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742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling - V'lis - 14.Feb.21
"Pharalth, just calm down-"
The brown growled, his own anger being fueled further by his rider's mood, his tail twitching hard enough that it smacked V'lis in his bandaged chest, making the man cough and wince from the pain shooting from a broken rib. That immediately made the brown shrink down apologetically, his gravelly voice softer but still irritated.
"Okay, okay. Just... come on. You'd going to have to get used to be inside eventually you know." V'lis stood up, grabbing a blanket as he shuffled outside, finding a nice spot that wasn't too wet with snow right by the door so he could sit down and wrap himself up. At least the sun was out and shining for the moment so that he could feel a little warm as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Pharalth tromped around in a tight circle before settling down next to his boy, the single bit of safe closeness in existance, face lifted to the sun as he closed his eyes and basked in its comforting warmth. This was much more like it, sure there was a wall a bit too nearby, but at least he had the sky overhead to keep him from feeling too cramped. The soft crunch of footsteps ruined the mood though and he cracked open an eye to glare at the intruder, letting out a soft hiss to warn them not to get too close. "Pharalth," said V'lis without even bothering to open his eyes as he sighed wearily. "If you want to be outside you have to tolerate other people being outside too. Otherwise we'll have to go inside."
RE: 742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling - Zahrah - 14.Feb.21
"I noticed you were outside. Sedath decided she wanted a tour at the last minute so here we are," Zahrah offered with a wry smile, her arms full of warm furs. "I went to get you more furs and another pillow. You should be warmer with more of this, I think. V'lis, right? I'm Zahrah and this is my lifemate, Sedath."
RE: 742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling - V'lis - 14.Feb.21
With a weary sigh V'lis cracked open his eyes to glare at the woman with her pile of furs. "Yeah, I'm V'lis now," he said dryly, still getting used to the name. At least it wasn't too different, though he wasn't sure what was wrong with Corv. The little dragon snapped at the thought,
He hissed again, glowering at Sedath as he got up and moved further away, still trying to be somewhat close to his rider but preferring to be away from the strangers than close to him.
RE: 742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling - Zahrah - 14.Feb.21
"Sorry," Zahrah murmured, "only trying to help."
She set the blankets down gently and made sure the pillow didn't get wet or anything. If he wanted to be surly, well, he'd just been through Impression. She supposed he had a right to it.
Zahrah retreated, her fingers brushing her dragon's head gently.
"Come on then, Sedath. We're not wanted, here. It's alright, not everyone is suited to company," Zahrah said gently.
"Not everyone appreciates help, even if it makes things a little better for a while. Don't stress over it, too much."
"Sleep well and warm when you do, V'lis. We won't take up any more of your time," she said quietly. Goodness, though, maybe it was just the hatching or maybe not but V'lis wasn't endearing himself to anything by being a butt. Then again, this was the angry brown, she remembered. And he was still angry it seemed, about everything.
RE: 742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling - V'lis - 15.Feb.21
V'lis had spent years training dogs before this, he knew better than to let unchecked aggression slide. He snapped his fingers as he sharply scolded in a voice far more commanding than his sleep deprived state should have allowed, "Ep! No! Down!" Pharalth was so startled that he turned to his glare on his rider, remaining silent for the moment. He could have words when the terrible rude strangers had left. When the woman spoke again he groaned, rolling his eyes. "Fucking shards, just go if you're going to!"
Pharalth waited until they had started to leave before turning his attention back to V'lis, gently head butting him in the shoulder.
RE: 742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling - Zahrah - 15.Feb.21
They were already walking away when V'lis groaned at them to leave, so Zahrah ignored him and the very angry, angry brown. They'd walk around some more, maybe, and then rest. At least she knew that the furs were being used and that he'd be warmer no matter how it might have looked from any one perspective. Sedath was just irritated and surprised and a bit pissed off.
"I don't think he hates you. I think there's probably a great deal going on right now and things are complicated but we deal with things bravely because we can. It's expected for a gold to be both brave and compassionate to everyone, which means you and I both are going to have to figure out how to tone your mouth down. Even when you are angry about something, little one, you must act in a manner befitting a lady and not let everything out," she said in a very low voice.
Oh no, now she was seething and delicately punctuating thoughts with stomping.
"I meant," Zahrah said quietly as they worked their way back into the barracks, "that you should choose your words carefully."
"Sweet girl," Zarah said gently. "You did nothing wrong. All you need is more of life so that you may understand it. You aren't very old right now, it's been hours. I promise, you will understand one day soon. And I will help you. I'm sure all of your clutchmates will be learning how this world works, too, in their own unique ways."
RE: 742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling - Zh'yan - 15.Feb.21
“Present for you,” Zh’yan said, setting the bucket of oil down next to V’lis, whose eyes were closed, and Pharalth, whose eyes were also closed. Teraseth padded rather quietly behind him—certainly more quietly than many of his clutchmates—and settled a few feet away to stare at Pharalth. “Weyrlingmaster says if you’re gonna stay in the cold this long you have to oil him again. Says if he finds any cracking hide on Pharalth he’ll—something or other, I don’t remember. Just letting you know.”
Zh’yan didn’t care if V’lis—he only remembered the name because the Weyrlingmaster had just said it to him—got in trouble over it. He supposed he cared a little about the little dragon, cause he was just a baby, but Pharalth was also loud and annoying. If he had a rider who would let his hide get flaky from the cold that was his own bad choice, wasn’t it.
Teraseth cocked his head, considering. He supposed that was logical. Zh’yan wouldn’t do that to him, because he’d made a good choice, but maybe Pharalth didn’t. Teraseth considered him more intensely.
RE: 742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling - V'lis - 15.Feb.21
Another interruption, and right when he'd started to doze off. V'lis was so close to telling the other man to fuck off when he mentioned the Weyrlingmaster. He grumbled as he cracked his neck and stretched before opening his eyes and glaring at the bucket. "Ugh, fine. He's probably about due. Pharalth. Come on."
The sleepy brown cracked open his eyes and started slightly, puffing up and tensing as he glared at Tereseth. He gave the blue a tiny hiss as he eyed him, but after a moment of silence he settled back down and turned to crawl a bit closer to his boy. V'lis eyed the other dragonet for a moment before he started to slather oil onto Pharalth's hide with a rag. "Must be nice having a quiet one. Though Pharalth's not too bad when he's left alone."
The brown let out a grumble but stayed silent as he closed his eyes again, enjoying the soothing oil soaking into his hide. So far his brother seemed tolerable enough with how quiet he was, still a little close for his tastes but not nearly as insufferable as his sister had been. But what if he tried to get closer? Pharalth cracked one eye open so he could remain vigilant while he was oiled.
RE: 742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling - Zh'yan - 16.Feb.21
Being hissed at made Teraseth’s eyes widen slightly, but he remained where he was, and kept watching Pharalth. His brother was interesting, if fussy.
“I guess,” Zh’yan said, half shrugging and looking over at Teraseth. “You don’t think he’s too quiet?” Not that Teraseth was silent; Zh’yan could feel him, could feel his curiosity towards Pharalth and V’lis, could feel just the bare edges of hunger at the edge of his consciousness—he’d probably see about getting Teraseth fed again after he’d finished this conversation, as much as it could be called one—but he didn’t actively communicate as much as some of the other dragonets did.
Not that he actually thought there was anything wrong with Teraseth, just that maybe he was a little odd. He hadn’t been at the Weyrs long, but he was getting the impression (hah) that all dragons were a little odd.
RE: 742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling - V'lis - 16.Feb.21
"Nah, not too quiet," said V'lis as he gently maneuvered Pharalth to keep oiling him. "Some people just like to watch things." He glanced over at the blue and saw that he was just staring at his brother and nodded. "And... uh... looks like he's got that part down at least." And much more pleasantly, Pharalth was also being quiet, though he wasn't sure if the brown was just a combination of too sleepy and not agitated enough, or if he was trying to earn the same praise that his brother had for being quiet.
"You don't have to worry about him, he doesn't look like he's getting any closer," V'lis said with a sigh.