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 Dragon> Two giant boulders are heaved into desert sands with tremendous force, ocean tides seeping into the sands. Stones? Surely this is what Ilicaeth meant. << So long as it is a big one. Though... I probably should just go catch my own dinner. I could do it, you know. >> (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth)
-*That* admission almost makes Alida flinch, but she holds back the reaction, instead offers a non-committal grunt, finally a nod. "He is who he is, you are who you are. Work ta'gether, Ed. Let 'im know that ya' need enough parts uv' yer head ta be off-limits ta him at particular times...when ya need ta concentrate, 'r whatever." A swirl of her scotch on the rocks leads into a thoughtful, "He'll likely want 'is own concessions, too. Only fair. Just be as up-front as you can with 'im. He deserves that as much as you do." Truth. "And, while e's' growin' up...*try* ta be as understandin' as you can about 'is bad points." Puff. "Like Ilicaeth reminds me sometimes, all uv us were stupid kids, once." Eyeroll. Oh! "And those times ya can't hold in the anger 'r the irritation...try ta blow it off in a way that does the least amount uv' harm ta both uv' ya." Beat. "Fer *me*, it's still beatin' a punching bag ta death..." A sip of her drink trails into an uncomfortable silence, into which he blonde somewhat shamefully admits - her eyes downcast - "An' sometimes - when I'm beyond livid - I punch *him*." Talk about feeling like shit. "With 'is full permission; because he c'n take it easily, without any injury."
+That admission almost makes Alida flinch, but she holds back the reaction, instead offers a non-committal grunt, finally a nod. "He is who he is, you are who you are. Work ta'gether, Ed. Let 'im know that ya' need enough parts uv' yer head ta be off-limits ta him at particular times...when ya need ta concentrate, 'r whatever." A swirl of her scotch on the rocks leads into a thoughtful, "He'll likely want 'is own concessions, too. Only fair. Just be as up-front as you can with 'im. He deserves that as much as you do." Truth. "And, while e's' growin' up...*try* ta be as understandin' as you can about 'is bad points." Puff. "Like Ilicaeth reminds me sometimes, all uv us were stupid kids, once." Eyeroll. Oh! "And those times ya can't hold in the anger 'r the irritation...try ta blow it off in a way that does the least amount uv' harm ta both uv' ya." Beat. "Fer *me*, it's still beatin' a punching bag ta death..." A sip of her drink trails into an uncomfortable silence, into which he blonde somewhat shamefully admits - her eyes downcast - "An' sometimes - when I'm beyond livid - I punch *him*." Talk about feeling like shit. "With 'is full permission; because he c'n take it easily, without any injury."
 Dragon> Nope; not quite right, kid, though the heaving of those prodigious boulders is reason for a cheer...though it's echo-y, and seems to eminate as a reflection of an arena's throng from another dragon's mind. Chuckle. << You gotta' do that only when *both* uv you 're ready. If *you* screw up an' get hurt huntin' before yer allowed time, it ain't only *you* that's gonna pay fer it. >> Edyis will catch the Red Star. *If* Akluseth screws up or spouts off. It's not long before that 'large' (still scrawny, though) wherry is flown down, impaled neatly on talons, and then glided over to where the growing brown hangs out. Flop! << There ya go. >> Eat hearty! (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth)
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 "He's going to be bigger than Ilicaeth." She realizes in mute horror." Edyis politely declines the flask, "Still only one drink. I'd rather not push things." Scratching at the back of her neck, "I'm glad it's turning out well though, hopefully I'll be able to furnish a weyr in six months and pay for some nice leathers." Ah the dreams of youth. "I really need to get back to Akluseth. I left him alone for most of the day."
 As she will. Alida tucks the half-full flask back onto her riding belt, the blonde then calling over her shoulder to Edyis, "And well before that, y'll not need someone else's wings ta ge'cha up here." Nod. As for neglect of Akluseth, there's a more measured, "if ya need more physical space, try meditating. Heard uv that from one of the families I sometimes visit." And take care of on occasion. "It seems ta help me at least half the time...focusin' on things I want to inside uv' myself, when I can't get away, physically." Still, "Don't neglect 'im, Ed. Even if 'e *is* tougher...bratlings need that nearness." Shrug. And down they glide, to land not far away from the upright, awaiting, perhaps even puppyish brown, Ilicaeth offering a quieter warble of re-greeting as he allows his passengers to dismount. "Night, kids," Alida intones thoughtfully, then guiding her blue into a launch skyward towards their own weyr.
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 "Carrots happen to be quite good for you." She smirks back, with a lift of her shoulders. "I used to think maybe if I could get through weyrlinghood, graduate at the top of the class and prove my way into Savannah things would be ok. Reality is nothing like the dream it would seem. I will settle for getting through weyrlinghood, and figuring out the rest as it comes." There's a scrunch of her nose for exams. "I got a B- in Arithmetic." Unacceptable in her eyes. "But if it hadn't been for Ilicaeth playing dragon sitter I would have done worse. I'm getting better at blocking Akluseth, but he can be so distracting sometimes. I got A's in everything else."
-Dragon> The nose bump has him all but flipping over himeslf to get away, tail twitching as faceted eyes regard the larger blue with intent scrutiny. Whoosh! It's the tail next, sufficiently far away from the tip for the little brown to go after it with gusto. Fishes and feathers punctuating his bold (in his own head) heroisim. (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth)
+Dragon> The nose bump has him all but flipping over himself to get away, tail twitching as faceted eyes regard the larger blue with intent scrutiny. Whoosh! It's the tail next, sufficiently far away from the tip for the little brown to go after it with gusto. Fishes and feathers punctuating his bold (in his own head) heroism. (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth)
 "And most 're good tasting, too... As long as they don't come from people in power," Alida related with dark drollness in return to Edyis, the bluie sipping one of the last hits of her scotch while waggling her brows a little. "That's how I did it, mostly: day by fucking day...with thoughts uv' Glacier on my mind." There's that bitter-sweet expression again before she can contain it, along with an ireful flare of green eyes. Sip. "He says 'Yer welcome.'" Smirkie. "He's doin' some young male bonding exercises even now..." Nod. "As Akluseth gets older, he'll hopefully gain some stability...which'll make it easier ta block...fer *both* uv' you." Puff. "Ilicaeth finds 'im kinda refreshing...after dealin' with me too much."

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 |log=The offer comes - of all odd channels - through Ilicaeth's direct communication with Akluseth, the youngling brown feeling the first true hints of the force of the blue's mind via a glancing swirl-scour of blisteringly hot, desert-dry golden sands upon the surface of the weyrling's waters. He's in decent humor as he rumbles casually to the little brown, << Alida's gonna have a few rounds... Edyis' invited fer one, if she wants. >> It's now or never, kid! Will Akluseth have the chutzpah to be physically away from his lifemate for an hour or two? Indeed the blue shows his position as not far beyond the entrance to the Weyrling cavern, waiting with his own lifemate upon his neck.
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 As she will. Alida tucks the half-full flask back onto her riding belt, the blonde then calling over her shoulder to Edyis, "And well before that, y'll not need someone else's wings ta ge'cha up here." Nod. As for neglect of Akluseth, there's a more measured, "if ya need more physical space, try meditating. Heard uv that from one of the families I sometimes visit." And take care of on occasion. "It seems ta help me at least half the time...focusin' on things I want to inside uv' myself, when I can't get away, physically." Still, "Don't neglect 'im, Ed. Even if 'e *is* tougher...bratlings need that nearness." Shrug. And down they glide, to land not far away from the upright, awaiting, perhaps even puppyish brown, Ilicaeth offering a quieter warble of re-greeting as he allows his passengers to dismount. "Night, kids," Alida intones thoughtfully, then guiding her blue into a launch skyward towards their own weyr.
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