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Post by ShadowReine on Jan 5, 2012 19:46:39 GMT -5
"I am so glad you're the smallest dragon at Nyocia. I wouldn't want to have to deal with how dirt shows on a white hide if you were the size of a queen!" Gwen declared as she attempted to scrub a stubborn...it appeared to be a grass stain...off of her dragon.
He snorted. Just so long as it comes off
"I'd love to know how you got so dirty so quickly. I swear I only bathed you yesterday." The woman was, of course, pretty deep in the lake with Nyocia's one white dragon.
"Maybe I can find a Candidate to help with this. I can hardly use bleach on *you*."
Tyrth just rumbled, glancing towards the shore as if hoping indeed that there might be some help for his rider to be found there.
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Post by Sketchy on Jan 6, 2012 23:10:13 GMT -5
Inaise was filthy, or at least, that's how she felt. She pushed her hair back with her hands, trying not to feel the grime shift. She never knew how dirty a kitchen could really get. She exhaled sharply as she tugged at her light over-shirt, lifting it off delicately as she headed towards the lake. She knew that she wouldn't be able to get really clean, but she didn't have time to anyhow. Lessons resumed early the next morning, and Inaise didn't like suffering without sleep if she didn't have to.
Her plan to get a quick sponge bath was averted by the dragon in the water. She watched, with a little envy and a little awe, shifting from one foot to the other. She was torn between leaving and approaching. She hadn't met a dragon yet, not even the twin's, though she'd yet to find them. Biting her bottom lip nervously, she stood frozen, waiting to see what the rider would do.
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Post by ShadowReine on Jan 7, 2012 11:56:44 GMT -5
Tyrth rumbled again and Gwen turned.
"Don't worry, Tyrth won't bite." She could see that the young woman was a little uncertain...hopefully she'd get over it. Tyrth was, after all, the smallest dragon on Pern...although not by that much. He wasn't that much smaller than K'ran's green, after all.
The white dragon was mostly regarding the Candidate. She can help
Hush, handsome. She looks like she spent all day slaving over something.
Not that Gwen wouldn't appreciate the help and didn't have the right to ask, but the Candidate looked tired as well as uncertain. On the other hand, she had to get used to dragons sooner or later. Preferably sooner, with Jorindath having just been caught. There would be a clutch on the Sands soon enough...
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Post by Sketchy on Jan 7, 2012 13:33:12 GMT -5
"Tyrth?" Inaise gave a half-smile, liking the sound of the dragon's name. And she was right- the dragon was small. She had only seen the blue that she'd been searched by, and that had all happened so fast that she had hardly had a moment to study the beast before in a whirlwind, she was suddenly at the weyr.
"My name's Inaise." She dusted her jacket off and set it on a rock, edging towards the water. She bit her bottom lip in thought for a second before she moved a little closer, hesitantly. "Do you need help?" She wasn't entirely clear on what a candidate's job entailed. For the most part, it seemed like they did odd jobs relating to dragons and cleaning. It was supposed to (according to her father) teach them discipline, but as far as she could tell, it was seeming to just keep them as busy as possible. Probably to keep them out of trouble, she thought with a twist of her mouth.
"I'm not sure what you need, but I have some time."
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Post by ShadowReine on Jan 8, 2012 15:59:47 GMT -5
"If you're up to it, come here and I'll show you how to clean a dragon, if you don't already know."
Tyrth rumbled again. He wasn't in water that was that deep...Gwen sometimes wondered how the queen and bronze/tan riders managed this, for in order for their dragon to get properly wet. The white was, though, in perfect position to be 'studied'.
"Gwenduinne, and this is Tyrth. Most people call me Gwen." Most people were too lazy to deal with her full name and riders tended towards nicknames anyway, even if women did not take the traditional honorific. That would have made her G'duinne, anyway, which she didn't much like...
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Post by Sketchy on Jan 8, 2012 18:56:15 GMT -5
Inaise looked over her messy self and shrugged. The dragon wasn't nearly as large as the blue she'd arrived on, and it wasn't like being in the water (no matter how deep) could really make her any dirtier, at this point. She rolled up her pant legs a little and stepped towards the water.
"Pleasure to meet you, Gwen." She didn't want to stumble over the woman's long name and mess it up, so it was easier for the time being to just call her Gwen.
The white dragon wasn't what she expected. She'd heard few stories of them in general, and was a little surprised to see one up close. He looked more frail than the other colours, though that was probably due to size, and not colour. She was sure, though, that he wasn't as frail as he appeared, as dragons rarely were.
"So what do we do?" Inaise was game, some energy seeming to return due to her excitement. Dragons were still a new thing to her, after all.
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Post by ShadowReine on Jan 9, 2012 17:41:12 GMT -5
"Okay. There's soapsand in the shallows here. At this point, it's pretty much like bathing yourself...but you need to press a little harder." Gwen paused. "Most riders wash themselves while they're at it, unless it's really cold...at which point we're just hurrying through it."
The Candidate looked like she needed to wash herself, although Gwen was too polite to mention that. "Tyrth, sadly, has a bit of a disadvantage - every speck of dirt shows. Given how rare whites are, you aren't likely to end up with one, though...but some dragons can be pretty pale for their color. Especially tans, although so far a tan hasn't Impressed to a female."
The girl was most likely to get a green or barred, but who knew. The next clutch *was* Apolloth and Jorindath, after all...
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Post by Sketchy on Jan 10, 2012 2:56:54 GMT -5
"Well, that I can manage." She grinned a little and kicked off her outermost pieces of clothing. Just being able to wash the food grime from her arms and legs would suffice. She could always do a more thorough cleansing in the morning, when she had time.
Standing in the water, she grabbed some soapsand, feeling the bits get under her short nails as she pressed it against the white hesitantly. Well, the rider had said to press harder... She pushed a little more, watching closely to make sure she wasn't hitting anything or doing something wrong. After all, she didn't want to mess up her first chance to spend time with a dragon.
"I can imagine." On the mention of the other colours, Inaise shrugged a little. "Even if I have to wash my dragon all the time, I imagine they'll be worth it." She gave a serene smile and picked up more soapsand, scrubbing her arms a little as she rinsed the part of the dragon she'd scrubbed. "Is there likely to be a hatching soon?" The girl flushed a little. She didn't like to admit how little she knew of weyrs, but she hadn't been here long, and there was just so much to learn.
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Post by ShadowReine on Jan 10, 2012 20:11:46 GMT -5
"It's not that hard to get help with the task anyway. Tyrth's the smallest dragon here...Nayarath is, of course, the largest. You'll most likely Impress a barred or green, but we never know...there." The stain was finally coming off.
"And there's one soon, yes...Apolloth just flew Jorindath again. They produced a good clutch last time, at least for a tan violet pairing."
"Violets tend to lay slightly smaller clutches and neither of the mature violets has ever laid a gold." Kelth, of course, was gone...leaving only Jorindath and the weyrling Fioloth...but both were fine dragons, from what Gwen had seen.
"I suppose we might get another sky, though."
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Post by Sketchy on Jan 12, 2012 0:37:17 GMT -5
The side Inaise was working on was more white than brown now, as she rinsed off the soapsand and the grime. Her own arms were regaining their skin-toned colour as she ducked her arms under the water. Bent over, she scrubbed at her legs.
Smaller clutches, well that wasn't always a good thing. Inaise thought over the implications as she listened to the rider. It was nice to have a source of information that was so forth-coming. Most people in the weyr seemed to always be busy, bustling around doing something.
"A sky?" Inaise lifted her head above the dragon, done rinsing her legs for the moment. "What do they look like?" These new colours tended to confuse Inaise- at most, she'd heard of the basic colours and sizes. "They Impress girls?"
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Post by ShadowReine on Jan 12, 2012 17:43:00 GMT -5
"About the size of a brown, blueish in color, female. There's only been one and, yes, she Impressed to a girl. She doesn't clutch, though." That might or might not matter to Inaise.
"Of course, she was from one of Kelth's clutches and Kelth..." The whiterider scowled. "I'm sorry I wasn't the one who caught the person who murdered Shador and then tried for Inolyn...he possibly wanted Karisna too, but he didn't get close to her." Inolyn, though, had been hurt...quite badly...although she had recovered now. "Nutjob who wanted to eliminate the violets. We're still not entirely sure why, but he's dead."
Which meant they would likely never get an answer as to why the man had murdered a queenrider...and a Lord Holder...and seriously hurt a second queenrider.
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Post by Sketchy on Jan 12, 2012 17:54:26 GMT -5
Inaise thought it over, trying to remember how big browns were. Bigger than blues, but that wasn't much help as far as scale. She frowned and bit her lip, pausing in her washing as she listened about Kelth. Wide-eyed, she glanced at the water then back to the rider.
"But, violets aren't that bad, are they?" Her voice was hesitant. She'd heard little of the new colours, but she imagined that dragons were dragons- if there were more to help fight Thread (the real threat, after all), that was the important part. Keeping their world (as they knew it) safe, at least from that threat. "He's dead, though, so violets are fine now?" She wasn't sure if others would have issues with them, but she hoped for their sake, that it was more peaceful around here.
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Post by ShadowReine on Jan 13, 2012 18:58:52 GMT -5
"Of course not, but he was insane. I mean, anyone who would attack queenriders...he killed the Lord Holder, too. But yeah. He's d e a d." Gwenduinne spelled it out, clearly.
"Violets are alright. They don't lay as many eggs as golds, but they produce healthy dragons. Tyrth is from Nayarath, though." She ran a hand along a nearby neckridge. "None of us were expecting a white. They're the rarest of all colors, from what we can tell." A pause. "That could change, of course...Tyrth would probably be disgusted to have company, though. He thinks he's the best ever."
The white dragon snorted. Which rather proved her point.
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Post by Sketchy on Feb 4, 2012 3:45:58 GMT -5
"Wow." That's all Inaise could really think to say after a statement like that. How often in history did things like that happen, after all?
Inaise grinned. "Well, hopefully this hatching will go smoothly." The mere thought of having her own dragonet to slave after was enticing, even if she knew it'd be a lot of work. She had seen the weyrlings drag themselves in at the end of the day, after all.
"He is very unique," she conceded, looking him over once again. "And much cleaner, now. Like me." She stretched her arms over her head, droplets of water splashing down as she moved.
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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 4, 2012 12:09:53 GMT -5
"The downside to having a white is he shows every speck of dirt...much to his disgust." Gwen stretched a little. "Makes me glad he's small."
To anyone who didn't know dragons, calling Tyrth small would be amusing, but he really was. "The help is really appreciated, though." She didn't get it as much as the other riders - or mind. With Tyrth being so much smaller, she needed assistance less and was quite willing to bow to the needs of those with queens, bronzes and tans.
No part of her regretted Tyrth now. "I wanted a queen," she mused. "To obnoxious degrees. There's another candidate like that around now...except I *think* she's worse than I was."
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