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A Hard Day's Night [T'bia] - Firah - 23.Dec.13
He was edgy. Not the sort of edgy that came from fear, or nerves, but the edgy that came from a near constant annoyance. Okalinath's latest clutch was due to hatch and Firah was not looking forward to spending a numerous amount of hours in a muggy cavern watching Dragons hatch and not getting picked. Not that he wanted to be picked mind you, but still, being passed over for anything never produced a proud emotion in him. Often he was relieved that the hatchlings decided to pick people other than himself, most of them wanted to be there and would excel at being a Rider, while he on the other hand would probably fuck the whole thing up and end up dying in some strange and inconceivable way. That was unfortunately an apt description of his type of luck for he was only ever on the positive receiving end when it came to what he did best. Surely, with his luck he'd Impress a Bronze if he Impressed at all. Firah shuddered at the thought. Impressing a Bronze would be his worst nightmare come true. He did not want any of the responsibility that came with Impressing one or the mere fact of notability he'd receive by simply existing as a Bronzerider.
The russet and white colored blob of fur that was sleeping in his lap stirred, drawing Firah's attention from his inner thoughts to the awakening creature. Using the ends of his fingers to give the canine a good itch on the back of it's neck, the Beastcrafter couldn't help but smile. It had been a long few months but he'd finally gotten Kymi trained in both hunting and herding. She'd proven herself to be adaptable to either environment and seemed to be content with the work he'd been putting her through, she even seemed to enjoy or at least he thought she did. Usually a wagging tail meant Kymi was a happy pup. Today was their day off and they had little to do in the way of entertainment, so a trip down to the gather grounds to nap and play had been the best idea Firah was able to come up with.
As the canine untangled herself from his legs he rummaged around the sack he'd brought, quickly finding the sand packed leather ball he'd been looking for. The appearance of the ball was greeted with a yip from Kymi, it was obvious that she was in a mood to play after her nap. Sitting up a bit more straight, Firah retracted his arm then threw the ball, watching it as it arched away from him with a small dog in pursuit. While the Weyr had one or two canines he'd trained for them as far as using as his own companions, Kymi was by far his favorite. Grimacing as the canine nearly missed plowing into another person, the Beastcrafter put his hand up in an apologetic manner.
Re: A Hard Day's Night [T'bia] - T'bia - 27.Dec.13
T’bia was not prone to watching where he was walking. Quite the contrary, of late, as the young man was far more interested in fingering his newly won bluerider knots, and making sure they sat flat… or that they were even still there! The first few days, T’bia had even awoken from nightmares wherein his knots had been taken back by scary faced B’jin, or a raging R’nd, and even once, he’d had a nightmare that the Weyrleader had come marching in and raved about how real riders were everything T’bia wasn’t. He had cried for hours! It had taken all of Jycenth’s calming influence and quiet wisdom to calm his poor, distressed rider down that morning.
Presently, however, T’bia was babbling aloud and quite happily to his dragon – the blue being some distance away, and mostly asleep on a roof top – making the youngster look more than a small amount insane as he petted his knots and nearly skipped along. Not that T’bia knew – in the slightest – that he looked insane. Unfortunately, his mindless babble, his distracted nature, and the fact that he never looked where he was going, were all ingredients for disaster all by themselves. That, of course, was without adding in a bouncing pup and a tumbling ball!
T’bia was quite literally taken by surprise, when the pup nearly ran into him; the sudden appearance of the little canine caused the boy to squeal, an alarming sound and not at all masculine, and bounce backwards. Naturally, with T’bia being T’bia, the boy tripped over his own feet, and landed with a splat on his arse on the damp, muddy ground. Huge eyes stared at the young dog, as the creature picked up its ball. T’bia blinked several times, his shell shocked face turning to see the man sitting not far away, who (in T’bia’s opinion) looked far too amused by the whole thing. A sulky pout formed on the teen’s full lips.
“Hello!”
This post is extremely awkward. It's almost 2am and I haven't played T'bia nearly enough to know him yet. Please excuse the weird; he should smooth out soon. I hope :| lol. I assumed the pup came back to sniff at him, but let me know if you would like me to change anything :)
Re: A Hard Day's Night [T'bia] - Firah - 28.Dec.13
As the man fell back with a strange noise Firah couldn't help but smile. Kymi wasn't the biggest canine around, only coming up to about his knee, so to be surprised by her was a spectacle indeed. Well he'd better go apologize. The Beastcrafter stood with a soft sigh and started to meander over to the guy watching as Kymi bounced around him eagerly. The canine was more than happy to but her head against the offered fingers with a bark. She bounded over to her ball and retrieved it for the man, dropping it ceremoniously into his lap with expectant eyes. Despite making funny noises the human didn't look like he was aggressive, so obviously it meant that he was going to throw the ball for her.
"You can pet her if you want. She's friendly." The guy looked pretty young, maybe one of the teens that had been moved to the Southern continent with the Riders? Firah flashed the boy a smile and began to offer the boy a hand to help him up, until he noticed the knots on the boy's shirt. While it didn't stop him from continuing to offer aid to the boy, it did cause a noticeable hesitation in his movement. Even his smile dropped a level of pleasantry. Weyrling Bluerider huh? They Impressed them early didn't they? He could not fault the boy for becoming a Weyrling but still it didn't change the fact that the kid was now a Dragonrider. In training or no. "Yeah anyway, sorry about that. Should'a looked around where I was aiming. You're not hurt, are you?" He asked a little gruffly. Though he may dislike Dragonriders on principle Firah wasn't one to leave someone if they'd been hurt. Especially if they'd been injured due to his own negligence.
Not one to be ignored Kymi pranced around Firah's feet in a constant circle, yipping occasionally to remind him that she was there. It was time to play after all. He should pay attention to her. He should also get the ball and throw it if the other human wasn't going to throw it for her. Switching her attention to the other male she broke from her circle to prance around him. She didn't care who did it but somebody needed to throw the ball for her right now!
Re: A Hard Day's Night [T'bia] - T'bia - 29.Dec.13
T’bia giggled happily as the canine shoved her head under his fingers, more than happy to gleefully pet the little creature. Her bark, however, startled him; T’bia withdrew his hand swiftly, watching her with wary blue eyes for several moments before the dog bounded off, and the boy blinked his eyes rapidly. His head jerked back somewhat when his lap was suddenly home to a ball. He stared back at Kymi, utterly lost and wondering what it was she wanted from him.
The voice of Firah took T’bia by surprise once more, and his attention jerked sideways and up, to peer at the suddenly very close man with surprise. “Hello!” The teen’s greeting was enthusiastic and bright, and he reached for the hand that was extended to him without noticing the way Firah’s enthusiasm faltered when the boy’s rider knots were seen.
“She is?” T’bia turned wide eyes upon the man that was walking towards him, having rather rapidly retracted his hand from anywhere near the dog when she’d barked at him, to be followed by a slobbery ball being dropped in his lap. T’bia wasn’t quite sure what he made of that! At least Jycenth didn’t drool on him!
“Oh, no! It’s okay! I’m fine! It’s a girl? She’s strange, isn’t she? What’s her name? Did she name herself? Does she talk to you like dragons? Or is she like a firelizard?” Huge blue eyes accompanied the stream of questions, the words wandering into each other and slurring a little in T’bia’s excitement as his attention wove from man to dog and back again. “What’s she doing? Why does she do that? Is that like when dragons make noises? Does she have a mate? How old is she? Wha-“ T’bia realised he was babbling, rather suddenly, and his mouth snapped shut with an audible clip of teeth knocking against one another and his face went hot red, starting below his collar and shooting upwards to his dark hair. His gaze dropped uncomfortably and he wriggled a little where he was standing, but he didn’t say anything further.
Re: A Hard Day's Night [T'bia] - Firah - 29.Dec.13
Once he'd helped the boy to his feet Firah crossed his arms along his chest and watched as the canine preformed her eager prancing. But it was T'bia's sudden explosion of questions that drew his gaze back to the boy. The expression that slowly grew across his face was akin to finding out the boy had two heads or something else equally as strange. Was he being serious? While Firah had been around Katila for a few turns now he had never run into someone who didn't know the mere basics of what a canine was. Then again he tended not to socialize with many people and most of those he did befriend were either Katilans old enough to know what a Canine was or his fellow Stolen. Needless to say the boy's naivety took him by surprise. Shocked as he was Firah stood quietly staring at the boy for a few moments, working out exactly how to deal with him.
"Uh... Well, lets see." He began, trying to recall what the boy had asked him. "Her name is Kymi and she's two turns old, and I named her. Canines don't Impress like Dragons or Firelizards do, they aren't as intelligent either. There is no... how would you say it... deep connection? So you can't hear them and they can't hear you. Most of the time you've got to guess what they want, but the longer you live with them and the more you train them the easier it is for both human and canine to understand each other. Canines are just animals." With a glance at Kymi he whistled the command for retrieve and was quickly rewarded with the ball being dropped into is out stretched hand.
"What she was doing was trying to get your attention because she wanted you to throw the ball for her. Like this. Ready Kymi?" Pivoting so that he was facing away from T'bia, the Beastcrafter threw the ball with some force behind it. He glanced over his shoulder. "Never met a 'rider who didn't know what a canine was. You guys have plenty of them running about the Weyr since Terken breeds them."
Re: A Hard Day's Night [T'bia] - T'bia - 12.Jan.14
“I know what they are,” T’bia pouted, frowning at Firah and scuffing the toe of his right boot against the ground. Sad blue eyes dropped to the ground as he refused to look at the beastcrafter for several moments. When he spoke again, he did so without looking at Firah. “I’ve never been near one.” The words were sulky and mumbled, and he cast a swift glance at the other before fretting his hands together uncomfortably. He had screwed up, again! How was he supposed to know the answers to his questions, if he did not ask them? Did asking questions really make him such a dimglow?
Squatting, T’bia held his hands out to her, and was rewarded with a drool soaked ball in his hands. The boy’s entire face crumpled in disgust, but he laughed as he held it up between ginger fingertips. “So gross!” Laughter was in his voice and he gave the ball a particularly pathetic throw to send the mutt off and chasing it again. Dropping back to the ground, he wiped his hands on the grass. “Did you train her?” Wide eyes turned back to Firah, and T’bia slowly stood back up again, dusting his damp hands on his pant legs.
Re: A Hard Day's Night [T'bia] - Record Keeper - 04.Jul.14
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