Dragon Heart
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Post by Dragon Heart on Dec 19, 2006 10:52:30 GMT -5
As Toya returned to her Bed to retrieve the map, she found that she didn't remember witch bed she had slept on. I'm not starting out too good. she thought. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten supper last night, as she had been searched right before she normally ate. She just stood there trying to remember where her bed was. That's what I get for not paying attention to the bed I'm in! She new she would be late for breakfast, but maybe she would have time to eat before the lessons started...
After looking at all the beds she remembered that she hadn't made her bed, and was glad to see only one bed unmade. She went to it, and sure enough, the map was there. She studied it some more. Taking in all the details, as if preparing to tell a dragon where to go from between.
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Post by jennah on Dec 21, 2006 12:37:56 GMT -5
A sevenday had pasted since Jennah had met to the gold candidate Panthea while looking for his pants. He had left the encounter without the pants but with something like a friend and an order to return to the candidate barracks in a sevenday and pick up the pants. Unfortunately he realized the next morning (when he staggered out of bed with a bloated head and a hangover from the red star) that he had neglected to set up a specific time. He knew full well that an adult man (even the Weyrhealer) was unwelcome in the girl’s section of the candidate barracks, and while he didn’t mind making a scene when doing so would benefit him, he didn’t want /that/ sort of trouble. Unfortunately, as the Weyrhealer (particularly one that didn’t really sleep, eat or rest) he didn’t get a chance to find her, and confirm the important details of her order to, “pick up your pants in a sevenday.”
Even more unfortunately, it had been a rough sevenday for Jennah. The Weyr had been preternaturally healthy. It seemed like beyond the standard scraped knee and head-cold, nobody in the Weyr was sick. While this was fantastic news for everybody else, it made things rough on Jennah. He had been snapping (more than usual) at all of the apprentices and had made one girl vow to leave the craft (completely incompetent!) so naturally, the first thing he did when his restday came about was find exactly where the Weyr stored it’s wine…and then go to pick up his pants.
Thus Jennah staggered slightly into the girl’s section of the candidate barracks, reeking of alcohol, demanding, “Oi! Were are my blooding pants girl!”
He realized a few seconds later that the sole girl in the barracks was not Panthea, and made a slushy apology before asking her if she knew where his pants were.
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Dragon Heart
Sleeping Drudge
The Silly Girl
My heart is always with dragons
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Post by Dragon Heart on Dec 21, 2006 14:37:05 GMT -5
Toya was shocked by the sudden demand, she hadn't heard anyone come in, and wasn't accustomed to have men demand things from her. She looked up to see the man blushing, now that was something she was use too. it took her a moment to come up with a reply, as she wasn't use to talking to people she didn't know. As she thought, she smelled alcohol. He must be drunk. she thought.
She gave him a sultry smile, and answered his question, "I think you are wearing them."
Toya was mildly interested in him, as she might be living with him, in this Weyr, might. She gave him an inquiring look, that usually got the point across, even if the recipient was drunk. Then she walked closer, trying to study his figure.
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Post by jennah on Dec 21, 2006 17:05:51 GMT -5
Jennah’s eyes went odd as he tried to hold in a laugh at the girl’s smile. Dear Faranth, he might’ve been spinning in his head, but he could tell when a girl was coming on to him. He eyed her down and chuckled to himself. Not one of those few beauties the searchrider’s brought in sometime, but not bad looking at any rate. Stupid girl, “Not these pants dimglow.”
He narrowed his eyes at her and snorted again, “Do you have the faintest idea of who I am?”
He found that his legs didn’t really want to stand properly, so he sat on the nearest cot. He cast her a wild look and smiled in such a manor that exposed too many teeth, “I need to find that Pants…Panthea chickie. Me and hers have made arrangements to meet.”
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Post by brimstone81 on Dec 21, 2006 22:44:30 GMT -5
Panthea had been staying up late with a few friends, J'tan, Kelsaya, N'vend, D'lon and Byrda. She had not been drinking but the others were, and heavily. The young woman liked to know that if they were going to do that, then she could make sure her friends were all right. Panthea had made sure they all made it to their beds, and was ushering Byrda to bed when she heard two people talking, one female and one most definately male. Panthea bit her lip, she had been expecting Jennah some time soon, but not this late at night. Then she noted the sultry voice of the female, and if there was more light, one might notice a blush on Panthea. Had she come in the middle of things?
Panthea narrowed her eyes and focused so that she could make out the Weyrhealer and another candidate talking. She said questioningly, "Jennah?" And then stepped closer to him. She could smell wine or some sort of alcohal on his breath. Well, she had promised him his pants, and was glad she had gotten the second pair done as well. "Master Jennah, would you come with me to get your clothing?"
She offered her hand to the Weyrhealer so that he knew exactly were to go. Of course he might refuse her right now, but Panthea would rather have Jennah follow her before anything else happened. She had promised that this visit was only to be business. As for he and the other candidate, if anything they could go to his rooms later. "If you want to sit, you can sit on my bed," she patted a neatly made bed, untouched as of yet this eve. She knelt and under her bed she pulled out two pairs of pants, the old ones all repaired, and a new pair, made from brown material. "Here, Jennah, I thought you could use an extra pair."
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Dragon Heart
Sleeping Drudge
The Silly Girl
My heart is always with dragons
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Post by Dragon Heart on Dec 25, 2006 21:28:33 GMT -5
Toya hadn’t really meant anything, she just liked to see the reaction she could get from the guys, She thought it was funny. The other girl must be his mate she thought, when the other girl had come in, as she got him to sit on her bed. Bed! I need to make mine! she thought.
She went to make her bed, making sure to do it right, the last thing she needed was to get in trouble in this new, if temporary, home. Well, she might impress, but she didn't want any crushed hopes, so might was a good word. She ignored her hunger, as she needed to get her work done, get moved in, as she called it. Her thoughts varied, as she worked, putting belongings in the chest, after she made her bed. She had slept late…
She began to hum a song that she had made up, as she worked. It was a haunting melody that expressed her rich voice. She never missed a note, and haunting as it was, the song was catchy. As she got into the song, she got louder, and soon she was done. She picked up the map again, and looked at it. The others in the room forgotten, she began to sing the words of her song….
“And I wish that there was Somewhere for me to get away! I want to fly away Fly away from here Just to Just to get away From this atmosphere…”
((This is really part of a song I have written, the last line was changed, as Atmosphere is not in the common knowledge during this time in Pern…))
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Post by jennah on Dec 26, 2006 22:18:16 GMT -5
Jennah’s blurry eyes went from one girl to the other (and then momentarily back to the girl inside of his head). He had a slightly bovine expression of helplessness, and nodded when he heard his name from Panthea. He had forgotten in the short-term slur that was his brain the pants (although he’d been hollering for them a few minutes previously). He didn’t take her hand. He hadn’t touched another person in years (outside of strict business of course) and even in the state he was in now, such an idea was nearly revolting. He did however follow her like a child to her bed and sat down roughly.
While Panthea was fetching his pants he watched the other girl carefully. He noticed every piece in the room remotely out of place, and most of them involved Toya. He lightly mumbled something about pants, and something that might’ve been words of thanks. Confusion was the prominent emotion he felt, and he couldn’t quite place exactly where he was and why he was there. He looked at the pants that Panthea made and mumbled, “Left leg’sa big longer than the right.”
That was as close as anybody had ever come to getting a compliment from Jennah. He eyed the garments critically and said, “I’ve been bad.”
Before he could get the chance to elaborate on exactly why he had been bad, and perhaps offer some gleanings of an explanation (although there really was none. He was lonely and in pain, the alternative to drinking was either murder or suicide) he caught word of Toya’s singing. He sharply inhaled and shouted out (none to quietly), “Hey you! Are you a drudge, candidate or harper. You’re a bloody horrible whatever. If you wanna get away from here just sleep with the nearest randy dragoman. They’ll fly you well.”
He snorted at his own inklings of a joke, and at the image of the poor girl with a dragon on her maiden flight. Right well. You girls like those two, the Weyr spoiled them. He croaked out, “You two best hope for young queens. The green’s, they’ll ruin ya. They’ll make ya do things you’ll never get back!”
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Post by brimstone81 on Dec 27, 2006 0:59:48 GMT -5
Panthea had not exactly expected the man to take her hand so she had said nothing about it. The young woman snorted at his comment about the pants. She had used his old ones as a pattern. "Well sorry sweet heart," She said with a tad of sarcasm he might not recognise in his current state, "but I thought that was how you liked to wear 'em." Panthea had thought she had done well, but was sure that he couldn't tell the craftsmanship. After all, he was a healer not a weaver. Not that Panthea was the best at sewing, but she knew when she did well and liked to be complimented. She herself did not completely see that Jennah wasn't very direct with giving compliments. Looking back she might, though.
Panthea was slightly confused on why Jennah said that he had been bad, and could only think of a half a dozen explinations herself. However she threw them all out. He was probably just rambling after all. That was when he started to critique Toya's singing. "Well that's not very kind, Jennah. She's a nice singer." Then hearing the rest of it, particularly the dragonmen part, Panthea snorted once more. "Oh yes, that's the ticket. Get bedded by some dragonman to escape your troubles. Not that they would use a young girl for one thing only and then leave her for the next." She shook her head, yet some people told her that she was too romantic for a Weyrbred girl. Well she had learned what dragonmen offered. A warm bed but that was about it. She was going to make sure she kept her dragonman around for a lot longer than just a night or two. Power of course was the key. There were several forms of power, infatuate a man so much that his woman had control, or to have control of power that a man would want. She would aim for both one day.
Panthea laughed, "In case you haven't noticed, milord, I am hoping for a queen. However, my own mother was a greenrider, and it didn't seem so bad." Well perhaps being used by a bronzerider and then dying prematurely.
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Dragon Heart
Sleeping Drudge
The Silly Girl
My heart is always with dragons
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Post by Dragon Heart on Dec 27, 2006 10:45:42 GMT -5
Toya laughed at thier talk of mating, no they did not get the song. That is why she wasn't a harper."Not a mating flight," she said,"but to fly to another place, away from Ista! I wrote the song to express my hate of the way my home treated the holders!" A mating flaght indeed! How wrong could someone get? Toya no longer was interested in the strange man, he had some problem that he needed to work out. She would let him do it on his own. At the remark adout the green riders, Toya was imediatlly furious. "If it wasn't for the greens all of Pern would hardly be protected!!" Toya screemed. She layed down on her now neatly made bed. Her mom was a happy green rider. Her dad had mated with her mom since before her mom had impressed, and they were still together. Her mom was strong. How could he say such a thing? Sure enough green riders let themselves be used, but not all or them.
Then it hit her. A gold? How many gold eggs were on the grounds? Could she impress a gold? No! she told herself. I propably won't even impress! much less a gold! She tried to go to sleep.
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Post by jennah on Dec 27, 2006 11:16:05 GMT -5
Jennah took the pants gingerly from her and held them up close to his face. He was impressed with the fact that she had made him an extra pair, although the first thing that came to mind was that she wanted something. He decided not to say anything about it, he ran the fabric under his hands carefully. He said nothing about the craftsmanship. Any apprentice of his would be greatly surprised that he wasn’t pointing out every crooked stitch and flaw in the fabric. He tried to stand, but sat down quickly after a few woozy moments.
He turned back to Panthea and grinned wickedly, “Well I’m not a very kind man. She’d best be careful. The rutty whers’ll come.” His crooked grin continued with her snort. He wasn’t exactly sure if she (or he) was being sarcastic or not, he nodded, “That’ll keep for sure.”
He was on the verge of telling her that she should stick with other girls, there was enough of them in the Weyr, and they wouldn’t need to risk getting knocked up. Abortions were easy enough, but there were complications that could arise easily. He nodded with approval, “You’ll make a good partner for an egg sack. How’s that little bugger of yours?”
He realized that Toya was speaking, and looked to her with an expression that could only be described as crooked, “You’ve flown over the flitter nest.” He smiled at her wrath and laughed hallowly, “I’m not saying that we should take flamethrowers to all of the greens of pern. I’m just saying women have no right flying them. S’my opinion, and I’m sure it’s more informed than you.”
He noticed that she had, in some fit of temper decided to go to sleep. Unfortunately for her, she had neglected the fact that yelling a drunk person was likely to accomplish nothing but annoying the said drunk person…and that falling asleep in the same room with a drunk person was not as easy as one would expect. Particularly when the said drunk person was Jennah. It was his turn to get angry now. He stood up sharply and caught his balance, and took a few wobbly steps in her direction. He stopped at the foot of the bed and said with dangerous quiet, “I don’t think it’d do well for a candidate to speak in that tone to the Weyrhealer. Oh no. I don’t think that it’d do to insinuate that I know nothing of green dragons.”
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Post by brimstone81 on Dec 28, 2006 0:14:45 GMT -5
Panthea had been grinning, that was until Toya yelled and then Jennah got huffy and he started to retaliate. She threw her hands up in the air and gave a look like ,'why me?' or 'of all nights.' Panthea could see this ending badly. Enough people would hear them and then the Candidate Master would come down from his weyr and punish them all. Panthea would not be barred from a hatching. She was getting too old. Eighteen was an appropriate age for a queen egg, but how many would there be in the next few turns? Even clutches in general, there was no means of telling how many hatchings she had to stand in left. Panthea wanted every chance, and getting in to trouble would limit those chances.
She cleared her throat loudly, and said in a school marm's tone, "Jennah." Of course Panthea had found out that Jennah had once been a rider, and she herself had tried to avoid the talk of dragons, but he had brought the subject up. . . Even so, she should probably try to calm him down before he got too loud. In a softer voice, not wanting to sound too old and bossy when she didn't have the authority, "Please, can we go some where else to talk about this? It's not worth getting all upset. . ."
But even Panthea knew it would not likely be of any use. He was going to say what he was going to say. Drunks were not the most reasonable of people, and in her experience, especially drunken men. Toya had tried to walk away from the situation, but Panthea saw it wasn't going to work, not immediately anyway. Panthea walked up to Jennah and looked at him, "Come off it now, she didn't mean it. Let's not make a fuss, please? I'm sure you're getting tired or thirsty or something, so why don't we take this away from the barracks?"
She had meant initially that all three of them leave, but then again, there wasn't really a point to drag noise all around. Panthea sort of tossed that idea, even before either of them could respond. If they wanted to take their little argument some where else, well fine, but they were too intent on ignoring her to probably even hear Panthea.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Dec 28, 2006 16:26:51 GMT -5
A slight woman rounded the corner to the girls barracks and stood in the entrance a moment, a bemused expression creeping over her face. IF not for her flight jacket and cords, very few would have ever placed her as the woman she was. Which, in most cases, suited her just fine. Lyrai barely choked back a smile as she watched the scene unfold. Quite out a Harper's tale was this threesome. The Weyrwoman quirked an eyebrow at the surly Weyrhealer's presence, but Panthea's motions with the pants made the situation quite clear. Well, at least it was clear why Jennah was there; the man wasn't exactly known for his patience. Lyrai chuckled inwardly at her own pun then coughed softly to make her presence known.
"Excuse me a moment, Panthea? I do believe you missed your lesson this morning." She really didn't need to 'excuse herself', she was Weyrwoman after all but a little bit of pleasantries never hurt anyone. And even if Panthea had missed her lesson, Lyrai really hadn't minded... much. At least it had given her a chance to go over those blasted trade skins. Who would have ever thought a Weyr could go through so much wine, they had their own vineyards but despite that, Ponaa had actually purchase more wine. In fact a great deal more. Lyrai sighed, she was going to have to have a long talk with the Headwoman. The Weyrwoman smiled softly and nodded to both girls and the Weyrhealer. "And Jennah, you might want to take a cold dip in the lake."
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Post by brimstone81 on Dec 29, 2006 1:21:03 GMT -5
As soon as she heard the voice, Panthea stiffened. There rose on her cheeks a deep blush. She had completely lost track of time. It was embarassing because she tried to appear like she had it all together. Panthea couldn't believe she stayed up all morning with her friends. It must be then almost six o clock, or was it closer to seven? Either way, an excuse would be unnacceptable. It was a chance she had undertaken. That's what happend when you were a mother hen to your animal friends. Still blushing, she looked at the floor and deeply curtsied to Lyrai, "Weyrwoman. I am so sorry. Please forgive me."
Panthea was not one for excuses, even though with her creative streak she could have made several on the spot. She scolded herself for being so irresponsible as to miss her lessons. Impressing meant the world to her, and she better start acting like it. She dared to look at the woman, however she was a bit ashamed to be caught at this moment, and said apologetically, "Is there anyway I can make it up? I feel aweful."
And when the goldrider made the remark about Jennah taking a nice cold swim, Panthea lips slightly curled, but she had to stop herself from adding, Could I have the honor of pushing him in?
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Post by jennah on Jan 7, 2007 22:57:46 GMT -5
Jennah cocked a reckless eyebrow at Panthea and smiled at her attempts of diplomacy. It was charming in its own way. He was vaguely aware that her concerns were valid, and that perhaps he was stirring up unnecessary trouble, but he didn’t really care. He was hurt and confused in the deepest sense, and by the first egg! He was going to make sure that everybody else in the Weyr (or at least in the room) both knew and shared is feelings. Before he had a chance to formulate a response (the entire room was moving oh-so-slowly) somebody else walked in. He recognized Lyrai’s silhouette nearly at immediately, and laughed aloud at the sight of her. He knew that his gathering was about to get interesting.
He smiled in such a way that revealed all of his teeth in the most lopsided way possible. With the fresh presence of the Weyrwoman, the two candidates would have a slight taste of his confusion and whatnot. He raised a hand in greeting (he had forgotten that he had a pair of pants in his hands, and waved them a bit too) and mumbled, “Ah Weyrwoman. Zhariath isn’t proddy again is she?”
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Dragon Heart
Sleeping Drudge
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Post by Dragon Heart on Jan 10, 2007 15:17:24 GMT -5
Toya was insisting that she was asleep, even though she wasn't. It was hard to not move, she knew now how foolish her actions had been, and to the Weyrhealer! She forced her breathing to slow.
She heard the soft cough, and recognized the womans voice, but she couldn't place a name to it. She didn't dare open her eyes, though. She decided to apologize to the Weyrhealer when he was sober. mabe they both would be thinking clearer then. Toya knew that she had to fit in here. She didn't want to go back to Ista.
She soon realized that she was holding her breath, and wondered if he would leave, or complain about her. She prepared for the worst, and was willing to tell the truth. She moved her leg, as her foot had fallen asleep. It was weird that it could sleep, when she couldn't. Against her will, a sigh escaped her.
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