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Post by abbott on Mar 25, 2011 8:40:55 GMT -8
He sat in absolute silence, staring down at his mug of klah. He had barely touched the drink, preferring to watch the liquid swirl every time he nudged it to the side. It made a low grating sound when he pushed the mug across the table, tugging a small smile from the normally serious Bronzerider. He enjoyed the window of solitude he’d managed to snag in a time like this. The place was still new to him, having just been transferred over from Southern Weyr; he didn’t really know why himself, but he had quickly taken the opportunity. Perhaps, he just wanted out from the old life and start anew. Either way, he was trapped here with a sea of unknown faces, save for a speckle few who he had glanced on a regular basis. Sighing, he leaned back against the chair, crossed his ankles and stared ahead of him at the few people milling in and out of the Dining Hall. He’d worn a simple white shirt with a tunic over it that day; C’ran always seemed to fancy the simple over the complex. He just couldn’t see the reason why he had to run around with fancy outfits all day long when he could just as well cover himself up with something as plain as his white shirt. Of course, C’ran didn’t really like looking at anything too many intricate designs; he really didn’t like donning such silly clothes. Turning his mug, he looked up and out of the window at the bronze nestled out in the sun. The dragon seemed please, with his green faceted eyes half closed, his wings partially open and his head placed contently on his forearms. The bronze was not the biggest one of his kind, but he wasn’t a small pint either. He had a strong, robust form with a large pair of wings that C’ran admired himself. He always did like flying over anything else.
Finally, after what seemed like forever with him playing with his klah, he peered down and took a drink, pausing only when Olariath spoke. The sun’s nice and warm. I like spring time. It was a simple comment of observation and C’ran placed his mug down on the table, quirked his eyebrow up and nearly chuckled to himself. It wasn’t easy to make the bronzerider laugh and not many had managed to get him to do so, save for his bronze. C’ran’s sense of humor was more sarcastic than humorous and something that not everyone enjoyed, save for the people who had a humor that was similar to his own. He had a sharp tongue and his serious personality had the habit of scaring a few people off. So, he had a very narrow idea on how things were supposed to be and his views on women riding greens. Here at his new home, C’ran decided to be a bit more reserved on his own viewpoints, and so he had kept quiet for the majority of his stay here. For now, any way.
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Post by Flame on Mar 25, 2011 9:09:27 GMT -8
A young woman, with light hair, and green eyes moved into the dinning hall. Her blue shirt, marked her as a harper, though the harp over her shoulder seemed to show this as well. It was early. She could see outside the dragons, and she couldn't deal with them at this point. She was terrified. It was not normal for her. Her entire life she'd loved dragons, but now... only 6 years after loosing her dragon she was still alone, still scared. She couldn't handle greens. Expecially the larger ones. They... terrified her.
She moved carefully to get her food, and head towards the back of the building. On her way she knocked into a table where a rider was sitting. She jumped back, her Klah and food spilled over her and across the table. "Oh! Shards. I'm sorry." she cried out, putting the plate down, and grabbing a few napkins. |
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Post by abbott on Mar 25, 2011 9:30:15 GMT -8
He’d been thinking of other things, his mind somewhere away from the Dining Hall; though he quietly stared out of the window at Olariath, his mind cranked out thoughts one after another. It was calming to just sit down and allow his mind to mull things over at a more reasonable pace. C’ran somewhat regretted volunteering to be relocated to this Weyr, having little to do with the people here, but it was too late to back up. Perhaps, he had come here in hopes to make better use of himself, and just keep himself busy. He clicked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, turning his concentration from his bronze to a few of the other riders.
The sudden jolt of his table down followed quickly by a cup of klah and a bowl of food spraying on his table made him scoot back in vain. He hissed at woman angrily, glaring at her and back down at his white shirt. Speckles of liquid spotted his shirt, further drawing a frown on his lips. Olariath lifted his head and looked towards his rider’s direction, his eyes a swirling yellow when the flash of alarm from C’ran had shaken him from his nap. Stupid woman spilled her drink all over my shirt. He angrily replied to Olariath, who ended up chuckling at his rider. Ignoring the soft laughs from his dragon, he stood up, reached out and tugged the napkins out of her hand and proceeded to wipe his shirt, muttering darkly to himself as he tried to take the stain off. The attempt was useless, of course, as the drink had seeped well into his attire and now left a sizable mark on the once crisp white outfit. “Watch where you’re going next time.” His voice was a low tenor and filled with prickles. He was used to snapping at people, being a rather prickly person, and the frown lines on his face clearly indicated that he wasn’t the happiest person out there. Drawing his eyes from his shirt to the blonde haired woman, he rose his brow up and seemed intent on staring her down. She was a Harper from the livery she wore as well as the harp strapped on her back; he knew only the basics of it, having had a Harper for a father. Dropping back down into his seat and thus pulling his attention away from her, he pushed his mug aside, refusing to drink a spoiled klah.
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Post by Flame on Mar 25, 2011 9:44:29 GMT -8
The small blond refused to be flustered and grabbed more napkins to clean up the table, her movement swift and easy. She'd seen the bronze outside but refused to notice it fully. She was jumpy around every dragon. Didn't help that she'd been kidnapped by a bronze rider.
She bobbed her head as she finished putting the large wad of napkins on her plate and looking at him. His staire didn't bother her, and she watched right back. "Yes Sir. Will do." she said quickly. She'd almost called him Bronze Rider, as if she was a Rider herself, but she wasn't about to try that. "If you want I can get you another cup of Klah." |
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Post by abbott on Mar 31, 2011 9:26:02 GMT -8
He lifted his brow when she went about cleaning the table, but said nothing. He watched her for a few more minutes before he dropped his gaze to his drink. He’d been hoping to drink more, of course, until she had spilled her drink and food inside his. When she had offered to get another cup, he blinked and peered up. Though he said nothing, his expression held a distinctly thoughtful look to it, as if her inquiry needed to be mulled over before coming to a final conclusion. Pushing his own cup further away from him, he nodded leaned back, crossed his ankles and nodded his head. “Fine.” His tone was softer, as if C’ran was restraining the snarl that surely wanted to come out, but instead it came out in a soft, but strained tone. He’d decided that he’d come here to this Weyr to have a better control over his strict, snarky personality. Without another look at the girl, he shifted his glance outside where Olariath proceeded to flip his wings as the dragon shifted to lay on his other side. The bronze seemed too content in the sun to open his eyes and look in the direction of his short-tempered rider.
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Post by Flame on Mar 31, 2011 9:39:38 GMT -8
The young woman watched him waiting. This she could do. Deal with people. She was a Harper. She could do it well. She watched him carefully until he spoke. ”Good.” she said glancing outside to see the bronze dragon, she looked down and continued to go get the klah. He was a jerk, that was for sure. She refused to think about his bronze. She refused to see this bronze, or really understand any riders. She didn’t deserve a dragon. Barkth had died, and it didn’t matter any more. She got the klah and walked back putting it down next to him. ”If you want sweetener, you should get that yourself.” she said, forcing herself to calm down. She was angry and she didn’ tknow why. Just then a group of firelizards swopped past the bronze rider, filling the window with many colors.
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