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Post by Flame on Aug 11, 2011 13:55:45 GMT -8
 
Lokin was sitting near the edge of her Weyr, a bench near the opening where the dragons could leave. She had a harp on her thighs, and she was strumming quietly to herself. Keeping herself calm. The blue dress draped around her. She still wasn’t showing that she was pregnant, and she kept to herself still either way. Her blond hair was falling around her shoulders and down her back, and her eyes closed as she payed full attention to the music coming from the instrument in her hands.
Cooing from farther in the weyr was the larger of her twin dragons. Dianath hummed along. The head bobbed, from side to side, and added her own voice, vocally. She cooed to her rider as Lokin played, the two lost in the music, both sad and happy. The emotions that had been going through both rider and dragon. Down below, in the Sands, Athenath watched over her brood of eggs, knowing they were so close to clutching. So close. She hummed over them, to the same toon her rider was playing, all three listening to the music. It was nonsence, no recognizable tune, just… sound. Then first starting out soft, then letting her voice ring out, the sound in the weyr just perfect, she'd made sure she'd chosen a weyr that had good acustics
My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day
Against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the prize is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you'll never live it twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life
If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day
If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life
Let nothin' stand in your way
Cause the hands of time are never on your side
If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day
Her voice stopped leaving the last note to ring out, then she dropped her hands from her harp, it balanced on her legs as she took a deep breath. Her eyes opened, though she didn't move.
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Post by Flame on Aug 11, 2011 18:43:11 GMT -8
Lokin looked over at V’ktor. Her blue eyes more relaxed than she had been in a while. Things were coming into place. V’ktor was around, where as V’riy hadn’t been. Dianath was happy, and not depressed like she’d been since Athenath’s rise. Athenath was warm on the sands, refusing to let anyone besides Lokin, and Lilly near the eggs that wasn’t a dragon. And even then she’d snap at the dragons who she didn’t want to close. Dianath and Sadrith were the only two safe ones really. And Tarith, but he was to big to get into the sands easily, especially in the back.
Lokin put the harp beside her and stood up, moving carefully, more so than usual. Dianath grumbled softly as her rider moved around her towards V’ktor. Dianath seemed relaxed, unusual for her. The big dragon turned a bit to the side, rumbling a bit more before she shut up. ”Do you always pay attention to the tack that well?” she asked putting a hand on his shoulder.
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Post by Flame on Aug 13, 2011 18:42:20 GMT -8
Lokin had to smile. It had been three (almost four) months and STILL she found his flippy hair thing adorable. Dianath chuf sounded like laughter, and she ignored it as the gold wiggled deeper into her sand. But otherwise keeping silent. ”I know only enough leather work to make sure I can make a harp case, and keep my own tack from falling apart, so this look’s very impressive.” she said as she sat down next to him, finding the chair more comfortable than standing. Though usually she liked standing, she put it down to her pregnancy and didn’t ask questions.
”I’d like to see his work someday. If what you say is true.” there was something slightly teasing in her voice, as she let her smile travel to her eyes. She was comfortable here. To her he meant safty, though Dianath scoffed at the idea that a mear male human could keep her safe, it was a relief to the twins as well.
She blushed slightly, glancing away to cover it up. ”Thank you.” she didn’t mention that her cousin Kaycy put her to shame. With ease. She was no master singer, or player, sometimes she wondered if maybe they only let her be a harper because it was something keeping her alive. She looked at him as he spoke again. ”Yes… and no. It’s a different kind of responsibility, and it was an escape. It’s the same amount of work, Harpers are responsible for teaching all pern, I’m responsible for making sure the Weyr can protect pern. I just went from one kind of responsibility to another.” she hoped he didn’t notice her escape word there, but she doubted she’d be that lucky.
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Post by Flame on Aug 17, 2011 7:37:11 GMT -8
Lokin chuckled. ”Well I have a lot of cousins. So we’re equal.” she said simply. It was true, she did. She was an only child, but her best friend was Kaycy, a harper and a cousin. She grew silent as she thought about her friend. The man was dark, and rather, feminine, really, but he was a good man. Smart, quick, and had a great love of music. In her mind Kaycy was a much better singer than her, though he argued against her on that one. She pulled her mind away from Kaycy, and back to V’ktor. Expecially when he caught the word ‘escape’. Damn. She knew he wasn’t going to let this one go. So she bent to the inevitable
”Do you remember… um… eight years ago? There was a loss of a green dragon? Small, young, bairly out of weyrlinghood? At ista.” Dianath’s head came up and she growled, her green eyes starting to whirl a bit, the black iris disappearing. Red and yellow started to appear in her usually perfect green eyes. Don’t, Dianath… He… needs to know. dianath whined, she could feel the pain again. She didn’t LIKE seeing her rider in pain, or feeling it. But you shouldn’t have to tell it! Lokin shifted uncomfortably, as her eyes went distant, remembering that day, and the day’s around it. It’s been eight years Dianath, I can deal with it. the gold’s growl cut off but she was taunt, ready to do something, though what she wasn’t sure. She couldn’t exactly grab her rider and fly off like when she was smaller, and Lokin was right. ”That was my dragon. Barkth. A little spitfire green, she back talked the queens often.” that memory brought a smile to her face. The first time Barkth had back talked to her mother was right out of the egg. I can find my OWN rider mother! the gold had been trying to get the small green clean, but of course, the green had been rude, and then chosen Lokin, of all things. That had been a happy time, even Kaycy had been happy for her.
”It was… a… training accident. A blue came out… f-flaminging.” her breath caught and she closed her eyes, her hands in fists on her thighs. She could feel the tears. A blue came out flaming to close to Barkth, her head and neck were engulfed, but she was alive long enough for Tarith and Z’law to transport mine off to the dieing green’s back. Barkth went between. Dianath’s voice took up the story, deciding she was going to have to help. Her eyes had gone back to the green, and were solid. She locked one big eye on V’ktor. Mine was broken. They kept her at the Weyr long enough to assure she wasn’t going to die, and then they sent her back to Harper Hall, where she was born and raised. But her family didn’t know what to do with a broken girl. Bairly fifteen at that. Only her cousin, Kaycy was able to get near her, and stop her from trying to follow Barkth. the way the gold said Barkth was a bit reverent. Her rider’s first dragon. That made the green special. It took a year before she’d leave her room, Kaycy took care of her. Then he got her interested in music. The harp and voice especially. He managed to get her attention, and keep it with the music. She found an escape through music. She doesn’t like greens. You may not notice, but she really doesn’t like them anymore. Mine was searched against her will, and even had to ride a dragon, though they were kind enough to have a blue get her, she doesn’t hold a grudge against blues. Just greens. Athenath and I chose her because she will be needed. Dianath rumbled softly her green eye locked on V’ktor, as her rider silently cried, the memories flooding back. Dianath wouldn’t comfort this time.
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Post by Flame on Aug 27, 2011 11:24:48 GMT -8
Dianath watched carefully. Athenath had reacted, but it had been a quick chopped growl then it had been cut off by Dianath telling the story. Athenath was less protective, though it was a bad idea to ask Lokin any questions about greens around the gold. Dianath humfed softly as she watched her rider now.
Lokin did start when V’ktor touched her, she had forgotten him, lost in the memories that came with the telling. Usually Dianath or Athenath would sweep them away, but Dianath was refusing, and Athenath was following her sisters lead. She agreed with their reasoning, at least later she would. Right now it hurt. But it stilled a little when V’ktor held her to him, asking her to stop crying.
She did try. ”It-t’sss o-o-k. If-f-f I-I d-don’t-t-t c-cr-ry, I g-get m-m-more h-hurt.” it didn’t exactly make sence and Dianath rolled her eyes. You did not cause the pain Rider V’ktor. It’s been there. Some pain can only be fixed among loved ones. lokin nodded to Dianath’s words, trying to control her breathing. It was jagged and off kilter. She closed her eyes tight wishing for anything different, and to stop crying. She focused on his smell. Trying to remind herself that he cared. After all he was here. He knew a story that V’riy had never been told, and she closed her eyes. She was so tired.
After a bit she managed to stop crying enough to start hiccupping, though she hated them, as they hurt a bit. And pretty much anything that hurt meant she was going to end up throwing up soon. She hated morning sickness. It wasn’t always in the morning. But at least this time there was no trouble with that. ”I’m…. sorry that…. You had to hear…. That. I… am greatful you… listened though.” she murmured through hiccups.
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Post by Flame on Aug 28, 2011 12:13:38 GMT -8
Dianath rumbled in amusment, her deep laughter filling the weyr. She liked V’ktor. He stood up to here where only Lokin would. Even Z’law bowed to her. Probably because she could squish everyone. She moved her head close, touched her rider’s hair, and then moved out of the Weyr. She didn’t care if she touched V’ktor, she just wanted to touch her’s. Lokin felt herself relax as V’ktor comforted her. She reminded herself that she was afe now, and that it wouldn’t happen again. Both twins were careful at what they did, and how they did it. Though she didn’t think the bad dreams would go away.
She took the juice giving him a long look, as if worried, before she took a deep breath, held it and drank some of the juice. She exhailed and then burped, suprising herself. Her blue eyes got big as she realized she’d done something rather embarising. ”S-sorry.” she muttered. She didn’t mean to cry herself sick… she just knew it wasn’t good for the Weyr to see her crying, so she didn’t. Though she’d heard from X’lan that if she dind’t start taking care of herself he was going to refuse to let her do anything. And he’d just make sure V’ktor, and Remi, and Z’law all knew that she wasn’t supposed to do anything. She knew that he overruled her if she was sick, or pregnant, so she tried to… didn’t always work. She’d spent the last two years fixing the weyr, just stepping back wasn’t easy.
She leaned her head back against V’ktor’s chest. ”I did cry a lot… It was… hard. Kaycy was always there though, and X’lan…. Well when he was Xilan. Z’law was afraid to come around, being that he was the one who got me off… her.” she wasn’t able to say Barkth, but she wasn’t crying, she was just trying to tell what she could of the story. ”I don’t want to see that happen to anyone.” she murmured
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Post by Flame on Sept 4, 2011 12:59:11 GMT -8
Lokin gave him a mock glare. ”Yes but burping in public is embarrassing. At least for me.” she muttered, before he kissed her forhead. She smiled a little happy to have his warmth and strength near her. She was starting to understand Lilly’s desire for strength and warmth in her mate. It was a comfort. Not that she physically needed it, but it was a comfort to her. She figured she was weird.
She looked up. ”Some would wonder why I’d still like Z’law, being that he’s the one who dragged me off Barkth, but I can’t blame him. It was a HAD’s reaction to the pain. He’s formitable because he has to be. He’s a powerful HAD, and can read your thoughts through your dragons if he really wants to. He’s not so scary when he’s being funny.” she said softly. ”And never underestimate X’lan. He is young, but he’s smart, as is his twin. They both could have dragon’s I’m sure if they wanted it. But his twin didn’t want it. I’ll never understand why.” she said thoughtfully, as she leaned into his warmth, enjoying it.
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