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741.01.14 | A Fresh Start - G'nen - 15.Jan.20
When G’nen was asked to be one of the Weyrlingmasters for Aridissicath’s upcoming Clutch, he did not think they would be putting both golds in his class. He supposed it made sense to put the golds together, so they could learn all the gold things together and get to know each other, but why had they given him the golds instead of say, the actually experienced Weyrlingmaster. This was his first class! Sure, he’d been R’moc’s assistant for a couple turns now, but that was different than being in charge of a whole gaggle of Weyrlings - including two golds!
Ah well, G’nen would do his best regardless, and he had people he could call on when - not if, when - he needed help. It would be fine. Totally fine. These Weyrlings were gonna turn out great.
They were doing pretty well so far, overall, G’nen felt as he looked over his group, all busy oiling itchy dragonets. He walked through them slowly, stopping at each pair and noting the general health of each hatchling as he went. Eventually he came to the two golds who were a minor source of bewilderment for him (even if he was pleased at the faith everyone seemed to have in him). Both golds were… very round. A number of the other dragonets were similarly chubby, including one particular brown and a few greens. As far as G’nen could tell, though, they were perfectly healthy. Just a little baby fat. Probably. Aradissicath had such healthy Clutches, and Fort had a good turn, plenty of food, so they must have been extraordinarily well nourished in those eggs.
Really, there was little to be concerned about with the hatchlings. The riders, on the other hand, G’nen was a little more worried about. There was the Lady who had Impressed from the stands - very shellshocked about it all, he’d felt - but it wasn’t too terribly difficult the first few weeks, so she should be alright. Just feed and oil and nap in cycles. Barely enough energy left over to panic about the new direction your life had taken. They’d worry about that more after the first two or so weeks were through, though G’nen was planning to talk to her properly before the week was through. And there was one bluerider G’nen felt he should keep an eye on, but other than that, everyone seemed to be doing pretty well.
G’nen tried to put little games into oiling whenever he could, add an extra layer of engagement for both rider and dragonet. The game of the moment was finding their dragon’s favorite spot to scratch without asking. Dragons weren’t allowed to tell, either. It was about picking up emotions and physical signs from your lifemate, not just relying on a dragon telling their rider everything. Dragons could keep secrets, after all.
’I’m sure you haven’t. Not even once. Especially not that time you didn’t tell me you had made an arrangement with a mated green.' Yanth snorted.
RE: 741.01.14 | A Fresh Start - Cazan - 16.Jan.20
But each time the little gold would chirp mischievously and deny it. This was a great game and she was pulling a great trick on Cazan! Between her pleased nopes she was was babbling nonsensical phrases and noises, entirely too please to be getting her rider's attention and to be playing this game.
Cazan wasn't sure if this would turn into a shriek fest or a sad dragon fest, and as much as she was curious what a crying dragon looked like, she didn't have it in her heart to find out with Malvayth. So she forced a smile on her face, reached out to scratch the special spot and gave her rotund little gold a hug. "Of course you tricked me. I'm just tired. Now hold still and let me finish oiling you. And then we have to... fuck what else were we supposed to do again?"'
RE: 741.01.14 | A Fresh Start - Kor'is - 16.Jan.20
He'd had four days to come to terms with having a dragon. It was still surreal to know that the plump blue thing he was rubbing oil on was his mate but Kor'is had accepted it like most everything else thrown at him. He had wanted a dragon, then he didn't, so of course he now had one. That was the way his life worked and he just rolled with it.
But did he have to be in the same group as the two obnoxious gold dragonets?
He sent a look at the one that had to greet each and every one of them individually in what felt like every time they crossed paths. Then there was the other one that thought she was hilarious and if you didn't think so or react accordingly then a headache you were given. The blob was currently teasing her rider which Kor'is was fine with since that meant they were distracted enough that everyone else could do their own thing in peace for a few minutes.
He was currently oiling a spot where Taith's tail met his back and the chubby blue's backside was raising in the air like he was one of the cats the Lord Ista's family had when they were kids. Actually, Taith reminded him a lot of a feline with how often he currently slept in between bouts of eating or playing. He also liked his belly being oiled but his belly wasn't a trap like one of the cats. He was prepared to humour G'nen and his games by pointing out the two spots that were clearly the favourite locations based on physical reactions and the sense of pleasure he himself felt when a familiar golden voice called out a 'fuck'.
"Fuck, indeed," Kor'is murmured with an eye roll and then waved for Taith to stick out a foot to be oiled next.
I like her enthusiasm and how much fun she always has, Taith chirped as he rolled over for better leg access.
"Don't encourage her." He wondered if they could convince her that silence was golden for a reason and that gold dragons weren't supposed to talk so much.
741.01.14 | A Fresh Start - Sariel - 16.Jan.20
Cirith was taller than Sariel by about ten inches if they were both laying down and she was definitely rounder by a large margin. Every time she oiled her lifemate she seemed to grow. Finding her favourite spot was an amusing adventure considering she adored being oiled and it did make her very shiny.
"I suppose you have a point," Sariel said dryly. Like a canine, though, there had to be that extra spot that felt delicious. She rubbed a cloth against some excess oil and used it to get to her lifemate's face. Her plump cheeks shone, her muzzle was glorious, but there was a spot just there in the middle where the dragonet had difficulty reaching that was especially croon-inducing.
Or those little happy eee sounds she made when excited. Maybe it was a combination of sounds. And then Malvayth said fuck very loudly. It made Sariel laugh, which made Cirith stare at the other dragonet for a long moment, deep in thought.
"Okay, that's...maybe enough of that word," Sariel murmured but she was still laughing.
RE: 741.01.14 | A Fresh Start - Kor'is - 21.Jan.20
Kor’is was already sitting on the edge of the group in what still counted as an acceptable distance from others though he wished he could move across the Weyr. It was also lucky he wasn’t near a wall or he’d likely have started hitting his head against it to make the noise stop. He took a deep breath and started counting to avoid saying anything but he only managed to get to three before giving up and glaring at the slightly skinnier gold.
“Would the two of you control your dragons and teach them to stop yelling everything. I already have over twenty extra voices in my head talking at once and I don’t need them screaming as well.” He was rather proud of himself for not swearing but then again, the two golds had done more than enough of it to make up for his lack of use. Although telling them to shove their fucks up their asses would have been pretty cathartic.
He could feel Taith wanting to say something and Kor’is turned his look on the blue dragon. Taith could honestly be just as loud and obnoxious when he became too excited and Kor’is wasn’t a fan of that either. He decided to distract the dragon by rubbing oil at the tail bone again and he felt the pleasure that brought and he smirked, knowing how he could win arguments until Taith was a lot larger.
“Hey,” Kor’is called out to G’nen since their so-called Weyrlingmaster hadn’t interjected yet, “can we get this over with and go back to nap time? At least that is usually quieter.”
RE: 741.01.14 | A Fresh Start - D'io - 24.Apr.20
Oh boy, oh geez, are you okay? the fat little brown told his boy for the fourteenth time. D'io grunted from the ground and started to shove himself forward when a frantic Skirrikath slapped him with a tail as he twisted around to check on his boy. "Shir," he started calmly as his face began to sting and with an effort to calm the brown, "Shirrikath! I'm okay." Since the day Shirrikath had hatched, D'io had been knocked down more often than not. The brown was large, chubby, and bulky but he didn't realize his own size sometimes and during those times, D'io found himself on the ground.
As long as you're okay. I mean that slap looked like it hurt, are you sure you're okay?
D'io rolled his eyes as he shoved himself to his feet. "It's fine," he told the brown as he brushed his ass off. His face did sting and D'io was certain that there would be a bruise there come the morning but it would be just fine. He was more focused on making sure Shirrikath was taken care of and he knew the little brown was itchy. "Come on," he gestured to the brown, "Let's go get oiled." It didn't take long for Shir to get that way, the brown loved a good oil as much as the rest did and he was good enough to stand perfectly still while D'io scrubbed him.
D'io's shoulders started to ache right around the time the golds started screeching loudly. Shirrikath blinked lazily, the brown nearly asleep on his feet from the scrub when they screamed "fuck" repeatedly. They are funny, he told his boy as D'io winced with the volume, But I don't think that word is the best word. D'io laughed when he realized that Shir had snitched that thought right out of his mind. D'io cursed as much as the rest - he didn't but he could if he wanted - but the word "fuck" was weirdly a word he rarely used.
He shook his head as he heard Kor'is ' complain. D'io wasn't a complainer either but he could appreciate Kor'is' words. "Shirrikath is ready for a nap, G'nen," he said in the same theme as the bluerider, "Can I take him back for some sleep?"