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Post by Selvagem on Aug 10, 2008 2:05:24 GMT -8
(OOC> This scene is set the night after "Weyrling Gossip". Open to anyone who wants to join the conversation.)
H'tio and Jh'na
The long day ended with the last rays of the sun, leaving the Weyrling Barracks in calm, languid cool, the heavy dusk broken only by flickers of torchlight over the bunks and the heavy forms of dragonets beside couches. Sitting and reading together by the wall beside their bunks, H'tio and Jh'na were quiet with the general hush across the Barracks. Both Mirabeth and Runimeth were dozing on their respective stone couches, heads laid over curled forepaws and wings slumped in sail-piles beside them.
"Say, Jh'na, do you know what this means?"
The green weyrling raised his head in surprise: more often it was he who did the asking, and H'tio the explaining. A quick glance at the parchment, however, told him clearly why it was the opposite this round: the parchment depicted the types of stitching required for the making of riding leathers. He sighed in mock exasperation as he leaned over to take the parchment from H'tio.
"Yes, though why you didn't learn this in the Healercraft, I never understood. Here, I'll explain..."
Though explaining without the actual equipment for working with did little good. After a few minutes H'tio drew back, shaking his head in disgust.
"Forget it, I think I'll figure it out when we actually start making them," he yawned, "All this studying is making me sleepy."
"Well, that's rare," Jh'na smiled, "I thought you liked studying."
"I do, but not after a day of endurance drilling. And laundry. My feet and fingers feel like they'll fall off," he wriggled his fingers and toes gingerly as his friend chuckled, "You know, life is just so...different here. In so many ways."
"Aye," Jh'na chuckled again, leaning back against the wall, "And you thought candidacy was bad."
"It was bad because I had a choice to make, and didn't know how to make it," H'tio set the parchments aside quietly, "Now that it's been made though...well, some things are easier, that's a fact."
Jh'na sighed, "I'd think so. you know...it's weird, but I miss my family. I miss my dad, and the Smithcrafting. No going back there now, of course, but I like doing things with my hands, and the hammers."
H'tio smiled, "Well, not so weird when you think of it...but I thought you always wanted to be a 'rider."
"I did," the green weyrling ran a hand through his hair, hazel-brown eyes thoughtful, "I just...well, never thought about what it really mean to be one, I guess."
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Post by dragon on Aug 12, 2008 21:45:03 GMT -8
T'rad had finally stumbled into the barracks. What a busy day it had been. I'dalyn was certainly keeping the class on their toes. While he walked in ever so slowly, Paleoth creeped behind him. The blue wasn't sad, as his pace may give off. But the dragonet was a bit tired and bored.
T'rad settled in his cot, not too far away from Jh'na and H'tio. He hadn't really heard their conversation, except maybe a few words at the tail end. The boy leaned up and sat against the back of the bed. On the bed he picked up a hide that he had gotten from the records room. Since his discussion with K'mar earlier, he thought it best to read up on wings and such. Might as well prepare for the future. Truth be told, it had also peaked T'rad's interest and he was dying to learn as much as possible.
After flipping through a bit, T'rad looked over to Jh'na and H'tio and smiled warmly at them. "Hello guys. Busy days we've had", T'rad spoke warmly and honestly as he started some idle chit chat. Paleoth, meanwhile, settled on his couch.
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Post by Selvagem on Aug 16, 2008 8:41:16 GMT -8
H’tio and Jh’na[/u]
Runimeth raised his head as the blue-pair entered the room, a soft warble his greeting to Paleoth. He was too sleepy to do more. Mirabeth, however, glanced up as her brown companion sounded his welcome, and the touch of her drowsy mind was like the brush of satin.
Hello Paleoth.
Both H’tio and Jh’na looked up at T’rad’s words, and both smiled in acknowledgement. H‘tio turned back to his work and opened the next hide to get started on the intricacies of Telgar Weyr’s history through the 5th Pass. He had been in the midst of studying, after all, and idle conversation had a tendency to eat into his sleeping time. Jh’na, however, spilled the pile of parchments on his lap onto the floor, and yawned luxuriously as he stretched.
“Aye, T’rad, seems our teacher isn’t in the best of moods these days, eh,” he grinned wryly, “Hey, H’tio and I were just talking: do you ever feel like you miss home, T’rad?”
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Post by dragon on Aug 16, 2008 12:00:50 GMT -8
T'rad chuckled. "I'd say more, Jh'na, but you remember what happened last time we started talking about the weyrlingmaster. I'll leave it at that", T'rad said with a grin as he shifted for comfort in his bed. T'rad never really seemed to find comfort for long in these beds, perhaps that's why he tossed and turned so much.
Paleoth perked his head at the direction of Runimeth and returned the warbled greeting with one of his own, deciding words wouldn't be tactful. He would answer in the response given. However, it was Mirabeth that chose words and Paleoth was quick to return a wordy greeting. It wasn't a tone of excitement, energy, or playfulness. He sounded exhausted, as if he'd drift to sleep at any moment. Hello Mirabeth. You look lovely, as always. Not any sort of flirting or attraction, as the dragonet was just too young, but he found it better to compliment the greens in such a way. Better to be on their good side than their bad, or ignored for that matter.
T'rad, however, was giving a bit of a confused look to Jh'na. "Well, no", T'rad chuckled as one hand went to smooth some hair out of his eyes. "I'm weyrbred. This weyr has been all that I've really known", he said with a bit of a smile. However, a thought crossed his mind that intrigued him. Was weyrlinghood, was being a dragonrider, different between those who were weyrbred and those who were holdbred? Maybe, if only slightly. He thought to return the question to Jh'na. "Do you miss home?", he asked with a curious look.
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Post by Selvagem on Aug 16, 2008 20:50:52 GMT -8
H’tio and Jh’na[/u]
Green Mirabeth regarded Paleoth with tired eyes, pleased with his words but too weary to make sense of a good reply. Runimeth, for his part, had already drifted into a light doze and scarcely noticed the blue’s replying warble. At length, however, Mirabeth leaned her head back onto her forepaws, half-shut eyes still regarding the blue dragonet as she replied.
Thank you, Paleoth. You look fine yourself. We are all so…sleepy…
H’tio raised his head from his work again at Jh’na’s question to T’rad, and quickly came to the conclusion that the idle conversation was all too interesting to be left alone, whether or not he had studies to chase. He set his own set of parchments aside as Jh’na chuckled softly (he was too worn to laugh), and replied.
“Aye, don’t remind me, my fingers all want to fall off,” he yawned again, “I guess it must be easier for you then, since you’ve known Weyr-life all your life.”
At T’rad’s next question, H’tio smiled thoughtfully, and Jh’na sighed, “Ay, a little, I was just talking to H’tio about it - think I mentioned that already…but, can’t quite recall…”
“He did,” H’tio’s smile remained rueful, “We’re always so tired these days, hard to recall sharding anything.”
Jh’na nodded, “Ay, definitely. Must be easier for you anyhow, T’rad, you’ve no home to miss.”
His brown weyrling friend was silent a moment, and spoke again, “I know I definitely miss home: miss my siblings and my Master, the Healer who was teaching me. I wanted to become a Master Healer.”
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Post by dragon on Aug 16, 2008 21:07:21 GMT -8
Paleoth crooned softly at Mirabeth. Then sleep, dear Mirabeth. I'm soon to follow. The blue's voice was tired but tender. When he finished speaking, he folded his forearms and rested his head atop them, spreading his wings idley.
T'rad, not paying any attention to the sleepy dragon, smiled at the two fellow weyrlings. "Perhaps I've no home to miss. But I can miss good times like anyone else", T'rad spoke to both of them. "My friends and I were quite the trouble makers back in the day. Always in trouble for some thing we goaded one another into", T'rad chuckled lightly as he recalled life before weyrlinghood. "I'd say that didn't last for long, but something tells me we're likely to see our fair share of punishment whether we're trouble makers or not", T'rad added on with a sigh.
"Though I'll admit. I don't get the feeling that I'm far from home. It must be a totally different life for either of you. Where as it would be more of an adjustment for me", T'rad suggested to them. It had been true. He grew up in the weyr, he was around dragonriders and understood some of the day to day life that went on in the weyr. "So you were going to be a healer before, H'tio?", he asked the brownrider weyrling. He then quickly turned his attention to Jh'na and asked a question, "What of you Jh'na? Were you training for something?"
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Post by Selvagem on Aug 16, 2008 22:02:20 GMT -8
H’tio and Jh’na
Mirabeth warbled her assent with a drifting sens of thanks for Paleoth’s considerateness as she too, drifted off into sleep. Jh’na, for his part, yawned yet again, feeling his dragonet’s weariness, and sighed.
“Glad to know I’m not alone, T’rad. I had my share of scrapes too, though H’tio here has always been the good one.”
The brown weyrling scoffed at this, but his green weyrling friend went on relentlessly, “I had a reputation with the girls back home, y’know? Didn’t go with many of them, of course, but they liked me.”
“He says that to inflate his own ego,” H’tio stated drily, wondering why his friend had suddenly brought girls into the picture: Jh'na could be so random, sometimes, “You’re right though, I was going to be a Healer. It was all I ever wanted, back then. But Runimeth chose me on the Sands, and life’s just really different now.”
Jh’na chuckled, “And I, for myself, always wanted to be a rider. There was always talk of a great-grand-uncle somewhere in my line who’d been a ‘rider, and I like dragons. But I was into Smithcrafting before that, and I do…miss it a little. The hammering and making bit, y’know?”
“What about you, T’rad?” H’tio glanced over at the blue weyrling, “Did you always want to be a ‘rider, or did you have other ambitions?”
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Post by dragon on Aug 16, 2008 22:18:53 GMT -8
T'rad chuckled and responded to Jh'na, "Nah. I've never had much luck with girls. I guess I've always been a bit shy around them." He looked over to H'tio and spoke, "Don't worry. Takes a strong will to have such good character. I'm sure you wouldn't want to be like some of us." T'rad had implied something, but it wasn't specific enough to be able to understand right away, nor was he going to explain.
"Me?", he asked curiously at H'tio's question. T'rad thought over it for a moment. "Being a dragonrider has always been my dream. I heard stories of my parents, or atleast one of them, being a dragonrider. So I guess I figured it a destiny of sorts. Weird kid stuff I guess. But here I am with Paleoth. He's a beast of a blue. I definently didn't expect one like him", T'rad explained as he stretched his arms and let out a yawn. "Don't you guys know yawning is contageous", T'rad mock scolded.
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Post by Selvagem on Aug 23, 2008 1:33:52 GMT -8
H’tio and Jh’na[/u]
Jh’na chuckled as he settled back against the wall beside him, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’m pretty sleepy, and so is Mirabeth. A long day of chores does that, you know.”
“It does,” H’tio smiled. He thought he might understand the hidden implication beyond T’rad’s, and he did not like it. Nonetheless however, he stretched out his to arms loosen the sore muscles, and spoke, “I don’t think any of us ever expected what we’d find eventually – I certainly didn’t. But I think…it turned out for the best after all.”
“Aye,” Jh’na chuckled, “Hey T’rad, which of your parents was the ‘rider? I think it must have cool, having a ‘rider for a dad, or mum.”
H’tio grinned as well, “He’s mum’ll be a goldrider then, if it was his mum who was the ‘rider.”
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Post by dragon on Aug 23, 2008 18:45:20 GMT -8
"I'm thinking it was my father. If it were my mother, then that'd significantly narrow down the list to less than a handful I'd imagine. If that were the case, I might have already been in contact", T'rad answered, not really sure either. "For all I know, both of them could have been and that'd be pretty sweet wouldn't it? That's my favorite theory to go on", T'rad added, a bit cheerful as he cracked his knuckled. Joint, muscle, bone. All ached with equal passion. Such a tiring day. Then again, that always seemed to be the case.
"Any of your family make it for the hatching?", T'rad asked, curiousity always getting the better of him. As the question left his mouth, he stretched. A yawn was quick to accompany said stretch.
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Post by Selvagem on Sept 15, 2008 6:26:04 GMT -8
H’tio and Jh’na[/u]
Jh’na listened with wide eyes, amusement sparking in his usually mellow brown eyes. Leaning forward, he pulled up his knees and curled his long arms around them, blinking thoughtfully at T’rad, “You mean, you never really knew who your parents were? I mean, who exactly?”
“Ummm, no offense there,” he added quickly, just in case the blue weyrling did get offended, “But well, I just find it strange, growing up not knowing…that part of your family.”
“They’re not like Holder boys, Jh’na,” H’tio glanced over at his friend, “They grow up in their own communities, and they don’t always know their parents. It’s a ‘rider’s life, that’s how it is.”
The brown weyrling turned to T’rad, “Not that I think it’s bad either, T’rad – I think you guys do better sometimes, without being nagged all day. Some of the Weyr children strike me as being very responsible. But it’s just strange to us, you know, ‘cause we were Hold-born, and it’s different there.”
“Aye,” Jh’na nodded as T’rad asked his next question about whether their family had been present at the Hatching, “Mi’ whole family was there, almost the entire clan. They wanted to see if there’d be another ‘rider after my great-grand something Impressed to…a brown, I think. But it wasn’t a brown for me, though I love my Mirabeth just as much. She’s one cool lady.”
From the couch behind him, Mirabeth crooned a tired appreciation of her weyrling’s comments. Jh’na smiled lovingly at her, and H’tio chuckled as he spoke, “My parents were there too - just the immediate family though. But they had some things to see to and left during the Hatching Feast.”
“I bet your parents must’ave been there too, T’rad,” Jh’na turned back to the blue weyrling as he spoke, “Though you might not have known them. Just think: if your mum had been a goldrider, she’d been proud of you.”
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Post by dragon on Sept 15, 2008 12:39:08 GMT -8
T'rad wasn't offended it all. He had his moments where he wondered about his real parents, wondered what they'd be like. But it was just such a typical style of life for him. He was actually fairly comfortable with it. Infact right now he was just interested at the different lifestyles weyrfolk and holdfolk had. This conversation was certainly proving that.
"None taken", T'rad smiled, backing up his words. "I suppose it's just something I'm use to. I'm certainly not the only weyrbrat who doesn't know one or both of their parents. I just accepted it as a way of life and went on. They people who raised me were like my parents and family and some of the kids I'd always hang around were something like siblings to me. So it's not like I didn't have people to fill those gaps", T'rad said with a satisfied sigh as he shifted for comfort.
"H'tio's got the right of it", T'rad spoke up, finalizing his way of life. "Really, I find it interesting the way we were raised. Hold life and weyr life certainly seem very different. I guess you really can't fathom it unless you experience both sides", T'rad spoke up, his last few words toned with pondering.
However, any thoughts he'd started to linger towards were snapped by the next string of conversation. T'rad laughed. "Perhaps my goldrider mom was there", he chuckled, readily assuming. "Perhaps my goldrider mom is the weyrwoman. Then she'd certainly be there", perhaps T'rad was a little too tickled with the idea but he certainly found the thought quite amusing, though likely impossible. Paleoth stirred from the sleep he'd found, grumbling that his rider was making so much noise to disturb him.
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Post by Selvagem on Sept 23, 2008 19:21:27 GMT -8
H'tio and Jh'na[/u]
H'tio and Jh'na laughed together at T'rad's words, and Runimeth raised his head, startled out of sleep. He rumbled softly.
H'tio my lad, you are very noisy, and it is time you went to sleep.
For once, the brown weyrling bowed to his dragonet's "orders". He stood up, yawned, and nodded sleepily to T'rad and Jh'na, "Well, We'd best be getting an early night. More drills tommorrow."
"Aye," Jh'na stood as well, "Good night T'rad, H'tio."
Packing their things, the two weyrlings returned to their bunks for the night.
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Post by dragon on Sept 23, 2008 19:27:40 GMT -8
T'rad nodded to H'tio and Jh'na. "You're right. It is rather late", T'rad said and placed the book on his bed out of the way and slid down into the bed. "Night you two", the blue weyrling replied in turn to his friends before resting his head on the pillow as he turned to his side and closed his eyes.
(OOC: End scene, I do believe.)
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