Logs:I Wouldn't Marry A Holder Man
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| RL Date: 23 July, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, A'riste, D'kai, Nerine, Jendel, T'mic2, Palia |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Weyrlings do some socializing before lunch; A'riste teaches Valioth how to dance, Tiasheth joins in and T'mic and Aath visit. |
| Where: Center of the Bowl, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 3, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
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| "I try not to flirt with weyrlings," the short greenrider says, turning momentarily serious. "Not while they're so young, anyway." The dragons, presumably, and not their new riders. "Congratulations, A'riste - I was at the Hatching. I..." He cuts off, distracted first by Valioth's heroic fanning and then by the miniature knee-tackler. "Oof! Hey, uh, Palia. How's it going, squirt?" He gives the girl's head a pat before glancing P'draig-ward. "So I guess it's not a lesson I'm interrupting, if she's out here?" "Emphasis on 'try'," P'draig quips further and gives T'mic's hair a fond tousle. "More seriously, T'mic's often assisted Ista's Weyrlingmaster, A'riste, he knows the drill, though he /is/ an avid flirt. And nope, no lesson just now, finished up morning stuff a little bit ago, just taking a little down time in between things," answers Paddy while Palia gives Mic's knee another squeeze then steps back to go stand by Valioth, curious little hands reaching out towards his muzzle. "Pali - ask first," comes P'draig's voice, not loud, but easily heard, tone firm. Valioth doesn't help, though, by whuffling cheerfully at Palia's little hands. « Dancing really does impress girls! » he exclaims smugly to the other dragons and his own rider. A'riste shrugs one shoulder at the other two riders. "This isn't a Hold, I'm just being-" His smile is awkward and amused- at himself more than anything, but also at his dragon's antics. "And I know the rules. I'm not expecting to be assaulted every time I leave the Barracks. It's just... still not something I've ever seen a lot of. I never... I never thought of it until I ended up here." And directly to T'mic, "Thank you. I was just teaching Valioth how to dance. I think-" Whuffle, whuffle, "-he's found a new partner, though." T'mic bats at that hair-ruffling but doesn't move to step away from the Weyrlingmaster's side, just as Aath doesn't let any space grow between her and Jekzith. "Oh, you're holdbred?" he asks of A'riste, just as if the young man were a new and interesting specimen. "'M weyrbred myself. Southern. Dancing, huh? Interesting. Aath..." he looks to his green, gaze turned vague, then back to A'riste with a shrug and smile. "Not interested. But she's pretty lazy." "- nothing doing, Mik my friend, so you can just shut your great yap about it and - oh." And here's D'kai, with bronze, ink-scarred Mikhuth hot on his heels, right upon the trio. The tall lad starts with a grin, and a salute to the Weyrlingmaster and - the greenrider, and opens his mouth to greet, only to round back on the bronze and chide, "How am I expected to ask names with you going on like that? Ask her yourself." With that, the boy turns back and /does/ offer his hand, and say, "Fort's duties, sir. D'kai, and Mikhuth." Unless he's met T'mic before? There's a little frown, and a shake of his head. No, right? Meanwhile, Mikhuth's flipped his wings to his back, stepped around Valioth and Palia, and cranes his neck to look to Aath to float up a smokey greeting, laced with the low, laughing mumblings of many good friends sitting about a campfire, « Right, then. 'm Mikhuth, like m'boy's said. » Jendel has connected. Tiasheth may be tiny as far as greens go, but she's already noticeably longer than Paige is tall, traipsing as daintily as a young dragon can next to her weyrling as the two approach from vaguely the direction of the lake shore. Brow initially rather creased, her expression smoothes considerably as they near the others, brightening with delight at the mention of dancing. Always a wonderful thing, that. "Teachin' Valioth how t'dance?" she echoes, giving the whuffling bronze an amused look. "How's he comin' along?" Tiasheth's cheery warble to the other dragons is followed by a breeze laced with curiosity, small head tipping back to peer up at Aath. « And I'm Tiasheth, » she offers brightly. And Paige's attention is briefly snagged away from the dancing lessons to give a beam and a wave to the Istan greenrider. "T'mic! Good t'see ya again." And, added very quickly with a glance toward P'draig, "Er, Fort's duties. Sir." Palia's hair goes flying back as Valioth whuffs, but this doesn't knock her down. "Can I pat him?" she asks A'riste in her little kid voice, hopping from foot to foot. "All sorts of things to get used to," is P'draig's mild agreement with A'riste and he tucks both hands in his pockets, nodding approval for Palia's request. Jekzith's just all happy happy joy joy right now. « Yes! Often. » D'kai and Mikhuth's approach turns P'draig's head and he gestures towards T'mic and Aath. "Heya D'kai, this is T'mic, my weyrmate. He and Aath are up from Ista." « Hi there, hi there! » Jekzith greets gaily both Mikhuth and Tiasheth. Paddy's wave and a chuckle find Paige and he winks at her as she juggles informal and formal greetings both. "No, no-" And A'riste shakes his head at T'mic, and gestures to the dragonet and the little girl. "I'm holdbred. Men and men, well, you know what they think... but I've been with the Harper Hall for almost half my life. But it's been conservative there these last several Turns..." And he nods solemnly to Palia. "Yes. Would you like to dance with him again? He says you're a very good partner." Indeed, Valioth carefully whuffles her flyaway hair. A'riste adds to Paige, "He's doing very well. He even flew in mid-step for a whole s... er, an *hour* and a second. Really." Aath expands to include the others as well, her mental diamonds sparkling harder than ever. « Aren't you just all ever so nice. What a sweet little green! » She extends her neck toward Tiasheth, but there's Mikhuth and she has to keep a knowing eye on him as well. "D'kai," the Istan repeats, extending his hand and grinning up. "We've met. In the springs, remember? Congratulatio - oh hey, Paige. Congrats to you, too. So what do you think of your little girl, huh? Not so worried about her remembering anymore?" D'kai twists with a grin to greet Paige, and slips a little to the side to allow room for both her and Tiasheth. Even Palia gets a little wiggle and ingenuous smile, though he wrinkles his brow in thought as he grasps T'mic's hand for a moment and then finally clues recognition. "Right! The springs! Sorry, sir. Almost as bad for names as a dragon. Thank you." He chuckles, a little apologetically, releases the hand, and then steps back. "We've all been well, I hope?" Including everyone present, vaguely, more of a formality than anything else. Mikhuth, next to the tall lad, capers in place, drifting back a bubble of greeting to Jekzith but keeping his own eyes on Aath. « 'snice, right. » Aside, to D'kai, the bronze snorts, « Sh'called me 'nice'. » "Now Keseth, what've w'learned 'bout thicktail?" Are the words uttered from Jendel's mouth as the brown pair walk out from the Weyrling Barracks, only to receive a rather indignant creel and snort in response. Jendel snorts back at Keseth, and then a laugh - as if something had been said between them - but then looks up towards the little group gathered in the 'bowl. "Ah, s'that's where th'went," she mutters under her breath, before waving towards the gathered group. Paige gives her weyrlingmaster a sheepish grin as she returns his wave; hey, she tries! "Thank ya, " she beams at T'mic, casting a fond glance over at her green. "I think she's the most wonderful dragon I ever met, " she says honestly, smile widening as she adds, "Naw, not worried at all. She's real smart. Sometimes I think she almos' gets more outta our lessons'n I do." « You're very nice too, Aath, » Tiasheth replies, taking some steps closer to the older green. « And very pretty, too. You /shine/, » and she sends a soft trail of leaves up to meet those sparkling diamonds. A'riste gets a surprised look, eyes wide. "He did, really? A whole hour and a second? Tha'd be amazin'." It's late morning between lessons and lunch and there's just casual downtime it seems, going on in the Bowl. Palia beams up at A'riste and pats her hands gently and carefully along Valioth's muzzle. "Uh huh," is her answer to his question though and she bounces a little on her toes. P'draig only makes a little face and nods at A'riste's statement then rubs at his chin as he mentions the atmosphere at the Hall. "Huh. Hadn't realized," he murmurs lowly. Jekzith's blowing mental bubbles now to both Mikhuth and Tiasheth, bright colors winding in between. « Hi there, Keseth! » he includes the other brown and just contentedly noses at Aath's neck as she cuddlels under his wing. A'riste shakes his head slightly at Paige, giving lie to his own words, when Valioth isn't looking. To P'draig, he says very quietly, "Well, your brother's only recently - relatively recently - returned from Telgar, and to be honest he seems to spend a lot of his time rearranging hides and his plate; maybe he hasn't noticed. I don't know. I haven't seen there what I've seen here." And he turns to his dragon and Palia, calling out the song to them in his bright, clear tenor and clapping out the time. "I will not marry a handsome rider, / I will not marry a handsome rider," clap, clap, clap, clap, and nevermind that riders can't marry. Valioth moves to execute the steps, his nose touching Palia's hand because he can't very well hold her hand. "He would not want me when I'm wiser! Hi-dee hi-dee ho-la!" Hop! "I'm awful with names too," T'mic assures D'kai with another bright grin. "You had some big tongue-tangling name though, right? Deke-something or other?" He steps away from P'draig and runs his hands through his hair, boggling at the sudden influx of weyrlings and dragons. "Shells, it's practically the whole sharding clutch! T'mic," he adds for the benefit of the newly arrived, "And that's Aath." He jabs his thumb toward the green who is still eyeing all the other dragons covetously despite being plastered to Jekzith's side. "What's her name, Paige? I never caught." "He flew?" D'kai's missed that bit of the conversation, apparently, because he, too, turns bright interest A'riste's way. "Way to go, Valioth!" But the bronze is busy - dancing? Deke takes a quick double-take, and then shakes his head with a grin before turning back T'mic's way. "Dekelvai," he acknowledges - admits - with a faint laugh. "My parents had so many, I think they just gave up when it came to naming some of us. Hey, Jendel," a bob of greeting for the brown-riding Weyrling. "'s all good?" This is mostly directed towards Keseth, hopefully, though Mikhuth seems to latch onto /that/ thought and directs to the brown, « What'd you do, eat more'n your - » Mikhuth mumbles into incomprehensibility, likely for the better, because D'kai seems to catch a word or two that has him reprimanding sharply, "Mickey! Mind the ladies, would you?" Paige's eyebrows lift ever so slightly as A'riste shakes his head, but she grins nonetheless, pale eyes watching Valioth's attempts to dance with Palia as the harper calls out and claps through the song. "Good thin' riders dun marry then, " she laughs, enjoying watching the peculiar pair move to and fro. As such, it takes her a few minutes to respond to T'mic, attention snapping over to him at the use of her name. "Tiasheth, " she says proudly, adding a wave for Jendel as she and Keseth head over. "Hey Jendel!" To Jekzith's bubbles, Tiasheth sends another whirl of verdant leaves, turning to give Mikhuth a curious look. But the dancing soon draws her attention, too; tail swishing enthusiastically, she walks a few steps closer to the dancers, muzzle swinging vaguely to and fro in time with A'riste's claps. "More like a big ... bounce," P'draig explains about Valioth's earlier 'flying'. "But you know, progress!" the Weyrlingmaster says with a grin. Palia does the "I'm a cute three year old" boogaloo with Valioth and looks up as smaller Tiasheth approaches and waves energetically. "Hi!" Paddy clears his throat. "That's Tiasheth Palia. Remember: don't touch unless you ask." Again that reminder and his gaze flicks back to the full-grown in the immediate area and he nods at A'riste's aside. "It's not my brother who's going to point it out either. Weyrbred he may be, but he's not exactly unlaced," the brownrider says with a quiet snort about his younger sibling, then straightens once more. Keseth hastily replies back to Jekzith in his bold voice, « Hey gramps! How's being old doing for ya up there? » Jendel gives Keseth a glare, and says, "Y'know, we really work on yer resp'ct." And Keseth's response to Jendel finds his bold voice unusually lowering itself into what could almost be described as a purr, « Yeh, like you ever call anyone "sir", kid. Get it all from you. » Jendel blinks, and then grumbles something before waving towards the visitor. "'ello!" Another quip from Keseth makes her grumble, "Fort's duties," before she finally introduces herself as, "Jendel, Weyrling t'Keseth." And she gives the brown a rather evil-looking glare, before looking at D'kai. "Aye, 'e's g'd." Keseth growls a little at Mikhuth, his mindvoice becoming loud and almost crackly as he replies, « Yer one to talk, kid! If you had the chance, you'd eat until you explode! » Jendel rolls her eyes at Keseth, before greeting Paige with a "ello!" of her own. "We didn't get along at first," A'riste admits to P'draig, wryly, while still clapping for the dancers' benefit. "I'm a difficult student, and he's very good at what he does. I'm sure I'll give you a lot of headaches, too." Valioth takes the steps with a deliberate swagger under Tiasheth's regard, flaring his wings out again. His rider obligingly sings, "I would not marry a Holder man, I would not marry a Holder man, / All that boredom I could not stand! Hi-dee hi-dee ho-la!" When the dragonet hops this time, he catches the air again... for, another whole magnificent second, before he comes right back down, thump! And looks utterly pleased with himself. T'mic echoes, "Tiasheth," approvingly, and watches the young green with her swishing tail. "Lovely." Name? Dragon? Both? He shoots a grin sidelong at P'draig and leans over to mutter something to the taller man, nods a welcome to Jendel and her brown. "I haven't eaten yet; I'm starving. Paddy-love, d'you mind if I go grab something?" He flashes a grin at Valioth's dancing, while Aath looks on with wide-eyed awe. D'kai has left. "Can they all do tha'? Bounce?" Paige wonders, even as she can't help beaming at little Palia. Aww, little kids are adorable. Tiasheth's eyes pick up speed, sharing in her lifemate's delight, even as she follows Valioth's progress up and back down again with a small head movement. « That is your bounce? » she has to ask, giving this hopping motion a try for herself. Alas, she doesn't quite manage to catch the air, but it seems to be of little matter - hopping is still fun! "I wouldn' marry a holder man, " murmurs Paige as A'riste finishes the next verse, gaze briefly absent. "Yeah, well I love my brother, but he does kind of have a stick up his rear," P'draig says with odd fondness about his younger sibling then laughs. "We'll see about the headaches. If there's one thing that's very obviously different about me and Remi, is that I'm laid back and he is not." Palia continues to shimmy around with the dragons, clapping as Valioth 'flies'. She yawns a minute later though and spotting this, P'draig calls her over. "C'mon Pali, let's go have a little lunch and get you down for your nap." A look over at the Istan greenrider follows along with an invitation: "Join us, for the meal, T'mic? I've had a soup simmering over the fire since earlier and the kitchen had herbed rolls this morning fresh." Palia gives one final twirl and patters over to her father with a backwards wave for Valioth. Up onto Paddy's hip she goes. "It's okay if they all want to try," P'draig says about the bouncing. "But keep an eye out for tiredness and muscle strain. I'll be in my Weyr with my family for the lunch hour, just bespeak Jekzith if you need anything!" Jekzith, for his part just blows a lot of bubbles Keseth's way mentally. « None of my little ones have made little ones yet. My rider suggests, uncle. » "Bah, hold'r men," Jendel seems to echo Paige's sentiment with a snort, before her attention is on the "dancing and flying" Valioth, at which she can't help but give an amused smirk. Keseth, meanwhile, gives a snort at Jekzith, and tries popping some of the bubbles with his mind. « I'll call ya what I want, gramps. » « Spread your wings out. The wind's strong, so when you feel it under your wings, like big hands, jump up! » Valioth projects to all the dragons in his excitement, and punctuates it with a little bugle. A'riste lifts a hand in farewell to both T'mic and P'draig, and steps toward his dragonet, who seems to deflate just a little once his partner's gone. "Sorry, Valioth. You can't keep all the girls forever. Aath did call you handsome, though." And he notes to Paige, "You'll never have to marry one, now." "Soup sounds great, yeah," the Istan says, giving Palia a little boost up to P'draig's hip. "Nice meeting all of you," he adds with a wave to the assembled before heading off toward the weyrlingmaster's weyr. Paige is pulled from her reverie by P'draig's and T'mic's parting words, which garner a nod and a quick wave in the direction of the two men. Tiasheth's far more interested in giving this trick of Valioth's a try, stretching her pretty wings open with ease and lifting her chin to the wind. « Like big hands, » muses she, and when the next breeze comes by, she gives a small jump upward, enabling her to indeed be up there for all of a second before she thumps back down onto the bowl floor. « How delightful! Would you teach me this dance that yours taught you, Valioth? Paige says that dancing is fun; I'd like to try it sometime. » P'draig grins as the Weyrlings turn their attention to bouncing and leans his head towards Palia as she murmurs something in his ear. "Okay," he tells her with a nod, "definitely dessert after your lunch." And then he's turning to walk towards the ground-based weyr that he shares with Jekzith just off the Barracks with a wave around for the group. Jekzith just lets Keseth's comeback roll right off. He's got Aath under his wing after all. P'draig has left. T'mic has left. Valioth beams as well as any dragon can beam. « Yeah. Would you like to dance now? Boss's gotta few more verses, right, Boss? » Again, he projects to the dragons and A'riste, who laughs, "I might have to make a few more up, but yes." « I would love to try, » Tiasheth replies happily, sweeping her wings open to dip a little curtsey. « How do we start? » Paige chuckles, thoroughly amused by the little green's show of manners. "Ya wanna let him lead, " she suggests, pulling out a few other such tidbits for the dragonet to refer to. "But I can' tell ya how t'dance like a dragon. Valioth'll hafta show ya." « Stick out your wing, like this- » And Valioth extends his wing until it almost touches Tiasheth's: were they human, it might almost be like holding hands. « And I'll show you the turns when he sings. » A'riste obliges again, clapping out the time. "I will not marry a tanner lad, I will not marry a tanner lad," Skip, skip, turn, pause, skip, skip, turn, "He'd skin me if I made him mad," Skip, skip, turn, pause, "Hi-dee hi-dee ho-la!" Hop! Tiasheth obligingly sticks out her wing to meet his, tail flicking in time with A'riste's claps. « Hi-dee hi-dee ho-la? » she repeats laughingly. « This is fun! What does it mean? » Skip, skip, turn. Hop! "Definitely wouldn' marry a tanner lad, " Paige laughs, clapping along with A'riste, feet tapping with the beat. "That's very catchy, A'riste. Didja write it?" "Not the original," A'riste admits. "But I'm adding verses." « I dunno, » Valioth replies with a definite mental shrug. « I think it's just supposed to sound funny. » His rider ponders, and then turns to Paige. "Can you think of anyone we wouldn't want to marry?" "Ah. Hmm, a - a sailor?" Paige ventures after a thoughtful moment. "'Specially if'n his firs' love's the sea and his boat. Mama always said they'd leave their girls eventually t'go and sail away again on some new adventure or 'nother." Tiasheth's thoroughly enjoying the courtly gambol, despite not having a meaning to pin to the catchy words. « Ah, well. Even if that is so, it's very catchy! » A'riste thinks, and then sings, "I would not marry a fickle sailor, I would not marry a fickle sailor, / He'd leave me for some new adventure! Hi-dee hi-dee ho-la!" The minueting dragons moving in time is a funny sight to see. He doesn't correct them- lets them find their own rhythm together. This is play, not wing formations, though this kind of thing undoubtedly lays the foundation for such training. Valioth tries to catch the air again: bounce! "Aye, he would!" Paige agrees, giggling at the set of them twirling and hopping about in time with the music. Tiasheth bounces upward again, too, spreading her wings a little and getting another second of airtime. She refrains from any more bouncing afterwards, but keeps making little hops every now and then as they spin and turn. « Paige says at a real dance, people dress up, » and there's a shimmery image of well-dressed people dancing at the hatching feast. « We would look pretty silly in all that though, don't you think? » And another image, this time of the two of them with what she can grab from Paige's mind of nice clothing. A'riste begins to laugh as Valioth bounces that image on to him. "I can't afford enough fabric to make you gather clothes, Valioth!" He claps the time, though he finally says, "I think that might be enough bouncing and dancing for one day. I can come up with more verses tomorrow." "I can' getcha a dress either, Tiasheth, " Paige chuckles, shaking her head amusedly. Foot tapping along with the beat, she watches them for a bit longer before nodding in agreement with A'riste. "Yeah, tha's more'n 'nough. Quite a bit more exertion'n we was a'plannin' fer the mornin' - er, well, afternoon, now, I guess." But she grins at the other weyrling nonetheless. "Dunno 'bout Valioth, but Tia's worked up an appetite from all tha'. I think I better go give her a snack 'fore gettin' lunch, m'self." A'riste smiles quietly at her. "Perhaps tomorrow," he only remarks, "You can come with a verse, since you gave me all the words for one." Valioth sits down hard, thoroughly worn out but very, very pleased with himself. Jendel has left. Keseth has left. "I dun think I'll be able t'make a real good one like y'did, " Paige says sheepishly, "but I'll give 'er a shot. Maybe it'll be funny, even if'n it dun rhyme." Tiasheth's tired, too, and just stops twirling, planting herself down next to Valioth, eyes bluish-green with only a hint of hunger crimsoning at the edges. « That was great fun! We should do that again sometime. Preferably when we're not so tired. » Valioth's eyes whirl gently at Tiasheth. « Yeah. Maybe we can do a new dance. Right, Boss? » "Right," A'riste echoes. And to Paige, he says quite confidently, "You'll do fine. People are supposed to make up new ones. If it's funny, then it's even better." « A new dance would be lovely, » Tiasheth replies, giving Valioth the equivalent of a mental smile. « Thank you for showing me. » "Well, then. I'll try t'make one tha's funny, " Paige decides, smiling a little at him for the vote of confidence. "Thanks, A'riste. 'Twas a lotta fun. Guess I'd better see t'gettin' this'un fed. I'll think 'bout tha' verse, though. Maybe we'll think of somethin' as we're fallin' asleep later t'night." |
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