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Author Topic: Common Ground [01.08.2590 | 10:20PM] M'lan, J'hal  (Read 81 times)

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Common Ground [01.08.2590 | 10:20PM] M'lan, J'hal
« on: August 08, 2018, 02:57:57 PM »
T'veck picked another loose buckle off the floor and added it to the pile that he was gathering. Most of his class had left, and the new weyrlings had all been dispersed back to their barracks. Yet he was still far too wide awake to try and sleep. Somebody (or several) had already done a decent job clearing up, but the hasty departure of riders and dragons was still evident if one looked.

He still wasn't sure what he was meant to be thinking about the whole incident. Baleth had keened when they had gone between, but it hadn't lasted. His dragon had seemed to shake off the sadness far quicker than most, informing him that he would never do something so stupid.

And from what he had gleaned it had been a stupid move. Did R'sin not expect the weyrling to panic and have an image in his head ready in case they went between? They'd been told so often that they would need clear images and to practice imagining landmarks in case anything happened once they started flight training and betweening. Didn't this count as something happening?

T'veck grabbed a last strip of leather and shoved it on the table with a frown before going over to grab a drink from the barrel that had been dragged in before they started their lesson in the morning. Apparently having weyrlings faint from dehydration would be bad for the young dragons - he wouldn't have ever guessed that. It was nothing fancy, and certainly not alcoholic, but right now it'd do. He needed to think about this and talking to Baleth would work for lack of anyone else.

“Well, at least those Jungle riders can't blame us for this one.” He said as he made his way back to the corner Baleth had curled up in. His dragon was oblivious to T'veck's rambling, having already dismissed the days events as unworthy of his notice any longer. As far as he had been concerned, Dekkath had been stupid and they deserved what they got. “Though I don't doubt somebody will try to pin it all on us.”

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@Spiffy  @Kyya, let me know if anything needs changing. T'veck isn't really concentrating so you could have been in the room all the time or just walked in and he'd not have noticed.
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Re: Common Ground [01.08.2590 | 10:20PM] M'lan, J'hal
« Reply #1 on: August 09, 2018, 04:32:27 AM »
The day had been an eerily quiet one. Lessons had pretty much packed up for the day at 2, with the Weyrlingmasters herding the younger ones back into the barracks where they could keep a close watch on any that had been particularly affected by the days... event. Even those who were good at hiding it were under close scrutiny.

The older Weyrlings however had been more or less ignored, left to clean up after the lesson and pick up the slack of any chores that had gone undone instead. They'd already proved that they and their dragons could handle themselves in a situation like this after Imyth's last hatching, so it seemed they were left to it for the most part, after a perfunctory looking-over.

J'hal had, contrary to his normal behaviour, quietly gotten on with clearing up without complaint. Pretend though he might that the death of R'sin and Ny'la hadn't affected him at all, the bronzerider's passing had left him with distinctly mixed feelings that he didn't particularly feel like dwelling on for the rest of the afternoon. Finishing up the chores at least gave him something to do, to think about, especially with Lesserath also being uncharacteristically quiet in the back of his mind.

But the chores hasn't lasted all evening, even once he'd gone looking for something to do that wouldn't involve getting too close to the younger Weyrlings around the barracks and the particularly haunted look some of them were still wearing, he'd eventually struck out for a sunset run around the 'bowl. It was at least better than doing nothing.

On returning from the following bath, he quietly re-entered the barracks in time to clearly catch T'veck's last comment.

"'Course they will," he agreed, not really caring whether T'veck had been addressing him or not. Heading to the barrel, he filled himself a cup and downed it. "If it ain't a good reason, they'll just make up a shitty one." He refilled the cup again, but didn't down it this time, instead sipping it pensively.

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Bleh post, but at least it is one!
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Re: Common Ground [01.08.2590 | 10:20PM] M'lan, J'hal
« Reply #2 on: August 10, 2018, 04:53:25 PM »
The second they were given the choice, M'lan ducked away to the room he shared with J'hal and J'ol, shying away from work that would bring him in close quarters with the other weyrlings. The barracks weren't exactly spacious at the best of times, but with everyone milling about asking questions no-one really had the answer too it would more than likely become down right stifling.

You could join me out here? Corvath purred, the coaxing invitation hard to identify underneath the sinister tone that it lent to his voice.

//Maybe later...// M'lan declined, spreading himself out on his cot and staring at the barracks ceiling as he tried to block out the sounds just outside his room. 3 dragons and 3 riders to a room was getting crowded, and for a small period there, M'lan convinced himself his retreat was so that he could enjoy having the space to himself while the other weyrlings were... occupied.

Except the uneasy sense in his gut, not unlike Déjà vu but not quite... perfect enough to be a true sense of a duplicate period in his life, wouldn't go away. He enjoyed having room to himself... but he wasn't really enjoying himself now.

The feeling stirred Corvath's mind again, the black dragons consciousness stirring against his riders, a grumbling huff of... feelings pressing onto the bond before the black dragon was slinking across the weyrbowl. He didn't pay much mind to those he passed, the irritated speckling of red and the reputation of black dragons playing a part in making sure he was given a reasonably wide berth until he disappeared into the room that was still theirs for a while yet. The black dragon said nothing as he settled down onto the stone couch that was almost getting too small for him, practically glaring at his bonded the whole time.

M'lan himself only gave Corvath a quick look before he was mimicking the mental huff the dragon had offered earlier, rolling off his cot and taking the furs with him in a smooth motion. He practically threw himself at the gap Corvath had made for him, more upright than his previous position but a thousand times more comfortable.

Corvath waited until M'lan as settled before tucking his head in, as close to M'lan as he could manage with the restricted room to move, practically humming as a hand came out to give him a good scratch on a few choice places.

M'lan grounded himself with the black, losing himself in the mental, and physical connection he provided, reassuring himself of Corvath's existence. Of the permanency of their bond. He only registered Summer's own presence, somewhere near his left knee when the blue threaded his own bond into his thoughts, insisting he too be noticed while M'lan worked out just what had him so messed up.

It wasn't like he'd known the weyrling who had died. And R'sin being gone wasn't really a bad thing was it? When you really thought about it? One less person to moan about the black dragons being unnatural... Except the entire event had dredged up bits of his past that he wasn't entirely certain of. a Faint recollection of a green dragon and warmth that he had forgotten he'd felt that long ago... for a young man obsessed with his past, his own was barely ghosts of memories.

He didn't know the full details surrounding Varella's death... yet that bronze, unlike R'sin and Dekkath, had made it out of between while her dragon hadn't... Had it been the same for her then as it was Ny'la? He'd long since forgotten her face, but the features of the other green rider seemed to affix themselves to her, giving her new life... and reopening an old wound he'd long since forgotten about. It was so easy to lose someone you loved... And the thought of Corvath... even Summer not existing...

J'hal's voice stirred him from his internal musings, far more lost in thought than he had realised and certain, when he heard the familiar tones, that the weyrlingw as coming into their room. He'd much rather J;hal didn't see him curled up on Corvath like a child, and stood stiffly, with a purpose that he hoped implied he had only sat down a moment ago and not the.... hours? since he'd gotten there?

...

How had he missed J'ol and Brizth coming back in?

Shards he must have looked like an idiot.

You needed the sleep... And J'hal is still out there... With T'veck. Corvath explained with a harsh chuckle, stretching now that M'lan had moved away and earning himself an undignified squawk as Summer was jolted from where he was sleeping.

He hadn't cught what T'veck had said, but as he moved out of the room to see his fellow blackriders, J'hal's final statement suggested it was the deaths... And whatever role they were going to be assigned in it.

He scoffed in response. If they were talking about blackdragons, he should be able to join in without being considered rude... besides. He wanted a drink himself. "What was it I heard recently? That the black hides were a sign of death and disaster... So that's all that could come from letting them live?" It'd been in the wake of Kalestath's last hatching... not that he felt it gave them any justification for what had been said. Had it been directed at him, he may have intervened... But throwing punches at other riders wasn't usually the smartest idea in the world. And he'd really been trying to keep a low profile in the weyr. Prove that black riders were no different from the other dragon colours.

"Not that the new hatchlings are making it any easier for people to think otherwise..." He grumbled out loud, filling his cup and leaning against the barrel as he drank.

"Is it still raining?" this was directed at J'hal, noting the wet hair and wondering if his roommate had a penchant for ducking out during a storm... It probably wouldn't be a bad idea for the lot of them really... He didn't think he'd be going to sleep easily again, and he'd like to be able to just forget the memories stirred up by the days events.

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@Spiffy @Jarakrisafis Went a bit overboard. Still trying to find my middle ground with M'lan so rambled a lot ^^;

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Re: Common Ground [01.08.2590 | 10:20PM] M'lan, J'hal
« Reply #3 on: August 10, 2018, 05:39:16 PM »
T'veck jumped, spinning round and cursing softly as his drink sloshed over the side of the mug. He had completely missed J'hal entering the room, he'd been so lost in his thoughts.

What is wrong? Red whirled in the nearest eye as Baleth peered up at him.

Go back to sleep, I just didn't hear J'hal coming in. Baleth huffed and closed the eye again, quickly dismissing the surprise from T'veck as a false alarm. Unusual, he normally took longer to settle once he'd been startled. He must have been more affected by the emotions running round the barracks than he'd let on. He nodded at M'lan as he entered the room. Silently wondering what people would say if they saw the three of them together - probably wondering about what new plot we've got going.

“Yeah, we're heralding a new era of murder, didn't you know.” That had been another rider when they hadn't seen him in the dining cavern. He'd been hard pressed, even with three to one odds against him, from keeping quiet. Neisoth hadn't murdered anyone and he was fully grown. True he'd sired more blacks - and the reds. But that wasn't the point; the Weyrleaders dragon was an example of non murdering black dragon. Yet they were being pointed to as the heralds of doom.

Fuck it, they could at least let them all grow up and judge what they do, not make predictions. The amount of times he'd overheard things and managed to stay calm until Baleth heard and then it was like a wall just falling down when the bottom brick is pulled out. But they were getting better, learning to block each other out instead of amplifying emotions or shoving them down only to have them pop back up when they're least expecting. You know, like all weyrlings have to learn. Normal things. Except for their colour they're just the same as the rest. Okay, so maybe slightly more aggressive, but that can be trained and controlled with practice.

It just seems that the only thing people remember is their hatching and first few months before the bond really starts to strengthen. Probably not helped by the next clutch of course reminding people of the three of them last turn. “What did the hatchlings do this time?”
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Re: Common Ground [01.08.2590 | 10:20PM] M'lan, J'hal
« Reply #4 on: August 13, 2018, 06:09:59 AM »
With his back turned, J'hal didn't see T'veck whirl in surprise at his appearance, but the muttered curse and splash of water on the ground was indicative enough. He cocked a brief grin into his cup, back still turned. It was easy enough, when the barracks were quiet and the dragons asleep, to believe you could be alone with your thoughts at last. But that was never really the case. The walls here had ears. You could either choose to believe you weren't being overheard, or you could choose not to care.

Before he could say anything else however, another voice joined them from the sidelines. He turned, matching the voice with its body just as M'lan appeared. From anyone else, he'd have found such comments inciting of his ire, but from these two, as T'veck joined in as well, he could only sympathise.

"How much d'you reckon we'd get away with?" he added, turning to face the pair of them at last and leaning nonchalantly back against the barrel. "There's a few others that my life would be easier without." He didn't mean it, of course. Dragons were a communal species, sharing thoughts and feelings between each other like no other, deaths took their toll on them all. The thought of being involved in the killing of another was unspeakable to them, all Weyrfolk knew that, and such aversion inevitably leaked over the bond with their rider.

"'Course, the Weyr wouldn't eat very well if we took too many of 'em out," he finished with a shrug. Though he would never admit it to one of Jungle themselves, because Faranth they bloody well knew it well enough already, the Weyr needed the fresh meat they brought in. J'hal would never turn down a meal of fish or vegetables, he'd spent enough of his life starving not to be grateful for what he still considered to be rather generous rations, even he was beginning to find the texture tedious.

He was mildly curious at M'lan's muttered statement about the newest black dragonets, but was quickly distracted when the other Weyrling changed the subject completely directing a question at him. He frowned briefly. "Uh, yeah, it is," he muttered, before taking another swig from his cup and turning to refill it. He totally hadn't lost track of times in the baths... not that this would be the first time he had intentionally been out of the barracks after curfew, as his roommate M'lan of all people would know that. Honestly he didn't remember whether it had been raining or not, he'd already been wet on his way back. Though Lesserath was outside still, the black was fast asleep and had been for the last hour or two, so he couldn't ask him to verify.

He was glad when T'veck brought the subject back around to the younger blacks. What had they gotten up to now that was worthy of grumbling about? Rather than echo T'veck's question in different words, he raised a questioning eyebrow at M'lan instead, as if to say 'do tell'.

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@Kyya @Jarakrisafis Somewhat less of a bleh post this time I hope  :bird:
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