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Post by Flame on Jul 18, 2011 13:54:29 GMT -8
 
We have incoming mine! came Dianath’s cry as she came to the edge of the weyr and watched the fall of the Silver. She lifted off easily and laned beside the female silver with a daintiness that most wouldn’t expect of the largest gold on pern. Athenath was right behind her. I am Athenath. The senior Queen of Darkened Weyr. Why are you here? What is your and your’s name? The small queen watched with a wariness that showed her agitation. It was just days after her rising, and she was edgy. She sniffed the dragon. What is a benden silver doing here? she snarled, a growl rising to her lips.
Dianath’s tail came around and slapped hersister’s head. Ignore her. I’m Dianath. She’s in a bad mood. As usual. Eggs tend to do that to her. Aren’t you a bit small to be flying?” the gold moved easily to inspect the silver dragon babie. Hm. She sniffed her softly. Do shut up Athenath. I’m perfectly aloud to hit my twin when she’s being an ass. there was obvioiusly an argument going on as Dianath inspected the silver.
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Post by Flame on Jul 18, 2011 14:12:01 GMT -8
Welcome to Darkened Weyr then, young Felmanth! She said softly, the large good rumbling as she did so. Dianath liked this young one. With her… slurring of words. She chirped softly as her sister growled and flitted off. And there she goes. Well welcome. Mine is currently working with our new Weyrleader on a few things. Tinkerings and such. Getting the weyr prefect, though they’ll both be down soon. Tell me about yourself young rider. she turned her attention on the rider. Her human green eyes watching him. Unlike most dragons she and her sister and unswirling eyes, they were solid, except when under extream stress or emotion. Her puple whidened as she eyed the sivler rider. A male on a female. Interesting.
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Post by Flame on Jul 19, 2011 6:09:05 GMT -8
The large gold humfed as she caught site of her small rider, coming out into the bowl. Weyrwoman Lokin approaches. she said simply, keeping a large green eye on her rider, and turning her attention back on the pair. She looked the silver over before starting to lick off the mud. I and my sister flew at eight months. She to rise, me to keep an idiot from catching her. Galeth actually. You at least, my friend, have a few months more on us.
Lokin came up easily and looked over the new one. She’d heard his last comment. ”Well no worries about us chasing you away. Welcome to Darkened Weyr.” she said with a smile, glancing at V’ktor as if asking for help with the name. Because Dianath was still cleaning the smaller silver’s muzzle off, spitting out the mud, but cleaning.
 STATUS # Good FEATURING # Dianath, Athenath, Sadrith, Lokin and V’ktor ATTIRE # Something WORD COUNT # Something NOTES # they are cute. xD CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by jaenelle on Jul 19, 2011 7:08:12 GMT -8
Tyranith's head snapped up at the call to incoming. He had been quite depressed for the last few days and had just resently allowed the world to see him again. The Rise had taken quite an emotional toll on the bronze, his hurt coming from not losing, but being disapproved of...
The bronze got too his feet, shaking out his green-tarnished wings. L'civer gave him a look from where he was, working on a small lap harp. He had been commisioned to create a child-sized harp for one of the cotholder's boys, and it was causing more trouble than it should have. He was covered in wood shaving and glue, with the little blue Songbird playing in the shavings at his feet.
Incoming dragon, Mine. I wish to see who it is. The bronze launched off the ledge and flew to the Weyr bowl, not waiting for an answer. He saw the group of dragon, gold, silver and bronze, as he made his desent. He landed lightly and folded his wings with care. He walked up to the group, a little afraid that they were going to yell at him.
The tinged-bronze cocked his head a bit and studdied the silver, eyes widening as he figured out who she was. He stayed a respectful distence from the Dianath, who was cleaning up the silver. How had she gotten so muddy? Is that you, Felmath? His voice a bit more hesitant than he would have liked. He had seen the silver around at Benden, but never had the chance to really talk. He waited quietly, hoping that he had not done something stupid to offend anyone. |
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