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741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Cazan - 25.Jun.20 Cazan reached up to scratch at her jaw and realized the itch wasn't hers. Very nice. You should come down and either take a swim or let me oil you. Probably both. The reply was a whine that threatened to turn into a tantrum. The gold gave one more excited roll in the sky, wings flaring out dramatically before she made her way back down towards the pond to splash into it playfully. Caz put away the straps into her bag and pulled out the oil as she waited for Mal to finish playing around so she could get to work on her oiling. Hopefuly afterwards there would be a nap and she could get some more work done uninterrupted. RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Qu'va - 29.Jun.20 Quinvalis loved watching the dragons as they played in the air, gliding and twirling and even dropping before catching themselves again. It looked so effortless and fun and... free. Sometimes he was a bit envious of the way they could get away from it all, even if only for a few minutes before their rider called them back down or they blinked away on an errand. Most of the time, however, they were just a joy to watch and he would find a quiet place to sit and enjoy the show whether it be a lesson for the young weyrlings or an older dragon stretching the wings. Malvayth was one of his favourites to watch lately. Everyone teased the gold from the moment she hatched for being so round and he'd heard from whisperings at meals that she was pretty dumb as well but it seemed like she was at least filling out nicely--and he hoped the rumours were false and she was intelligent. Maybe she was just young and innocent. He knew she liked games, at least early on when she couldn't control her volume and announced to everyone nearby she wanted to play. He had yet to try speaking to her and her rider to form his own opinions. Until now. He saw the pretty gold head to the pond for a soaking and it seemed like Cazan was putting away whatever she had been working on to bring out the easily recognised oiling supplies. Maybe he could offer his assistance and try for an actual conversation. R'nya had been nudging him lately to get out a bit more and Quinvalis knew he was right. He had been kind of hiding since the Hatching that left him torn up and with scars he'd never get rid of or forget since they were on his arms as a constant reminder of almost dying for a second time. He didn't blame the dragon as the energetic baby was excited and frightened when they tangled but that didn't mean he had been ready to Stand again at Iliyth's Hatching. His physical scars had healed well enough (thanks to Indivara scaring the hell out of him with her own vicious scars) and weren't too deep and ugly but the mental scarring had been harder to overcome. He wasn't ready to Stand and he wasn't always ready to be around people as he knew they would whisper and gossip about him. But Cazan seemed nice and she was alone so he could handle one person and her happy dragon. He hoped. He was about to find out as his feet made the trek from his perch to where the goldrider was. He hesitated as he got closer and pulled at his sleeves to make sure his arms were covered, and after a deep intake and release of breath, he continued on, stopping a respectful few feet away. "Hi, Cazan," Quinvalis was proud of himself for getting her name out but now he had no idea about what to say. This was why he avoided people. F'drel didn't expect conversation so that was nice and easy and Aederyn had intimidated him for a while but he liked her and was used to her now. But with Cazan he only knew from gossip and that everyone's moral compass T'ryn liked her so Quinvalis had decided she had to be nice. He hadn't even seen her Impress thanks to being unconscious. "Malvayth's flying is very impressive," he smiled as he said it but then faltered as he realised how lame that sounded and sighed. "I mean, it is and I like watching her but that was an awkward start to our meeting, wasn't it? Anyway, I'm Quinvalis and you probably know me better as the guy that was ripped to shreds at the Hatching and I just wanted to compliment her and maybe even offer to help with the oiling. I don't even have to talk. I know where my weakness lies." He laughed lightly at himself. Self-deprecating humour came pretty easily to him. RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Cazan - 29.Jun.20 Cazan startled slightly when she was approached, and her first thought was that she had missed a summons for class or some other weyrling related task. There was something familiar about the young man, but nothing terribly recent. Not a rider that had come to chat with the class, definitely not someone who she'd done work for. Either way he didn't seem like he was delivering a message so she didn't have to worry about that. Then he introduced himself, mentioning the hatching and her eyes widened in recognition. He was the candidate who had been mauled during the earthquake. It had been a very upsetting moment when it had happened, and the earthquake itself seemed to be an omen for the rest of Cazan's life. "Oh! Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm glad to see you recovered from the hatching." She sure still hadn't. The dragon sank back down in the water, almost embarrassed with how pleased she was from the praise. She'd taught her rider something and Cazan was already so smart! "Sorry about that," Cazan said as she turned her attention back to Quinvalis. "Thinking about the earthquake made Mal worry about me. But she is a a very good flyer, and loves to show off. You can help me if you'd like. It would certainly help things go faster." She passed on his comment to her dragon and the gold's head reappeared. She turned her attention Quinvalis, eyes swirling in delight, her soft delicate voice brightened with delight as she told him, She stepped out of the pond, giving herself a small shake as she started to eagerly trot over for her oiling and maybe some more flying after. RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Qu'va - 02.Jul.20 Quinvalis' smile returned as Cazan didn't immediately shoo him away or make fun of him. So far so good! Though he did blush and look at the ground when she mentioned she was glad he had recovered. He had been the one to bring it up--mostly because no one would know who he was without that moment--but it was still embarrassing and he took the time Cazan was speaking with Malvayth to compose himself once more. At least she hadn't remarked any further on the event or asked to see his scars or what it was like to be pinned beneath a hatchling like a few people had done. He nodded at the apology and explanation, and smiled again as Malvayth's head emerged from the water. It seemed the boisterous dragon was a caring one and Quinvalis couldn't fault the gold for checking in with her rider. After all, it had to be just as scary in the stands with the ground shaking and having the perfect view of scared hatchlings betweening. A laugh escaped him when Malvayth's delicate voice brushed against his mind. It was a lot nicer now that it wasn't constantly intruding at random and in what felt like yelling. "I did see you spin! You're very graceful when you're flying and I think you might be the best one in your class." It wasn't fair to play favourites but he had no affiliation with the class and Malvayth really did seem like the best at flying from his untrained eye. "You both must be excited for when you can fly together," Quinvalis commented as he grabbed a rag and oiled it up. "Where would you like me to start?" He wasn't sure if Malvayth had super itchy spots that needed to be focused on or if it was an all over job and they may have had a routine. He was already inserting himself into it so he didn't want to mess it up further. RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Cazan - 02.Jul.20 "You can start at her left shoulder, there and the base of her wings get really itchy. I'll start at her head." Cazan idly reached up to scratch at her own jaw again but stopped herself, instead taking the oil to her dragon to tend to the spot. Malvayth babbled on excitedly, "She's definitely excited, I'm just not sure if I'm excited or nervous. Probably both. Though I'm sure I'll get over it quickly enough." That and there was the added terror of going between that she was not looking forward to. Sure, every time she'd been with T'ryn he'd reassured her that nothing was going to happen, and that he had never personally seen a ghost dragon, rider, or otherwise. Cazan was still pretty sure she'd seen something on one of her trips through though. The dragon turned her head to peer excitedly at her new friend. RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Qu'va - 08.Jul.20 Quinvalis moved to his assigned spot and started working right away. He had never washed or oiled an entire dragon, only helping the rider, and he could only imagine how exhausting that task had to be. But he enjoyed the bit he was able to do, finding it calming even when the dragon or rider weren’t in talkative moods. He felt useful and simply enjoyed the task as it was, especially when he was on the mend. Lying around and being limited in what he could do for so long had sucked and he’d jumped at every opportunity he could to prove himself once more. “Maybe work your way up the spins,” Quinvalis laughed softly as he rubbed over what looked like a drier patch of hide. “You have to show Cazan everything from the most boring all the way up to the most fun. Doing it that way leaves her craving more and appreciating your skills more than she already does.” He knew a bit about Malvayth’s fits if she thought she was being made fun of or called stupid and while he didn’t think he’d said anything wrong, Quinvalis was still quick to explain why he found the idea amusing enough to chuckle and why the spins should wait. He blamed watching over R’nya’s daughters too much and learning how to delicately speak to them. “Me?” Quinvalis froze and stepped back so he could see the gold’s head since Cazan was on the other side of the dragon. He hadn’t expected to be offered a ride someday by the pair he’d known for less than an hour, especially not a gold. He smiled at the sweet dragon and decided Malvayth was very much like Halomirth with how kind and enthusiastic they both were. “I would like that. Thank you, Malvayth. Thank you, Cazan.” Although he wasn’t too sure about the idea of spinning in the air either. “And I guess I have. When I was younger and still living in Telgar Hold,” Quinvalis fell silent as he realised what he was saying and almost said, “I dreamt about flying a lot.” Okay, decent recovery, he decided though the pause would likely still give away something was up. But he couldn’t very well continue on with admitting the Weyrleader took him flying regularly when he was around visiting his mother. “Since being in the Weyr, I’ve been able to go on trips with the Weyrleader and F’drel and Halomirth have taken me on leisurely flights as well. I think you know them—well, Miri at least. I know she likes to visit your class when F’drel is visiting friends.” RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Cazan - 19.Jul.20 Cazan searched her memory of the various visitors her class had received. There were so many dragons and despite having one for months she still felt a bit of an outsider and tended to keep to herself, using the distractions to try to be productive. She thought she remembered the green dragon Quinvalis was referring to. "I think I've seen her around. I usually try to get some work done when we get visitors. Mal keeps growing so much and I have to keep remaking her straps that it feels like an endless task. Hopefully one day I'll be able to make something fun again." Hopefully she'd even be able to make something for her favorite model. She already had sketches for clothing designs that she could only imagine working on. She thought that would be that, but the dragon tilted her head thoughtfully for a moment. Her rider was already so clever, why did she need to go to class? "Huh," Cazan said almost absently as she paused in her oiling to consider. Golds were at the top of the dragon hierarchy after all, that was one of the lessons that she'd learned. She turned to Quinvalis and asked, "So, how would you feel about modeling a new leather vest or jacket? I know it's a bit of a weird question, I just want to make something." RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Qu'va - 26.Jul.20 Blissfully unaware of the private conversation being had, Quinvalis was left wondering where the idea for him to model came from. He assumed the pair had made the connection from Cazan liking to work with leather and needing a new project but why did she want to use him for it? Probably because he was the only one around to currently ask. “Um, sure? If you really need someone but I doubt I would be much help in showing off your work. I’m much better at blending into the background and try to avoid a lot of attention.” Actually, as he thought more about it, he knew he’d end up feeling guilty if she tried to show off her work and no one took any notice of it because of him. He didn’t have a lot of friends and he didn’t draw the eye like some did by simply entering a room. Though he would happily tell Rhaedalyn and R’nya about Cazan’s skills. If either one of them put in an order, that would certainly help out! He shuffled down another two steps to the next area, pausing long enough to get some more oil before getting back to work. “I’m sure you could find someone else that would be a better model but I’ll help you out where I can.” RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Cazan - 28.Jul.20 Quinvalis brought up a good point; he was no T'ryn, she probably wouldn't get as much attention for her work as she had with the pants. But was that a bad thing? The chance she'd taken on the bronzerider had proven to be very worthwhile, in more ways than one she had to admit, and she loved the praise and recognition her work had received. She could always wait for T'ryn's next visit, make sure she still had good measurements, and work on some new project with him. But then she'd have to wait. Right now all of her tools and supplies, or at least most of them, were still packed up from when T'ryn brought her things over from Ista Weyr. It would be nice to put more of her supplies and tools to use again. The gold dragon stretched out into a lazy sprawl, careful not to bump into either of the humans currently oiling her. RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Qu'va - 30.Jul.20 Quinvalis laughed softly to himself. 'You'll do' seemed like his life motto. Someone handy when needed. He supposed there were worse things out there and gave a shrug to the colour question. "Whatever colour you have available or think would suit me best will be fine." He really didn't want to impose further on Cazan. He'd already invited himself to help oil her dragon and now he was getting a vest. He definitely wasn't about to ask for anything specific, even with her asking. His mom would be appalled at his lack of manners as it was. At least his rudeness was over a chore he knew a lot of people dreaded or grew tired of depending on the size of the dragon. "How much larger do you think you'll get, Malvayth?" Quinvalis asked after she had settled herself again. She was already filling out nicely from her rather round beginning but he wasn't sure how much more she had to go. Some started to slow in their growth spurt before others or shoot up before their clutchmates. His guess was Malvayth still had a ways to go and maybe she would be around Aradissicath's size. But he wasn't skilled in such things and also wouldn't be surprised if Malvayth shot past that large size and set her own record and standard. Poor Cazan with how much bathing and oiling that would take! "Does it hurt when you have a growth spurt?" He added, thinking about the way the hide always itched for the young ones. He also recalled how his knees would sometimes hurt at night and his mom would say that was growing pains and give him a damp cloth to put on them to help relieve some of the pain. It never really helped, not like oil for the dragons. But he couldn't help wonder if their joints ached as they grew or maybe it wasn't that noticeable. RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Cazan - 30.Jul.20 Cazan was already going over patterns in her head as she kept her hands busy sliding the oil filled rag across Malvayth's hide and resoaking it as needed. At least things were going quickly with someone helping her out. At this rate she'd probably have time to do some of her ideas down on paper before it got too late. And her new model's measurements, she'd have to remember to get those. At least she had her measuring tape in her bag from working on riding straps. Malvayth was enjoying the extra attention, and she let out a soft rumble as she considered the question. RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Qu'va - 03.Aug.20 Quinvalis gave the pair a puzzled look, though neither would have seen it. Why would Cazan need a horse to be carried? Maybe that was how they were measuring weight and size in her class. Seemed a bit weird to him but what did he know? He wasn't the dragonrider or taking the classes so maybe it made sense with more context. But he did understand the desire to have a dragon stop growing. Not personally, but he'd seen enough people struggle with the size adjustment and simply gawked at the size of some of the adult dragons roaming around. "I'll be happy to help out any time I'm free," he offered, having heard a hint of relief in Cazan's statement of the oiling task moving along quicker than usual. "I'm glad that the pain seems to have mostly passed," he smiled as Malvayth turned her eye to him. He hadn't considered the pain in the wing joints but the swimming made sense. It would help build up strength when they flapped but also be a cooling relief for any aches that day. "I think I'm finally done growing. My mom said my dad was a bit under average in height and I'm at the age where humans usually stop growing so this is pretty much what I'm stuck with." His mom still looked younger than she was and he had apparently inherited that as well. One day he hoped to lose some of the youthfulness clinging to him but he also had a feeling he wouldn't be that lucky. "I do know some stories," Quinvalis took a moment to consider how many or how well he knew some as he oiled up his rag again. "I've heard many from Rhaedalyn and even Aradissicath. Aradissicath mostly tells them to young dragons but she sometimes lets some humans in on the fun and I take R'nya and Rhaedalyn's daughters to those. I wouldn't call myself an amazing storyteller so you might be disappointed if you ask me for one, though I'd do my best." RE: 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat - Cazan - 06.Aug.20 Cazan turned to Quinvalis to give him an honest smile. "You are more than welcome to help. Extra hands makes this go much faster, and Mal seems to like you well enough." The dragon gave a small nod in agreement. "Just because I miss Sprink doesn't mean that I think she's more fun to ride than you. Though she is faster on the ground and easier to maneuver." Cazan reached down to give Mal a fond pat; this wasn't the first time they'd talked about her horse and she knew the dragon was occasionally worried that she liked her horse more than her dragon. She smiled and added, "Also she can't talk to me like you can, so really you win." Once the excited bit of babble had finished, Cazan turned to Quinvalis. "You don't have to if you don't want to, you've already done so much to help. Just make sure I get your measurements before you go." |