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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 13 2010, 02:13 PM (668 Views) | |
| Subtle Mystery | Apr 13 2010, 02:13 PM Post #1 |
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One hand reached out to lightly press against the wall, and wide eyes searched the semi-darkness for a moment, attempting to get some sort of bearings around her. Though she was used to having little or no light, the tunnels she'd just come from had been lit vaguely by glows that needed turning, or were beginning to simmer down, but even those small lights had thrown her night vision back to basic, so that only the stark difference between the black of the tunnels and the bright green of the wher's hide helped her follow the green. The whers eyes were glowing jewels in the darkness, eagerness and excitement racing through the bond they shared, an eagerness to explore this tunnel that smelt fresh and new in her nose, a scent so strong in her mind that even her handler could almost sense it. Slowly, her vision adjusted and Azmaria was able to walk without fear of her feet tripping on a stray rock or her shin smashing against one of the up-growing rocks that frequented the tunnels. It was slightly distrubing to know that if she'd walked too far left and not moved she would have walked straight into one of the low hanging rocks. Azmariask probably would have warned her about it, using her own unique way of scenting and seeing to warn her handler about the rock, but she was currently nose down, cooing to herself happily about one of the growing rocks as she sat back on her hind legs, fore-claws reaching out to grasp the rock lightly as she sniffed it. To her, the tunnel smelt and felt steady, it wasn't like some of the others they'd passed that she had baulked at. Without one of her larger cousins with her, like a brown or even a blue, Azmariask wouldn't be going anywhere near those tunnels. Some deep borne instinct had warned her against that tunnel, but those same senses were singing with delight at this new tunnel. It was damp, she told her handler, damp and smelt of water, but with a strong stench of hard rock and metal. This mountain was sturdy, the salt from the ocean could do little harm here. Distracted a little by the glimmer of the water, Azmariask only occassionally glacned at her happily following handler, chirping very softly when she caught a new scent in the air. Two new scents. One was the undeniably sweet scent of water, but the other was a musky smell, one she'd smelt before. Lifting her nose, the wher turned her head slightly, attempting to capture the scent before she rounded the bend. It had the musky spicy smell of her cousins, the dragons, the scent of worked leather, stone that made fire and... a subtle scent that was unique to... Oh him. Azmariask let out a half-growl as her sight picked out Cernt, sitting on a rock, and she quickly dismissed him other that to give a coughing laugh at the fact he smelt wet. Stupid human-thing he'd probably fallen in the water. Azmariask swiftly moved out of sight, interested by something else, but by this point, Azmaria was comfortable, so she didn't ask the green to come back. She was glad at that moment that she'd chosen to wear boots under her dress this time, remembering the last time other shoes had gotten soaked by the watered passages of the weyr, she could smell... Water? But a lot of it, that didn't make sense. "Az?" Her voice was clear and questioning as she moved around the bend, eyes fixed on the far end of the tunnel, the green gave an answering whistle that was unfamilliar to Azmaria, and she stepped forward again, searching the area for the green. Again, the wher gave off that sweet whistle that sounded vaguely like her sharp whistle for salt water, but sweet water. Another step gave her the answer, as with a rather girlish squeal, her foot slipped off the edge of the lake's bank and Azmaria was sent tumbling into the shallowish water of the lake. Worried, the green raced over to the edge, chattering unhappily as Azmaria scrambled back out of the water, shivering already from the instant chill. Now she knew what that whistle meant; lake. The fact she couldn't swim only added to her unease as she trudged up the bank, only then catching sight of Cernt, at which her cheeks gained some warmth back by flaring with colour. What could be worse, running into someone while she was dripping wet. Brilliant. |
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| Dragonwing | Apr 16 2010, 07:17 AM Post #2 |
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Even without her being physically here, he could feel her amusement as she rolled onto her side in her roost, watching the night skies from the opening outside. She was listening more to the sound of rushing water beneath her than his grumbling of the water right at his feet. Heleth was more than just a little amused at his situation right now. In his defense, without being part of the tunnel systems that they used, this place was nearly completely dark. It would have been so if it wasn't for the few glows placed every now and here that reflected blue off the stone walls. But it really was a wonder that a person could see five feet away from their own face. He was sitting there then, upon the rock that he had found, utterly soaked right down in his leathers. Mind, his boots weren't as bad off, seeing as how they were... semi-waterproof. They were the ones that he used when wandering down the semi-flooded tunnels that they had in this Weyr after all. He had been in the process of tugging his shirt off of himself, not wanting to sit here in wet clothes, when he thought he heard something. A whistle or something like that. Still, he didn't quite have time to deal with it at the moment. So as he began to wring the water out of his shirt, the sudden splashing caused him to arch an eyebrow. The sound of boots in the water, somebody stepping closer until they were actually in his limited range of sight. Ah. The Wherhandler then. Her Green was probably around here somewhere then, which would have explained the whistle. There was that almost smirk across his features as he went back to drying whatever he could of his shirt, speaking in a low and casual tone. "You know. You didn't exactly hit the deep end there," he drawled out, his eyes flickering over to where he knew the deep end was. There was a reason why he was soaked, not just wet. Then again, the sudden increase in water depth was hard to tell in this sort of lighting after all. He certainly wasn't a wher, that's for sure. He was human, plain and simple, after all. Still. it rather amused him to see that he wasn't the only one who had managed to fall into this lake. |
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| Subtle Mystery | Apr 18 2010, 03:32 PM Post #3 |
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For a split second, anger or annoyance flashed in Azmaria's eyes, an indication perhaps to those who were observant that she wasn't as meek inside as she acted towards people. Turning her head away from Cernt to wring out the heavy wool of her skirt to keep herself busy, Azmaria's answer was still clipped and slightly annoyed when she answered, "I can't swim, so perhaps it's best I fell in at this end." sighing as she flopped to the ground to tug her boots off, Az honestly dreaded the tredge but to her quaters for warmer clothes. The tunnels were dark, damp and she was going to end up with a cold after this, she'd bet she'd get a cold, which was just what she needed. "Why didn't you warn me?" This was said to Azmariask, at which the Wher paused in sniffing her handler to give her an afronted look, only to cough. Did. "You didn't!" Did. "Oh whatever." Grumbling again as she pulled her bot off, Az gave a disgusted sound at the amount of water that poured out. Still, she couldn't completely ignore him, and now her annoyance was fading, she was faced again with the crippling shyness. At times she hated everything that had happened to make her so, the alienation her family had forced on her, the fact that she couldn't talk to people her own age... She would have liked to talk to Cernt, he was different. A little arrogant, but Azmaria was almost certain that was an act, no one was really like that, and he might even be very nice, he was certainly attractive... In... In a borish pig-headed way, of course. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped." The fall in the water had frightened her, certainly, but not enough to warrent her snapping his head off. Azmariask gave a soft sound of dissaproval beside her, and shook her head lightly but the moment Az's hand reached for her, she butted her nose against her handler's skin. A long moment of silence might have passed, had Azmaria not gathered her courage into looking at him squarly, only to have her cheeks flame with colour. He was half-naked! H-He- It- Rude- Shards. Glancing back down at her feet, Azmaria focused on keeping them there, on her feet, not on his chest, not over there. "Doesn't it bother you, leaving y-your dragon?" |
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| Dragonwing | Apr 19 2010, 02:10 AM Post #4 |
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“If you can’t swim, than perhaps that is for the best,” Cernt drawled out as if the situation didn't at all concern him. He watched as the handler argued with a wher for a moment before he turned back to wringing out his shirt. When she spoke again to him however, the Greenrider paused, blinking. Then he simply shrugged, tossing the still wet shirt over his shoulder. “That’s fine,” he muttered. It wasn’t as if it had bothered him at all really. In fact, it had rather interested him actually. Still, that side of her seemed to have gone back into hiding right now. Besides, it’s not as if he’s never faced worse. The Greenrider didn’t seem to actually notice that Azmaria had sudden turned flustered right after that. Of course, that could just be him being completely and utter disconnected to the situation again, because he was actually well aware of it. He just didn’t seem the point about doing anything about it. It’s not as if they were in any trouble because of it. There was a part of him that actually was rather amused about it to be honest, and he was honest with himself. Or at least, he tried to be. At her question, he stopped, shifting his weight slightly. His legs braced against the ground as he leaned upon them, elbows resting upon his knee as he rested his head upon his hands. Did it bother him? Yes. To be honest. It still does sometimes, to a certain extent, but it wasn’t as if he could do anything about it. There was a sight then as he looked past the wherhandler rather than at her, his eyes unfocused. “It’s not really as if I’m completely separated from her. She’s still here, in a manner of speaking. The bond is still here, and that’s a comfort. So it doesn’t really make sense, but it is accepted amongst us riders... Especially during the first few times when your dragon gets too large to wander the tunnels with you… Yes. It does bother me. It bothers most of us, especially when put into a situation where we need the support.” He shrugged slightly, dropping his hands and merely watching the wherhandler, “Like I said. It makes no sense, because they’re still with us…” He tapped the side of his head, “In here and…” he tapped his chest then, right over his heart, “Here. But you know how it is.” Another shrug as he turned his attention back to the flowing water, “I wouldn’t go any further in this direction if I were you. The lake as a step drop around there. It gets deep enough to drown somebody.” |
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| Subtle Mystery | Apr 21 2010, 08:14 AM Post #5 |
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"Indeed." She mumbled after a moment, shrugging one shoulder that indicated she really did care now. What happened, would happened, she should probably learn to swim, living surrounded by water as they were, but here... Well, she'd never had anyone to ask, so whetehr it was a new place or not was really no concern. If it had been deeper, Azmariask would just have dragged her out or something along those lines. She'd never let her get hurt, she couldn't stop her getting scared, but she would stop her getting hurt. "No it's not. It's not fair to snap when someone doesn't deserve it, or to blame the bad things that happen on them." Going quiet ocne again, Azmaria's eyes fixed on the shifting patterns of minimal light on the lake surface. It wasn't fair, she avoided snapping at people, it was probably why she was constantly apologising for things. It wasn't fair to balme someone innocent of wrong-doing for all the bad things that had ever befallen them. "It makes sense." Az murmured after a moment, curling her arms around her knees and drawing them up to her chest, even her bond with Azmariask wasn't as strong as that. She hated to be away from her, because she all but pined for her. Azmariask was her best friend, she was the only one who understood her in a way only her parents had. Azmariask wasn't in her mind as much as she assumed Cernt's dragon was, after all, Az couldn't hear her words at all, just heat images that she didn't entirely understand, and feelings, she couldn't hear words. Az understood all the sounds she made, but she never spoke. It was just... well she didn't even understand it herself. Azmariask was hers, as much as Az was Azmariask's, it was a partnership. In interested her though, that he referred to his dragon still being present in his heart, Cernt gave off the impression of not having on, but Azmaria was accoustemed to reading into more than that, observing. And the few times she was awake during the day and she'd seen him, she might not speak to him, but she watched. The impression she got, was that he was a pretender. "You like to pretend you're nastier than you are, don't you?" Besmusement coloured her tone, even as she ignored his warning about the lake, she wouldn't go closer no, but the comment was just another way he showed he did give a damn, even if he liked to pretend he didn't. Hanging her head slightly so her chin restend on her knees, Az shrugged slightly, "I can't understand that, you know. Trying to be someone else, for... Well, nothing. If people like you, they will like you no matter who you are, as long as it's you. And if they don't, then pretending to be someone else won't make them... And even pretending you don't care about anyone is very.... It's lonely." |
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| Dragonwing | Apr 22 2010, 03:36 AM Post #6 |
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“Perhaps” Cernt drawled out, watching the surface of the water near his feet with a mild curiosity as if he were merely watching a wherry run about in a circle or something like that, “But everybody needs a way to release their frustrations. Besides, it’s not as if I haven’t heard worse.” He leaned back slightly then, watching Azmaria again. Then as she asked that question and continued on, he merely just… continued watching her. In that same manner as he had watched the water just a few moments ago, he just sat there and watched her. When she finished, he took a deep breath and exhaled it in a sigh. Once more, the weight of his elbows was upon his legs as he leaned forwards, eyes still tracking the wherhandler’s every movement the best he could in this limited lighting. “I don’t think I’m pretending,” he spoke finally, his tone a rather deep one. His words were slow, as if he was thinking it over and slowly picking each one with a deliberate care, “I think I really am as nasty as I am, but it comes from the distinct lack of caring.” He was now studying her face, watching for her reactions to just what he was saying. “Not, that is, to say that I don’t care for others, I do… for a few selected few. It’s merely that I don’t care what they think of me. The rest of it however… is for my amusement.” As if to prove his point, the corner of his lips tugged upwards slightly, and he chuckled softly, “I am well aware of what people think of me, regardless of the fact that I don’t mind what they think at all. They think I am arrogant due to my lack of reactions to both their approval or disapproval, so that is what I am. Because it honestly amuses me to watch them.” There was another chuckle then, “Because, honestly, it’s all a matter of a mind game, and I do love messing with people’s heads. Have you ever seen that? When people dislike you because they feel like you’ve wronged them but they can’t for their life figure out how or why other than the fact that you’re you?” He was laughing now then, straightening his shoulders and back as he shook his head, “Really. It gets better when I start acting nice to them. Because what they don’t understand is that my particular swagger doesn’t come from a Bronze’s arrogance, it comes from knowing that whatever they say, they can’t bring me down.” He shrugged slightly then, “Perhaps. It is a little lonely. But it’s always a little lonely when you’re at the top now isn’t it?” |
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| Subtle Mystery | Apr 28 2010, 10:49 AM Post #7 |
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"That doesn't mean it's right.' Dropping her voice down to a murmur, it was obvious Az was more than a little confused by this conversation, and this man. She was fifteen turns old, but she understood that yelling was rude, that people's feeligns were important, that-- Why was he looking at her? Was her hair a mess? Her hands reached up briefly to touch her wet hair, but other than the fact it was wet and chilling her further, there was nothing odd about it, not that she could see, maybe it was her clothes? No, nothing see through. So what was he staring at? Slight surprise registered on her face as he began to answer her question, and Azmaria tilted her head slightly at him. "If you do not care, why do you go to such great lengths to make others believe you don't care?" Sometiems, she supposed she acted older than her turns, and this was one of them, but she didn't feel older, just more informed of others, because she was content to watch, not act. She wasn't a fighter by nature, "Can you be certain they think that? Perhaps they don't, I don't. And... It might not be worth much, but I don't think you're that way." She murmured after a moment, letting her hand rest against Azmariask's soft side, warmth radiated from the wher though she seemed almost disinterested in her handler's conversation. "Nope, I've never felt that way." "No. Being at the top doesn't mean loneliness, it simply means that you need someone else up there with you. Or perhaps you need to step down a little. Isn't happiness better than greatness? Isn't love better than power? It's not a sense of power that keeps you warm on cold nights. It's your dragon, and her love for you. It's your friends and your family's love for you. Family is the most important thing in the world, it doesn't matter how high you climb you should always remember your family... Be-because... Th-they'll always be there, to hug you or support you..." Obviously losing confidence the moment she looked up at him, Az turned her head away slightly, lettihng her head fall onto her knees. What was it about this arrogant, annoying man that made her talk. She'd gone a whole turn, barely saying two words to other people, btu his attitude... It... It annoyed her, that he thought he was above all thethings she wanted. She didn't have family or friends to love, she only had her wher, and though that was often enough, it stung that this man, who could have it, was throwing it away like it was nothing. Pushing herself to her feet, Az shrugged her shoulders slightly, keeping her gaze on the ground. "You're very strange. I don't understand you." |
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| Dragonwing | Apr 28 2010, 12:15 PM Post #8 |
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“Things that happen happen. Nothing is always in the right or wrong,” Cernt muttered in a rather offhanded manner. He seemed rather detached at the moment, simply looking at the water for a moment. Still, as he spoke, he spoke in a calm tone. “Perhaps it’s because I prefer that they know that I don’t give a shard what they think, because it honestly amuses me to see them so frustrated. Besides, it’s not as if I shout it out to the world,” he returned to watching her for a moment, “I’m not surprised you’ve never felt that way. It’s a rather sadistic pleasure, if I do have to admit. I won’t lie about that, if there’s something my estranged brother and I share, it’s that. I think you’re too nice to know that.” He shrugged then, and fell silent as if having ignored her faltering speech. A moment passed as if he had simply just allowed what she had said to skip right over him. Then, as he laced his fingers together, there was a hardened tone in his voice. “Power is, perhaps, something that is hard to describe. Do I care for rank? Not really, it merely just dictates an order to follow, and even I understand the importance of that. But perhaps, what you mean by power is the sheer understanding that you can play a game by anybody’s rule and still be able to win, because no matter how much they twist the rules, you just go along.” He watched her again, fixing a critical eye upon her. There was a lack of arrogance in there though, but it was replaced by something a little chilling. It was that sheer lack of care, and a look that told her that at this moment, she wasn’t even considered the dirt beneath his boots. It wasn’t an arrogant thing at all, rather it was as if there was a strong distain for her words that he couldn’t stand. “Friends are mostly superficial. They come and go, and what one considers a friend is usually just a relationship in which they use one another. I have no need for such things, and even so, I can safely say that I do have a friend or two. Friendship which accepts you for who you are regardless of what you say or do. While you irritate them, or they irritate you. Or perhaps you were in the complete wrong or they were. Whatever the situation, a true friendship is knowing how to support each other through even the hardest of time. And that, perhaps is what makes a family.” He looked away now, eyes fixing on the wall of the tunnel, though that same distain lingered in the air, if not stronger. “As for an actual family…” He laughed now, “Heleth is my family, my friends are my family. As for my actual family, they are, mostly, nothing.” His words were now cold and flat, “The idea that the family I was born into would support me is laughable. My father had never stayed even long enough to find out that he had impregnated my mother, and she had never once raised a single one of us. I suspect, honestly, that father has probably sired more children than the ones I am aware of in fact.” He grunted slightly, “I would not call most of my supposed ‘family’ I was born in my family, any more than you would call your wher a pet, or anymore I would call Heleth so.” He stood up then, “I have a family, I have friends, just not the ones that people usually have.” Wringing out his shirt one last time, he tossed it over his shoulder, jerking his head towards Azmariask, “It’s like how she’s your family, not some woman whom you do not know.” He watched her carefully then, his posture and attitude softening slightly. “Family… is what you think of it, and mostly, it’s made of friends whom you can actually call friends.” He shrugged then, stepping towards her, then walking past her, “You do not have to understand me, you simply have to know.” His smug grin was back again as he turned about, making a come hither motion with his hands before continuing up the dark path, “now… let’s get to a drier place shall we?” |
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| Subtle Mystery | May 8 2010, 12:24 PM Post #9 |
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Surprised she hadn't felt sadistic? Azmaria's eyebrows rose slightly in an expression that was half amused and half horrified that he would think she had any form of sadism in her. Still his words made her think, too nice? If she was nice, wouldn't she be more able to talk to people? And Cernt hardly knew her, how could he make a call on her personality like that? He didn't know anything about her. If anyone, the only one who could make comments about her was the green happily playing in the water slightly ahead of her. Azmariask knew her like no one else, and thus was the only one who could even think about making comments on her character. What he'd said though, was enough to make Azmaria hold her tongue against snapping back at him, and her shoulders simply lifted in a tiny shrug. When Azmaria did glance up at him, her cheeks flushed a bright shade of scarlet before she turned her face away, pulling her knees up to her chest. The look in his eyes at that moment was nothing less than contempt, and she hated it. So she was just a wherhandler while he rode a green, so what if she was different, and saw things differently. Maybe she'd said something to offend him, that certainly made more sense than him just suddenly changing his opinion of her. Moments ago he'd been talking to her like an equal, like someone he could debate with, but that look in his eyes... While it might not mean anything to Cernt, it changed things for Az. What she'd thought might have been a budding friendship with someone was obviously just another one of her silly mistakes, she'd obviously bothered him. "I wouldn't know, I don't have any people friends." She mumbled, attempting to hide the fact her voice was trembling. Under her bravado, she was hurt, but she knew that showing it would probably only increase his disdain, so she shrugged, keeping her eyes on her boots as she pulled them on before standing, "And my family don't want me... So forgive me if it means a lot to me." Azmariask gave a sharp snort at the word pet, her eyes whirling briefly with agitation before they settled, minor annoyance remaining amoung the blue. What ever this human-thing had said aside from 'pet', Azmariask didn't know or care - she hadn't been paying attention. Yet the human-thing that she had trusted to look after Hers and make her smile had ended up making her sad. Well done, stupid human-thing. Trotting easily to Az's side, the wher leaned forward to touch her nose gently to Azmaria's hip, nudging her deeper into the tunnel until Cernt's words and gestures stopped her. Immediately, Az's mind spiralled into confusion. Who was he? He didn't act at all like the people she'd met before, he was confusing and frustrating and changed moods so swiftly. The disdain in his eyes was gone now, but Az clearly remembered it and so she was reluctant to step closer to him. After a moment of indecision, she finally came closer to him, falling into step behind him. While Cernt might brush off his contempt easily, Az would remember it, and she'd stay quiet until spoken to, and never offer her opinion again... Nope, he could talk to himself. |
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| Dragonwing | May 8 2010, 02:26 PM Post #10 |
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Cernt shrugged ever so slightly as she admitted to not having many friends. In fact, he would know how that would feel like. He didn't have many of them either, but perhaps that was why he held them in such high standards. Friends were people who cared for you after all, and he had no care for those who didn't care for him. It was as simple as that really. He barely glanced at her as she mentioned that her family was that important to her. That part, that part he did not bother to correct. Though he knew about how it felt to have family that didn't want you. He knew it all too well. His mother had never wanted him after all. He had simply been the result of an affair with a dragonrider she was smitten with. One of the many results even. Yes, family meant a lot to him as well, but to be so utterly dependent on them was something that he could never be. Not blood family anyways. The family bonds that he cultivated over the Turns was a different story. So instead of saying anything else on that topic, he merely just picked his way away from the underground lake. He followed the map etched into his mind, having a rather good sense of direction. Heleth was within his head as well, his Green inserting a comment about how late it was and that he really should be getting back to the weyr for some rest. Still, he wasn't that tired just yet, and as he said that, he could feel his Green shrug mentally in a way that dragons do and curl up upon her ledge. He could hear, almost, the sound of the wind outside her roost. The smell of salted water of the sea like lake, and the sight of the shadows of the distant opposing cliffs on the other side of the water outside in the dark. The stars that sparkled slightly and the dirt and sand that flew through the skies every now and then. He made his way through the tunnels, dimly lit by the glows. Tracing each path in his head towards the kitchens and one of its dining halls. The light there was slightly brighter, and he stopped at the entrance, blinking slightly. He didn't look over his shoulder, but he could tell by the sound of her footsteps that Azmaria was right behind him. Still, they weren't alone now, and Cernt's tone actually dropped. It was almost... tender even as he spoke. "Hel?" the shadowed figure moved, eyes seeking out his, "What are you doing up so late?" The sound of chair legs scraping against the ground as the candidate came into view in the light, her hands making a few motion. Cernt's brows furrowed slightly then. "Why?" he questioned her. She shrugged, looking behind him. Her eyebrows went into her hairline as she made a few more gestures at him. It was Cernt's turn to shrug now, turning slightly to gesture at Azmaria, "Wherhandler. Azmaria of Azmariask. I ran into her in the tunnels a few nights ago." |
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| Subtle Mystery | May 10 2010, 06:23 AM Post #11 |
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The silence stretched on between them, but Azmaria was unbothered by that considering she was still hurt at the look he'd given her. It would probably be a few days at least before Az would forgive him that slight, and she'd be much more careful about what she said to him in the mean time. Silence had never bothered Az, she'd never felt the need to break a perfectly good silence with her useless stutterings, and never understood why other people seemed to be determined to ruin those silences. Azmariask was just as content to stay silent, her talons making soft clicking noises on the stone under her feet but other than that, the green was content to walk along-side Az in complete silence. The kitchens... They appeared to be a finishing point for all of her adventures with Cernt, though the last time she hadn't been dripping wet throughout the meeting. She'd managed to retain some dignity that time, this time... Not so much. His question made her pull her eyes from the ground, staring at the person there and just as abrputly hiding behind Cernt, her fingers curling into his shirt as she peeked out from behind him. Azmariask gave a sharp chirp of curiousity as she leaned forward, towards the girl. Most people might be afraid of whers, but Azmariask didn't seem to realise this. She could be as shy as her handler around other whers, but people fascinated her. The softer note in Cernt's tone caught Azmaria's attention, and she pulled her gaze from the girl to Cernt, almost amazed. So he wasn't a complete hardcase, he just pretended to be. Obviously, this person was a very special one to him, signifying the softer tone in his voice. Unconciously, Az's fingers tightened on his shirt, an almost possessive gesture that showed she didn't really want to share this side of Cernt she'd just discovered. "H-hullo." She finally mumbled, a flush starting up on her cheeks as she hid further behind Cernt, shyness overriding any desire to get to know this girl that didn't look much older than her. |
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| Dragonwing | May 10 2010, 11:37 AM Post #12 |
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If Cernt was bothered by the silence himself, he didn't show it. In fact, he seemed perfectly comfortable in it, seeing as how it extended over the air even now. With the exception of a few words from Azmaria it was still altogether quiet silent. He seemed to be the only one talking after all. Yet, even without really speaking, it seemed that Cernt understand just what it was that Helitet wanted to say by simply watching her. And as if to prove this point, Helitet made another gesture with her hands that caused Cernt to shrug. Helitet, on the other hand, didn't seem quite pleased. Though this had nothing to do with the silence as it did with the young wherhandler who was currently hiding behind her brother. The candidate stared at Azmaria while she moved her hands, surveying the girl as if scoping out just what the handler is capable of. It wasn't really that odd, after all, she was a younger sister. Few sisters wanted to share their older brothers that easily, especially not when they were close and had been apart for the past few Turns or so. Cernt's calm voice seemed to placate her though as he spoke. "I had no idea I was going to run into her actually, I took a trip down into the tunnels and fell into part of the lake. She appeared soon after," he drawled out. Then an eyebrow went upwards. "Aren't you breaking curfew Hel?" Helitet grinned almost sheepishly at him, making a few more signs before shrugging. Cernt only sighed slightly, shaking his head. He did however, reach out and pat her on her own head before tugging out a chair and, moving away slightly from Azmaria, took a seat in it. "You know, the other isn't going to eat you," he spoke both to the Wherhandler and his sister. Helitet merely grinned slightly, holding a hand up to her throat and slowly working her words out in a soft almost unheard 'hello'. Cernt merely watched her speak before leaning back in his chair, "Azmaria, meet Helitet. She's one of the candidates here for the Weyr." Angry gesturing from Helitet and he grinned slightly, "And the only sister whom I would acknowledge being related to." Helitet rolled her eyes, covering her face with her hand. |
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| Subtle Mystery | May 10 2010, 11:49 AM Post #13 |
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The look of displeasure on the other's face only served to make Az more wary of her and she turned her face to hide it in Cernt's shirt, trying to escape the probing gaze. Azmariask low growl of displeasure broke through her curiousity, and the wher's wings raised slightly, showing her handler's discomfort and Azmariask's dislike of the person causing it. She knew nothing of their relation, so she could possibly think they were mates, but their scents were far too similar, more like siblings. Finally settling down as Az gave her a quick hand signal to sit and be calm, the wher's eyes glowed with mild agitation as she watched the three humans and their ways of speaking. When he moved away, there was a brief sound of protest from Az, before she quickly folded her hand against her back, stepping closer to the now protective green. If she couldn't hide behind someone bigger than her, than she'd just settle for someoen scarier. Azmariask gave a small croon of amusement at the trail of her rider's thoughts, and a soft, huffing laugh followed as Az glanced curiously at the girl at the mention of curfew. She had a curfew? And yet, she and Azmariask were able to go anywhere they pleased at any time, since Azmariask's time of movement was at night. "I-it's a pl-pleasure..." There was a note in Az's voice that might have suggested she wasn't sure if it was a pleasure to meet the girl, but she smiled shakily anyway, though they darted backup from the floor after a moment, "Sister?" Azmariask gave a soft huff of agreement, and Az's eyes flickered from Cernt to Helitet and back again before she pursed ehr lips. "Are you as much of a bully as your brother?" |
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| Dragonwing | May 10 2010, 11:58 AM Post #14 |
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Helitet shrugged slightly at Azmaria's greeting. She smiled at the wherhandler now, being a rather friendly person that she was. Yes, she didn't like sharing her brother, but this girl here seemed nice enough. Besides, she had to remind herself that Cernt was more than capable of taking care of himself after all. She laughed soundlessly, shaking her head at Azmaria's question, and by the side Cernt chuckled slightly. In the entire family he is aware of being born to, Helitet was perhaps the nicest out of them all. And usually quite a good girl. Though now that she was breaking her curfew, he wondered if this was the first time she had done so. She had said she couldn't sleep and then refused to say why, but Cernt had a few ideas. Helitet had never been able to sleep well in a new surrounding without another warm body next to her. She'll get better as the time passed, but for now, he could sense that slight tiredness she had in her shoulders and beneath her eyes. Leaning back even further into his chair, he rested his elbow on the table, tapping his fingers upon its surface. He watched Azmaria with his sister, and took note of how Helitet didn't seem very bothered by Azmariask's presence. That was good, it meant that Helitet was less likely to panic in the hatching. He had been worried about that. Then again, he supposed that was a rather pointless worry. Helitet has been around his Heleth and G'tet's Xierth before. Not to mention B'net's Selith. In fact, the near mute candidate had her attention turned to the wher for a moment, holding out a hand as if to say 'I mean no harm' to the Green. |
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| Subtle Mystery | May 10 2010, 12:06 PM Post #15 |
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Azmariask reacted to the hand being held out much as a canine would, her eyes lit up briefly, but she turned her head to her handler first, watching her until Az nodded briefly. Permission given, the wher stepped closer, her muzzle snuffling at the girl's hand to capture her scent. She liked the girl's scent, it was cleaner than the scent of the tunnels and had a more ... Female smell to it, why, Azmariask couldn't say, she could only record the scents as she knew them. Done sniffing her, the green sat back, tilting her head in a gesture that encouraged a scratch. She would patiently wait for it too, Az knew, so she felt she should fill in the other girl as to the gesture. "She wants you to scratch her. If you don't want to, just shake your head. She'll understand." Actually, the wher would probably sulk for days if the girl rejected her now, but Az wasn't about to say that. Relieved to hear she wasn't as confusing as her brother, Azmaria's stance relaxed further, her hands uncurling from her arms to release the death grip she'd had on them, her eyes found the floor again, unused to being in a conversation with someone her own age, and pausing again when Azmariask let out a low croon of happiness. "She... She likes you." THat was odd, Azmariask didn't usually like anyone after a few moments, she still didn't like Cernt, she just accepted his presence around ehr handler as a necessary evil. Lifting one hand, Az tucked her still-damp hair back behind her ear, blinking at the scene before her. She knew whers could change handlers if they wanted to, and Azmariask wasn't usually so friendly... What if she liked Helitet better? Trying to cover her unease, Az turned ehr gaze back to Cernt, managing another shaky smile. She didn't understand why Cernt felt the need to be completely different person around her, compared to how he was with Helitet. But now, Az was interested, she wanted to know more about him, more about who he was, and why. And maybe even meet his green one day... |
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| Dragonwing | May 12 2010, 08:48 AM Post #16 |
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Helitet didn't seem to hesitate, and she seemed to understand just what Azmariask wanted even without being told. Still, the candidate waited until Azmaria spoke up before closing off the distance between her hand and the Wher, scratching first upon the tip Azmariask's snout before moving on to her eye ridge. The candidate wondered at just how similar yet different a wher was to a dragon, turning her head slightly to shrug slightly at Azmaria's statement indicating that she had no idea why the wher liked her. To the side, Cernt let out a grunt, shaking his head, "They always like her. Dragons, firelizards and now whers. I'm not too surprised." He was drumming his fingers on the tabletop now, simply just watching all three of them. "She could charm wherries if she wanted," he muttered shaking his head. Helitet merely smiled at him at Azmaria at that. She made a number of gesture with her free hand and Cernt's brows furrowed slightly. "Slow down Hel, I can't read you that fast." A slight roll of her eyes as she repeated the movements, slower this time and he shrugged slightly, "Don't see no reason to turn you in. I bet you've been caught by the candidate master once or twice already before this." A sheepish grin then and a shake of her head. It was Cernt's turn to roll his eyes now, "Sneaky little tunnelsnake. You should probably be going back to the barracks though, before anybody notices you're gone." There was another pattern that she traced into the air, removing her hand from Azmariask to do so and Cernt merely shrugged, "her? I don't know actually." He turned to Azmaria then, an eyebrow arched ever so slightly, "How old are you anyways?" The question was tossed out without much care and Helitet covered her face with her hand again. Her brother had no tact sometimes. |
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| Subtle Mystery | May 13 2010, 01:26 AM Post #17 |
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Azmariask gave a soft sound of approval as the girl’s fingers found the right spots to scratch, and turned her wedged head slightly to encourage her in one direction or another only to nudge her stomach lightly with amusement at Cernt’s words. To her, the word Cernt conjured up an image of a dragon and leather, but this girl was softer, similar but not the same, and Azmariask liked her a lot more than she did Dragon-Boy sitting yonder. “Some people just know not to be afraid, that helps.” Az shrugged slightly smiling as Azmariask crooned happily. So many people were afraid of whers, of the less-beautiful cousins of dragons simply because wild whers could be vicious and cruel and because they required a blood-bond. After a long moment, the green leant her weight against Helitet, crooning low in her throat before moving back to her handler’s side. The question made Az’s annoyance return, though it was only another brief flare as she let her fingertips trace Azmariask’s eyeridges lightly. What did it matter? Everyone always assumed she was younger than she was anyway, so what was the point? For a moment, she looked like she wasn’t about the answer, then, finally, sighed and forced herself to shrug, “I’ve fifteen turns.” She murmured, shrugging again as Azmariask crooned again, nudging her hip for attention. “Why?” Forcing herself to ask the question, Az inwardly cringed at the idea of what the answer would be, she’d either be younger or older than he’d originally thought, but either way, Az would bet that the number she’d given him wasn’t the one he’d been expecting. “What does my age matter, it doesn’t change anything else about me.” Feeling defensive over her turns, Azmaria waved a hand towards Azmariask, “It doesn’t change that I am her handler, or that she chose me.” |
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| Dragonwing | May 13 2010, 05:38 AM Post #18 |
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"I suppose so," Cernt grunted out. He sat back into his seat again, closing his eyes. He barely reacted to Azmaria's answer to his question outside of a slight raise of his eyebrows. Brown eyes opened then as he shrugged, "It doesn't matter, you're right about that. She just wanted to know." He would have closed his eyes again, but the movement at the corner caught his attention. Helitet was moving her hands again, ending her statement with a gentle backhand on his shoulder. He rolled his eyes instead then injecting a mock insulted tone into his voice, "I'm not that old Helitet. What do you mean 'what she's doing hanging on an old man like me'?" Helitet merely smiled at him, shaking her head. Her smile turned into a full fledge grin as she looked at Azmaria with a slight shrug of her shoulders herself and gestured at her brother, as if saying 'What are you doing with an old man like him?' Still, it was an almost teasing motion and the near mute candidate was pulling out a seat and settling down into it now. She seemed more relaxed than at the beginning now, having settled into the situation quite nicely. Then, Cernt had to speak up. "Just how long are you going to stay here Hel? You're still a candidate with curfew you know?" Helitet shrugged again ever so slightly causing him to sigh, "They day that comes will not be easy on you." He eyed Azmaria then, "Just what about you then? Got any plans for the rest of the night?" |
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| Subtle Mystery | May 17 2010, 06:20 AM Post #19 |
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"Oh." Deflated, Az turned her attention elsewhere as she fought the blush that surged to her cheeks, then glanced at Helitet again. Studying her, she didn't look that much older than she herself was, but... "How old are you?" Considering Az rarely went out in the day, she doubted that even if Helitet was her age, they could be friends, that and her way of speaking with her hands... It was interesting, but Az couldn't understand it. Everyone in her life had used words to express themselves, but not Helitet. Cernt evidently understood her though, so it must have been some sort of language, just one she didn't know yet. A small laugh escaped her throat at Cernt's indignation and Az instantly clapped her hands over her mouth to cover up the sound, but her brown eyes danced with amusement. "He doesn't look old." Skating her eyes over him again, Az shook her head slightly. No, he certainly didn't look old. When he smiled, and there was that softer look in his eyes... He was... Handsome. She'd thought so before, but there was something about seeing he had a gentle side that made him appear... More human perhaps. "The night? Um... N-no, not really." Glancing down at Azmariask as she spoke, Az was dismayed to see the wher happily hum at Cernt in reaction to Az's previous ponderings. She could have kicked the green for that, especially since the emotions coming from the wher was pure amusement and mischeif. Sharding creature! Hoping to distract both people from her wher, and hoping to Faranth they didn't understand much about draconic sounds (but Cernt was a rider, of course he would...shard it!) she stumbled on, gesturing shakily to Helitet's hands, "Will you teach me to talk to you?" |
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| Dragonwing | May 18 2010, 06:45 AM Post #20 |
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Helitet seemed almost amused, shaking her head. She made a gesture with her hands which caused Cernt to shrug slightly as he spoke. "She's sixteeth," he muttered, then arched an eyebrow at Helitet as she made a few more signs. "What do you mean I am old? Just you..." He trail off however, merely slumping into his chair and grunting. "Shouldn't you be asleep you little kid?" Helitet merely responded to that by sticking our her tongue at him before blinking at Azmaria. So, the Wherhandler had nothing else planned for tonight and she wished to learn how to communicate with her? Well, she would be the second one then. There was a smile then, as she shook her head and gestured at Cernt instead. It was, after all, better for her brother to teach the handler. It wasn't exactly easy explaining symbols when she couldn't speak that well after all. Cernt merely grunted slightly, "If you wish to learn." He left it at that, eyes sliding shut again. He seemed to pay no mind for Azmariask's little sound. He recognized it, vaguely, from his memories with his time with dragons. Still, he wasn't very much bothered by it. Whatever mischief that the wher had in mind, he seemed sure that the Green wouldn't actually hurt him. Still, the rider looked somewhat distracted for a moment before he grunted again, shrugging. "Heleth wants to know if you have time to go above ground to the weyrbowl. She's never seen a wher before and she's curious." |
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| Subtle Mystery | May 21 2010, 05:04 AM Post #21 |
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“Sixteen..” She was only one turn older than her! Maybe… Maybe… The excitement in her eyes quickly died as reality barged in, she was hardly ever awake during the day and Helitet was probably busy during the day and… Azmariask nudged her hand softly, eyes warm with amusement as she snuggled her body against her leg, tail curling around her ankles. “Oh please! I’d love to learn.” Learning kept the nights short and the hours between Azmariask’s waking times and her waking times short. She chose to ignore Cernt’s comment about being old and continuing to press on, only to pause at Cernt’s question. Time to go… To the weyrbowl? She’d never seen a dragon either… But they were rumoured to be a lot larger than whers, and… “O-of course…” She mumbled eventually, and Azmariask’s eyes turned to her curiously, the amusement beginning to die as she tried to keep up with the turns of conversation. She had been under the impression they were staying here, had that changed? Crooning unhappily, the wher nudged against Az again and the girl bent to wrap both arms around her, letting her head rest against the wher’s while Azmariask looked at Cernt in confusion. Quietly, the girl explained, the man, Cernt, wanted them to go out into the weyrbowl because his dragon – the creature he smelt of – wanted to meet her. That made enough sense, but why. This question was pressed against Az’s mind and the girl shrugged, glancing up at Cernt. “She wants to know why Heleth wants to meet her.” She smiled slightly, her entire face lighting up with the one expression as she laughed when Azmariask snuffled her hair. (Crappy post ;-;) |
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| Dragonwing | May 22 2010, 03:36 PM Post #22 |
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Cernt merely shrugged ever so slightly. Azmaria's eagerness to learn just how it was that Helitet communicated was all well and good. Unlike him, his sister made friends easily, and he was, in some way or another, proud of her for it. He cracked an eye open then, watching the Wherhandler. As she spoke, he blinked slowly before shrugging his shoulders, leaning forwards and placing his elbows upon his legs. He watched the Wher now, rather than the handler, speaking directly to Azmariask when he did speak. "Heleth is a rather curious thing as I'm sure both of you will realize when you actually meet her. She's much larger than Azmariask here, but she's a gentle thing, so there's nothing to worry about there." He nodded at Azmaria then, sliding his chair back as he stood. "Besides," he drawled out, jerking his head towards Helitet, "We could get this one back into her barracks before the candidatemaster finds out she's been breaking curfew... again." Helitet merely rolled her eyes, but followed after her brother as he started walking off anyways. She stopped briefly to grab Azmaria's sleeve and tug lightly upon it though. As if saying 'You're going to love this', that smile across her features quite reassuring. She was quite different from her brother really, there was no doubt about that. Then again, they were all quite different from each other. |
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| Subtle Mystery | Jun 14 2010, 06:30 AM Post #23 |
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In all honesty it was the hope of finding a friend that drove Azmaria to ask to learn, she’d always enjoyed making people happy… Perhaps having a friend that would be happy to whittle at the night hours with her would make Helitet happy. She couldn’t be sure, but then Az had never really had the chance to have friends as a child, she’d been shy and shifted from place to place as many times as she could count. It didn’t technically matter that she’d been nothing but a frightened girl at the time, she was a burden to her family and no one had wanted to deal with the child. As Cernt bent down to her, the wher flared her wings slightly, showing her less than comfortable nature with Cernt again as she stepped back, a hiss beginning in her throat, only to die down as he spoke to her. It was possibly more the soothing sort of tone he used that calmed her, rather than the words, for Az didn’t really think Azmariask would be happy listening to him say there would be a creature larger than her sniffing around, but she tilted her head towards Cernt, listening quietly and, after a moment, her wings relaxed against her back. “I… I don’t think she’s worried.” Az mumbled eventually as Azmariask remained silent, observing Cernt intently before she looked back to Helitet. For whatever reason, the green liked the girl far more than she liked her brother. The slight tug at her sleeve made Az pause, and her eyes widened briefly in surprise that she was being included in taking Helitet back to the barracks if nothing else. Azmariask certainly wasn’t going to wait for her handler though and trotted ahead to walk beside Cernt, occasionally bumping him in a playful manner as she walked. |
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| Dragonwing | Jun 15 2010, 09:34 AM Post #24 |
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Cernt didn't seem very bothered by the fact that Azmariask didn't like him as much as she did his sister. In fact, he didn't seem affected by it at all. Instead, he merely watched both handler and candidate for a little moment before shrugging slightly. They were alike in some ways, he supposed. Both were quiet, if that was the way to describe it. It was hard to find another word for it after all. Still, Helitet seemed to have picked up his bad habit of sleeping late and waking late as well. He had hoped she wouldn't have done that. Still, it was better than having her pick up G'tet's sleep late, wake up early and then take a nap whenever possible in the afternoon routine. He walked through the tunnels besides Azmariask, being bumped in that playful manner every now and then. He didn't seem to mind though, in fact, he seemed as if he was used to it. The glows were more densely put here, being a more used area than the others. The Weyrbowl was soon right up ahead of them, a large area, and in the dark, the shadows stretched and flickered. And a warm breath pushed past Cernt's hair as Heleth pushed her head into the entrance to nudge him with her snout. Being larger than Azmariask, he was forced a step back with a grunt, placing his hands upon the top of her snout to balance himself. "Hey there little girl," he drawled out. Little? Well... not quite, but if one compared her to some other dragons perhaps... But Heleth was far from being the smallest Green either. The dragon sniffed at him before turning her head to blink at Amzarisk, a soft crooning greeting coming from her. Now, here was something new. She's never seen a wher before and wasn't she the cutest little thing? Well, cuter than firelizards anyways, but then again, to her, firelizards were more like tiny dragonkin and there was nothing interesting about that really. She placed her head onto the ground, effectively blocking off most of the entrance, but bringing her eye level with Azmariask before turning her attention to the others. Well, she knew Heleth already, and as the near mute candidate came forwards, she allowed for the girl to scratch her eye ridge with a low croon. Then, the dragon promptly surveyed Azmaria, blinking at the handler as if asking 'why aren't you scratching me?' Cernt laughed, patting her neck where he could reach it. "Well," he drawled out, "I see she's come to introduce herself. Meet Heleth, Heleth, that's Azmaria and Azmariask." An eyebrow arched then, "and no. I wasn't aware that whers were cute." |
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| Subtle Mystery | Jul 3 2010, 04:52 AM Post #25 |
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Azmariask did the first thing that any wher would do when presented with a creature much larger than herself shoving it's nose into her face, she hissed and flared her unimpressive wings in an attempt to make herself bigger. It wasn't so much that Heleth was bigger, it was that she'd effectively blocked off her path for escape if things turned nasty, and while Azmariask was just a wher and didn't have the same sophisticated thought process of human or dragon, she knew that Heleth was bigger and while she was a dragon, if she got nasty, Azmariask would not be able to get Hers away from the fat green. Az on the other hand, was amazed. She'd never really gotten a good long look at a dragon before, and she would be the first to admit, she was impressed. Azmariask was small for a green, but Az had always thought of her as quite big compared to some other creatures, now she could see her mistake. Azmariask was tiny in comparison to Heleth. When the dragon turned it's jewelled eyes to her, Az barely managed a smile before she stepped forward slightly. Instantly, Azmariask growled, shuffling closer to her handler as Az lightly rubbed at Heleth's eye ridges. It was a spot Azmariask liked, and so Az couldn't think of any reason why Heleth wouldn't. "It's okay, Azmariask. She won't hurt us." The moment Az spoke, the wher relaxed her tense posture, curling her tail around her and sitting pretty as a picture as though she hadn't been snarling agressively a moment before. Az went back to staring at Heleth, trying hard not to draw comparisons between the dragon and her wher. She'd always thought of Azmariask as beautiful and she still was, but Heleth was simply stunning in a way Azmariask was not. "She's beautiful, Cernt." |
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