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Post by shadowreine on Sept 25, 2011 10:46:46 GMT -5
It took a lot to tire a bronze dragon, but Kylith, descending to the bowl like a blown leaf was visibly tired.
His rider was visibly exhausted and his firelizards had apparently long since given up on keeping up, for they were nowhere to be found.
C'lyn had taken on himself to do some survey flights lately, looking for trouble. Or for potential new holdsites, of which he had found a couple. In case they ever needed them.
It kept him away from the Weyr, and he could not even explain why he wanted to be away from the Weyr. Some of it was his nephew. He did not want to admit that seeing Tirlynna happy with weyrmate and child reminded him of Kelyna in a manner far too painful.
And Karlyn, silent, now a Candidate, with all of the growing years lost to him.
Even Happy could not keep his mood up when it got this black, and its darkness was obvious on his face. Kylith looked no better...
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Post by Franny on Nov 27, 2011 23:41:53 GMT -5
Karlyn saw her father fly in. Father. It was such a strange word with so little meaning. Tirlynna and Bamre made sure she understood that C'lyn was her father, and Kelyna was her mother. They would tell her what that was supposed to mean, but it was so hard to understand. Most of her memories were with Tirlynna and Bamre. She understood what it meant for them to be her biological parents, but the vague memories from the mind of a four year old were not enough to truly help with the concept. Her father was so young compared to her Aunt Tirlynna.
Between times seemed to have messed everyone up. It destroyed her past, but at the same time it shaped her future.
She wasn't sure why, but she shyly approached the man she knew was supposed to be her father. She could see the sadness etching lines across his face, and she wanted to do something to help this man that she hardly knew, but she knew was her father.
It was so strange to find out that her parents were famous. She was famous simply for being the silent child of the founders of the weyr. She also knew from the stories that there was a third man involved in founding the weyr, but he was largely forgotten by the populace.
It was this man, C'lyn, that they loved for his leadership of the weyr. It was her dead mother, that she didn't remember, who was still fresh in their minds, that they loved for her vision.
She didn't belong in this place of people, but she was a person. She was a dragon-minded person.
Hello Kylith, she whispered a greeting with her mind to her father's dragon. She could sense the mood projected from her firelizards to her in pictures of dark clouds.
Sometimes she desperately wished she could talk directly to people. She would give anything to be able to talk directly to people instead of speaking like a dragon amongst the dragons. Sne could write things, but she had no voice to lift up in harper harmonies, to laugh with, or to simply help people with emotional turmoil. For them, she had to speak with her body, and she had trouble with that. She had trouble with body language and understanding people's reactions because of her isolation while growing up. Often her flits helped by telling her the moods of people around her.
Three of her flits were with her at the moment. Dolor, Proud, and Carrot were arrayed across her shoulders and head. She sent all of them away except Proud, who remained on her right shoulder. If she needed the others, they could be back in a second.
She reached forward and touched her father's shoulder and offered him half smile. She desperately wished she could say something. She wished she could tell him something, but all she could offer was a picture through the firelizrds. She showed him a memory of herself s a girl, sitting in a forest surrounded by a fair of wild firelizards who whistled and chirped out notes, lifting their voices in the song she did not have. It was a beautiful memory, and one of her favorite. She was connected to all the firelizards through the couple that impressed to her, and through them she received the full beauty of images that matched with the mindless song they sang. Her memory was simply something she hoped could cheer up her father, but she would see when he reacted.
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Post by shadowreine on Nov 28, 2011 17:35:09 GMT -5
C'lyn smiled. "Hello, Karlyn." His dragon, of course, relayed the girl's thoughts.
Her lack of a voice had apparently strengthened her sensitivity to dragons. And she was more than old enough to stand and Impress. Part of him worried about that. It was the queens who were targeted. Tirlynna only escaped because Reinth wasn't seen as a true queen, not a threat to the great golds of the northern continent.
Or maybe because his sister was so d**n good at looking after herself. But the presence of his daughter was enough to lift some of the black clouds from his mind.
Happy, for his part, trilled brightly to Karlyn. Even his human being upset couldn't get THAT firelizard down, no, not for a moment and not by so much as the length of the smallest green flit.
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