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Author Topic: Open Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open  (Read 647 times)

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Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« on: September 30, 2018, 04:12:12 AM »
Their days so far had mostly been filled with eating and sleeping, uncharacteristic for Ysveta to be sure, who had usually found herself waking in the morning at a desk instead of in her bed in the candidate barracks. But she couldn't do that any longer. Not with Oskith falling asleep at her feet at all the reasonable hours, and his slumber eventually dragged her away as well, with them being so connected.

They hadn't quite worked it out yet. Because instead of Ysveta realising that she should probably head back to their new room together at a reasonable time, she frequently found herself carrying Oskith back, half asleep herself, at some time in the early hours of the morning. She was trying at least. Tonight she planned to allow Oskith to take them off the sleep at a reasonable time in their room, rather than at one of the study desks in the barracks.

As a whole, their Weyrling class hadn't had much in the way of lessons as of yet. Less than a sevenday in, it seemed their schedule revolved around eating and sleeping, as the dragonets grew every day. But they had been required to attend a few meetings, where they were all encouraged to socialise together, to bond as a group. Apparently it was something in important. Academically, Ysveta could understand why, but she'd still felt a tinge of anxiety to begin with, knowing her attempts in the past hadn't always gone the way she'd thought. Oskith for his part had navigated them both through any sticky situations, and Ysveta was definitely realised they were a match made by Faranth. As she supposed all rider pairs must be.

I will enjoy when we have more of a defined schedule. It had bothered the little blue not to have everything so firmly put into their respective places yet, but luckily eating and sleeping had made those moments few and far between.

Tonight, Ysveta and Oskith had decided to be available to play a game of dragon poker. It was one of the few games that had been easy to transport across to the island. There hadn't been much room for anything that required a board or more complicated set, although Ysveta supposed that some may have been created in their turns here, she just didn't personally have access to one. Dragon poker however, had been a staple in the apprentices of the harper hall, so at least she knew the rules, even if her poker face left a lot to be desired.

Spoiler for OOC:
Open for Weyrlings, keen to keep playing our new babs

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #1 on: September 30, 2018, 10:38:02 AM »
What's this? D'via looked up from where she'd wedged herself in the corner to have another nap when Anedaith wriggled out of the blankets and shot across the room, looking like she'd not been at all sleepy just a little while ago.

I don't know 'Daith. She said as she tugged the blanket back down to cover the small dragon shaped hole that Anedaith had left behind when she left before more cold air got in and closed her eyes again. This sleeping business was quite frankly a pain. Especially since once she got tired she wanted to continue sleeping. Anedaith would nap and then be wide awake again. D'via could almost find herself wishing for the start of the week when Anedaith had actually slept long enough that she wasn't being woken up after just a few hours.

It looks fun. Anedaith said as she jumped up onto the table to take a closer look, pushing at whatever it was that had caught her interest. Oooops.

D'via shot upwards, cursing at the cold as she stared at her dragon who was making a good attempt at looking innocent. It would have worked better if there wasn't half a game scattered across the floor.

“It's a good thing that isn't breakable.” She said as she made her way over to start putting it all back onto the table. “Get down before you knock the rest off.” She glanced round, not quite sure who owned the game set so she could apologise. At least Anedaith hadn't decided to go check it out once the game had started, that would have been far worse.

Sorry. Anedaith said as she jumped down and twined round her feet and D'via caught that strange feeling that meant she was broadcasting to anyone nearby. But what is it? Can I play?

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #2 on: September 30, 2018, 07:24:19 PM »
Ysveta smiled at Anedaith as the little red made her way into the Weyrling commons and jumped up on the table. It seemed like her room mates were going to play with them. Somehow however, Anedaith had managed to swipe the deck of cards and send it sprawling across the floor.

Ysveta stood from her seat at the table and started to retrieve the scattered cards as D’via approached. “It is no problem.” She said to the rider pair as D’via scolded the red aloud.

“Of course you can play.” They would have to do so in pairs, as there was no way the dragons could hold the cards in their clawed feet, but it might be amusing to see how the game would go with each pair having to collectively decide how to play. Ysveta assumed it would take much longer than when the harpers had played, but surely it could only help improve their bond both between the pairs and as a group.

The cards weren’t exactly the most well kept, she’d inherited them from her brother before leaving to candidacy and he’d picked it up from a Harper before him. But Ysveta hadn’t the want to bring out the cards during candidacy. This socialising however, was basically homework from the Weyrlingmasters, and homework she could get on board with. The deck was bent and battered, some of the cards stained with turns old klah and food. It likely meant that cheating was possible after a few rounds if you really wanted to, but Ysveta had purposefully avoided memorising which cards corresponded to which markings, once she’d been informed that that was cheating. How was she supposed to know?

“We should probably wait for a few more people to finish with their liking and such chores. Have you ever played Dragon poker before? The game is vastly more interesting with a larger amount of players.”

I’ve never played before. Oskith informed D’via and Anedaith.

Spoiler for OOC:
Just made a few adjustments since it has to be in the commons for it to be open for anyone to be able to participate and it’s just a deck of cards

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #3 on: October 01, 2018, 03:21:15 AM »
D'via picked up the last card and popped it back on the table and gave Ysveta a shy smile. “Sorry. I have no idea how to play any of the games with them.” She'd seen cards before, it had just never been something she wanted to join in on. The groups were always so loud, she hadn't wanted to get involved.

She smiled at Oskith's comment, marveling at how different the blue sounded than the various reds she'd heard speak. He just seemed so calm and sure of himself.

She glanced down at Anedaith who had plopped down and was looking up at her, sadness starting to fill the bond. “I guess I'm going to learn though.” She was very careful to keep her trepidation away from Anedaith, it seemed to work as the sadness cut off like a closing door. Anedaith was up and bouncing again in a second as she went to twine round Oskith. We can learn together!

D'via shook her head and went to retrieve her blanket from the almost hidden nook she'd commandeered right next to the entrance. It was just big enough she could curl up in it and follow the current orders to get out into the commons and be social but out of the way enough nobody bothered her. If she was asked she could tell J'ken that she had been doing as he'd asked and not spending all the time hiding in her room.

She claimed one of the chairs, pulling her legs up to sit cross legged and getting the blanket settled so it wouldn't slip off. Anedaith jumped up into her lap and put her forepaws on the table edge, head tilting as she stared at the cards.

Shall I tell everyone to hurry up? The head cocked the other way and before D'via could say anything she continued on. I will tell everyone to hurry up!


Spoiler for ooc:
Anedaith is impatient, so feel free to be summoned by excited red dragon.  @Lyndi  @Spiffy  @Bee  @SirAlahn  @SanctifiedSavage 

I was aiming for the commons so just popped them in a nook near the doorway so its easy to miss where they were napping.

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #4 on: October 01, 2018, 10:28:03 AM »
Vassatiere couldn’t remember a time in her life she’d slept as much as she had. Or been so tired. Though she’d learned pretty quick that complaining about the amount of time that Ysolth slept would get no sympathy from the little Red either. He’d snort, bite at her fingertips and toes if she didn’t move fast enough when he was ready to go, then tell her to quit her whining because there were things to do and things to see.

The world was a fascinating place to Ysolth and he desperately wanted to see it all with her. Like an excitable child tugging at the hand of an exasperated, reluctant parent. The tunnels, the glows, the desks, the chairs, other rooms, other people’s things, cots, different patches of grass, different insects, clouds, other dragons. It didn’t matter. Ysolth was curious, had no concept of personal space, and didn’t seem to hear when others complained he was too close. Instead, he was too busy wanting to show Vassatiere as though she had never seen such things before either.

Then, when his energy seemed to hit a low point, he’d just find a spot and sleep. That left her to carry him off to their room, feet heavy and eyes half open, so she could sleep too. Only to be woken up by his nips and excitable chatter. It was exhausting but lovely. Having someone so active and invested in her life was wholly different and, in a way, sweet.

Vassatiere was sprawled on her cot from one such return from an adventure and he’d just woken up. It was time to get up! Ysolth stretched, flared his wings, then literally pounced on his bonded. The wind rushed from her and she grunted in both surprise and at the weight of him hitting her. Not the greatest ways of waking up, but she wasn’t overly annoyed either.

She was up though. Let’s go. I want to go outside.

There was a moment where she futilely ignored the little red while rubbing her eyes and yawning. Needing just a second for herself. He chirped and clawed at her cot some. Not destroying it, but kneading it in his restlessness.  “Yeah, yeah. I’m moving,” she murmured.

As soon as Vassatiere was on her feet, he dashed from their room and down the hall. Leaving her behind only a moment before he was back, then repeating the run. Before they could go outside, though, he informed, There are others in the common area... This was said hesitantly. He was always unsure about others. Whether or not they’d be fun. Whether or not they’d get along or they’d be bothersome.

Vassatiere could understand that.

She entered and smiled some, watching a moment, before offering a small, “Evening.” The had been encouraged to socialize. Something Ysolth didn’t really understand but Vassatiere would make an effort on. If only so her dragon wouldn’t forever be the odd one out. She wouldn’t have cared if it was just about her.

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #5 on: October 04, 2018, 03:07:45 PM »
KI'KI WAKE UP! Our friends want us! We have to go, this is very urgent!

Ki'ki had fallen asleep curled around her dragon, and was drooling pleasantly into a clump of her own snarled hair; she startled abruptly to Aellath shoving his snout against her cheeks and neck. This had become something of a routine. Aellath went down easily enough for his naps, admitting that his wee growing body needed the rest, but it was an uneasy peace, under constant threat from the slightest outside stimulus. He woke as easily as he dropped off, excited to play, and then Ki'ki became excited to play with him, and then they were sleeping again.

She sat straight up. Fortunately, she woke as quickly as her dragon, and needed little time to adjust to being conscious. This had served them both--well?--for what turned out to be a heavily punctuated sleeping schedule. "Well obviously this is an emergency. For what grand purpose are we summoned?"

Who cares! We gotta do it!

He raised a very valid point. They really had no choice but to rush to the commons as soon as possible.

Aellath didn't give her much chance to adjust herself before heading out; he latched onto her, ready for transport. He had been like this since their bonding, more or less: dedicated to being attached to her at all times, threading between her legs when she set him down, like if he went too far from her he'd simply be sucked into the Between and never seen or heard from again.

She thought he might be a little more independent if given enough time with his siblings, especially his fellow reds; but at this stage she was also perfectly content to keep him close and tell him constantly how much she loved him. She was a social creature too; she understood.

She got a good grasp on Aellath, who snorted happily when Ki'ki said "Aaaaaaaand...BOLT!" and dashed from the room.

They came to a quick stop in the common area. The table was already getting stuffed with her fellow weyrlings, who seemed poised to engage in some kind of card shenanigans. This must have been what the dragon-signal was about. Aellath was right; it was a very important summons. Ki'ki perked up and grinned.

"Ah, hi, everyone! Are we playing a game?"

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #6 on: October 04, 2018, 08:25:16 PM »
R’kan didn’t think he’d ever done so much sleeping in his life. Not all at once, certainly. On the occasions when he did emerge from constant napping, it was only ever for a short time—to feed Hisketh, oil her if she was itchy (which she usually was), wash her so she’d stop bothering him about that too, and then maybe grab some food himself. All before tipping back into bed with her curled up in his arms. Strictly speaking, Hisketh was meant to be on her sleeping couch, but since when did R’kan care about tradition? Both of them were far happier if she was draped around or on top of him, and he fully intended to keep sleeping together that way until she was too big to stay on the bed with him.

Then they’d probably both just move to the couch.

He knew that he was supposed to be social too, but there was just too much sleeping to be done for much of that. R’kan had at least gotten a little acquainted with his roommates, though—D’vik and Veryk. Things seemed pretty relaxed between the three of them, at least for now, for which he was thankful. Getting roomed with someone he couldn’t stand—like a Bronzer maybe?—would have just pissed him off.

R’kan had just finished his usual routine of feeding and tending to Hisketh, stifling a yawn as he felt her getting drowsy too, when she perked up at the sound of another dragon nearby. They’d stepped out of the common room to take advantage of the nice weather in the Bowl, but it hadn’t escaped Hisketh’s notice that others were gathering just inside the barracks. We are being told to hurry up, she announced, a little perturbed at the presumption of Anedaith’s projection—more commenting on that, since R’kan had been included in the other Red’s radius of influence.

“Yeah, I heard it.” He shook out the rag he’d used to oil her and scratched under Hisketh’s chin before getting up out of the grass. “What for?”

I don’t know.

Well, they’d have to walk through there anyway. She was close around his feet as R’kan made his way back into the common area, tucking the rag and pot of remaining oil onto the shelf where they were stored with the rest of the similar supplies—all for ease of access by the growing weyrlings. Then, with Hisketh bright eyed and curious as she watched the others, R’kan glanced over at the gathering group of weyrlings from their class.

The sight of cards made him grin. That was something familiar from among his family and the other Miners; whatever battered and stained decks they had were precious, and used for a variety of games. And when Hisketh picked up on his thoughts, she seemed excited too. “What are you playing? If you’re open for someone else to join.”

Probably more polite and less direct than he would have been normally, but he could tell Hisketh approved. It would be a good chance for them to socialize, which she seemed bent on him doing when they had time, and his tiny Red lady was determined to teach him the manners she seemed to think he lacked.

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Offline D'via

Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #7 on: October 05, 2018, 03:29:23 AM »
D'via shrank down in her blanket a little as several of her fellow weyrlings converged on the table and she could have cursed Anedaith for drawing all their attention. “Uh, dragon poker?” She said hesitantly, looking at Ysveta to see if she'd got it right.

“Sorry about Anedaith's call, if you were busy or anything.” She said as she glanced around to see if D'vik was around. He would know what to say.

We can all play. The little red peered over the table. The table is very small though. Maybe we should put several together. Then you can all sit down. D'via felt herself flushing lightly and she ducked her head. Whoever had said that dragons only tended to speak to their rider and other dragons clearly hadn't met Anedaith. She didn't seem to limit who she spoke to half the time and she could come out with the worst timed things. Come on, hurry up! I want to play!

D'via clapped a hand over her face at Anedaith's order to the rest of the weyrlings and muttered a strangled sorry through her fingers. At this rate she would never survive weyrling training if her own dragon was insistent on embarrassing her so often.

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #8 on: October 05, 2018, 11:44:04 AM »
Thrane... One of the bothersome reds is demanding our presence in the commons. Should I just ignore her? I would really rather not deal with them...

Thrane sighs heavily as his bronze lifts his head out of his basket of yarns. Thrane will put down his lap loom and will quietly start to wind up his shuttles. "We really should put in an appearance, Theulth... As much as you don't like them, these weyrlings might be our wing brothers and sisters one day. We need to make sure they trust us as their future leaders." He will quietly go to fix his clothes and wash his face before going to the door.

Oh... When you put it that way...

The bronze will stand up and stretch before hustling to the door. Thrane will join him and they both will walk down to the commons with purpose. Upon entering, they are immediately greeted with the chatter of reds and their riders all getting tables together to play some sort of card game. Tisk... Shouldn't we all be getting ready for lessons tomorrow instead of wasting time with a child's cardgame? He will glance down at his bronze and the beast will nod. I was thinking the exact same thing...

Thrane will shake his head once before going to take a seat at a table near the game, but not near enough where it looked like he wanted to play. Theulth will go to settle next to his bonded, eyes watching the others with a hint of distaste. Thrane will take a small knife out of his pocket and takes out a small chunk of wood he had procured from one of the hunters a while back. He then will continue to carve it into the likeness of his bronze, just waiting to see if anyone would bother to notice them.

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Feel free to bother Thrane and his growly bronze. He and his bronze just really really hate frivolous things like games. So grumpy pants will make an appearance to be grumpy (especially since he is several turns older then most of them ;) )
« Last Edit: October 05, 2018, 11:48:13 AM by Thrane »
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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #9 on: October 05, 2018, 01:40:39 PM »
"What in the shard-"

Anedaith. Apparently we are done sleeping.

Like numbweed over a cut Karrimuth's voice immediately soothed the headache building in Veryk's mind. They weren't sure of the details, but having the red dragons talk directly to them (or broadcasting the voice as seemed to be the case) hadn't resulted in the same, comfortable acceptance that Karrimuth's voice provided. Even on the sands, Karrimuth's black brother had sparked a slight irritation in their mind where Karrimuth's voice had felt natural, no matter the slight delay before he chose them.

"Aparently so..." Veryk mused in return, giving the room a quick glance to take in what information they could. R'kan had left already, though it wasn't an unusual thing. Over the past sevenday, their dragons had adhered to their own schedules of eat, sleep and demand oiling, which was also why being urged to hurry up seemed so unusual.

"Do you need to be oiled?" they asked Karrimuth, glancing over to the stone couch where he was crouching, eyes tinged with a faint swirl of red that wasn't unusual given the irritation that coloured his voice when he explained who had woken them. It faded quickly as the black regarded Veryk, the blue-green colour whirling slower in thought. The growing amusement and curiosity gave away the response well before Karrimuth said anything, and Veryk was already moving to make themselves presentable when Karrimuth's voice filled their head once more.

I do enjoy letting you oil me... He purred, stretching himself out to his full length - a significant contrast to the reds who shared their room - and adding, But I do not itch... and they're clearly being murdered out there to demand our attention more than once.

Veryk snorted, not surprised innthe slightest by their dragons sarcasm but certainly amused. They had never considered whether their bonded would have a sense of humour but it just felt normal as if there really had been no other option for theirs.

Except for running their fingers through their hair so that they were somewhat presentable, Veryk didn't bother delaying their entrance to the common area much further by putting on something more appropriate for company. Their sleeping gown covered up all the essentials and they didn't need to be in riding leathers to be social. Besides, their curiosity was urging them to leave their room and actually see for themselves what had demanded such urgency.

Truth be told, it wasn't at all what they expected, but it was easy enough to see what was about to happen. "What are we playing?" They knew a fair few of the common games that could be played with the deck of cards, and with Karrimuth forging a path towards the collection of dragons and weyrlings it was a quick endeavour to actually reach Ysveta's table and claim a spare seat, Karrimuth quickly slipping in beside and claiming the other spare for himself with the front half of his body.

If you and yours are to play, we have claimed a spot for you.  Karrimuth only knew a few of the dragonets well, and Hisketh had proven to be... a comfortable associate so far. Wtih dragonets apparently joining theirs in... whatever it was they were about to do, the black would much prefer the company of someone he knew would not step on his toes than the others. There was something of a request to his tone, though Hisketh would notice the expectation there as well. Whether she obliged would be entirely on her, though he would not concern himself if she refused.

Spoiler for oops:
I wasn't done yet. I went to preview and clicked post. let me finish! And done. tag for @SirAlahn as Karrimuth is speaking to Hisketh

« Last Edit: October 05, 2018, 02:03:34 PM by Veryk »

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #10 on: October 05, 2018, 04:08:07 PM »
Ysveta apparently hadn't really considered just how many other people her idea would bring on. Or perhaps she had considered it, after all, that was the point, she just didn't truly register what that meant. But Oskith was enjoying watching the rest of the Weyrling class slowly trickle in, and Ysveta had never really experienced anxiety around other people, she was just well aware that she messed up in social situations a lot.

Regardless, her plan had been to socialise like the Weyrlingmasters had said, and it seemed like she'd jumped right in the deep end. What a better way to get stuck into homework!

She gave a wave and an 'evening' to Vassatiere, a nod and a smile to Ki'ki and before long, she was just smiling a greeting to everyone rather than trying to make it more individual. Ysveta did however, confirm D'via's answer with an easy, "Indeed, dragon poker."

Oskith leapt lightly from her lap and onto the ground as Ysveta stood to start dragging another table forward, she would likely be able to do it herself, but it also wouldn't hurt to have a hand either. When the table was in place, she swung a chair back onto the side for herself. Oskith climbed up onto her lap, and placed his front claws up onto the table.

Everyone should be able to take a seat now. He said to Ysveta before broadcasting the next to the rest of those who seemed to be assembling. Shall we begin?

Spoiler for OOC:
Just to put in some interesting terminology, I thought these rules would be fun to use. There's no need to be super strict about the details and rules, but you could mention what "hand" you're trying to make, or you do make.
I think with this amount of players 5-card draw makes sense.
If anything doesn't make sense in terms of realistic poker and the amount of cards or whatever let's just... suspend disbelief and make it work 8D
We could bet with marks or chores or... something else? sticks? leaves? We can figure it out as we go along through this next 'round.

Ummm, what else, no need to wait for the person who posted ahead of you to post again or something, live your dreams, if you wanna post post, if you wanna skip then that's cool too.

I'm happy for someone else's character to describe how to play if you want, otherwise I'll have Ysveta do it in my next post :3

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #11 on: October 05, 2018, 04:38:34 PM »
Ki'ki had marginal experience with card games--truth be told, it had taken a long time for her to learn to sit still and care enough to get the rules down, and afterwards these stationary games tended to be a death match between her competitive desire to win and the entire rest of her brain, which told her she should throw the cards in the air and go climb a tree. Among peers, though, excitedly rustled from sleep, she felt the pull of a great game, and more importantly, the chance to hang out with people.

Aellath bounced happily in her arms, apparently in the process of getting up to speed on what Ki'ki knew of the game. For her part, Ki'ki leaned a bit over to D'via, who was looking all kinds of mortified about her dragon's outbursts.

"Don't be embarrassed!" she stage-whispered. "He's just friendly. I wanna start playing too!"

She was distracted by Ysveta dragging a table, jumping up to lend her a hand as Aellath scrambled to get on her shoulders, providing an exceptional amount of absolutely zero help to the entire endeavor. When she was moving around, she noticed--ah! Another of their number, one of the bronzes, lingering in the distance like he didn't know how to be friends.

Unacceptable.

And oh, saddest of all, his dragon was looking over at them, in what Ki'ki could only assume was a secret desire to join them.

He needs us! With complete conviction, Aellath added, He will die alone of sadness if he does not play with us.

Ki'ki thought Aellath might be projecting a little, but it felt right.

As Oskith prepared to get the party started, Ki'ki waved an arm and said, "Hey! Thrane! It's not too late to join us, we'd love to trounce you!"

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #12 on: October 06, 2018, 08:35:22 PM »
Vassatiere had never played cards and wouldn’t have been able to name a game if her life depended on it. Or rather, she wouldn’t have been able to recall the rules of any. There were drunken, bleary memories of cards that she associated with gambling dens and other such... that she didn’t want to think about, so she didn’t move to the game.

Instead, Vassatiere took up a seat on a table nearby, where Ysolth jumped up near her. Curious enough he wanted to be close and watch but not so much that he charged in and wanted to be apart of it. If Vassatiere was feeling leery about it, then he wanted to see why.

Ysolth understood what games were. Just not this one was or why Vassatiere had such an aversion to it. Neither was he going to outright ask. Maybe he could figure it out? That sounded like fun too.

For Vassatiere, she was granted a nice spot to observe all the others in her ‘class’. Others with young dragons. She noted the loud ones, those that eagerly moved forward, and the others that lingered back as she did.

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #13 on: October 09, 2018, 07:18:33 PM »
Both D'vik and Heppath were deeply asleep enough to entirely miss Anedaith's first broadcast, though Heppath's slumber was sufficiently interrupted enough that the second urging had her bouncing up in excitement. D'vik! D'vik, Anedaith is saying we need to hurry up!

"What for?" D'vik exclaimed, shocked awake by Heppath's sudden outburst. Was his sister hurt?

I don't know, but we should find out! It must be somethign exciting.

Well, at least if Heppath thought Anedaith sounded excited then it meant that D'via wasn't in any immediate danger, D'vik thought as he reclined back into his pillow with a sigh of relief.

We should still go see, Heppath whined from the end of the bed.

"Ok ok, I'm up, off you go," he assured her as he stood and grabbed a shirt on, buttoning it up as he hade his way to the common room. Heppath streaked ahead of him into the common room well in advance of her rider, diving under the nearest chair and sticking her tiny head out between the rider's legs to get a view of the table rather than find a way to squeeze in around them. What're you doing? Is this a game? Can I play? she broadcast, though on a slightly narrower band than Anedaith which only included the dragonets and not the gathered riders.

Finally catching up, D'vik immediately scanned the room for his sister, spotting her in the gathering of Weyrlings around a table, looking distinctly uncomfortable, but otherwise ok. Between their heads, he could see what looked to be a pile of cards, which immediately snagged his interest.

Seeing no spare chairs, he moved over to the next table that still had some, where only one of their class was sitting. All alone. Apparently he wasn't the only one to notice, seeing Ki'ki wave to Thrane and call him over. Grabbing a chair, he gave the bronze weyrling a friendly slap on the shoulder as he passed. "Come on, join us! We don't bite," he said, before moving on to squeeze his chair in beside D'via's, the other side from Ki'ki.

"Sorry I'm late!" he added cheerfully to the group. "What're we playing?" Then, more quietly to D'via, he added "You ok?"

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #14 on: October 10, 2018, 01:30:21 AM »
Aitorith would forever wear a reminder of his clash with Dakrith along his hide, though time with a dragon healer had left him mostly together. There was a tear in his wingsails that had healed, but a small, rather insignificant portion hadn't been saved, so he'd forever have a notch in it. Beyond that it was just a few marks along his side that were bound to fade with time, though some of the deeper furrows would continue to bear witness to his clash.

The incident had delayed further progression for Aitorith so far as flying training went, and they were making up for it in the afternoons and evenings by practicing the drills as assigned by W'um and D'zel. With their permission of course. It wouldn't do for a bronze rider to shirk authority and risk their dragons life by training too hard. Though he was certain Aitorith would do just fine even if he did add on some extra extra training.

It was pretty standard for them to come into the barracks when they were done, though T'vye's decision to stay among the present company largely depended on whether he felt they deserved his presence. A summons though, from a largely untempered and very much unwanted source had him frowning as he entered the common room, Aitorith shuffling along behind and giving an uncertain rumble at the amount of people sprawled about.

The weyrling barracks were large enough to deal with multiple growing dragons at once, but it didn't make it any less crowded when so many, especially new, excitable dragonets were wandering around. "Come on Aitorith. I can think of plenty of places I'd rather be than sitting amongst so many abominations." T'vye sneered, not caring at all about whether he would be heard or not as his faze passed over the red and black hides that marred the otherwise perfectly practical dragon colours present. Neisoth once again catching Kalestath had produced yet more of the unsavoury brutes, and with another black siring a clutch that turn, T'vye had little hope for their future... So long as Aitorith was unable to chase.

Will go where you go. Aitorith responded, slight confusion in his tone at what T'vye had said but not curious enough to enquire further. Had that been the end of it, T'vye and Aitorith would have simply retired to their room, leaning on the familiar presence of proper weyrlings rather than mingling with riff-raff. Except they were summoned once again by the broadcasting little red, and where Aitorith simply pushed back with a bright Am not coming. T'vye glowered at the various bodies, trying to locate the offending red before miraculously (in his mind) finding a bronze dragon instead.

He was quick to piece together the two weyrling sharassing the bronzerider into joining in on their childish endeavour, and didn't even care that there were some perfectly normal dragons spotted about that intended to play as well. Fraternising with the mutations was a no-go in his book, and it wasn't like there was truly any capacity to prove themselves better by joining in.

So when D'vik insisted the bronzer join them, T'vye moved to step between, Aitorith already enchanted by what he deemed a far too small dragon when compared to his clutchmates and thus occupied scooting closer to the table where Thrane and Theulth.

Rather than speak directly to the younger weyrlings, however, T'vye simply pulled up a seat next to Thrane, glowering once more at the table of weyrlings before his full attention was for the other bronzer. "I'm T'vye, of Bronze Aitorith. Nice to see there are still suitable candidates for Bronze Dragons coming through the ranks. They should know we have far better things to do with or time than entertain such unsavoury company." He said by way of introduction, holding a hand out as was proper when introducing oneself and allowing the disdain he felt towards the mutations colour his voice.

T'vye didn't have quite as many turns under his belt as Thrane did, though he was a turn ahead in his training, and was, as far as he was concerned, the superior weyrling. He had more of an understanding of what it was to have a dragon after all, when compared to barely a week out of the shell for Thrane and his. It couldn't be said that T'vye didn't work hard to ensure his "Position of authority" was understood from the get go, with his knot proudly worn and kept as clean as possible considering the training they underwent and the swagger of someone who'd been bonded to a dragon far longer than he actually had. Despite the drills he and Aitorith had just finished, he was only slightly unkempt, but any commentary to such was bound to be responded to with a rather lengthy recap of why he wasn't quite as pristine in appearance as he could have been.

Aitorith was far less intense in his attentions to Theulth, though he was slow to find a suitable spot with which to stretch out in, away from where he expected other dragons to be moving about but still able to be part of any conversation that took place. Do not remember ever being as small as you. he rumbled directly to Theulth, though not quite as short-range a beam as he probably should have used. So long as the conversation remained interesting, Aitorith didn't mind having other dragons join in, though he would not directly hail a rider unless asked to by T'vye or the rider themselves.

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Tags!  @SirAlahn if its enough of an opening for R'kan - It's alright if not. Looks like I'll have plenty of opportunities.

Also Tag @Bee and @Spiffy  since T'vye was in part responding to their determination to pull Thrane into the game.

And the important person: tag @Phoenyx for Thrane and Theulth. Have fun.

And because it's T'vye... Please fell free to make of him what you will. He doesn't mind being overheard, and I'm all up for anyone who wants to interact with him. Just know he's pretty condescending, can be quite rude, and has enough arrogance for forty men <_< He's loads of fun!

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #15 on: October 10, 2018, 11:07:29 AM »
Seeing Heppath wind her way through peoples legs to try and work out what was happening was the best thing D'via had seen all evening. Where Heppath was, D'vik would follow. It's a game of Us Poker. Oskith's rider brought it so we can all play. Anedaith said brightly and D'via smiled at the answer to what must have been a question she didn't hear. I don't know how to play yet but I'm going to learn. Tell D'vik to hurry up!   

“You are just talking to Heppath right?” D'via asked quietly, hoping that her dragon wasn't still broadcasting to the entire barracks. It still felt faintly of that broadcasting sense but it wasn't as strong.

Her dragon twisted round to look at her. Yes. Just to you and Heppath. D'via just smiled faintly before Anedaith continued. I think.

She missed D'vik entering until he sat down beside her and she gave him as good a smile as she could. “Poker of some type.” She shrugged lightly. “I'm not convinced but 'Daith really wants to play.”


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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #16 on: October 10, 2018, 03:37:38 PM »
Thrane sighed as the red started shouting at them as soon as he sat down. Farnath help me... I understand the dragons being childish since they are very young, but their riders too...? He thought to himself as he waved a hand. "I am sorry but-"

Thrane and I don't want to play a child's game. The bronze cut in, broadcasting to everyone in the commons. He then looked at Aellath and snorts once, talking to her directly. And no, I will not die of sadness... I don't see the point of games and there are already too many dragons... Oh... But thank you for the invitation. The bronze added as an afterthought as his rider gave him a sour look.

Thrane was about to ask if they all could excuse his crabby dragon when another of the weyrlings slapped him on his shoulder, right over where some of the worst of his scarring was. Thrane winced as the sensitive skin stung, a sharp breath whistling through his teeth. He took a second to let the twinge pass before he said something under his breath about keeping hands to themselves.

Theulth, on the other hand, took offense and surged at the other weyrling, eyes whirling red-orange. No hurting my Thrane! He has ouch spots over his shoulders and- The dragon stopped short as Thrane moved in front of him, eyes meeting his. There was a short mental conversation before the bronze backed off and slunk back to the table. Thrane will turn to D'vik at his dragon's retreat. "Please excuse Theulth. He is just a little overprotective of me. You had no way of knowing of my old injury... My apologies on his behalf." He will turn to go back to his seat with a nod, eyes following one of the older bronze weyrlings as he entered the room.

Making a fool of himself... He would be the one offending the reds and blacks in a room full of them... He thought to himself as he began work again on his carving. But before he got too involved, the bronzer sat next to him. He will glance up as he is introduced before his eyes fall back to his carving. "I know who you are, seeing as we were candidates together, all be it briefly. I do not forget names." He will ignore the outstretched hand for a moment, then will set aside his belt knife to take it. " I assume you know that I am Thrane, and this is my partner Theulth.

He will pick up the knife again to chip off a few more flakes of wood before setting down the carving, eyes moving to meet the boys as he says with quiet intensity. "And if I were you, I would watch your tone when it comes to the new colors. They are our wingmates as much as any other color and should be treated with common decency. Besides, no one would respect a leader that was not at least civil with all those under him." His voice is low so that the others can not hear, and the intensity in his gold-hazel eyes unwavering. He would not stand for such animosity against the new colors from a child who is barely out of the creche himself. " Which brings about a better question, why are you down here? Don't you and your bronze have duties to finish?"

Theulth sulked next to his rider, eyes on T'vye. He did not get a good feeling from the rider, making him unwilling to speak with him. Let Thrane handle him... He will turn his attention to the older bronze when he is addressed, yellow-green eyes looking him over. You were once... You have just had more then a few days to get bigger. Don't worry, I will be bigger then you when I grow up. The younger bronze says with self-assurance. He would be bigger, he just knew it!

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #17 on: October 10, 2018, 04:22:06 PM »
Ysveta blinked around, unoffended by Thrane's lack of understanding about the game. Perhaps he hadn't had much experience in other walks of life before, it wasn't his fault he was uninformed. So she simply responded airily to the room at large and Theulth's words, "It is not a child's game. It is played all across the crafts by everyone, but if you do not wish to play that is entirely your choice." And she turned back to those who seemed interested in actually playing and following the instructions of 'socialising and forming bonds within your clutch'.

After having helpfully added all of her details, she continued, "Now. If everyone who wishes to play would like to pay attention, I shall deal out your hands." And Ysveta started to explain the basics of how to draw, how each turn was carried out, and what the details were for each of the potential winning hands. The betting explaining left... a little to be desired. She'd never particularly enjoyed that part of the game herself, but the rules were all there.

Oskith for his part was enjoying observing everyone, adding a few comments about people to Ysveta which only slightly distracted her from her instructions.
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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #18 on: October 10, 2018, 04:34:36 PM »
Dragon poker sounded great. He hadn’t played it in a while—probably not since he’d been Searched, unless he missed his guess. The decks R’kan had been familiar with before had belonged to family members or other Miners, but never to him; and during Candidacy, he’d never really known (or cared) enough about his fellow students to insert himself into their games. But now with things being what they were, trying a little harder probably wouldn’t go amiss. And with more and more of his classmates coming out of the woodwork to lend themselves to the game, it’d be as good of a time to be more social with them as any. Doubly so since they’d be engaged in an activity that he actually liked.

Hisketh too was intrigued since the intention seemed to be that they’d both get to play. That way you can’t cheat off me, she crooned to him as they neared the table and gathering weyrlings. R’kan spared her a glare, and was treated to her mental laughter for it.

He didn’t often bother trying to reach her telepathically, but this time it’d be stupid to say anything out loud. //I don’t cheat.// Assuring his dragon of that wouldn’t invite much confidence from the others. And while he really didn’t, R’kan wasn’t stupid. Opening himself up to that kind of suspicion would just add tension to a game that was meant to be relaxed.

R’kan again got the sensation that his dragon was picking through his thoughts, though her touch left something to be desired since she wasn’t yet old enough to have learned finesse. (A thought which earned him a nip to one ankle.) Maybe not. But I wouldn’t put it past you trying to pull something over on me.

All good-natured and in jest.

Neither of them had really expected anyone to snag a specific spot for them, but Hisketh purred happily when Karrimuth reached out to her, appreciative of the larger male’s apparent politeness. We’d love to, she thrummed back, and directed R’kan that direction like a mother wher herding a hatchling. How thoughtful of you. Whether it really was or not, she didn’t much care. The short amount of time they’d been living together, she’d already observed Karrimuth’s preference for his personal space. And as small as she was—and intending to sit on R’kan’s lap so she could see the table anyway—she would hardly need the extra space.

“Hey,” her rider greeted as he sat next to Veryk. “I think someone said dragon poker.” Moments before the girl with the deck—Ysveta?—confirmed that’s indeed what they were going to be playing.

Seated where they were, it was impossible to not overhear the conversation between the Bronzer in their class and the other weyrling. R’kan didn’t really know who the other one was, but his attitude caught the ex-Miner’s attention right quick. Turns ago, he might have not agreed with the kid per se, but he mightn’t have said anything against his little rant either. Now, though, with his bond to Hisketh so fresh, and his love of her so strong, he found words coming out of his mouth before he had a chance to really stop them. (Not that he would have in the first place.) They hardly needed a Bronzer to defend them, which sparked his brief, almost gleeful anger even more. “Oi, fuck off, you ugly tunnel snake. No one cares about your fucking opinion.”

R’kan judged the matter settled then—whether it rightly was or not—and turned his attention back to Ysveta as she dealt their hand. He could tell Hisketh was a mix of amused and exasperated with him, but she was quickly distracted as he let her climb into his lap, within the circle of his arms, and showed her the cards they’d been given.

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #19 on: October 10, 2018, 05:01:02 PM »
D'vik stumbled back with a start as the young bronze surged towards him, instinctively going to brandish the chair he was holding in front of him as a form of defense before Thrane stepped in front  of him. Shards and shells, a week ago he'd been fully prepared to protect himself from onrushing dragonets but he'd thought the need for that long over now. The strange voice crashed into his head with the force of an onrushing migraine, but vanished again just as quickly, leaving only a strangely tingly trace reminiscent of Anedaith bespeaking him directly. Heppath dashed out from under the chair and came skidding to a halt against his knee, flaring her wings at Theulth and hissing at the dragon twice her size.

S'ok Hep, hush, he thought to her, nudging the tiny red with his knee whie holding up his free hand in supplication and surrender to Thrane. "Sorry man. No harm intended," he said, stepping back even as Thrane turned away.

Note to self: No touchy the bronzerider.

Retreating to his spot next to D'via, happy to forget the whole incident, he leaned in with interest at the mention of poker. "Don't worry," he said quietly, knowing that she wasn't a big player. "You can team up with me, I'll show you how it's done."

Ysveta had barely gotten into explaining how the game was played (which he knew already, but he was happy for her to do the telling since it was her deck) before his ears started burning. Unsavory company? He turned, frowning, to the strange bronzerider that had so loudly condemned their entire group even as R'kan (Faranth bless his heart) swore over all their heads. Fucking shards, he needed some popcorn.

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #20 on: October 10, 2018, 05:09:18 PM »
D'via sank a little further into her blanket, not happy that the two bronzeriders were behind her where she couldn't see them, or see what had just happened. One of them was just much bigger even if he sounded nice, aloof, but nice. The other one was just an ass and she didn't trust him, he was from last years clutches and his bronze was already big.

She grabs her cards, paying attention to Ysveta to take her mind of the bronzeriders and frowns. It's a little complicated but she's sure she can get the hang of it and she smiles at D'vik's offer. “I think 'Daith wants her own cards but any help would be good.”

Well, what did we get?

“You can't tell anyone except D'vik and Heppath.” D'via cautions her quietly, “if you tell everyone we'll lose.”

Anedaith pushes at her hand with her nose. I won't say anything. She promises and D'via holds them a little further away from her body so Anedaith can look. She's not sure if she's seeing the cards themselves or just pulling the numbers from D'via's brain, but she seems happy enough with what they've been given.

“Errrm, are they any good?” She asks D'vik, tilting them his way. He doesn't get to answer before her eyes widen in anger, Anedaith isn't a mutation, she's just perfect as she is. Anedaith picks up her thoughts and turns to view the bronzes, easily picking out the loud mouthed ass and hissing at him. She snickers a little at R'kan's comment. It's uncouth, sure, but it's perfectly true.

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #21 on: October 10, 2018, 05:11:08 PM »
The young ones are planning something. The Bronze sounded intrigued, and perhaps a little put out that he hadn’t been the one to extend a social invitation. We ought to go, make sure the unnatural things behave themselves.

Ever since Kalestath’s last clutch, the pair of them had been on a renewed edge. Sure, things had gone pretty good, but how long would that luck hold out? T’rel was sure that having some fifteen plus Red dragons running around was bound to cause chaos of some form. Not to mention the age of some of them that had Impressed. He knew not to underestimate younger weyrlings, not when T’vye and T’kos were exemplary in their own right, but they were Bronzers for a reason. They weren’t just the riffraff that every other respectable dragon had passed up.

/In a sec, my dude. Can’t be the first to show up to a party, am I right?/ T’rel tousled his own hair, still damp from his evening bath and decided on a clean but tattered shirt whose sleeves had gone missing and whose hem ran a little high so that one might glimpse his (in his opinion) spectacular abs. Paired with his riding leathers and bare feet it was any wonder his mother had ever allowed him out in public.

A short whistle summoned Stud, who was then instructed to keep a very good watch on their room. “We’re off to battle,” he told the Brown, solemnly. “Hold down the fort, but mourn for me if I don’t return. Never forget me, little bro.” He fist bumped one of the flit’s head knobs, receiving a musical and determined trill in response.

After some more hair tousling and a final glance at his room, perhaps memorizing where each and every thing was, he and Nynath waltzed down toward the commons. It was his luck to walk in just in time to hear an “Oi, fuck off” and the rest, to which his attention snapped to the one speaking and then to whom he was speaking at. He wasn’t especially surprised that T’vye had garnered such attention, but he wasn’t happy about it.

T’rel continued his slow, loping pace until he stood beside his roommate. His hands clenched and relaxed, a brief gesture that might be missed, but he hoped not. A lazy smile spread over his face but he didn’t say anything. Nynath, similarly, sauntered to where Aitorith had lain.

The room was a weird blend of emotion. At the very least, T’rel knew enough about young dragons to know that a situation like this could easily escalate and then easily confuse the new hatchlings. Even Nynath wasn’t quite old enough to be deemed safe from such a disruption. He didn’t want to add to it, but then again he’d never been one to back down from a fight.

Fighting them would be stupid, Nynath observed. We are piteously outnumbered.

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #22 on: October 10, 2018, 08:14:06 PM »
R’kan’s outburst was met with a sidelong glance, T’vye tossing up rather quickly whether it warranted a response. There were plenty of reasons to speak out against such a tone being taken with a bronzerider, and comparing the red rider to little more than a candidate who impressed an oversized firelizard was certainly tempting… but was it worth actually engaging the weyrling? No. He was better than that, and he knew his opinion would be appreciated by the new Bronzer. He had a turn full of wisdom to share with him, and was sure to be an impeccable rolemodel to boot. Best not enter into a shouting match with someone worth little more than the wherhide used for apprentices to practice on.

So while he may have paid R’kan a brief bit of attention, his gaze wandered away just as quickly, the smile on his face growing wider as Thrane spoke, sitting up straighter in his seat and looking even smugger than he had before. Of course the younger bronzerider had heard of him. Impressing at his second clutch to one of only three bronzes amongst the chaos and devastation of the reds and blacks had to have spread fast, and it was with great pride that T’vye heard his reputation had preceded him. The fact he didn’t impress at the disaster of a hatching that was Imyth’s, thus landing himself in the history books as one of those candidates who impressed first hatching was less because he was incapable of doing so, and more because there was never going to be a worthy partner in one of Imyth’s clutches.

He wasn’t at all concerned at the delay between introducing himself and Thrane taking his hand, grasping the man’s hand firmly before settling it back down in hi slap, twisting in his chair so as to better view the new weyrling. He did shake his head at Thrane’s assumption, shrugging with little concern for the way he may come across. “More candidates fail to impress than those that find theirs. I admit I didn’t really care to get to know too many of you.” He explained, “I don’t waste my time learning everyone’s name, particularly when they’ve been standing for a long while. Those ones are the candidates most likely to be forced to step down, and I was never going to be one of them.”

He paused ever so briefly at that, realising that Thrane was one such candidate previously, only having a sevenday or so under his belt so far as being an actual weyrling and probably needing a little reassurance that they’d figure out how to be a rider despite the delay in impression. “No offence. I see now I should have learnt your name before, not that it matters with our new honorifics.” The idea that Thrane’s name had always been Thrane wasn’t really a consideration at all, though might give away the fact that he really didn’t know who the new bronzer was prior to impression.

Then, with the same smug happiness that had coloured his voice thus far, T’vye said, “Well met Thrane of Theulth. If you ever need some assistance from an older weyrling, let me know. I would be happy to oblige.” He didn’t appear to care much at all for the carving Thrane was working for, barely glancing as the weyrling’s hands moved over the wood and unconcerned when it was placed down again for Thrane to say what it was he had to say next.

He didn’t shirk under Thrane’s gaze, his face shifting into something akin to pity at what was meant to be a quiet reprimand. The poor fellow was absolutely enamoured to have impressed, and couldn’t see what was in front of each and every one of their faces. Until the weyrleadership did something to stop the mutated colours being spawned, they were going to be part of the wings, there was no denying that… but that didn’t mean they needed to pander to them, and when T’vye was Weyrleader he fully intended to let them know their place in the weyr. Blacks in particular, who had no right to stand where bronzes should stand.

Had Thrane stopped there, he might have responded in kind, scolding the young bronzer for an opinion that didn’t make sense so far as he was concerned. But he continued, and T’vye was reminded in that instant that Thrane had only been a weyrling for six days, and much of that was occupied by a hungry, itchy, sleepy dragonet, and so his features softened, and he offered Thrane a reassuring smile. “Sorry Thrane, I forget how new you are to all of this. This is the time the weyr relaxes and socialises with one another. I finished practicing drills with Aitorith before coming back to the barracks.” His tone had shifted to an almost croon, condescending even in the best of lights. It didn’t matter that Thrane was older than T’vye, not one little bit, because T’vye had been a weyrling longer, and that made him older in comparison, nevermind what turn he was born.

Any further comments were stalled when T’vye’s roommate joined them, his face shifting back into the smug self-assuredness that tended to be his “relaxed” expression as he offered a quick hello to the other Bronzer. “Thrane, this is T’rel of Bronze Nynath, T’rel, Thrane of Theulth.” he introduced quickly, the respect for his fellow bronzer colouring his tone in exact opposition to that which he adopted when referring to the mutations. They’d forged an airtight friendship over the past turn, and he was rather pleased to be able to introduce Thrane to another person who would be able to set a sensible example of what constituted a proper weyrling. Ï was just helping him understand his schedule.” T’vye clarified, not nearly as concerned about a potential fight as T’rel may have been. With three of them there anyway, and the cardgame forging forward, it seemed as though any issues were going to be ignored for the moment.

Aitorith was only idly listening to T’vye’s comments, more interested in Theulth then what T’vye was speaking to the other rider about. Am already bigger. Was not worried. Are you worried that you are small? He wasn’t certain why he would be told not to worry about something that didn’t worry him, though he was worried that he may have upset the little bronze with his comment.

He did rumble gently as another approached, shifting to a slightly less sprawled out position to give Nynath room next to him. Hello, Nynath. This one says they will be larger than me. Will they be larger than you? Aitorith asked, aware to some extent that Nynath was in fact larger than himself, though he was not entirely sure why T’vye could get so irritated by it. He was perfectly sized for what he needed to do, and there was no need to match Nynath’s bulk entirely so far as he was concerned. Are both larger than him right now. Aitorith clarified, just so Nynath knew he wasn’t referring to there and then, and making sure Theulth knew, as well.

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@SirAlahn – Apparently we’re just wracking up points for R’kan and T’vye. You have been snubbed.  @Drewliet for Nynath and T’rel & @Phoenyx for Thrane and Theulth. Hit me up if I need to adjust anything.

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #23 on: October 11, 2018, 09:41:34 PM »
Wow, rude!

The dragon's voice was distraught, and he curled into her as she wrapped her arms protectively around him. Ki'ki clenched her fists in the effort to hold back a punch, upset that her dragon was upset, upset that her dragon was eating her upset and getting more upset, and the bad feelings fed on each other like a snake eating itself.

But. She would have to let Aellath down to start a fight, and really, she was here to make friends, right? They were playing poker. They were having a very good time right now playing dragon poker. She made a mental note, though, to challenge some of them to honorable combat at dawn, weapon: fists. She thought that, once defeated, these boys would also be pretty good friends. They just had to get the business first.

"It's okay," she told Aellath quietly, as Ysveta mercifully dealt them a hand. "Sometimes when people who think they are very important all get in one place, they have to see who is most important, and it's a very stressful time for them. What none of them know is that you are the most important."

Honestly, who let boys do anything. All of them may as well just yoink out their privates and start measuring them. She was willing to bet none of them had successfully satisfied a woman.

Aellath sniffed and propped himself up, little claws on her wrists, trying to look at the cards. She had the makings of something not-terrible here.

"Are we betting anything?" she asked, eagerly.
« Last Edit: October 11, 2018, 11:04:45 PM by Ki'ki »

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Re: Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm ] Open
« Reply #24 on: October 18, 2018, 04:52:50 AM »
We should get rid of that one. Anedaith said as she poked a card with her snout.

D'via blinked. “I don't think you can swap cards 'Daith.” At least that was the impression she'd got from the explanation of how the game worked. They had to match the ones they had with the ones that would be put down. Maybe.

Well then, we will... I'm not sure. She looked rather lost and twisted her head to regard Heppath and D'vik. What should we be doing? Should we be betting something?

D'via shrugged slightly as she tilted her cards towards her brother and answered Ki'ki. “I don't know if we have anything to bet with.”

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