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Post by Flame on Oct 16, 2011 15:36:29 GMT -8
Z'law was more comfortable. it was in the fall that Jazz had gotten sick, and she was better now. He could go about his business. He had to deal with something. Shannon had grabbed him and told him about the HAD's they needed training, but there was one Desini. Tarith? Get Desini and her's here. Now. I'll be in the small dining room. Tell her there's food.
The silver dragon raised his head and looked towards where Desini and her black where. Desini? Sparanorth? Please come to the Dining Hall. Mine would like to speak with you Desini, and you Spar, need to speak with me for a bit. You aren't in trouble. Tell Shannon that I asked for you. Well Z'law did. his voice was calm as he waited for her reaction.
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Post by FlameLazy on Oct 17, 2011 0:40:58 GMT -8
Shannon looked up as the young woman came up to her. She nodded. "Go on. Tell him i said hello." she said softly, watching her. She looked at the clase behind Desi. "Well? Is there something interesting up here? Keep on working. Weyrling Desini, go ahead. she told the girl. Someday Desini might understand. She had to get control now. It wasn't fair that the newer Weyrlings were being treated a bit easier, but the Weeping Wing clutch had troubles and she had to fix them. She waited for the girl to leave.
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Post by Flame on Oct 17, 2011 10:42:09 GMT -8
Z'law was sitting with the large black dragonet that he called his. As far as he could tell she was mute, and infertile, but she might surprise him. Luckly speaking with her meant emotions, and pictures. Which was easy for the well trained HAD. He watched Desini as she moved. He could see her mother in her. Or at least he thought he could.
He waited for her to speak, she looked... angry? He smiled a little. "Sit. This isn't about Shannon's shakedown, or you in trouble. I've heard recently that you are on a search for your father. Being that you were originally Istan, and I happen to be free, and know most from Istan, I'd thought I'd help." he said softly, watching her carefully. His face was guarded.
"Do you know anything about your mother?" he asked calmly, watching her. Outside Tarith lowered his head to look at the playful black. Peace, young one. I told you i'd teach you how to deal with your rider when she's unconscious. As your rider's a HAD, you can still talk with your rider, if they are conscious just not able to wake up. And before you say that's impossible, it's true. Your going to pretend i'm your's and we'll see if you can find the way in that won't damage me, but will let you talk to me. How's that? And if you do well you can teach Ennoth. really the silver was tring to distract the black. He knew how easy it was to listen in on your rider twenty four seven. That was good for normal dragons, but HAD's already have strong bonds with their dragons. He remembered when he'd been taught how to do what she was doing. He'd nearly broke the dragon that was teaching him, but she'd been a green... He hrumfed softly as he layed his head down, and closed his eyes, 'shutting off' his higher systems.
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Post by Flame on Oct 17, 2011 11:58:07 GMT -8
The older man nodded listening."But it was a search." he said softly, more to himself. The silver outside touched his might lightly. He could hear the dragons around him. Dianath was currently chatting with Plal, the only bronze from Athenath's second clutch. He could hear black Dullarth and silver Fayth, as well as Red Wrath. He smiled a little as the black dragonet at his side thrashed slightly. He looked over at her, and her eyes whirled a deep red. He sighed reaching out and touching her lightly. She sent him an image of him in all black, with a black cloak sitting at the end of a long wooden table in an ornate chair. He had black gloves on with the golden Feris on his shoulder, and the bronze Poet above him on the chair. He had one leg over one of the arms. You see me as a bad guy huh? he said making sure the girl couldn't read it.
"Loriani. I knew her." he said softly, bairling keeping his suprise at the name from showing, and some of his emotions leaked out. He'd liked Loriani, and obviously she hadn't liked him. Now that he could place the face, he could see that the girl was obviously like her mother, at least in looks. "I ask because I have a few facts that you don't. Loriani's green rose once that year. We weren't sure why, but the only dragon to catch her in the year that you were born was Tarith." he said calmly. The bronze flit suddenly popped into being next to him, and curled around his neck. He stopped for a second, going introverted. The bronze flit twittered softly.
"I asked X'lan to confirm it... I'm... Your father." That was difficult. The bronze squeeked at him in annoyance, then got up, and slipped down to the table, and walked up to her, touching her hand with his, and squeeking like an idiot.
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