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Post by sorra on Jan 17, 2011 8:53:19 GMT -5
Trig seemed to laugh a little as his trick to fly the other way had thrown Preske off for a couple seconds. The brown tried to watch where the white went, knowing that if he wasn't care then he would be caught again. Trig squeaked in surprise when Preske appeared in front of him. He quickly tried to avoid the white, but it was no use, he flew right into Preske.
Ravis didn't even pay attention to his flit. He could tell that Trig was enjoying himself and he was glad for that. Instead he kept his attention on Shem. He was enjoying talking with the girl, but she was very good at jumping topics and he really had to pay attention to keep up with her. He actually laughed softly. "That sounds like just what they would look like. The fins would help them swim. Maybe they can teach us things that we don't know about." The boy couldn't believe that he was daydreaming about something like this. He wasn't even sure if it was possible, but surprisingly it was fun to think about anyhow and he was liking it.
He smiled as he watched Shem. Nothing seemed to bring the girl down. She seemed extremely happy all the time and he wished he could be like that. He had been when he was younger. Now he just had to get back to that light hearted kid again. The boy was caught off guard. "Umm, I don't know what color I would Impress too," he admitted. He would be surprised if he managed a blue. But he didn't want to bring the mood down. Shem seemed so happy and who was he to be such a downer? He smiled again at her suggestions. "Those all sound like very useful things and animals to have," he agreed. "We'll definitely have to keep our eyes peeled for them." He found himself looking forward to spending more time with Shem. She somehow had made him forget about his worries and trouble.
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Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Jan 22, 2011 20:24:54 GMT -5
His plan had worked! Oh, he was the greatest. The best! The wittiest flit of all time! Chirping his delight that Trig had been caught off guard by his trick, Preske tapped the brown's chest with his tail, disentangled their wings, and zoomed straight up, towards the clouds. Trills of glee trailed down from the rocketing white; he performed a cheery back-flip and then leveled off, racing off towards the opposite shore of the lake. He'd win! Oh yes! He wanted to win! Preske always won (at least, in his own mind he did. The point was debatable with anyone else).
Totally engrossed in the daydream she and Ravis had woven, Shem didn't appear to be even seeing the surface of the lake anymore. Now she was staring sightlessly through the water, seeing the creatures of her fancy darting and dashing below. Oh! Oh, they would be so lovely. Ravis' input was beyond invigorating, too, and she blinked her green eyes once, just once, managing to regain some of the focus she'd lost. "Yes! Perhaps they could teach us how to live under the sea - although I don't know if it would work without gills. Do you think they'd have their own Crafthalls and stuff, Ravis? Imagine! Underwater healers, and harpers, and weavers - like me! What craft were you trained in before you came to the Weyr?" she asked suddenly, eyes bright with fascination. Granted, she could have been interested in the most boring person on Pern, able as she was to use her imagination to spruce them up. But Ravis didn't need sprucing. He was interesting just as he was, and so she left him firmly alone in her mind, letting him exist the way he did in real life.
"I don't know either," Shemmoral admitted, laughing. She didn't know what Ravis should Impress... she just knew that he should and that he could! A baby dragon would pick him! And one would pick her too, so that one wouldn't be left behind. Personally, she just wanted a dragon that would love her... and that was a pretty safe bet considering hatchlings didn't pick people unless they loved them. In that, there was no way Shem could be disappointed. It was a habit of hers to always avoid disappointment by setting the lowest possible standards (except, of course, for herself). If you just went with the flow, stuff was bound to come out right eventually! At least, it always had in her experience and that was really all she had to go by (except for books of course).
"I think so too!" she chirped, swinging her gaze up to the clouds as if expecting something wondrous and incredible to fall out of them and land on top of her. Nothing happened, of course, except for a lazy green dragon soaring overhead. It headed off in another direction, but Shem grinned anyway. "Yep! Maybe we'll find other stuff too! Maybe in the old Weyrs - or maybe in the parts of the North that nobody ever bothered to explore. Even further than High Reaches! Or the Western Continent! There could be all kinds of good stuff over there - even if nobody's touched it yet!"
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Post by sorra on Jan 22, 2011 20:37:13 GMT -5
Trig cheeped indignantly. He would catch Preske and not let the little white catch him so easily again. He was enjoying the game of tag though. It had been a while since he had had so much fun. The brown snorted softly and dove after Preske. He would have to think of another way to catch the tricky white.
Ravis watched Shem with a smile on his face. He had never met someone like her before. And it had felt like ages since he had actually been able to be himself again and not think that someone was going to judge him. He laughed. "They might. Or they might have totally different crafts from what we do." He didn't even really know if something like the sea monsters existed but it was fun to think about. "I was a beast crafter," he answered, not wanting to think about how foolish he had been to get himself injured.
He smiled. "Then we'll just have to wait til hatching day." He would still be surprised if a dragonet really chose him, but it was fun to think about. He adored Trig and could only imagine what it would be like to be bonded to a dragon. To know that that dragon would never judge him for his deformed hand. He sighed softly. He wouldn't get his hopes up just in case.
Ravis nodded. "I can't wait. I bet we find all kinds of things that people have forgotten about." Exploring all parts of Pern sounded like great fun. He didn't know what they would find, but it would be worth it just to see places. And he thought going with Shem would be a real blast.
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Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Jan 22, 2011 21:09:04 GMT -5
Chittering gleefully over his victory, Preske zoomed in a tight circle, and then continued the straight path he'd settled upon. He was glad that Trig still wanted to play - sometimes other flits didn't. But the brown did, and so he was a nice brown! A good flitter-friend! Not that it meant Preske was going to let Trig catch him, of course. That was going too far. But he wouldn't make fun of him if he ended up losing the game!
And then it occurred to him: why not pester the dragons lounging in the water? Chirping in glee, the white abruptly spun around and zoomed towards Trig, projecting his idea into the brown's mind. Pictures of bothering green and blue and brown and grey and all sorts of other dragons flickered from his brain. Wasn't that a good idea? It was what he liked to do best, next to play tag and love on his humanpet! Didn't Trig think it was great? Smart flits always came up with great ideas!
"I bet you're right!" Shem announced, nodding vigourously. "I wonder what kinds of crafts they'd have, though? Seaweed-weaving?" Grinning, the tall girl flipped her hair back over her shoulders and laughed. "Or fish-herding." Okay, it was a silly idea and she was willing to admit that - but these fanciful dreams were so much fun that she couldn't help but dive right into them. It didn't matter if ideas were stupid or not - everything was fair game when she was in the mood to dream.
A beastcrafter? That was interesting, and Shem said so. Smiling, she glanced in the direction of the feeding pens, although she couldn't see them. "What kinds of animals did you mostly work with?" she inquired brightly, totally oblivious to his discomfort with the subject. Shemmoral wasn't the most observant person in the world, clouded as her eyes were by whimsical fancies. Besides that, she spun onto the topic of Hatching Day with pure glee, forgetting all about her own question. She'd be well suited to a dragon, inclined as she was to forget things. Faranth help the Weyr when she Impressed.
"Yeah! I can't wait. All the pretty dragonets - I'm sure they'll all be gorgeous - and nothing to stop them from picking us!" Grinning, the candidate twined her hands together, practically wriggling with delight. "Well, except maybe our flits. I dunno about yours but Preske doesn't like people to be too close," she commented with a laugh. "But he can suck it up. He's tough."
Oh, yes! The rest of Pern. She'd nearly forgotten about it. Releasing her hands from one another, Shem grinned and flung them wide, spinning around as if to catch the whole world in her arms. "Me too! Even reading old Records might be interesting, if stuff besides Thread happened. I know there aren't people up there anymore... but that doesn't mean they didn't leave anything behind! We'll be famous for finding out all about the lost things of Pern!" she decided authoritatively. Yes, that was the plan. Find stuff, marvel over it, and be famous! Or at least acknowledged for finding the stuff. Really, she couldn't wait. Shem was pre-programmed to love everyone and everything (minus numbers), but that didn't mean her affection for Ravis wasn't genuine. She did like him, and she really couldn't wait to go off exploring together on their new dragons! Because they would get them; she just knew they would!
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Post by sorra on Jan 23, 2011 16:06:22 GMT -5
Trig watched Preske closely, trying to decide how he was going to outsmart the white this time. He was enjoying the game even if Preske was faster then him. It just made it more of a challenge and that suited the brown just fine.
The flit was surprised when Preske flew back at him. Trig cheeped in happy agreement when Preske sent him the idea. Picking the dragons sounded like great fun. And surely they were faster then their bigger cousins. Trig quickly turned to follow the white.
Ravis laughed at the thought. "Seaweed weaving could be funny." He wouldn't even imagine fish herding. It sounded too funny to be real, but hey, no one said they had to be real. He was enjoying just thinking up crazy things. He couldn't recall the last time he had just had fun and not worried about what others thought. And Shem didn't seem to mind that he wasn't perfect.
The boy shook his head. So much for staying away from that topic. Oh well. "I mainly worked with runners," he answered. "Although I helped with others as well." He still loved runners. It hadn't been the filly's fault that he had been stupid and gotten injured. And for some reason he didn't mind talking to Shem about any of this.
Ravis smiled. "That would be great!" he said. He was getting excited thinking about what they could find. Even if they didn't find much, just going out and exploring sounded like fun. And being with Shem with their own dragons was definitely an added perk in his opinion.
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Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Jan 29, 2011 14:06:33 GMT -5
Preske trilled in glee when Trig agreed to the new game he'd come up with. Chirping excitedly, he spun in a little circle and then raced off to find a bathing dragon. There was a green nearby; relaying images of her to the brown, the flit squealed and zipped over to bother her. As expected, she lifted her head to snap in annoyance at the firelizard, but he darted out of the way and went back to zooming around her head, creeling encouragingly to Trig. Here was their first target! And she was reacting just the way she was supposed to!
"Wouldn't it?" giggled Shemmoral, eyes bright. She hesitated even to speak about what fish-herding might look like, mostly because she was afraid she would crack up laughing and not be able to stop if she did. So, sadly, she refrained, though a sparkle of amusement lit her face. The candidate had decided that she liked Ravis. He was a nice person, and besides, he wasn't shooting down her flowery imaginings the way other people had done in the past. Therefore he landed solidly on her 'friend' list - her first friend since coming to the Weyr, really, although she'd lived here when she was a child. Still, people weren't likely to remember her for that, now were they?
"Oh! Runners are pretty." They were, too. Shem had never ridden one, but she did like the pretty little creatures. Still, they had nothing on dragons - that was why she was a dragon candidate, and not a beastcrafter. Besides, she was sure she would have no talent for them - her skill lay in weaving, in putting onto fabric what she saw in her head. "Did you have any special favourites?" She had special favourite tapestries, so it wasn't unreasonable to assume that Ravis had had a favourite runner. Everyone had favourites, right?
Shemmoral grinned brightly at Ravis' comment. "It would be! Or rather, it will be," she chirped. Being eternally faithful in the idea that adventure always led to some kind of a reward, the candidate didn't even stop to consider that she might not actually find anything that couldn't be found in Nova, minus dust. Exploring would be good fun, especially considering she and her future dragon had never been north before!
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Post by sorra on Jan 29, 2011 14:18:22 GMT -5
Trig seemed to laugh as Preske dove at a green dragon. The brown flit dove around the green dragon. He was going to enjoy this. He knew he wasn't supposed to annoy the dragons, but he didn't care at the moment. He was having fun with his new friend and Preske was annoying the green just as much.
Ravis couldn't help but laugh. Thinking about all the different crafts that an underwater civilization could have was making him laugh. He couldn't recall the last time he had just let loose like this. Shem seemed to bring out the best in him and he was thankful for that. He had always enjoyed laughing before.
"Runners are pretty," he agreed. He had loved working with the runners. Even though he had been hurt by one. Of course that had been his own stupidity. He had known not to hold a rope like that and he had paid for it. Well, there was no sense in dwelling on that now. "My favorite was probably a little bay mare named Sweetie. And she was a sweetie. She was a joy to work with. What about you? Anything special with your weaving?" he asked curiously.
Ravis knew now that he would definitely like to go exploring with her when they Impressed. Yes, he had taken to thinking when. He might well be positive. And he felt like he could be with Shem around. He wasn't sure if after he left her he would be, but for now he was smiling and acting like a teenager again.
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Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Jan 29, 2011 14:43:01 GMT -5
Preske trilled to Trig, then winked between as the dragon's jaws came dangerously close to him. He popped back into existence above her head, and dropped down to touch the damp headknobs before squealing and racing away again, diving and looping and generally making a nuisance of himself. He knew perfectly well, partly from experience and partly from His, that dragons hated to be harassed by flitters and that he shouldn't torment them so. Still, it was splendid fun, and the white poked the green's nose, then zipped away over the back of her head, creeling with laughter and sending sparklingly happy images to both his new friend and the dragon. Oh, this was fun! Fun, fun, fun! His humanpet should be proud of him for having so much fun!
Laughter was contagious. Shemmoral had learned that a long time ago. So, when Ravis laughed at whatever mental images he was getting, she laughed too, unable to contain herself. Normally she was inhibited by at least some measure of self-consciousness, thanks to her tall, thin build. She didn't like looking like a boy, but with this actual boy she found she didn't care so much. It didn't matter because he didn't care. Besides, he was even taller, although boys were supposed to be. They made a pretty good pair, she decided - they were both tall, and they would both Impress, and then they would go exploring on their dragons and remain the best of friends!
"Sweetie," the girl mused, tasting the name as if it would bring her an image of the runner that it belonged to. It didn't, of course, not that she'd really expected it. "She sounds wonderful," she smiled. She did, too. Anything that could make somebody smile like that had to be wonderful.
Was there anything special with her weaving? Why, yes! There was. Shemmoral grinned as she explained: "I've always liked making tapestries. Usually ones with dragons on them," she added with a laugh. All the fanciful, beautiful images one could make of dragons searing Thread! It was marvelous, really. Just marvelous - the same way exploring with Ravis was likely to be marvelous! Oh, they would have such fun together, she was sure! All the things they could discover (or rediscover, as the case may be)...! The possibilities were truly endless.
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Post by sorra on Jan 29, 2011 15:47:40 GMT -5
Trig followed Preske's example. The white knew more about dragons then he did. He hadn't been around dragons much. Just since they came to the Weyr. The brown squealed in surprise when the green snapped at them and blinked between. He didn't want to get eaten or anything. Although he was having great fun.
Ravis smiled. He liked hearing Shem's laugh. It made him feel good inside. And she seemed to really care about what he had to say. He really liked that. He took a minute to actually look at her. She wasn't the prettiest girl he had ever seen, but he didn't care. She had a great personality and that mattered more to him then looks. Besides, he had a scarred hand that she hadn't even seen yet.
The boy nodded. "She was. I loved working with her." He had had some good times with Sweetie. The mare had taught him a lot and really made him love runners. And he still did if he thought about it. "Maybe someday we could go riding together," he said.
Ravis smiled. "Tapestries sound like they would take a lot of work. But I bet they are pretty." He would love to see one that she had done. Maybe with time he would be brave enough to ask her to see one.
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Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Feb 12, 2011 17:20:13 GMT -5
Preske soon grew bored with tormenting that particular dragon, so rather than keep at it, he chirped excitedly to Trig and zipped off to a new one. This time he decided to harass a blue, and he trilled encouragement to his brown friend as he darted and dived around the dragon's head.
It was strangely nice to be hearing about Ravis and his past - or at least, fragments of it. Shem figured maybe it would be annoying if she prodded and pried too much, so she stuck with what he seemed comfortable with: runners. Besides that, she'd always had some slight interest in the creatures anyway, which made it easier to ask questions about them. Hearing his idea about going riding, the candidate grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "That sounds like fun! You'll have to teach me how, though. I've never sat on a runner in my life," she admitted with a laugh. "Just a dragon, once or twice."
Launching off into the topic of tapestries and the making of them, Shem grinned at Ravis' comment, and nodded. "I suppose. But they sure are fun to make!" she exclaimed. "I guess they're kinda pretty. People have bought some of them from me." Pondering for a moment, she perked up, and a bright expression lit her face. "Wanna see one sometime? I brought one or two with me when I got Searched. My favourite ones. And I should really make another; I have such great ideas!" Shemmoral chirped, smiling.
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Post by sorra on Feb 12, 2011 17:28:37 GMT -5
Trig followed Preske. The brown was tired of tormenting the green dragon, but he still wanted to play. He gladly followed his new friend and dove at the blue, just managing to avoid the blue.
Ravis grinned. He didn't mind telling Shem about his past. For some reason he wasn't worried about her thinking less of him or showing him pity like everyone else had. The boy nodded. "I can do that. I'll make sure to find you a calm runner and that way you can learn," he said, looking forward to teaching his friend.
The boy listened as Shem described her tapestries. It would be interesting to see some. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to do one with his hand, but he would like to watch. "Really? I would love to see one that you made," he said cheerily.
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