Time Off (Open)

[phlysolo]

It was strange that H'rik found himself with nothing at all to do. There were no new records for him to go over from the MasterHarper, no songs to play, no tunes to enhance. Even Emblath was well taken care of and snuggled contentedly next to him on the soft, warm sand of Crystal Lake. Her wedge-shaped head was resting on his lap, Scuttle in his arms each feeling like the most contented beast in all of Pern.

H'rik himself was at a loss and felt a vague sense that he was betraying the Lord of Time himself as he sat and did absolutely nothing but enjoy the company of the two creatures Impressed to him. There were things he could be doing, sure, but this current form of time-spending was suiting him far better than anything else he'd done as of late that pertained to either his training as a Weyling or as a harper.

I sense that you are troubled, H'rik. Working day in and day out will do nothing but drive you into the ground. Emblath's usually melodically distant voice had become subtly sharper, more aware in a very surprising way. H'rik lifted his head off from where he had rested it against the tree to look at her.

"You're right of course, but...there is so much expected of me, Emblath. I answer to more than one master," He murmured, reaching down to stroke the green's cheek.

You answer to no one but yourself, H'rik. You may be harper, but you are mine. You may be Weyrling, but you are yourself. She responded, feeling H'rik's emotions swirl inside of him. Her statements were true, but false at the same time and, likewise, it both reassured him and set his nerves on fire. Who was he, really?

Was he Henerik the Harper or H'ri Weyrling to Emblath?

[Jenth]

With graduation fast approaching life was starting to seem more like the real thing then lessons. Infact, Inolyn was finading herself with more and more time till she was given her designated duties as a fully fledged queenrider, violetrider may she be. Jorindath was at least a full head taller then Kelth and treated all dragons wether they be green or gold equally, a fine dragon to be proud of.

Still, Inolyn herself had taken her role (or more like future role) very seriously. Using her past training she had written a very popular musical record of the first barreds hatching, and had been called 'Harper girl' for quite some time. She had rather liked it too. A little inspiration and she could compose another song, that would be nice.

We both know you've been finding it hard to get new ideas... Joridath pointed out sadly. The violet liked music and singing, Inolyn's most of all. Many days just like today they sat by the lake scratching ideas on hide or observing daily weyr life, nothing had worked.

"What I would give for a song!" Inolyn found herself yelling in fustration, such an outburst being extremely unlike her.

[phlysolo]

It was strange that Emblath was the first to notice their general proximity to a certain violet pair. Her breath came out in a short fuuuf! and she raised her head shaking it slightly, pushing away thoughts about small avians and furry creatures. It would be rude to ignore...to ignore...to...

H'rik, I feel that the pretty purple rock over there has been ignored. She stated simply, standing up so suddenly that it took the Weyrling a moment to realize that she'd gotten up.

"Excuse me? Purple rock?" Confused, the harper looked side to side, peering for anything that resembled such description. Before the young man could set his sights on what she was talking about, Emblath had already crossed over to Jorindath and Inolyn.

The green had hardly noticed the almost dragonrider's outburst, but had taken a keen interest to the large violet. Without any greeting or introduction, she pressed her nose against the dragon's side, sniffing. H'rik wasn't sure if he should be embarrassed or apologetic for his dragonet's antics but, how could one really explain Emblath to someone else?

What does your rider need a song for when she has such a pretty purple dragon-rock for? Emblath asked Jorindath, oblivious to the fact that she might very well be intruding on the violet's personal space.

"Excuse me, violetrider, Emblath gets a bit carried away with some of her ideas," The lime-green's Weyrling said upon entering ear-range of the young woman.

[Jenth]

Jorindath swung her head around to the little green poking at her side, giant eyes blinking in confusion. Purple dragon-rock? I am a violet dragon, don’t you know who I am Emblath? The young dragon was very strange, very strange indeed. No dragon had treated her so, it was very curious as to why she wasn’t acknowledged for who she was.

Inolyn looked at the boy, suddenly snapped out of her own predicament. “What? Huh?” Spinning around she suddenly took in the fact that she had been completely absent to what had been happening around her, and that she had not been as alone as she thought. “Oh I didn’t even know she was there! I’ve been a bit pre-occupied, but maybe It’s finally time to give up harpering and song writing…”