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Author Topic: Avoiding Responsibility [04.06.2590 - 10am] - Open  (Read 472 times)

Offline Elremmiria

Avoiding Responsibility [04.06.2590 - 10am] - Open
« on: April 29, 2017, 09:45:18 AM »
The slim dark form of Miria moved around the shaded parts of the main door of the Miner's Hall. She wasn't about to get caught up in dealing with her family again, and personally, she thought it was strange to not be with the Weyr, though she understood why. There was work to be done, she just wanted nothing to do with it. She was a small girl, what help could she possibly be? She'd spent the last forever carrying things, back and forth, sometimes getting yelled at by the adults for no reason. She was done!

The bronze flit clinging to the walls above her, supposed to be a look out, crooned at her as he felt her irritation at the idea that she should become nothing more than a drudge. Daddy would not have made her do that! Truthfully he probably would have, but for Miria, her father was the one who had brought the sun. She stopped as some people passed by, crouching in the shadow, greatful for her darker clothing. If she could just get outside.
« Last Edit: April 29, 2017, 10:28:28 AM by SirAlahn »

Offline Nealros

Re: Avoiding Responsibility [04.06.2590 - 10am] - Open
« Reply #1 on: May 15, 2017, 04:46:21 PM »
When his schedule allowed, Nealros lended himself and Rossk to the construction of the wall. This was one such morning. The holder was kitted out in some of his rougher clothing, things he didn’t mind got dirty. His wher sported a pair of goggles meant to shield the light from his eyes and his usual harness had been traded for one with many more attachments. Rossk was a large creature, good for hauling some of the heavier loads, and the extra clasps he bore meant he could be hooked up to multiple carts.

Per his usual habits, he was getting to work late. Most of the miners started before dawn, but dawn was usually when he finally found sleep. A few scant hours of naptime meant he was in his usual foul mood and the smell on his breath suggested he’d opted to continue drinking rather than suffer the hangover.

Rossk was the one that alerted his bonded to a figure ahead, someone hiding. The Brown’s paranoid nature had a low growl building in his throat and Nealros had to set a hand on his shoulder to still him. “Easy,” he advised quietly.

Raising his voice to address whoever was lurking, Neal shouted out, “Come out, whoever you are. My wher doesn’t like it when people sneak around, I can’t promise he won’t hurt you if you continue.”

Offline Elremmiria

Re: Avoiding Responsibility [04.06.2590 - 10am] - Open
« Reply #2 on: May 15, 2017, 09:11:03 PM »
It would be Miria's luck that one of her cousins would find her. And one that Miria wasn't ever clear on how he felt. Miria knew about him, and, as she was part of the little, Wher Butcher family, knew that he had more power than her at the moment. She eyed his wher, but it was her flit that gave her away. Guardian trilled at the brown Wher, and quickly came out of hiding, ignoring the annoyed swearing coming from his bonded, as the dark clad girl came out from the shadows and into the bright light.

"Nealros, Rossk."

Her tone was more neutral than was probably good for her, but at the moment, she was pretty sure she was about to get in trouble for trying to hide and not having to work. Things that everyone in her dumb family seemed to be focused on. Why did she have to lift more stupid things? It wasn't like she wanted to spend much time outside anyways. Wher's didn't like the light. Well most of them. Rossk seemed ok with his goggles.

Her gaze flicked from the wher to his master, and back. There was that desire to have a wher. The desire to touch, hold and work with those odd beasts. Loyal to only her. That would be the dream, as she sent a rather nasty look at the flit that was currently on the ground near the wher, sniffing at him.

"Going to help with the wall?"

Play it cool, Miria, play it cool.

Offline Nealros

Re: Avoiding Responsibility [04.06.2590 - 10am] - Open
« Reply #3 on: May 16, 2017, 06:05:47 PM »
The firelizard that appeared looked familiar enough for Nealros’s guard to drop. He wasn’t sure who he was or who he belonged to, but likely it was family and that deserved some measure of respect. His shift in attitude had Rossk relaxing, too, albeit the wher’s natural state wasn’t exactly docile. The Brown was always ready for a fight, even if he didn’t outwardly show all of the signs.

Quiet curses followed the firelizard’s appearance, the voice light and feminine enough for all assumptions of a threat to disappear. Out of the darkness appeared one of his cousins and Nealros rolled his eyes in an irritated way. “Figures it’d be you.” He didn’t have any especially close friendships to his extended family, but he still knew to tolerate them. The timing for her behavior was bad, however, and that was likely where his irritation came from.

She was still young, though, and it wasn’t his place to lecture. Nevermind he’d been married at her age with his first wher, many fights under his belt and just as many addictions. Since threadfall had stopped it seemed kids were staying kids for a little longer and Nealros supposed that was an okay thing.

“Yeah,” he said loftily, opting to follow her casual lead, “We’re about to head out. Wanna come along? You can ride Rossk.” The Brown was no fan of screaming children but if they were quiet and didn’t move too fast, he didn’t mind them. That aside, he knew with his work gear on that there were tasks to be complete and that put him in a better state of mind. A wher with a job was a content, even happy creature. To his credit, the big beast was even tolerating the firelizard’s inspection, responding only with a dull huff that blew hot air toward Guardian.

Offline Elremmiria

Re: Avoiding Responsibility [04.06.2590 - 10am] - Open
« Reply #4 on: May 16, 2017, 09:58:43 PM »
Miria was glad she wasn't being lectured. She watched her cousin. She was the youngest in the family. Oddly she didn't get the lion share of the attention. That wasn't her worry really. She'd rather be forgotten. She wanted a Wher though. Getting to have one of the beautiful creatures all to her own would be amazing.

She would settle for a dragon as well, but that wasn't something she'd ever vocalize. Her eyes watched him, curious. She knew he'd been married by her age, but she was greatful she didn't have to deal with some idiot boy. Maybe it was because she was the baby, but some of her other siblings were similarly unmarried. She was only 11 after all.

Her gaze turned to the brown. An offer to ride Rossk? That was very hard to turn town. The issue with it was having to work. A quick glance at her flit, which seemed to be pleased with the warm breath from the brown. He returned the breath before returning to her shoulder, his tail wrapping around her long black locks. She nodded.

"Sure. He won't mind? I'll try not to be heavy."

Miria wasn't as savy about the wher's as she'd like to be. She knew her father wanted nothing to do with the Whers, or her aunt's family. Now they had no choice, and she enjoyed the creatures. She wanted a gold, like her aunts, but she doubted she'd ever be that lucky. Maybe she'd get two! That would be cool. Her uncle had gotten two. Maybe she'd get to try next time. She moved carefully forward, towards her cousin and his Wher. She wasn't dumb, she knew to approach a wher carefully.

Offline Nealros

Re: Avoiding Responsibility [04.06.2590 - 10am] - Open
« Reply #5 on: May 17, 2017, 04:27:43 PM »
“Just don’t scream or anything.” Nealros tugged Rossk’s lead, giving it a successive series of yanks that the wher knew meant he needed to kneel and wait. The heavy Brown dropped to his knees with a resigned grunt. He was slow as ever in the movement so Nealros held his hand up to Elremmiria, motioning for her to wait.

“Alright, come here and be predictable. Don’t bounce, don’t do anything unexpected. This guy behaves best when everything is boring.” Nealros ushered her forward all while feeding soothing thoughts to his wher. The Brown was eager to work but was forever obedient toward his handler in situations like these. If he sensed any nervousness from Neal it could spell disaster, so the holder adopted his usual cool facade.

“We don’t go near the wall, we’ll just be helping with hauling material to the next post. You can help me hitch him to the wagons but don’t worry, he does all of the heavy lifting.” The miners and smiths had grudgingly accepted Nealros’s help. Rossk was a big, strong wher with an unchallenged work ethic. So despite his handler’s tendency to be less than reliable, the crafters would take what they could get.

He patted the groove of Rossk’s shoulder blade, behind his neck and just in front of his tattered, useless and tiny wings. If his cousin looked like she had trouble getting up, he’d offer her a foothold in the form of his cupped hands.

Offline Elremmiria

Re: Avoiding Responsibility [04.06.2590 - 10am] - Open
« Reply #6 on: May 17, 2017, 06:23:59 PM »
Miria found herself excited. Riding a Wher? She didn't get to often. Usually she'd bother her mother's Wher, but not for long, as the Wher was dedicated to her mother. Beyond that, she watched from the sidelines. Someday she'd have her own. She waited as Nealros held out his hand to stop her. Guardian wrapped his tail around her neck, and secured himself with his claws, hunkering down on her shoulder, a dragon shaped pauldren on her thin form.

A quick nod was followed by measured steps. She was excited, but not stupid. There was no way she wanted to piss off a wher. She'd seen the fights. She knew what they could do to one another, she didn't want to find out what would happen to her.

"That sounds fun."

Miria managed to make it sound not upset. Still work. But at least she'd be working with a Wher, which was a plus compaired to the last three days. Her shoulders ached. And Guardian was just as tired of helping her lift stones, or buckets, or what ever they were told to fetch.

With a mentally practiced movement, she barely managed to make it onto the brown's back, and tried to stay still, while he figured out his balance. Her flit chirped softly, as if curious as to what was going on. At least they were doing something different. They both thrived off of new experiences. Nothing but her father had ever been solid in her life, never changing. She'd grown use it, and she wasn't sure she wanted it to stay that way.

She watched Nealros, for any sign she was doing things wrong. She didn't want to upset Rossk.

Offline Nealros

Re: Avoiding Responsibility [04.06.2590 - 10am] - Open
« Reply #7 on: May 18, 2017, 06:45:51 PM »
If the Brown noticed additional weight added to his back, he made no response to it. She was lighter than most of the carts he pulled and was a feather compared to the feeling of another wher plowing into him. At Nealros’s signal the wher pushed himself back up with the same slow, prodding motion.

“You can hold on to these,” Neal tapped the crisscrossing bits of strap that made up Rossk’s harness. “Don’t be afraid to grip hard if you get jostled, he’s used to having it tugged around. If you fall he might not notice, though, and I can’t promise he won’t step on you or drag the cart over you.” His tone didn’t have much in the way of actual concern. He was forever detached, apathetic, but nonetheless playing protector to this girl that he claimed kinship to.

With that advice, Nealros snapped his fingers and began to lead Rossk once more toward the gate. The Brown lumbered along. He wasn’t the smoothest ride but his back was broad enough that Miria wouldn’t easily fall off. The workers at the gate received them with raised eyebrows, but let them pass nonetheless. Into the daylight they went.

The morning air was fresh and not entirely choked yet by the humidity of the jungle. Nealros still squinted at the sudden onslaught of bright sunshine, something he was sure he’d never get used to, but his wher was blissfully unaffected. “I’m sure you know the rules out here?” The question was rhetorical and even if she admitted uncertainty, he wasn’t going to spell out further guidelines. They’d be working close enough the base of the mountain that if trouble came, they could make a safe retreat.


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