Post by Zen on May 8, 2008 21:51:35 GMT -5
(( So no one gets confused, this topic, Smell the Color Nine, starts two sevendays after the dragonet’s hatch. This is because Zenniel doesn’t like to role play the earlier stages of dragonet life because she thinks it’s dull (I mean, oiling, eating, sleeping, repeating is sooo much fun, right?). Anyone may join! ))
The sapphire blue sky shone overhead. Rukbat dominated it, the glow coming off of the brilliant sun rendering the nocturnal creatures helpless and the other creatures basked in the sunlight. There was shade, plenty of it, but at this point of day the shade was either in overhanging rocks or ledges seeing as it was around noontime. The Red Star, not at all a star, was a menace in daily life, but Thread did not fall now. Nor did the young woman who lay, semi-relaxed on a small hillock overlooking the bowl, worry about it. This was as relaxed as the girl had gotten in quite a while, what with chores, lessons, and not to mention feeding and oiling a growing dragon every day. It seemed that the more days she and Haith were together the more skin the girl had to oil. But she could not complain, seeing as Haith was a Gold, one of the largest dragons in the Weyr. This was excluding the ebony and silver clutchsiblings, and though the girl liked to imagine that they had no free time, she knew that she had no free time, either… so it was a lose-lose situation.
Haith was not far from her, playing in the shallows of the water. Haith was, indeed, a Gold, which meant, even though the ebony and silver were larger than her, the ebony by a lot and the silver by a little; they still had to listen to her. She would be the only one to, possibly, vie for the Junior Weyrwoman post. Already Haith was nearly twice the size of Purth, Bamre’s small white. Zenniel liked Purth. She also liked Bamre, possibly only because Bamre was her real first friend. Bamre had told her that everything was okay, that nothing anyone said could hurt her. Zenniel owed Bamre for giving her Haith. Of course it was Haith that chose her, but it didn’t matter, Zenniel still owed it to Bamre to get her out of shyness in order to even go to the Hatching. If it weren’t for Bamre, she wouldn’t even have had enough power over her emotions to stand there for so long.
Haith stopped and turned to Hers. The dragon’s eyes were faintly whirling in distress. Dear Mine, what ever is the matter? Haith unfurled her wings and hop-jumped over to Zenniel. The dragonet didn’t like to use her wings much yet. She was only two sevendays old, after all. Zenniel, who had sat up after she heard her dragonet speak to her, laughed and her eyes sparkled with happiness as she watched her dragonet’s awful gait. “You really need to fly, or at least walk right.” The girl said, scratching the Gold’s chin. You didn’t answer me. Haith said, nevertheless pleased. Zenniel smiled, and felt some uneasiness when she said, “I almost didn’t go to the hatching. It was Bamre who helped me, albeit indirectly.” At least you were there, Dear Mine. You were there and I chose you.
There was silence for a moment, and then As long as you’re fine, can I go back and swim? Zenniel, laughing again, gently patted her gold on the rump. Zenniel had opened up to her gold, but would she do as well with others? Zenniel was still shy, though when around her wonderful Haith she was more prone to being happy. Zenniel settled back down onto the soft grass, her arms criss-crossed behind her head. She looked up at the wonderful day, and tried to discern a cloud from the blue sky, but not even a wisp of the fluffy matter could be seen. A ways off, Haith jumped into the water again. Amur, the more reckless of the two bronzes, chirped once, and betweened. Zenniel didn’t even have to wonder where this lighter and more optimistic bronze had gone: to Haith to play in the water. Mura, the shy one, just curled up under Zenniel’s left armpit. The dratted thing didn’t like to do anything fun, which reminded Zenniel of what she had been before Haith.
Zenniel wondered for a brief moment why she had two bronzes, such high ranking colors, and a gold. Was she just that liked? Was she the one that they looked at and saw that she was too shy and needed help? Or was it just a random chance of events that high colors were hers? Zenniel would probably never know, seeing as Haith just stated ‘you are mine and I am yours’ and Mura and Amur were fire-lizards and could only tell her brief images of what they thought were the correct answers. Rukbat warmed the girl as it inched its way up in the sky. Once or twice something that could be called a cloud wafted past, but the wafting was a quick one, and the girl usually caught only a glance of its tail before it floated out of view.
Dear Mine? Haith’s voice was loud and clear even though she was at least 20 feet away. Smiling, the girl said, yes, Haith? Dear Mine, I do believe someone is coming. Zenniel lifted her head a fraction of an inch to observe a shadow. Yes, Haith, I do believe you’re right. Haith continued to play in the water, though, and Zenniel just lay her head back against her arms. Mura looked up, but hid his face again in the folds of His’s shirt. Amur just continued to play.
The sapphire blue sky shone overhead. Rukbat dominated it, the glow coming off of the brilliant sun rendering the nocturnal creatures helpless and the other creatures basked in the sunlight. There was shade, plenty of it, but at this point of day the shade was either in overhanging rocks or ledges seeing as it was around noontime. The Red Star, not at all a star, was a menace in daily life, but Thread did not fall now. Nor did the young woman who lay, semi-relaxed on a small hillock overlooking the bowl, worry about it. This was as relaxed as the girl had gotten in quite a while, what with chores, lessons, and not to mention feeding and oiling a growing dragon every day. It seemed that the more days she and Haith were together the more skin the girl had to oil. But she could not complain, seeing as Haith was a Gold, one of the largest dragons in the Weyr. This was excluding the ebony and silver clutchsiblings, and though the girl liked to imagine that they had no free time, she knew that she had no free time, either… so it was a lose-lose situation.
Haith was not far from her, playing in the shallows of the water. Haith was, indeed, a Gold, which meant, even though the ebony and silver were larger than her, the ebony by a lot and the silver by a little; they still had to listen to her. She would be the only one to, possibly, vie for the Junior Weyrwoman post. Already Haith was nearly twice the size of Purth, Bamre’s small white. Zenniel liked Purth. She also liked Bamre, possibly only because Bamre was her real first friend. Bamre had told her that everything was okay, that nothing anyone said could hurt her. Zenniel owed Bamre for giving her Haith. Of course it was Haith that chose her, but it didn’t matter, Zenniel still owed it to Bamre to get her out of shyness in order to even go to the Hatching. If it weren’t for Bamre, she wouldn’t even have had enough power over her emotions to stand there for so long.
Haith stopped and turned to Hers. The dragon’s eyes were faintly whirling in distress. Dear Mine, what ever is the matter? Haith unfurled her wings and hop-jumped over to Zenniel. The dragonet didn’t like to use her wings much yet. She was only two sevendays old, after all. Zenniel, who had sat up after she heard her dragonet speak to her, laughed and her eyes sparkled with happiness as she watched her dragonet’s awful gait. “You really need to fly, or at least walk right.” The girl said, scratching the Gold’s chin. You didn’t answer me. Haith said, nevertheless pleased. Zenniel smiled, and felt some uneasiness when she said, “I almost didn’t go to the hatching. It was Bamre who helped me, albeit indirectly.” At least you were there, Dear Mine. You were there and I chose you.
There was silence for a moment, and then As long as you’re fine, can I go back and swim? Zenniel, laughing again, gently patted her gold on the rump. Zenniel had opened up to her gold, but would she do as well with others? Zenniel was still shy, though when around her wonderful Haith she was more prone to being happy. Zenniel settled back down onto the soft grass, her arms criss-crossed behind her head. She looked up at the wonderful day, and tried to discern a cloud from the blue sky, but not even a wisp of the fluffy matter could be seen. A ways off, Haith jumped into the water again. Amur, the more reckless of the two bronzes, chirped once, and betweened. Zenniel didn’t even have to wonder where this lighter and more optimistic bronze had gone: to Haith to play in the water. Mura, the shy one, just curled up under Zenniel’s left armpit. The dratted thing didn’t like to do anything fun, which reminded Zenniel of what she had been before Haith.
Zenniel wondered for a brief moment why she had two bronzes, such high ranking colors, and a gold. Was she just that liked? Was she the one that they looked at and saw that she was too shy and needed help? Or was it just a random chance of events that high colors were hers? Zenniel would probably never know, seeing as Haith just stated ‘you are mine and I am yours’ and Mura and Amur were fire-lizards and could only tell her brief images of what they thought were the correct answers. Rukbat warmed the girl as it inched its way up in the sky. Once or twice something that could be called a cloud wafted past, but the wafting was a quick one, and the girl usually caught only a glance of its tail before it floated out of view.
Dear Mine? Haith’s voice was loud and clear even though she was at least 20 feet away. Smiling, the girl said, yes, Haith? Dear Mine, I do believe someone is coming. Zenniel lifted her head a fraction of an inch to observe a shadow. Yes, Haith, I do believe you’re right. Haith continued to play in the water, though, and Zenniel just lay her head back against her arms. Mura looked up, but hid his face again in the folds of His’s shirt. Amur just continued to play.
