugh just then.
A sharp squeak from somewhere close made both girls startle and look around suspiciously at the clumps of wood, dried seaweed and other debris that littered the sand. They glanced at each other again, then crouched and began to stalk the sound, examining every likely-looking spot.
Their squeals of delighted surprise rang out at almost the same instant, though the girls were in decidedly different locations at the time. As one, they sprinted for the spot where the picnic was laid out, nearly tripping over each other when their paths converged. Vaali’s fists went into the baskets first, and she yanked out a meatroll in each and handed both to Lusi over her shoulders. She grabbed a few more for herself and then stood up. One of the Candidatemaster’s assistants was giving them a very odd look. Vaali was so excited that her feet were already taking her backwards toward That Spot. They’d have to tell everyone, of course, but shards and shells, she was going to have a head start!
“It’s a firelizard clutch!” she laughed, then turned and bolted before she could be stopped.
“TWO clutches!” Lusialu’s whoop rang out just after Vaali's as they tore across that beach back to the half-buried treasures they’d found.
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[OOC: FLIT TIME EVERYONE! The news will spread fast thanks to telepathic dragons, and most folks who hear about it are able to come if they can hitch a ride over. HR candidates are already on the beach for their picnic. Candidates from Western Weyr are luckily also having a rest day today and can hop a dragon and come on down! Please note: Disney & HP weyrlings are still too young to make the trip!
You can bring multiple characters to try for a firelizard, but there will be a maximum of ONE flit per winning player, and it must stay with the character who Impresses it! This is done by offering meat to the babies and hoping one will come over. This will be done raffle-style at random periods throughout the RP. If the RNG chooses your character, a flit will too! ]
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 4:31 pm
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 4:54 pm
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T'nus and Minimuth
T'nus wasn't exactly pleased over this whole affair of a peaceful picnic but he couldn't deny the wonders it would do for morale. With the news coming out of Western over the proper flight of one of their Queens, there would be much work to be done. T'nus could hardly consider it a proper flight, the victor had been a young brown, but those words would never leave his lips. They seldom left his mind, save to share with the tiny beast who lay on the sand nearby, watching the candidates.My love, enjoying the sunshine?
Minimuth snorted back a reply, his eyes a whirl of red and blue. They are breaking no less than six different rules, and this call out to the Weyrs about firelizards is hardly appropriate. Western need not apply. The tiny bronze was still carrying some sourness over the incident at the hatching, it seemed, as well as that whole affair with pirates and what not. ...are you going to attempt to get one of those little creatures?
It was T'nus's turn to snort now at the tone his dragon produced. Jealousy doesn't color well on you, my love. You are the only tiny dragon I need. His bronze responded by.....well, not responding. Very classy.
[ OOC note: HR candidates (and any western who arrive) are being watched very closely by T'nus and Minimuth. Behave or don't behave - that's up to you to decide =) ]
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 4:58 pm
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News travelled fast, and dragons travelled almost as quickly. It was chance that Wione had not been busy at the time, and she had been more than eager to swing up onto Findith’s green back, snatching up the first few hopefuls who lacked their own dragons before with a bound they swept out over the sea, and then winked between to a different distant shore. Chance had dictated much of her life, really—for good and ill, though more of the former lately—and it felt right to follow her instincts and make for the shore.
Never mind that she had a half hope of running into a particular brownrider again, and there was more of a chance to find him on some wild beach than around Western, of course.
Findith as well was quite excited about the idea of a new friend, the loving and sweet green gone positively purple-eyed at the thought. Like a baby! A hatchling! They’re so small when they come sit nearby, but this one maybe will be ours! Our own little precious baby! She crooned as she backwinged down to land, plumes of sand swirling up around the dragon as she gently knelt to let her passengers depart. And then, with a noise that was more whimpering whine than anything, she alighted again, gliding low and then skimming along to settle in the surf, where she would be out of the way—but also sadly unable to watch. It was too dangerous to get close at her size, and Wione knew the green would be beside herself is she so much as bumped one of the candidates or little firelizard eggs; thus her exile to the waves, to wait and peek through her rider’s eyes.
For her part, Wione let the candidates run ahead towards the growing throng, one hand on the satchel of food at her side and the other lifted to shade her eyes from the bright sun. A few ther dragons lay scattered about, some half familiar and others not... but not that brown. Not yet, at least. Ah well. She hadn’t really expected to see that wonderfully interesting man again just by the luck of chance.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 5:08 pm
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N'ran of blue Khukith
As quick as thoughts travel between dragons, Khukith heard the news. Mine! There are wild firelzards hatching!
The urgent words of his blue dragon woke N'ran from a dead sleep. "Where?" he asked, scrambling to get dressed.
On a beach -- I have the location, he rumbled from the wallow outside the weyr hut. But we must hurry!
N'ran was still tugging his tunic on when he emerged from the hut at a dead run, still barefoot. "We'll need meat for them -- stop by the Lower Caverns first, I'm sure they will have heard too and will be ready!"
He hopped on Khukith's shoulders and hung on for dear life as the dragon launched himself into the air, quickly swooping into the Weyr Bowl and to the Lower Caverns. A quick dash in to grab the anticipated meat rolls and jerky and N'ran was out again, clambering onto the compact blue. "Go go go!"
Khukith lifted off and immediately jumped Between, emerging over another beach on the Northern Continent not far from High Reaches Weyr. Backwinging into a landing, N'ran was leaping to the ground almost before his dragon had landed. The former pirate ran to where the crowd was gathering, hand on his bag of potential firelizard food. He wasn't going to miss his chance at one of the wee beasties!
Cautiously N'ran approached one of the cheeping babies, holding out a gobbet of meat between his finger and thumb. Did they bite? He wasn't sure, but it didn't matter, not for the chance at Impressing one.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 5:09 pm
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Candidate Melhaika
It had been a decent day, and the chance of taking a break from the intensity of candidacy and all the classes and rules and duties and nonsense was a very welcome one. Hearing of the chance to have a day at the beach, he had gotten as excited as he could. It would be good to get away, and a good chance for him to get some sketching done.
Supplies hidden at the bottom of his satchel along with a picnic lunch, he found a place far from the hubbub and chaos of the group and found a quiet place with a lovely view of sand and sea and sky. A view that might make a decent warm-up sketch. He had been just putting the finishing touches on the piece when the cry went up.
Firelizards.
Where others who were excited about the prospect might show their elation, or to run over as quick as they could, Melhaika wasn't one of those. He was excited, yes, the thought of getting his hands on one of the creatures was very tempting, but he wasn't one to push his way through. He would make his way over, yes, but it would be at his own pace and his own time. And if he was lucky enough to impress one of the lizards, he would. But if not, well, it was no skin off his back now was it?
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 5:17 pm
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Honestly, Lila was still surprised that they were so terribly...different now. Things were clearer, and while she was still slowly recovering from her former Felis addiction, the woman still was not in full recoery. The call of 'Between had her starting, fingers clinging tightly to R'tansky as they popped in to the freezing cold. Shivering, those jade eyes looked around, and then was surprised at the warmth of the sun and the beach. Dropping in to his arms wasn't too hard, though she paused to carefully touch his shoulder, making sure his leg was alright.The young woman took the food and looked up at him, "Like...Caltrop." Would a firelizard even want her? She was...no one. She was just another person, a face in the crowd whose mind still wasn't quite stable. Fingers moved to her shirt with one hand, the other carrying the sweetroll and jerky towards where everyone was congregating, nervous around all these weyrfolk. She really didn't belong here.
Bright purple hair made her stand out, and those jade eyes stayed turned down. |
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 5:18 pm
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Veikel
When flitters had been announced, Veikel was all over it. He'd never really given much thought to actually having one before but as of late, with the long hours and the crushing loneliness that came from his siblings having LIVES, he wanted a little bit of company. Outside of bothering the other healers, of course, or talking to his plants. Or running from a certain woman who kept appearing how did she find him.
Or maybe having a flitter would help him calm down? Too often Veikel was told he was burning both ends of a candle, but what else was there to do? Threadfall, illnesses, life - there were a lot of things that kept him up at night with worry and stress and, well. For now he simply looked at the food he'd managed to prepare in the hopes that maybe a firelizard would be interested.
At the very least it was nice to be in the sunshine, having hitched a ride over from Western with a friendly enough rider.
[ veikel is open to talk to if anyone would like? ]
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 6:13 pm
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 6:38 pm
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stormy
Today, she didn’t bring her notepad, though she wished she had. Holding onto food for a just in case felt more awkward than having the excuse to doodle more dragon patterns or random faces in the crowd. Instinct told Stormy it was better not to get so used to it, to whet her awareness back into something sharp. This wasn’t Western Weyr—anything could happen.
She wasn’t tense, however. She remained quiet and curious, presented one more young adult among the gathering throng excited to try and catch a flit. If she was aware of High Reaches folk passing disdainful looks, she didn’t show it. This was just one more little event to practice her composure before the main attraction. Stormy had sat out a handful of hatchings in the past until the mindhealer she had been seeing thought she was ready to stand, but it was one thing to hear it from an adult and another thing entirely to prove it to herself. Maybe a firelizard was a big step down from a dragon, but if there was one thing that had slowly started to seep into her, it was that small steps forward were still steps forward.
Just to be safe, though, she shied away from strangers. Holding her hands and their tasty cargo close, she slowly began to wander closer.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 6:44 pm
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Karone
Karone had been walking along the beach beside Kinye with his hands in his pockets, nodding approval to her discoveries and occasionally daring to treat oncoming waves as hurdles, jumping over them. He’d overestimated the size of one, to his own vast amusement, and was still a bit damp from it. He was more careful after that, hoping he’d be dry by the time they were sent back to the Weyr.
“Pretty!” he said about the shell. Truthfully, they weren’t all that exciting to him, but he still had a sincere response for his friend whenever she found something interesting. He certainly perked up at the announcement of firelizard eggs, though. “We were here first. I say let’s go. I’ve got a few soggy meatrolls in my pocket, but the flits won’t mind as long as it’s meat we’re offering.” He took a few steps toward where interested folks were gathering, hoping Kinye would follow.
Grumioll
There wasn’t much he ever did when they had these outings, to be honest. Maybe a walk up and down the beach now and then, or a short chat with others, but Gru mostly sat or stood near the staff who oversaw them, quietly appreciating the good weather and freedom to do nothing if he so chose. When he heard there were firelizards hatching, however, he immediately got up to join those who fetched food to take to the hatchlings. His first firelizard had been such a pleasant companion that the idea of having a second one was practically irresistible.
With food in hand, he approached one of the nests and crouched, holding it out for any baby that might take notice.
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