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Author Topic: Curiosity Killed the Candidate [ 16.6.2590; 8:15 PM ] || J’hal  (Read 456 times)

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With Kalestath’s hatching looming on the horizon, Rinokan was reflecting more and more on just what it all meant. Unless something drastic changed, he’d still not be able to officially Stand, but nevertheless he hoped that the next hatching would be less disastrous than the last one. Imyth’s hadn’t exactly been the luckiest or most encouraging starts to his Candidacy. But the ex-Miner was nothing if not stubborn, and something told him that the senior Gold’s clutch would go better than Imyth’s. Even if her eggs yielded more of the mutations.

Which was an interesting prospect all on its own. It had already been proven that Neisoth wasn’t a one-off, and the Reds had hatched in a trio. Would there be more? No one knew, and opinions throughout the weyr were varied and controversial. Just as they were among the Crafters and Holders, if the news from his family was accurate—which Rinokan had no reason to doubt.

Everyone was looking to Kalestath with anticipation, to see if she threw more of the oddly colored dragons and what would happen to them.

The ones that had hatched almost a full turn before were healthy, if nothing else. Rinokan and others had thought they wouldn’t be, that they were doomed to perish early:  maybe even before adulthood. But when Rinokan emerged out into the Weyr Bowl, intending to find something to occupy his time, he was met with the sight of one of the Black weyrlings and his rider just beyond the edge of where the Weyring Barracks disappeared into the stone wall of the weyr.

No, they seemed perfectly healthy—if the size of the black beast was any indication.

It was almost an imposing sight, but Rinokan wasn’t easily cowed either. And for all his misgivings about the mutations, he had to admit that the dragon was impressive looking.

Though he knew the names of the four Black riders in the weyr—who didn’t, if they were alive and paying attention—he wasn’t sure which of the weyrlings this was:  T’veck, M’lan, or J’hal. Not especially acquainted with any of the weyrlings at all, he couldn’t be sure. But that didn’t stop Rinokan from drifting closer in a fit of impulse to address him. Something which had always been one of his faults—opening his damn mouth before considering what he was going to say.

“What’s it’s like being bonded to a Black?” A rather innocent question, but not one that would necessarily read that way to anyone else.

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Re: Curiosity Killed the Candidate [ 16.6.2590; 8:15 PM ] || J’hal
« Reply #1 on: June 24, 2017, 10:53:35 PM »
"How's that?" J'hal grunted, slipping down Lesserath's side to the hard dirt and stepping back to eyeball his handiwork.

Lesserath shook himself, settling the neck strap and extending his neck and wings. Still too tight the black rumbled, rolling his shoulders. And that buckle is sitting slightly too high, he complained as it butted up against his wish bone uncomfortably.

"For fuck sake," J'hal cursed, hauling himself up Lesserath's shoulder again, hooking an arm through the secondary strap to keep himself in place as he undid the buckle on the first. I'll have to make you another bloody strap at this rate, he grumbled, with no real heat to his words as he dropped back down to the ground, strap in hand. In truth, he was incredibly proud with his dragon for keeping up with the expected growth rate for a bronze. That had been the last hole he could loosen the strap to though. With a sigh, he reached for the hole punch again grunting with the effort to pierce the thick leather as he added another two holes to it. That done, he eyed the leather carefully. He dared not add any more than that, it was getting rather close to the end of the strap already. "Should have made it longer," he muttered to himself, using the point of the hole punch to winkle out one of the metal eyelets from further down the strap and poking them into place in the newer holes. He'd rather have a new pair, but they'd do for now since he wasn't planning on riding with them until the morning. He could find a few more before then.

Lesserath huffed dismissively, as good of an 'I told you so' as he needed to voice. Oddly enough, all of Lesserath's growth over the last month had been in his chest; he hadn't had to let the neck strap out more than twice since he'd made it, as opposed to the four or five times J'hal had adjusted the chest strap. He'd put that down to the increased amount of flying drills they'd been doing since the Weyrling riders had been allowed into the air with their dragons over a month ago. Scrawny bastard.

You'd still snap if I stepped on you, Lesserath reminded him, dropping a wing so that it almost bonked his rider on the head. We have a visitor, he added suddenly, tone turning curious as he looked down at the candidate who'd approached his rider out of the blue. Intrigued, the as yet unnamed green firelizard, who'd so far been perched between Lesserath's headknobs, dropped down to J'hal's shoulder with a warning squawk to her human.

J'hal turned, strap still in hand, flinching at the green's sharp claws digging into his shoulder just as Rinokan opened his mouth to ask a question. "What?" was his first disbelieving response as he processed just what the kid had asked, forgetting to shuck off the firelizard for the minute. What was it like? You've gotta be kidding me... he though to himself before snapping "what's it to you?" as he looked down at Rinokan. "Who the shell are you anyway?" The tiny green accompanied his accusing question with a hiss of her own, as if she were helping her human by backing him up even though J'hal was ignoring her for the moment. She hadn't been pushed off yet, so that was a triumph in itself for her.


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As of 10.2590, Lesserath is 29.84m long and 6m tall (14 months old)

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Re: Curiosity Killed the Candidate [ 16.6.2590; 8:15 PM ] || J’hal
« Reply #2 on: June 25, 2017, 01:07:16 PM »
Rinokan recognized in a vague way that his question probably came across as rude… he just didn’t care. It’d be disappointing if he didn’t get an answer to it, but he wasn’t about to waste time ingratiating himself to someone he didn’t even know. If he did get brushed off, he wouldn’t be losing much. And though maybe he should have been—other people certainly were, but he thought they were stupid—he wasn’t afraid of the Black dragons, even as big as this particular one was.

So when the weyrling questioned him, he just shrugged a shoulder. “Just curious,” he explained, as though that was a good enough reason to bother someone. And to him, it was. Rinokan had ever been subject to his own impulses. “Heard a lot about dragons like yours,” he gestured at the Black, “but I know better than to think half that shit is true.”

The second question, he supposed, did warrant an answer. It was only fair to give his name, since he’d approached the weyrling without preamble or introduction. “Name’s Rinokan,” he offered, though he didn’t offer his hand to shake like he’d been taught was polite. Something told him the other boy wouldn’t have taken it even if he had.

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Re: Curiosity Killed the Candidate [ 16.6.2590; 8:15 PM ] || J’hal
« Reply #3 on: July 19, 2017, 09:16:39 PM »
Rinokan was right about one thing: J'hal had no intention to shake hands with a stranger that had walked into he and his dragon's conversation unasked. As it was, he luckily hadn't been raised well enough to recognise the lack of Rinokan's offering as being offensive either.

Instead, he just narrowed his eyes at the candidate. Rinokan probably had heard a lot about the blacks and their riders (Weyrfolk did love something new to gossip about if nothing else) and if he'd had any marks, he'd have bet one on very little of it being good and another on much of it being ridiculous. Not that he'd exactly gone out of his way to dismiss the fantastical ideas, since a little bit of fear from others kept most of them out of his hair, but apparently not so with this one. He'd apparently decided to see the bullshit for what it was.

"Are you a candidate, Rinokan?" he asked with a slight sneer as emphasis on the boys name, instead of answering the boys question just yet. He didn't really want to at the moment. "Afraid you'll Impress one of these bastards?" he continued, gesturing over his shoulder at Lesserath leering down from above him without taking his eyes of the lad.

On cue, Lesserath gave the candidate a slight snarl, as if daring him to use that word against him. He'd let it slide from his own rider, because he knew that J'hal didn't mean it, but woe betide anyone else who tried that.
As of 10.2590, Lesserath is 29.84m long and 6m tall (14 months old)

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Re: Curiosity Killed the Candidate [ 16.6.2590; 8:15 PM ] || J’hal
« Reply #4 on: August 07, 2017, 02:00:24 AM »
People, even unpleasant ones, had never intimidated Rinokan, and they weren’t about to start now. So though the weyrling’s sneer, and his dragon’s snarl, didn’t go unnoticed, there was very little by way of visible response from the Candidate in question. Rather than rising to the bait of saying something insulting, he just shrugged a shoulder.

There was certainly something interesting to be said for being stared down by such a large and foreboding looking creature, but if anything it just made him all the more curious. Not many dragons, from what he’d learned in his time since being Searched, were actually the sort to snarl at people.

“I’m a Candidate, yeah.” No point in denying that. That was partly the source of his curiosity, after all. “But no, I ain’t afraid.” Rinokan gestured over the older man’s shoulder then, to the beast behind him. “He’s still a healthy dragon, ain’t he? Seems to me like there’s not much reason for anyone’s panties to get in a twist if that’s the case. No matter what people say.” He shrugged again. “I just want a dragon. Don’t care what color it ends up being.”

Months ago, he’d felt differently—unsure just how well the Blacks and Reds would fit into the hierarchy of the weyr. But with time, Rinokan had realized he didn’t really care. There was some value in traditions being challenged, anyway. Wasn’t that partly why he’d accepted a Search, despite being from a family known for their ties to the Minehall? Thus, it was a sentiment he could get behind, in a way.

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Re: Curiosity Killed the Candidate [ 16.6.2590; 8:15 PM ] || J’hal
« Reply #5 on: August 12, 2017, 10:11:49 AM »
On seeing that Rinokan was not about to back down despite his show of force, Lesserath gave the candidate one last lip curl before subsiding, as if Rinokan had passed some sort of test. This one is either brave, or stupid, he asserted to J’hal, snorting in Rinokan’s direction.

Blissful ignorance, maybe, J’hal agreed.

It could serve him well at a hatching. Or he might get ripped to shreds, Lesserath wondered idly, thinking back on the what he’d been told of the reds at his own hatching. They’d hatched before him, so he hadn’t seen any of it personally, but he’d been told enough to wonder whether the next hatching would be the same. Then it may not necessarily be any reds; J’hal had also complained of the scars on his chest being from his own claws when he’d claimed J’hal as his own and there were stories enough of candidates getting cut up by the other colours too.

Much though I’d like to see that, I’d rather he moved, for our sakes. More bloodshed from the newer dragon colours wouldn’t do their already bad reputation amongst the Weyrfolk any good.

At the question, or statement, about Lesserath’s obvious health, both dragon and rider huffed their agreement with the sentiment of it. Of course Lesserath was healthy. He was one of the healthiest dragons in the sharding Weyr. “‘Course ‘e is,” J’hal muttered while Rinokan went on.

The pair were silent for a second after Rinokan finished, J’hal regarding the candidate from under slightly knitted eyebrows, Lesserath looking on silently over his shoulder. They were very definitely judging the lad and made no bones about hiding the fact.

I like him, Lesserath decided. J’hal wasn’t quite so convinced yet, but with his dragons approval he was at least less inclined to tell the lad to just piss off already.

“It’s the folks who don’t think like you that make it hard,” he said after another few seconds of silence, finally deciding to at least answer the kid’s question since Rinokan didn’t seem like he was going to go away until he did. “Particularly them that feel threatened by us,” he added, turning back to the harness but keeping Rinokan well in view still. Bronzers mainly, but there were enough others that were willing to feel that them upsetting the ‘natural order’ of things by merely existing was enough of an insult to earn derision and scorn. If they’d bother to sit down and actually get to know any of the blackriders (or those in his class anyway, he couldn’t really speak for S’bok), they’d quickly find that none of them even wanted the positions of authority that the bronzeriders coveted so.

But neither do we want those same covetous bronzes telling us what to do, Lesserath pointed out. J’hal had to admit that that was likely the case also.

“You’re not Weyrbred, are you?” he asked, fully expecting the answer to be no. Weyrbred tended to be the worst for believing strongly in the ‘natural’ order of dragon hierarchy. They’d been beaten around the head by it their entire lives, after all.
As of 10.2590, Lesserath is 29.84m long and 6m tall (14 months old)

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Re: Curiosity Killed the Candidate [ 16.6.2590; 8:15 PM ] || J’hal
« Reply #6 on: August 25, 2017, 12:20:16 PM »
Rinokan was content to stay silent while the weyrling studied him, sizing the other man up just as much. He had a slightly scrappy look to him, which was something that Rinokan could appreciate. And he’d been willing to continue talking to him when his words hadn’t been rude, which meant that he wasn’t completely unreasonable. Small favors.

He nodded thoughtfully at J’hal’s eventual answer to his question. “Makes sense.” Naysayers and doubters had never sat well with him to begin with. And he only had to contend with his family and old friends telling him that accepting a Search was a lost cause. Having almost an entire Weyr tell you that you couldn’t do something, or that your dragon was better off dead… no wonder the Black weyrlings were such a grouchy and touchy lot. Rinokan hadn’t heard anything about the Red riders being the same way, but they were a little more of an unknown factor. After all, one of their color hadn’t caught the Senior Queen and ousted the old order.

Waving a hand, he absently scuffed the toe of one boot against the ground. “Eh, kinda. I was born at the last one, but my parents are Hold bred. It sorta stuck, even at Fort Weyr. They’re a bit Crafter clannish.”

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Re: Curiosity Killed the Candidate [ 16.6.2590; 8:15 PM ] || J’hal
« Reply #7 on: August 25, 2017, 03:17:20 PM »
J'hal nodded. "Figures." He was born at the Weyr too, had been raised with those same colourist attitudes while he were there. But they'd lost importance to him at the Hold, the streets were so far from the dragons far above their heads that to even get a good enough glimpse of a dragon to guess at its colour was uncommon. If you did, that meant you were probably outside during Threadfall and that was a very bad place to be.

Grabbing a firm hold of Lesserath's neck strap, J'hal hauled himself back up the black's shoulder, pulling the holepunched end of the chest strap back up to it's buckled counterpart. A little awkwardly, he threaded the two together and settled the buckle into the last of the new holes, before dropping lithely back to the ground. He glanced behind him, realising that Rinokan was still there. Would the kid ever leave? What more could there be that the candidate wanted from him?

"You been a candidate long?" he asked, a little awkwardly as Lesserath shook himself to settle the straps. That better for the length?

Yes, but the buckle still sits too high.

Yeah yeah, I'm gettin' to that.
As of 10.2590, Lesserath is 29.84m long and 6m tall (14 months old)

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