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| Subtle Mystery | Mar 9 2010, 01:54 PM Post #1 |
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Once, Azmaria would have thought that she would never be able to stay up all night, and sleep during the day, but Azmariask's times of activity were so different that she'd had to adapt or get dragged around half-dead while the green wanted to play and later, search. She'd also never seen herself as a wher-handler, but then, Azmaria had never really been sure where her life was heading. It had seemed for a while that she was intended to be aimless, after her mother's death, someone without a home. Then Azmariask had come along, and now it didn't matter, because she had a home, in the whirling gaze of the wher. An impatient chirp from ahead shook Azmaria out of her thoughts, and she couldn't help but grin from the mental sensation of impatience flowing from the energetic young green. Azmariask wasn't about to wait around so Hers could dwell in past thoughts, because to her, they did not matter. The family that had not wanted Hers had simply been a stepping stone on Hers' way to Azmariask, and now she was there, there was nothing to worry Az. Except being left behind if she did not hurry and keep up with the swiftly exploring wher. All of this was conveyed through a series of impressions, sensations and some annoyed whistles from the impatient creature ahead of her. It was only with Azmariask that Az truly felt like herself, with others, she was shy and awkward, she couldn't manage more than a few words and then she had to leave, simply because people tended to look down on her after that. If anything though, that crippling shyness had only helped her in the area of Azmariask, for she understood the wher better than anyone could, their bond was strong enough that Az had no fear of the green ever running off - she was lucky to go anywhere without a slim little burr at her side - and she had no fear of not being able to understand. All her time was spent with the little green, and she knew the meaning of all the sounds Azmariask had ever made in her hearing, especially since the green was eager to teach. Right now, she didn't want to teach, she wanted to work her way through the tunnels, sniffing out the air and the directions they went in. Endleslly curious, Azmariask wanted to know where they were going, and why they would work here. Naturally, Azmaria's answers of 'just because' didn't please the little green, and she ghoasted forward, hide glimmering slightly in the dark lighting. "If we get lost, I'm blaming you." Azmaria noted, her voice soft and amused as she brushed a strand of her silver-blonde hair out of her face, before laughing with Azmariask paused, looking back at her with a look that could be described as nothing else but affronted. A soft cough floated back to her, a sure sign that Azmariask was insulted by the idea that she would get hers lost. "Alright, I know, you'd never get lost in a tunnel. Where'd you go?" As if the apology was what the green had been waiting for, she suddenly appeared by Azmaria's side, letting out a low, soft croon of happiness and love before grasping the girl's shirt with her teeth and tugging her forward. She wanted to see more of these tunnels. |
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| Dragonwing | Mar 9 2010, 02:15 PM Post #2 |
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He was wandering into the night again, and the soft voice within his head pointed out. Her gentle nature was soothing for him, and he accepted the fact that she was merely pointing out the obvious because she thought that it might help him out in some unknown manner. After all, she was merely a Green. A wonderful Green who, to him, was better than any other dragon or creature that he might ever meet, but a Green none the less. Following her gut instinct more than any sort of logic at most times. Still, she wash is Heleth, and he loved her so. Just as she loved him. There was no doubt about it, the affection between the two of them echoing softly within their bond. He didn't dwell too much upon it however, after all, he deserved such devotion, as did she. Besides, there seemed to be... something else that needed his attention now. The tunnels were new, at least to him. Galvalin having only opened a few months back. Long enough for the clutch upon the sands to harden and upon the edge of hatching at any give moment, but not long enough for him to know every bit of the Weyr yet. There was the sound of a voice. Or at least, that was what he thought he had heard. Still, it was gone before he could take it in fully, though there was that noise of croons that reached his ears. He wondered then, if she heard it too. Within his mind, Heleth's slightly sleepy voice pointed out that while she might not have heard it herself, yes, she had heard it from him. There was somebody else in the tunnels with him. There was a soft sense of worry then. Her concern that something might hurt him where she could not reach him. The Greenrider smiled somewhat, reassuring his bonded that nothing will happen. It was probably just another one of the Weyr's occupants was all. If he was right, they did have Whers in here after all. And with that in mind, he reassured that no, he won't anger any Whers. At least not on purpose. And yes, he will keep himself safe until he was back to his weyr and at his side. Even then however, he took strides towards the source of the noise, drawn towards company for whatever reason. Not that he actually needed company. After all, what use was the opinions of those so obviously beneath him. Still, there must be people to adore him outside of Heleth. After all, he was worth it. Still, there seems to be quite the amount of that in the air right now, though he wasn't at all sure of to whom and what it was being directed to. A Wher and its handler most likely, judging from the sounds and the very sort of feeling in the air. A close bond, perhaps. He supposed he would find out soon enough. |
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| Subtle Mystery | Mar 9 2010, 02:25 PM Post #3 |
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Azmaria was used to having the space to herself, being one of very few members that only got up once the sun went down, Azmariask didn't like to share her either, she was strangley possessive of her - something that Azmaria had never been able to understand. When Azmariask paused, her wedged head turning to the area behind them, Azmaria was no more expecting her to sniff curiously than she had been for the sound of a footstep to echo slightly in the darkness. She supposed there were other 'handlers out and about, which would explain Azmariask's current lack of hositility, she was too busy scenting out the person to really be annoyed by the intrusion, but at the same time, there was a thrumming of annoyance over their bond, Azmariask knew that Hers would expect her to help the person, and Azmariask did not like sharing. Finally the green let out an annoyed rumble, and Az was forced to look down at her in surprise, it wasn't her hostile noise, more an expression simillar to a sigh or perhaps a whine when Az was needed somewhere she couldn't go. Azmariask knew that her handler would now become withdrawn and shy, there would be no more laughing this night, and as such, the appearance of the stranger put her in a sulky enough mood that the green didn't warn her bonded, merely pressed close to her legs, wings rustling slightly. "What's-- Oh." Seeing the man just as Azmariask coughed again in frustration, Az's cheeks went from pale to bright, furious pink of embarrasment. He must have heard her being silly with Azmariask, teasing, laughing, and that was enough to make her wish that she could skip on past him. It wasn't really fair, however, to ignore the man simply because she was not used to conversations, and because she struggled to make any sort of sound within company. After all her eyes were much better in the dark than his would be, she was used to the dark and finding her way. "Um... Hello." Azmariask beside her merely sniffed in disapproval, she could smell the dragon's scent on him, and Azmariask was one who believed that dragonriders should stay above-air where they belonged, this was Hers and Hers' space to play in. Nudging Azmaria's hand lightly, the small wher kept her swirling eyes locked on the figure of Cernt, though slight shades of yellow were beginning to fade into the blues and greens. She did not like it when Hers was afraid. "Wh-What brings y-you down here?" |
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| Dragonwing | Mar 10 2010, 03:34 AM Post #4 |
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So it was a Wher, and Heleth wasn't completely happy about it. Not with the way the Green was eyeing her bonded. Still, she didn't quite sense danger yet, and so Heleth seemed to keep to herself, though not quite as sleepy as before. Cernt knew this from their bond, sensing her worries at the back of his mind. She hid very little from him, saw no point in hiding anything from him after all. For the moment however, Cernt placed her concerns to one side. Not because it wasn't important, but because there was something more pressing to deal with right now. Cernt's head turned ever so slightly at the handler's greeting, a sign that he had heard it, but didn't really find it needed to return it right away. Instead, he merely watched the Wher carefully, taking note of its disapproval of him, then taking in her handler's question. The Greenrider looked over at her then, eyes fixed upon her face before darting downwards in a quick sweep over her figure. Nobody he remembered. Then again, not so surprising. He hardly ever dealt with Wherhandlers. She seemed nervous, though he supposed that was to be expected. His presence was a daunting thing after all. As his eyes went back up to her face, he shrugged slightly, speaking in a calm voice that didn't hold the same amount of smugness as it usually did. Not that this woman here would be aware of it. The atmosphere here didn't need it anyways, the woman was already in awe enough for him. It wasn't as if there was anybody else here to adore or run away from him either. "Wandering. Mostly to see the tunnels of the Weyr. Familiarizing myself with the area... but as Heleth would say... Late night wanderings." There was that smug grin across his features for a moment, as if he was amused by something before he continued, "The name is Cernt, and Heleth is my partner and bonded in all aspects, though she can't quite fit in here." Another look at the wher before the Greenrider shrugged, "I suppose that's just the way things work though." He left it at that, giving off the air that this stranger opposing him should feel honored to even know his name. That he had even bothered to introduce himself. Then again, that was Cernt for you. It was something familiar that was both frustrating and comforting at the same time. |
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| Subtle Mystery | Mar 10 2010, 01:39 PM Post #5 |
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It wasn't that Azmariask was a violent creature by nature - though most people assumed whers were, it was simply that she hated seeing Hers so uncomfortable, so ill at ease. She didn't know the people that had caused her already shy Mine to withdraw fruther into herself, but the shadowy figures in Az's memories always brought a strong sense of abandonment and inner pain taht she struggled to hide, and Azmariask wasn't a stupid wher, she knew that it was people causing Hers this pain. Her solution was simple, Hers would be Hers and no one else's, she would simply be Azmariask's, so no one could hurt her. In so many ways, Azmaria was her hatchling, and Azmariask wanted to look after her. His very air around him intimidated her! Azmaria had never felt so small or useless as she did at that moment, talking to the green rider. There was a confidence in him that made Azmaria shrink back from him, like he was Rukbat and her eyes were as sensitive as the protective wher's beside her. Azmariask let out a low, soft croon of worry, her hostile act dropping away as Azmaria's hands plucked nervously at her tunic, casting around in her mind for something to say that sounded witty or clever. When his gaze skated over her, only to slip away, Azmaria's already hot cheeks flushed brighter, whether with indignation, anger or embarrassment an outsider couldn't know, but Azmariask did, and she didn't like that this man-thing had dismissed Hers so easily. "I... I um... I'm honoured." Quickly attempting something between a curtsey and a bow, Azmaria settled for a quick incline towards him before praying the shadows of the tunnels would just swallow her up. She supposed she could have just walked away, but all the manners she'd ever been taught held her feet in place, no matter how uncomfortable, Azmaria would never do anything that would upset another person, and though she was beginning to feel like her presence was more of an annoyance to this great rider, she didn't want to take the chance. A slight nudge to her hip made her realise that Azmariask was waiting to be introduced and Az ducked her head again, she was so distracted she was even forgetting Azmariask was there! "I... I'm Az... Uh, Azmaria... Th-this is Azmariask." Sometimes it sounded so odd, saying her name once again, but Azmariask chirped happily in answer to her name, pride radiating as she pressed against her leg. His dragon, his sillysilly creature could not follow His everywhere, but she could, oh yes, Azmariask could follow Hers anywhere. While most people might feel miffed or mildly annoyed at Cernt's arrogance, and his seeming manner of superiority, Azmaria was truly intimidated, she felt honoured that he'd bothered to speek to her, considering everything about his person suggested he wasn't one for light conversation. |
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| Dragonwing | Mar 10 2010, 02:11 PM Post #6 |
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The Wher's handler was getting rather awkward, and while Cernt wasn't his brother and couldn't quite read into people, he read into situations well enough. He could sense the tension in the air that lingered, both from Wher and the much younger girl, and it wasn't the sort of tension that he had when he talked to others. As she spoke, he turned his head slightly, watching her almost carefully now, one hand moving up to his hair to tug at a few strands of his fringes by the side of his face. The Greenrider didn't say anything for a while, simply just... observing both Wher and handler. Azmaria and Azariask then. There was a soft hurmp from his throat at the names. Whers, he could never understand their naming conventions. Still, he supposed it made it a whole lot easier to remember who was who. Though, if given a choice, he would rather Heleth be herself. After all, partners or not, she was her own creature, and he loved her to the point where he would not tie her down to simply being his. She was such a wonderful creature after all, and she deserved what praise and attention she got. There was a nod of his head then as he finally decided to talk again, his tone more flat and even less smug than before. He had a feeling that she was in enough awe of him without him enforcing his status over her. It was all rather pointless to do so if she was well aware of just how wonderful he was already. "I see... so you and your partner here are one of those who keep watch over the tunnels while the rest of us rest then?" How odd it was then, that this arrogant man did not put down the Wher's place. 'You and your partner', it seems that he was actually... respectful of their bond. Then again, this was a rather strange man all in all. Cernt has never been one to put down an actual bond between any creature and their bondeds. Oh yes, he looked down upon them, but never actually upon the bond that they had. For a moment, he sounded almost... tender as he spoke, lowering his hand and watching the Green Wher instead, taking note of her movements. Not quite wearily, but carefully enough to seem to be able to respond if the Wher was to decide to strike out. Still, watching the two of them struck him a little oddly. He remembered the time when Heleth had followed him about everywhere, but she had outgrown the tunnels and could no longer fit in here anyways. Not that it actually mattered, she was still here with him, in their own way. A rider and their dragon was never actually apart. But physically wise, she was out upon the ledge, and if he though about it well enough, he could almost feel the night breeze beneath her wings. She was restless it seemed, the semi-agreesive behavior from the Wher just a moment ago causing her unease. He sent her a little bit of emotional reassurance before turning his attention fully back to Azmaria again, taking a few steps sideways so that he could lean against the wall of the tunnel. "Tell me Azmaria then. Have the two of you seen anything that might cause the Weyr any distress in the near future?" He was actually concerned mind, though his casual tone didn't show it, "Any sort of unstable structures that you might have passed through? I'm confident that the tunnels were dug out well enough, but everything was rather... rushed in the job." His eyes watched her now, almost as if seeking hers out. He wasn't attempting to dominate her at all, not right now. Simply just... asking and watching. |
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| Subtle Mystery | Mar 10 2010, 02:22 PM Post #7 |
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Azmaria wasn't comfortable with people, and the silence came as a relief. Silence wasn't bad, she liked the silence. One could learn so much, simply by watching the way people moved, sat, walked, stood, without once moving their mouths. She knew when Azmariask was annoyed because she lashed her tail like a whip, she knew when she was angry because of the subtle tensing of muscles under her smooth hide, it was only when words were needed that the wher even made a sound, relying mostly on her body and emotions to 'speak' to her bonded. Az would never understand the sensation of 'words' in her mind, like Cernt did, but just as likely, Cernt wouldn't understand how a series of clicks, whistles and croons could make an entire sentence to Azmaria. Silence, was comfortable. In the absence of speech, Azmaria could listen to the soft sound of the air in teh tunnels, could let her eyes move along the cavern walls, looking at teh stone, and it allowed the green at her side to relax slightly to sniff at the air and ground, almost as though she were gathering information about her surroundings by scent alone. Which, in a way, she was. His question shattered the silence though, and Azmaria's gaze didn't shift from her feet, but Azmariask pressed clsoe to her legs again, her relaxed posture stiffening again. Instead of answering though, Azmaria simply nodded her head once in answer to his question, her hand reaching for Azmariask's neck as she did. Her partner. If there was anything that would endear Cernt to her in her thoughts despite his arrogacne, it was that. He didn't belittle Azmariask simply because he didn't think she was as sleek as his own green, Azmariask - he seemed to realise - was as important to Az as his Heleth was to him. Hearing her name spoken so casually made her want to shrink further back, but she forced herself to answer, though thought about it first. Her voice softened, and yet gained a wealth of confidence when seh looked at Azmariask. "Bad air? Bad rock?" A low, rumbling cough was her answer, the green's version of 'no', and Azmaria was once again forced to look up. This time she attempted to make her honey-brown gaze match his, and she managed, for all of a second before dipping her head again. "N-no, sir. Azmariask and... And I haven't gone very far... But... She smells.. I mean... she's not wor-worried about any-anything." |
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| Dragonwing | Mar 10 2010, 02:36 PM Post #8 |
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Cernt watched as she communicated with her Wher, and while he didn't understand just what was going on, he recognized certain signs of tension about the Green. It wasn't that surprising, it was the same regardless of what or whom they were. Anger and tension, the stiffening of the posture. In humans, it was often around the shoulders and face. In dragons, he learned to watch their wings and limbs. For the Wher, it took a little bit of guessing, but it was there... somewhat. Still, he didn't understand what it was that the Green was answering with. Still, her handler did, and as she tried to explain, Cernt merely nodded, rapping his knuckles against the surface he was leaning upon. "Smell eh? Is that how she tells? I wouldn't know, I haven't dealt much with whers, and they're different from dragons or firelizards. Still, I suppose she would know more about these tunnels than my Heleth would. She's more known to the skies and if a ledge is safe to land upon." He straighten, brushing non-exsistent dust off his outfit as he nodded once more. "If she isn't worried then I suppose everything is fine then. Still, I wonder what would happen once we start digging the new networks of tunnels that they're planning in the near future," he seemed... distant for a moment, looking at a point over Azmaria's shoulder into the shadows. Thoughtful even as he reached upwards to tug upon his fringe at the side of his face again. There was a soft 'hurmp' from his throat then as he simply just stood there for a moment before his eyes slowly flickered back to Azmaria. The way she held herself now... reminded him of something. Eyes that stared up at, not quite him, but the direction beyond his back as he stood between her and another sibling of theirs... "So... very much like her when she was younger..." he muttered, almost to himself. And she really was, that frightened girl. Still, it seemed that this girl had suffered her own troubles. But unlike Helitet, the girl bothered as she was still by the past, this Wherhandler didn't seem to have had anybody else but her Wher. He couldn't pretend to understand how she felt and he certainly wasn't going to push himself on her. The poor thing looked as though she was wishing the earth beneath her would open up and suck her in as it was already. Besides, he didn't know about her situation at all, and it wasn't in his place, much as that familiar instinct was pushing at him. Cernt looked over his shoulder then, then past her to where he was heading just moments ago. To continue on seemed rather pointless, especially when somebody more qualified than himself was sure that nothing was wrong with the tunnels. Besides, perhaps it was time for a late night snack anyways. He hasn't had the chance to harass any of the workers in the kitchens yet for a while now. There was that almost smug smirk as he decided upon it, turning about and tossing the statement over his shoulder without really thinking about it. "Well, that's cleared up then. Do you wish to head towards the kitchens? It isn't that early in the night and I'm sure you haven't eaten, though I might just be wrong yet." That smile really turned smug then, "Do you even know the way to the kitchens?" And if one didn't know any better, they would say he was teasing the poor frightened girl. |
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| Subtle Mystery | Mar 11 2010, 10:49 AM Post #9 |
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If there was one subject that was comfortable with, it was her wher, but it honestly surprised her how little people knew about whers, and yet everyone knew about dragons. As a girl, she'd heard everything and anything about the dragonriders and firelizards, everyone knew how they bonded, how they acted, what they did, how to train them, how they communicated. Ask about a wher and most people just shook their heads and shrugged. Wher's weren't nothing important now were they? Here was a chance to tell him more, and as much as Azmaria wanted to educate him, she felt like her tongue was stuck, heavy. So she shrugged before trying again. If she looked at her feet, then she could talk a little. "Somewhat." She mumbled eventually, shifting her weight slightly before drawing in a deep breath to continue. "I don't ri-rightly know how she does it, sir. Sometimes she smells the rock, an-and sometimes she tastes it. I th-think she just knows. L-like dragons know to fly, she knows what to look for... I guess." Azmariask sneezed beside her- more of an exhaling of air than a true sneeze before she settled her whirling eyes on Cernt. She saw him only as heat, and she could smell him, but all of this couldn't tell her if he was dangerous to Hers or not. She supposed it was possible that he was, but possible he wasn't. Glancing off in the direction he'd stated, Azmariask tilted her wedged head at Cernt before nudging Azmaria's hip and chirping softly. She didn't understand much of what Cernt was saying, she was familliar only with Az, due to their bond. Az re-enforced words with emotions, which helped the small wher to grasp what she was asking better. Cernt had none of this and the unfamilliar way of speaking confused he. "They're going to dig, he just wonders if it's safe I guess." Was her bonded's reply, and Azmariask gave her head a quick dip in an imitation of a nod, before rumbling and twitching her tail slightly, "You want to be here when they do?" A chirp. Az frowned slightly, "Most people are up in the day time, Azmariask. Your eyes hurt in the light." Another affronted look, Azmariask knew this, but it was dark in the tunnels, she could see better than the humans in here. "Oh well aren't we just wonderful?" Chirp, chirp, croon. Yes, Yes I am. Quite happy with having the last word, the green shook herself slightly, her eyes darted to Cernt when he mumbled. "Like... who?" Curiousity overcame embarrassment, and prompted Az to ask, though she quickly realised and blushed, shaking her head as if to tell him never mind, not to mind her. She after all, had no real input, she was only a child, a girl-child at that, Azmariask was the only one that heeded her. And that was only because they had quickly established that Azmariask didn't like it when Az was upset at her. She merely hoped now, that Cernt of Heleth would leave her alone, go on his way and... Not... Offer her anything. The question suitably made her squirm inwardly. She wanted with every fibre in her body to say no, she was fine thank you and go on her way. The way she'd been raised made her reluctantly nod her head, and the wher beside her to let out a growling huff. Hers might be hungry, but she could very well feed Hers on her own. "N-no, I haven't eaten yet." Stepping forward only slightly, Azmaria waited for Azmariask to step forward with her, before the wher literally bristled at his thrown back comment. With a few extremely rude noises, she stomped past Cernt, and whatever she'd said made Azmaria laugh softly, holding her sides. "She says she can see in the dark. She's pretty sure you can't. So she'll lead the way, thank you." Laughing again, Azmaria pauysed slightly behind Cernt, unsure of where she should walk. Riders often thought of themselves above wherhandlers, and she was ordered to walk a step behind, not knowing where she should be, she opted for walking behind him. |
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| Dragonwing | Mar 11 2010, 11:24 AM Post #10 |
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There was a certain sense of curiosity as Cernt watched the interaction between Azmariask and her handler, not something that all dragonriders would have had perhaps, but one nonetheless. The Greenrider has seen flits and those that they see to, though he himself has yet to actually have a bond with such a thing. He didn't really find the need to, he had his Heleth after all. Heleth and, of course Cloud Dancer, but that runnerbeast was probably asleep now. All the moving around had made the poor girl quite nervous as of late. She's been tensed, and that was no good. The mare was a good worker, but she needed time off, and Cernt wondered if he would be able to bring her out one of these days. The western continent might be barren, but it would be a good place for her to take a run every now and then and simply get away for a while. Cloud Dancer might have gotten used to the constant activities of a Weyr, but this was a whole new place and unfamiliar territory had set her on her nerves. Still, he was getting off point. He was simply curious really. It was probably a similar bond to the one that he had with Heleth. At least, in terms of the fact that the wher was as important to her handler as his Heleth was to him. At least, in this such case it was. He had heard of cases when a wher didn't quite agree with their handler, but he's never actually had the time to explore such things. There was a smallest amount of tension in his shoulders then, for the smallest amount of time as she asked just who it was that she was so alike. He remained silent, easing back to his calm self the next moment as they both left it at that. It wasn't that he minded her knowing, it was just... complicated was all. Cernt was well aware of his reputation with others, and it was something that he took a little bit of twisted pride in. Having to reveal something like what she had asked about was a little bit... embarrassing for the man. That smug smirk upon his features fixed there however as she replied to his offhanded comment. Or at least, what he had made seem like an offhanded comment. He watched as Azmariask stomp ahead of himself, never changing his pace and allowing for her to do so. Well, it was true enough after all. He wasn't a night creature, much as he acted like it sometimes with his night time wanderings. So the wher could see better than him in the dark, it wasn't as if it was a huge blow to his ego. He chuckled softly as Azmaria spoke, only to stop and narrow his eyes slightly as he took note of just where she was keeping pace. A roll of his eyes as he waved his hand in the air in that casual manner, indicating that he really didn't care and was just pointing it out for the sake of pointing it out, "You know, one might think I was going to chew you out with the way you keep this up. Lift your head girl, your Azma... Amariask is it? Well, she's right, she can see better in the dark than I can, though saying that I'm blind isn't all true." In an offhanded way, he was telling her to step up. This was her wher that was supposedly leading them after all, it barely made any sense for her to be stepping behind him. Still. How was the poor girl supposed to get that out of his mixed messages? Not that the Greenrider actually cared if she did, because he really didn't, never changing his pace as he continued through the tunnels in this... fine night. |
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| Subtle Mystery | Mar 20 2010, 01:59 PM Post #11 |
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Azmariask wasn't a proud or nasty creature by nature, she was however, in a word, protective. If one wanted to add another word, possessive was a good one to use. Though she knew her way to the kitchens flawlessly, she paused periodically to look back at the two humans, making sure both were in eyesight and keeping an even closer eye on Cernt. When they went too slow for her tastes, Azmariask let out a soft, annoyed chirp to hurry them along before plodding along ahead again. Azmaria chose not to respond to his teasing comment, nearly dropping her head further in embarrasment. It was only at the second request... Demand... Thing, that she raised her head again, though only slightly. "I'm.. Not accoustemed to speaking to dragonriders... My Lord." Was all she mumbled. In a way, it was the truth, if only a part of it. She didn't talk to dragon riders, but more accurately, Azmaria didn't really talk to anyone, she had Azmariask and that was generally enough for her. It wasn't a problem, talking to Cernt, he was ... Interesting. He seemed to value teasing her though, and Az found that more than a little confusing. Sometimes he was nice, sometimes he teased, and that was all in the space of the candlemark she'd been conversing with him. "I assume you were not blind, my lord. The blind can not be candidates... For dragons." If Cernt was listening extremely closely, there might have been a mild note of smugness in her voice. The blind could not be candidates for dragons but they could be for whers. So there. Azmariask trotted back again, nudging at Cernt's knees with a commanding chirrup. He needed to hurry up. Now. Yes. Azmaria laughed again at the annoyed whirl in the green's eyes. Normally, Azmariask was quite shy when it came to other people, like herself. Perhaps she was thinking that Az needed the protection for now. "Do you often w-wander at night?" |
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| Dragonwing | Mar 20 2010, 04:13 PM Post #12 |
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Cernt arched an eyebrow as the title that she had given him, shaking his head. "Do not call me that, I am no lord. A dragonrider, and a good one at that, but no lord. In fact, many a Lord Holder and I do not see eye to eye in many a matter." He laughed somewhat, knowing exactly why this was so. He was too... arrogant for their tastes, even as a dragonrider. Even more so than a proud Bronzerider. They thought of him as a man who would hoard his supposed superiority over them. Of course, if they knew that he would rather be chasing after tunnelsnakes than deal with them... but ah... one has to put up with all sorts of circumstances. He chuckled somewhat at her next statement then, "No. I suppose not. But can you imagine a blind dragonrider in Threadfall? That... is a dangerous situation..." He looked rather distant for a moment, as if thinking about it. "It's dangerous enough in practice and drills, but in the heat of that... perhaps it is for the best that the blind cannot stand at the sands... though I do not know about the mute." He seemed... worried, "Still... I suppose..." He stopped then, listening to Azmariask. There was that arch of an eyebrow as he tried to guess at what the Wher wanted. Heleth's soft voice nudged into his head to hurry up and he chuckled slightly, increasing his pace by the slightest. He fixed an eye on Azmaria then, then muttered beneath his breath, "Yes... Far too often I am afraid... far too often. Mornings are hard on me, but the night... the late days... that's my time I suppose." |
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| Subtle Mystery | Mar 27 2010, 07:11 AM Post #13 |
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Not to call him lord? Well, what was she supposed to address him as if not that? Dragonrider sounded odd in conversation, and the idea of addressing him by name when he was not a fellow wherhandler... No, that wouldn't do at all, she'd just have to find some way around addressing him directly. Keeping her eyes locked on the wher ahead of them, Azmaria tried to figure him out. On first impression he seemed rude, arrogant, everything one didn't like in a person, but during their short conversation, he'd teased her, treated her as an equal and listened to her stumble her way through conversation. So while he might be an ass, he wasn't a complete one. That wasn't entirely reassuring, but it was better than nothing. That, there, was her point. Turning her head to look at him briefly, Azmaria shrugged very slightly. She didn't know anything about Thread or fighting it, her job was Azmariask, was the tunnels and safety in them. "That's my point. A lack of sight has no impact on a bond between wher and handler, nor does an inability or unwillingness to talk, whers can teach their bonded in whatever way they need to." So many of her family had said she'd be a bad handler because she chose far too often not to speak, and hold her tongue. She, ultimately, was an observer, not a conversationalist. "I suppose it irritates me, that so many people are not given a chance because of things out of their control." Or given only a chance such as she'd been given, with no real ability to say 'no'. "I have no choice in when I sleep or wake. Azmariask likes the night, so I suppose, in time I learned to like that better. There are fewer people around at night." Shrugging again, Azmaria reached down her hand to scratch the wher's eyeridges as she came to a pause beside them, the green evidently pausing this time to walk alongside her human. |
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| Dragonwing | Mar 27 2010, 07:24 AM Post #14 |
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Cernt didn't seem bothered at all by her point. Instead, he merely just shrugged. "I don't think a bond between a dragon and their rider is weakened any by the lack of sight..." He pondered upon this point, thinking back on something. He seemed almost distant for a moment, "I think the entire point in which a blind candidate would not be picked isn't because dragons wouldn't wish to impress them, but because of the fact that Thread makes it difficult for us to train them. It's not a matter of the dragon and people... but..." He watched her for a moment, his tone turning... almost soft, "I think it's more of their safety over anything else. We have losses up there... so much so than anything else, and these are fully trained men with full use of every one of their bodily functions. I think... perhaps... what they're not willing to risk is the higher chance of somebody getting hurt because of something like blindness..." He sighed slightly, "Because the truth of the matter would be that being a dragonrider isn't just about being respected and looked up to. It's a lot of work and the fact that whenever you're up there in the sky and Thread is falling, it's not just your life on the line. It's yours, your bonded and whoever else might be beneath you." He scowled then, "But then... it's not as if searchriders force our candidates on the sands. The final call is still theirs... but sometimes, I wonder if the reputation that comes with a dragonrider is all that they're thinking of when they accept. My brother knew what was on the line, and so did I. He made sure of that." He let out a soft 'hmp' then, shaking his head, "this conversation is... something too deep for me to ponder upon in company." His tone returned back to the smug and sharp quality that it had just a few moments ago then. "I'm not surprised. From what little I know about whers," and it was really quite little, Cernt would admit, "Rukbat hurts their eyes. I simply like the late evenings because they give me time to think without the pressing presence of... others..." The way he drew out the word 'others' indicated that he thought of them as quite the group of dimglows. Not present company perhaps, but people in general. |
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| Subtle Mystery | Apr 3 2010, 06:46 AM Post #15 |
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"Perhaps not." Shrugging slightly, Azmaria turned her attention back to Azmariask's footsteps, the green remaining patient now that this 'Cernt' creature was no longer upsetting Hers, and though Azmaria agreed to a part with Cernt, she couldn't say so. She still felt that whers, though apparently less beautiful, gave more chances. They trained and were trained according to their bonded's needs and own way of learning. Azmariask had always been very patient and quiet with her, and her own shyness with other whers had allowed the two to be as close as handler and wher could be. It might not be quite the extent to which a dragon and rider might be bonded, but it was the closest thing to family Az could really remember, and she wasn't willing to let go of it. "That's true..." She murmured finally, her gaze turning sad as she listened, "So many people are hurt or die without even doing dangerous things..." Like their crafts, the thigns they'd been trained to do. So mayn lives on the line, just to protect their world, their way of life... Was it right? Surely there could be no justifying the loss of so many lives, what of those who were left behind in the aftermath of a Fall? Those who lost mates, sons, daughters, bondeds? They were risking those lives too, just in a different matter. "I was never asked, but I'm not sure I would have said no if I was." Her voice remained soft, almost sad as she continued, one shoulder rising in a shrug, "If I was, I wouldn't care for reputation, or fame, or even the danger it might present.. I would think of it as a chance to have family again, they say rider's are all a very close group, a family even. When I was given Azmariask's egg, I had no way of knowing if she would stay or go, but the chance she might stay was enough." Blushign scarlet as she realised just how much she'd been speaking, Azmaria's honey brown eyes focused on the ground, "I-I-I'm sorry. I'm t-talking t-too much." Was all she mumbled, chewing on her lip to try andease some of the tension she felt now. "T-they see through heat." She whispered in answer to his comment aout Rukbat hurting the wher's eyes, though her cheeks went a brighter scarlet at the way he said 'others', he thought she was an idiot! She should never have accepted the walk to the kitchens, she should have just gone back to the quaters she'd been given, with Azmariask. She didn't say anything though, merely remaining silent and staring at the ground. |
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| Dragonwing | Apr 3 2010, 07:00 AM Post #16 |
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Cernt shrugged slightly, as if what she said had no impact whatsoever, "being a rider is not suited for everybody." He closed his eyes then, "But there's something about having a dragon that makes the danger worth it I suppose. Not really the fame or reputation either. It's the bond I suppose, but... unless one has a bonded in the first place, they wouldn't know." He shrugged, "Holders and Riders often do not see eye to eye for that reason." He then shrugged again, "Talk all you want, it barely matters." He was looking forwards, as if waiting for something, anything, to happen. The kitchens weren't far now. So instead, he sighed, almost softly as he lifted his hand up, rubbing the side of his head. The day was starting to take its toll, and it was about time that he eased up anyways. The softening of his tone as he spoke next then, eyes closing as he took the route he knew in his mind. "Heat huh? Well, that explains a few things I suppose. Better off than dragons anyways, dragons can't see much at night. They don't smell much either. One of the reasons why we don't fight thread at night, not on dragonback back anyways. Too dangerous." There was a silence for a moment as he just walked. He could feel Heleth's presence, soothing as she was, in the back of his mind. She was resting now, as she often did about this time. It usually meant that Cernt spent about another few candlemarks wandering around the tunnels and throughout the Weyr. "What else then?" he muttered, allowing for Azmaria to speak freely about whers, especially hers. She did know more about them than he did after all, and one never knew when such information could come into use. |
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| Subtle Mystery | Apr 9 2010, 05:50 AM Post #17 |
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No, it wasn't. Azmaria wasn't exactly scared of heights, but the idea of going up as high as the dragonriders were forced to made her shiver with horror. She liked her tunnels and the ground, though the idea of being trapped under ground wasn't pleasant either. "It depends on your views." She murmured finally, though she agreed. Azmariask was her family, her home, her everything. She had a purpose and a reason with Azmariask, take that away, and what was she but a frightened little girl with no skills or talents to speak of. "It's knowing you're never alone." She mumbled finally, her eyes fixing on her wher who was waiting for them outside the kitchens, tail swishing slightly as she did so. She seemed to have calmed down a considerable amount considering her first hostility towards Cernt, now she was calm, almost happy. Scarlet raced up her cheeks at his comment and she shook her head hurriedly, she didn't normally talk so much about anything, at all. The softening in his voice made Az look up at him, curious as to what would make his voice relax, only to blink slightly at the seeming transformation. Even if it was only slightly, his expression had relaxed, lost it's haughty, snobbish expression, he was almost... Attractive like that, she thought, only to be utterly mortified at the though and quickly turning her face back to her shoes. 'Y-yes, but whers can't fly." She mumbled, grateful for the topic to grasp and talk about, though Azmariask let out a soft hum of amusement at her handler's embarrasment. "I-... They have a wodnerful sense of smell, Az can recognise things based purely on scent, and great memories, I think, Azmariask has never forgotten a word after she's taught it to me and... and um.. Well she's never forgotten a tunnel or a smell, ever, I... I'm not sure about their sense of hearing, I've never been far enough to ... test... it." Trailing off after a moment, as she caught up to Azmariask and the wher responded with a loving croon and a cough for Cernt, her nose instantly ressed into Az's hand nudging her forward. |
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| Dragonwing | Apr 11 2010, 06:55 AM Post #18 |
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Cernt seemed almost thoughtful as he stared into the darkness of the tunnels. It wasn't as if daytime made them any brighter by much, being situated as Galvalin was. Still, the difference between Night and day was told to him by his dragon, and the fact that the dragonriders' weyrs were still located in a place where light could get in. There was something about living in a place where it was almost constantly dark that made Cernt pause for a moment. Still, he blinked slightly at Azmaria's words. True, Whers couldn't fly. "Each to their own," he grunted out slightly, noting that the kitchens were getting closer as they spoke. "The Whers watch the nights and the dragons will watch the skies. Dragons never did have any use for a strong sense of smell I suppose." He noddedd slightly, before shaking his head. "Still, the Whers are here, and they're helpful in their own way. Everybody in Pern has a part to play," he droned on, as if speaking to himself. Still, he could have been heard by anybody and everybody in this tunnel at the moment. The kitchens were right there now, and he seemed distracted almost. Watchig Azmariask in an almost disinterested manner of curiosity. It didn't really make sense, but it worked for him. As if he was simply watch the Wher to find out something new because in an utterly detached manner. |
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