Off With Her Head! (OPEN)

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Oooh, look, Bry, herdbeasts. New ones, too, and fat! Though she was almost most assuredly quite full from the gorging she'd been allowed to do only about two candlesticks ago, Voluspath was still eying the new arrivals to the stocks of the Weyr. On her head stood a very small brown flitter, looking at them with equal greed.

Brylorea, coming to a stop behind her lot shook her head and sighed. The two were ravenous heathens whose only concern was when their next meal was and, in Voluspath's case, when her next bathing was. Every time after she was stuffed, she demanded a bath to "rid" her of the mess she'd made down her golden hide. Indeed, Bry had felt that she did often need at least a wipe down after a meal, but honestly, a bath! Sometimes she felt the little gold needed to get over herself.

But at least she was growing well, as was little Meatroll. The pair looked amusing together like that, Brylorea though. A meatroll piled on a lovely, large golden platter, fit for a Lord Holder. Her smile washed away the ever sour look upon her face and she finally stood to stand beside the golden dragonet, with the brown flit perched on her head.

"Oh, enough of that. You just ate. You'll eat again later, much later, and probably not one of those," Bry told Voluspath reasonably, stroking her neck and noticing that the gold was now taller than she was. The smooth underside of her wedge shaped head was hovering two heads of space over Bry's own and she felt vaguely surprised that Voluspath had already grown so much. Four sevendays ago seemed like such an eternity away from her. There were two universes in Brylorea's life...one without Voluspath and one with. Her other life had long ago faded from her mind, but she couldn't help remember it from time to time.

I was always with you, even if you didn't know it at the time... The dragonet set, sensing Brylorea's train of thought.

The Weyrling smiled at the growing gold and wrapped an arm loosely around her neck, relishing the fact that the gold's shoulder was still low enough for her to give the dragonet a proper hug.

"And I'm glad that you found me, Vollie. I would have rather not lived at all, then to have never known you for a moment," She murmured as the gold drooped her head to place it affectionately on her rider's, her eyes whirling pleasurefully blue.

"It's too bad that you still can't hunt for yourself, though, Voluspath. I think I would prefer it just as much as you do."

It's not my fault at all that you spill blood all over yourself. Voluspath said. Her memory was a bit better than other dragonets, Bry had come to notice. Voluspath apparently remembered that early in the day as she butchered the meat for the gold's lunch that she'd splayed blood all over herself. Sadly, it wasn't the first time it had happened either...

"Oh, hush, you. I can recall that you spill blood all over yourself every time you eat, blame me, then force me to bath your silly hide," Brylorea responded, her voice filled with mirth.

That's because it is your fault... She would have added that it as Bry's fault that she tried to pick the most yummy pieces of meat for her meals and those tended to be more bloody. If she had, she would have probably been given some less juicy morsels of chow the next time meals came about...

[Illia]

xx o o c.
I'm assuming Nyocia works on a liquid time system? =3 Though if not please correct me ^^ [trying to get a better grasp on Illia]

xx b i c.

The cold, metal handle of the wooden bucket the young woman was carrying cut into her hands as she walked, somewhat awkwardly, along. The bucket occasionally bumped against her knees, which proved to be a rather tedious reoccurance considering there was no way to really avoid it with both her hands occupied by clinging to the bucket. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the wooden holder was filled almost to the brim with a type of feed, most likely meant for the herdbeast feeding troughs. After all, she was still a candidate, and without her own dragon to care for, Illia was expected to tend to other matters about the Weyr.

Not that the eighteen-turn-old really mind. After all, it had always been clear in her mind that she was expected to do her part in the Weyr, whether that be chores like she was doing now or eventually taking up a position in the Wings during a Threadfall; though either way, in Illia's mind, allowing herself to slack was out of the question. Unfortunately, that generally lead her to take up jobs that were a bit overwhelming for her body, and even the heavy bucket of feed seemed to be pressing her limits somewhat. Though, at least she was a bit more fond of working close to animals, out in the open, than having to clean in the secluded, empty rooms that could occasionally be found about. Her claustrophobia had less of a chance of getting out of hand that way.

Apparently rather fixed on the purpose of distracting herself from the bucket banging against her legs [and thinking she probably wouldn't encounter anyone down here at this time], she allowed a soft hum to entwine from her throat, rising and falling with melody as she made her way down the path. Her white-blonde locks tapped absently against her cheeks, the beads that held them together aiding in their momentum, and for once it seemed her ponytail was draped along her back rather than over her shoulder. After all, it would probably only get in the way if she left it to drap amongst her arms.

She was dressed in her general attire, consisting of her dark brown, sleeveless tunic with silver accents, and dark leggings tucked into relatively worn leather boots that covered her feet. She had found it to be the most comfortable attire she possessed, thus she generally wore such when other garb wasn't necessary. Plus, her tunic generally kept the pendant she wore around her neck hidden relatively well. Not that it was particularly valuable beyond an emotional level anyway.

However, as she rounded a corner, the melody she had been humming along to came to an abrupt halt, her silvery eyes frozen in surprise. She hadn't expecting to see any dragons down here at the moment, let alone a Gold of all creatures. She bit her lip, casting her gaze towards whom she assumed to be the beautiful creature's rider. While she had probably passed the woman on previous occasions, Illia had never formally talked to her, as it was for most people at the Weyr. Despite her stay of... four turns now was it, give or take a few sevendays, her generally timid nature had, for the most part, prevented her of associating with many others.

Unfortunately, the feeding troughs happened to be in that direction, and it was a waste of energy to go around in a different direction just for the sake of avoiding possible interaction. Steadying herself and allowing a few deep breaths to escape her lips, Illia continued onward. She found it rude to simply pass by without a single word, and with the fact that, by the looks of it, the dragon and rider seemed to be conversing about something, the young woman simply allowed a quiet, "G-good day, Lady Gold and Fair Rider," to escape her lips. She had stuttered on the first word, not sure exactly how to get it out at first, though the rest of her sentence flowed smoothly albiet a bit quietly. Illia seemed to be intent on continuing her stride past, giving a simple nod of her head to show respect [given the fact a bow may have been a bit overdone, not to mention almost impossible with her bucket]. Though, sometimes one couldn't exactly control just how events would play out, and, really, any that thought they could was a fool.

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OoC: Yes, Nyocia has FUZZY TIME! Which is really great because I, uh, actually don't know the exact age of my Weyrlings lol.

IC:

Voluspath's hearing was much more keen than the female whom she had chosen to Impress and heard...a soft little tune coming from around behind her. It was rather lovely and her head, for a moment or two, whisked back and forth in time to the song. She would have perhaps wiggled her head harder, but Meatroll had begun squealing in protest so loud that he both covered up the melody and brought a sharp rebuke from Hers to be quiet.

"Oh, Meatroll, cut it out, will you? Vollie isn't bothering you any," Bry said, frowning at the flitter who hissed in response and winked /between/ without even hopping off of Voluspath's head.

GOOD RIDDANCE! The gold roared so loudly that Bry jumped, startled by the force of the call. For one mere moment, Meatroll appeared above the pair and screeched his protest to the gold before disappearing again.

Their brief interaction masked the arrival of the blonde and neither dragon nor Weyrling noticed her appearance until she spoke up. Quickly the two turned, one with her eyes wide and the other whose eyes were whirling fast shades of green-yellow. Lady gold and fair rider? Brylorea would have giggled if she hadn't suspected that the girl was being serious. Voluspath, on the other hand, was arrogantly watching the stranger, as though she had expected all along to be addressed as such.

Brylorea was a bit unsure as to what she should respond to that with, "Um and...uh, good day to you, Girl Who Carries a Bucket."

She couldn't help it, she grinned sheepishly at the improvised title she'd given the other female, but indeed thought it sounded a little snobbish. After all, she did seem serious about the whole lady gold and fair rider thing. Maybe it wasn't polite to poke fun at her expense.

"You need help with that bucket, by the way? Looks big. Voluspath could carry it," Bry offered, nodding at the dragonet who looked scandalized.

I will not carry for some, some, some....girl like a lap dog! The gold said with such an air of royalty and disdain that even the other female would have heard it.

Oh, come on, Vollie. Be a good sport. She's probably just taking it to the troughs. It's not too far from here. Bry begged mentally, gently nudging the gold next to her.

Absolutely not!

"Well, maybe she won't, but I can certainly give you a hand!" The gold Weyrling said once it was clear to her that Voluspath, not for love nor money, would change her mind. No, the gold sat down hauntingly on the ground, her head placed with such firmness on her forelegs that it seemed that she wouldn't be able to pick it up until that bucket was long gone from her line of vision.

"My name is Brylora, by the way," She said quickly, stepping forward, reaching a hand out to the bucket in a helpful sort of 'I'm willing and able' gesture. "And that lovely specimine of golden hide is Voluspath. Excuse the sharpness of her tone, she hasn't figured out what work is."

Her tone was light and affectionate while Voluspath threw the other female a look that could have suggested that the other girl, who would probably be reducing -her- Weyrling, into drudge work, could go skin herself.

[Illia]

xx o o c.
Lol, I'll probably eventually have that problem as well xD I'm terrible when it comes to keeping track of time, rp or otherwise xDDD

xx b i c.

"Um and...uh, good day to you, Girl Who Carries a Bucket."

Illia paused momentarily as the Rider responded, casting her silvery, eternally sorrowful gaze in the direction of the other woman as she allowed a slight smile to touch her lips in response. It was only a winking hint, but the slight flicker was just barely noticeable along the line of her pale lips. She certainly hadn't been expecting a response like that, though she had found it rather amusing all the same. After all, she was generally used to emitting her hushed greetings and not being bothered even by a response on the other individual's behalf. Not that she had particularly minded; after all, that generally meant that the slight awkwardness that came from meeting someone new was generally avoided.

"You need help with that bucket, by the way? Looks big. Voluspath could carry it. Well, maybe she won't, but I can certainly give you a hand!"

Illia momentarily opened her mouth to respond to the offer, a look of fascination but at the same time a look of semi-formalty crossed her features. She couldn't possible ask such a grand creature as a Gold, a future Queen once she reached maturity, to do something as simple as carrying her bucket. Though, it probably wouldn't be much considering the strength a dragon generally possessed, it just seemed, well, improper in some fashion, especially considering she wasn't the dragon's Rider to begin with. However, after what seemed like a silent conversation between the two individuals, it seemed Illia was saved from having to refuse the offer, something she was rather pleased with. After all, she didn't want to sound like she was ungrateful, but at the same time she wanted to show at least some respect. Though the offer that accompanied the confirmation that the Gold had apparently refused still left the Candidate rather hesitant.

"My name is Brylora, by the way. And that lovely specimine of golden hide is Voluspath. Excuse the sharpness of her tone, she hasn't figured out what work is."

"It's a pleasure, Fair Brylora Dragonrider, and you as well, Lady Voluspath Beautykin," Illia responded to the introductions, giving a slight bow of her head in order to indicate at least some sort of bow. After a moment she figured she'd might as well at least give her name seeing the other two individuals had been so polite as to pleasure her memory with their's, so a quiet, semi-formal, "I am called Illia, Candidate of Nyocia Weyr."

However, as Brylora made a move to aide her with her burden [and the look that Voluspath had cast her became visible out of the corner of her eye] she stepped back, keeping her grasp tight on the handle. "I'm sorry, M'lady Dragonrider, but surely I cannot ask you to aide with what has been assigned to myself without feeling terrible in regard; and it seems that Goldenbeauty Queen wouldn't be pleased with such an arrangement as well..."

Though her voice remained quiet, with a somewhat timid air to it brought about by her lack of experience with much interaction, it seemed that at least the young woman was now fully comfortable with how her voice flowed. After all, she hadn't stuttered again, and she at least had the thought to continue her use of titles. Though a pattern was noticeable, for it seemed she based them to compliment the beauty of Voluspath, and out of respect for Brylora's higher rank, and also status considering the dragon she Impressed had been a Gold.

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By her hesitation, Brylorea figured that this girl, a Candidate most likely, would likely refuse her offer. It was becoming rather disheartening that most inhabitants of the Weyr were quite content to gawk and drool over the newest gold pair on Pern, but if she offered a single hand of assistance or even a gentle word of compliment, she'd often send whoever it was she was addressing scurrying off in some other direction far, far away from herself.

Honestly, Bry didn't understand what the sharding big deal was. Sure Voluspath was a typical, haughty, arrogant, snobbish, self-righteous piece of golddust, but did that automatically make Brylorea of the same fold? Was she expected to be a ninny Holdbred fool who couldn't properly tell her rump from her elbow? True, she was Holdbred, but that didn't make her any less intelligent or any less capable - though even she herself had some severe self-doubts about her future as a goldrider. However, that shouldn't lead people to assume that she was someone to be avoided! She wanted friends, companions, people whom she could talk to about her problems and what she was seeing now was probably only the tip of the metaphoric iceberg. If people couldn't approach her now, what would suggest to young Bry that anyone would ever feel comfortable in her presence at all, especially some freshly Searched little Candidate?

Her eyes flickered to her feet for a moment, her face becoming drawn and her lips thinning in mental defeat. A moment later, a surge of warmth and comfort shot through her veins like fire - a gift from her dear Voluspath.

You are better than that. If you are so set on befriending the... She paused, searching for a word that wouldn't offend Brylorea, but also conveyed the point that they were a rank a part. The people of the Weyr, then you need to surely try harder. If you insist...I shall endeavor to as well.

The young woman's eyes flew to her dragonet and her eyes burned with affection. A grin reattached to her face as she regarded Illia once more, finding herself chuckling at the girl's continued use of titles and formality.

"It's certainly a pleasure to meet you, Illia, although as endearing as I find your rather unique titles for myself and my Voluspath, they are really unnecessary," Responded with a cheerful nod. Next to her, Voluspath tossed her head in such a way that it could be taken as a draconic eye-roll. "Of course, Volupsath wouldn't mind if you continued. By all means, continue to stroke her ego."

Yes, it seemed appropriet to tease the Candidate. Hopefully there would be no harm in it and perhaps it would allow the other girl to ease up, so to speak. She could certainly remember thinking how daunting it was to speak to a tan Weyrling so long ago. A fleeting and soft smile flickered across her face at the memory of stumbling on B'can. Oh, how long had it been since she'd spoken to him? She would have to find him so she could plant the idea into his mind that he should invite her to a meal.

Her focused wavered back to Illia before her and she studied the Candidate with a bemused smile. Oh, wouldn't the whole occupancy of Nyocia say the same thing? "No, no, really, Illia, if you need the help, I certainly won't hesitate to offer it. After all, it will be I who will be assisting you in Threadfall someday, if you Impress.

"And don't mind Voluspath too much, she's a big softie on the inside."

[Illia]

xx o o c.
Sorry this took so long D= I had a post, but it was deleted and I was like "...*NO INSPIRATION*" D=

xx b i c.

Illia appeared to be rather uncomfortable as she was shifting her weight back and forth between her feet, as if not sure which position was more comfortable to stand in while holding the heavy bucket. True, she could just put the feed down until some decision was made, but then again, in her eyes she would be shirking her duties... in some way or another. She had been with the weyr for at least four years now, there was no way she was going to be considered lazy or anything now!

"It's certainly a pleasure to meet you, Illia, although as endearing as I find your rather unique titles for myself and my Voluspath, they are really unnecessary. Of course, Volupsath wouldn't mind if you continued. By all means, continue to stroke her ego."

"Oh! Alright then Miss-- er, Brylorea," Illia blushed slightly. No one had ever told her that her titles weren't necessary, most seemed to take them in stride and it pleased them to be mentioned in such a fashion; though then again it was easier on the Candidate all the same. After all, with all her chores and other duties she generally overwhelmed herself with it sometimes got to be a bit difficult to remember who she called what, which meant that some individuals really had various different names. "But if the Mistress Goldendawn doesn't mind it I would indeed like to continue addressing her as such a marvelous Queen is worthy..."

"No, no, really, Illia, if you need the help, I certainly won't hesitate to offer it. After all, it will be I who will be assisting you in Threadfall someday, if you Impress."

The 'if' in the Goldrider's statement stung slightly, despite the fact Illia had grown to accept the fact she hadn't really been to a hatchling's standards over many different hatchings. She had come to suspect that she was among the individuals that had stayed Candidates for time that was a bit longer than average, thus had taken to overburdening herself in order to try and make up for it. Though, at the same time, there were instances where she yearned to feel the bond dragon and rider possessed.

That was really what had compelled her to take to the young Flame Kagen, Aedan, when the small creatures were first discovered to be decent pets, and also what caused her to accept being pulled to the Firelizard hatching where she bonded with the Barred Firelizard, whom she named Frea. Though, speaking of which she had to get back to the two soon. They had been both sound asleep on her cot when she left, but they were probably awake by now...

"And don't mind Voluspath too much, she's a big softie on the inside."

"Well... alright then, if you insist... I suppose it would be easier if we both carried it..." She still sounded a bit hesitant on the manner, despite Brlorea's reassurings, but she did manage a slight smile in the direction of the Goldrider and her dragon.

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