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Jazz stomped her through the halls and into the dining hall, her face contorted with anger. If the rumours she heard were true, someone was going to lose thier balls. And not in a nice way.

Ever since she had arrived her, she had been an emotional jack in the box. Happy with the situation one moment and steaming the next. This also meant she was under punishment as well due to her 'hit first, ask questions later' attitude. With knuckles now grazed, swollen, red and sore, she kinda worked out that although hitting people worked for getting rid of them quickly, it wasn't doing her 'delicate' hands any good. With so much anger built up, it was a surprisingly fact that she still lived.

Impression... had been a dream. One she now thought to be impossible. With so much anger, she had told that she would not do any dragon good and part of her wondered. She had missed the hatching on purpose as those words sturck a far more painful area than she had let on at the time. Perhaps one day she would make that little cretin eat his words but for now, she would content herself with tearing a breedroll to shreds then chomping down on its exposed dough innerds with alarming violence.

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If Jazira did not notice a presence behind her immediately, said presence would make itself more aware within the next few moments. A very young green dragonet had pried herself away from her bonded's side, sitting behind Jazira with wicked pleasure. The green did not move, did not blink, and certainly tried to give no other indication as to her presence. Charath was absolutely fixated on Jazira. The young woman had attracted her attention immediately with how she had stormed into the dining hall. She was familiar with anger, given who her bonded was, but likely not the level of anger Jazira was feeling. So, Charath was happily up to her tricks. After a few silent seconds had lingered by, Charath released the breath she had been holding back, whistling against the back of Jazira's head.

Oh ho ho! This is going to be the best! she told her bonded, who was seated across the dining hall, busy talking to some person Charath didn't care for.

A few more seconds passed, and then it came.

"FOR FARANTH'S SAKE CHARATH." Erisi was not the type of person to yell, or raise his voice unless extremely upset. However, since acquiring Charath, he had honed his ability to yell at his dragonet because, well, she needed it. Charath was constantly getting into trouble, constantly playing tricks on some poor fool or another. In actuality, Erisi cared less that she was trying to mess with Jazira, and more that she had somehow managed to slip out of his eyesight. He hadn't even heard the wicked thoughts whirling in her demented dragonet mind.

Let me enjoy this, please!

Erisi stopped yelling. In fact, he didn't say anything at all, deciding to let Charath have her way before he embarrassed himself over yelling at her again.

As if her day was not bad enough. Jazz has sensed someone behind her and only when she heard did she turn just as this dragonet blew into her fae, causing loose strands of hair to be blown in her face. The strads ended up catching her eyes, earning a hiss as she carefully removed the delicate strands from between firmly closed eyelashes.

With a sniff of pure disapproval, she focused a dark glare onto the annoying little green FLIT that called itself a dragon. with her eyes narrowing, her left cheek twitching like mad, she had an expression that would a crying weyrbrat into silence from pure fear.

"Listen little Dragon. I am having a really bad day. Do Not Annoy Me." She all but hissed venomously, leaning down so her face was inches from the green's snout before she turned back to her food, her shoulders tensing as her temper flared nastily beneath the surface. she really didn't want to hurt the little dragon, afterall mischievousiness was allowed, but it wasn't the dragon's fault that Jazz was angry. However... she cast a look over her shoulder, searching for its rider. If she spotted the little green's rider, he would soon be regretting letting his little dragon irriate her. Now was the little wherry hiding?

Charath had yet to deal with her antics earning an angry response from someone. She released an alarmed squawk, eyes flashing yellow briefly as Jazira leaned down to talk into her face. What is her problem? No wonder none of my siblings wanted her. She smells like Veeth. I really don't like Veeth. Before Erisi could even respond to the suddenly sketchy situation, Charath took things into her own claws. She really did not appreciate being threatened, not when she was only trying to have fun! The only serious person she liked was Erisi, and this girl had something stuck up her butt. Charath cast a curious glance to Jazira's rear, as if to try and determine if something was stuck up it.

Realizing that there was nothing there, she assumed Jazira had no reason to be so upset. So, she took a chance and leaned up onto her back legs for a few seconds, and blew into Jazira's head again.

The next thing anyone knew was that Charath was whipping herself away, running down to the other side of the dining room  to hide herself behind her bonded's legs. TAKE THAT! HAH. IN YOUR FACE. That will teach you! Charath trumpeted, poking her head up over the table to eye Jazira wickedly. Okay, so it was still a game to the green dragonet, and she assumed her bonded was capable of protecting her from any person.

"Charath." Erisi murmured his dragonet's name after swallowing a bite of meat pie. "Are you okay?" What was this? Concern? Erisi was no dimglow - he knew Charath had just tried to tangle with someone who was too much for her to handle. He was relieved, really, that she had come back to his side when she realized she was in over her head. He was willing to let his dragonet's actions slide because he loved her, but one look down the hall to Jazira warned the woman to keep her distance. Erisi was rarely physically confrontational, but he would not put up with his dragonet being threatened.

As another gush of wind hit the back of her head, her plate hit the table with alarmingly force, shattering into pieces. Was the whole world trying to piss her off?! Okay, so her words towards where less than friendly but little green THING deserved it! Anyone could tell she was having a bad day and this little THING had come up make things worse! Lifting her hand, gazed at her palm. Great. The little dragon had annoyed her so much, she broke her plate and now there was a bleeding cut in her palm. Quite how she managed to get the cut she didn't know but her gaze followed the little dragon to its rider.

A deathly glare landed on the young male. She was silently daring him to come over. Rolling her shoulders and dropping her head just enough to keep her neck safe, she stared at him with the hated she could muster plus if he decided to come over, she could be on her feet in seconds. She drawled enough in her time to keep herself on guard. If looks could kill, Ersi would be in flames. Her day just got worse and worse. If only her parents were alive, maybe she wouldn't be so bitter and angry at the world. If only.

How she wanted to jump up and punch the smug rider straight in the face, but she was only on her final warning, after taking a swing at another candidate. Not to mention when she hissed at the dragon, those claws looked downright nasty. Providing the little thing didn't try to annoy her, there would be no further issue. With a heavy sign, she shoved the pieces of her plate out of her arms way, picking at the breadroll in her uninjuried hand. Now with only the piece bread left soaked red, she dumped it down and rested her head in her arms. She was sick to death of everything. She hated the Weyr, she hated the people and right now she hated the dragons. Okay so the green was pretty but if it did that again, Jazz wasn't sure she'd be able to hold back the raging fires of her temper as it burned and strained her fragile control. She'd rather not be dragon dung duty for getting into a scrap again.

Just for good measure set him another glare, this time it held a silent warning. 'Keep the dragon from annoying me and we won't have a problem.' Were her thoughts, although she highly doubted he'd be able to read, maybe that annoying little green would 'hear' her thoughts instead.

At some point, she'd like to ride a dragon... just not when she was in a bad mood. Any other day and she'd have laughed off the dragon's antics. Today... just a bad choice.

"Don't go over there again, Charath." Erisi told his green dragonet with waning patience. He would physically wrestle with her to keep her from getting close to Jazira again. Erisi could understand that anger - he was still upset at the Weyr even after Impressing, but rarely had he ever been pushed to act on his anger. The one time he did, he had been saddled with cleaning a dragon and doing laps around the Gather Square. Erisi had learned from that point on that he could be angry, and he could say nearly anything he wanted, but turning to actual violence would get him into serious shit with the Weyrleader. They had enough unpleasant run-ins that Erisi was trying to avoid making future ones.

I wasn't even thinking about it!

"You were," Erisi answer, voice deadpanned.

Since Charath was apparently banned from messing with Jazira again, she put her front legs into Erisi's lap, safe within the confines of her bonded's arms and trumpeted. She was young and small still, but the sounded resonated nicely within the dining hall. It was a victory cry! It was also a dare, since apparently she now realized she could get away with messing with Jazira. The woman had done nothing to actually harm her, so it was likely that Jazira would never take action against her! At least, that was Charath's thought process. Her eyes were blue-green with pleasure, and Erisi could feel the smile that Charath's face wasn't capable of forming.

Charath did not make the habit of listening in on other people, mostly because she found them uninteresting. No one was as entertaining as Erisi, after all. So, she had no idea what thoughts were swirling in Jazira's mind. However, the woman's feelings positively radiated off of her. You are nothing! I am everything! I am CHARATH! she creeled excitedly, unintentionally broadcasting those thoughts to the entire room.

Erisi hid his face in his hands in embarrassment. "Really? Leave it alone."

AS Jazz sat there and pondered over her own flaming temper, her ill tempered gaze still glaring down at Eris, who in fact was completely innocent of any wrongdoing. But in her eyes, he could control that dragon of his better, there for the little dragon wouldn't have gotten alarmed and her temper may subsided. But instead, the cry from the little green, caused her to jump and she stared wide eyed across the dining hall at the pair. Then a smile cracked onot her lips and grew until she laughed. A soft velvety laughter spilled forth from soft rose colored lips.

If she were nothing, she wouldn't have been stolen right? She wouldn't have nearly walked the tables twice in her six years of healing training. The mere thought of it was hilarious. When she finally stopped, she breathed deeply. The anger was dimished, at least for now. The sting in her palm however brought her back from the giddy giggling fit she struggled to contain. Critical eyes moved across the cut. It wasn't deep nor would it be difficult to sort. She was hardy. digging through her pockets, she pulled out a thin wap of bandage and lopped around her palm after grabbing a cup of hot water. Okay so hot water cleaning wasn't greatest idea but at least it cleaned suitably for now. Expertly she wrapped up her palm. Okay she owed the annoying little beast a thank you for the laugh. But if anything in her eyes that evened it. The little dragon had annoyed and made things up by getting her to laugh. Even stephens.

Only a twinkle of amusement now lurked in Jazz's dark eyes, aww poor sod. He was embarassed. His own fault for impressing. Slowly she moved ot her feet and moved across the dining hall smoothly, each step holding an almost predatory strain before she stopped by the vat of bubbling klah and got herself a drink. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad right? She had heard plenty of people laughing and joking around... it couldn't be all bad... right?

I'shan burst into the dining hall like a miniature whirlwind of exuberance, his dark hair messy and his eyes bright with contentment. It was an excellent day to be a Katilan! He waved a couple offhanded greetings to passers-by as he meandered lazily towards the tables, lined as always with all manner of delicious food. The kitchen was a little overtaxed today, of course. Out in the square, the hatching feast was being prepared!

Be wary, your nemesis lurks close by Ilveriath said with warm amusement. And this time, he has an accomplice

I'shan's eyes flashed across the room and fell on Erisi. Ah yes...the little wherry had managed to Impress a green. Ilveriath pegged Erisi as a greenrider from the get-go, and even though I'shan had no love for the cantankerous youth, he was happy to see new Impressions.

The tingle of mischievousness danced in I'shan's mind. He smirked and, head held high and posture fluidly flawless, he started to slink towards Erisi and his company; a young lady from the looks of it.

"Good afternoon," I'shan purred insufferably, his eyes widening in that knowing way when he went into a situation that he knew might be trouble. Ilveriath didn't bother to caution him; things hadn't gotten hot yet.

The girl was absolutely crazy. The glow in her head had been knocked around for a few times before it only lit sporadically at best. It was a good thing he had kept Charath by her side, because that Candidate was likely to flip back to being angry any second. While Erisi took a certain amount of offense to how Jazira had treated his dragonet, he figured the best way to look out for Charath was by not inciting a fight. The Weyrleader probably wouldn't tolerate Erisi getting into another fight, even as a new Weyrling, probably especially as a new Weyrling. So, he curbed his vile temper for now, and even though the girl was laughing he was giving her a stern, unimpressed look.

It seemed as if his day was only going to get better. Oh, by 'better' he meant 'worse'. He recognized the voice, and he wondered why in Faranth's name I'shan was bothering to pester him. His gaze whipped over to the Searchrider, blue eyes narrowing with distrust. Given their past grievances, Erisi was probably correct to be on his guard. I'shan was the man who Searched him, and more importantly, who Erisi did lose his temper with and punch. That had landed him with laps around the Weyrbowl and the enjoyable task of holding I'shan's dick up to make it look bigger for a day.

Charath sensed her bonded's displeasure, but after her dangerous prank on Jazira, she was looking for new bait. I'shan would serve her purposes just well. As the bluerider began to make his way over to the pair, she froze, head facing his direction, gaze locked onto him. She did not blink, and for all appearances, it didn't even look like she was breathing. Erisi groaned softly, wondering who would be the first person to suspect that something was seriously wrong with his dragonet. "What do you want?" Erisi answered gruffly - in no mood to entertain I'shan's whims.

Don't you dare give away my ploy.

Erisi rolled his eyes.

Jazz sighed heavily, hands cradling the warm mug, savouring the heat that seeped through her hands. Having gotten over her rather random fit of laughter instead of coming out of her shell even more, she seemed to shrink back into her shell, her back hunching seemingly drawing herself inward as she movedback to her table, a fingertip trialing the edge fo her mug. Was she going mad? She could blink as faded images rose up before her eyes... familiar faces warm with affection... Her vision blurred. Her family... She shook her head vigourously but nothing cleared the images. She tried closing her eyes, gripping hr head, fingers gripping clumps of hair as she tried to push the images away. With nothing more than a growl, her now empty mug was thrown from the table and she swore violently at the now shattered remains.

Kneeling down, she rubbed her hand over her face before picking up each piece of the broken mug, ignoring as the pieces sliced into her fingers. As each piece bit into her skin, the images haunting her faded but still her vision blurred. Part of her thought... was she crying? No.. she hadn't cried for years, she was beyond that emotion... that need to release the pressure. Her release was pummel someone into the floor and leave them in a bloodied mess. She wasn't human enough to cry anymore.

[[sorry muse is low!]]

"It congratulate you on your Impression," I'shan said simply, his voice oddly friendly, all things considered. Ilveriath projected a non-invasive greeting to the little green, but he neither bespoke her nor interfered with her plans. He figured it would be awfully funny if the little green managed to get a rise out of his rider. Erisi could use an equalizing force in their war. Ilveriath would always be on I'shan's side, of course, but the blue had a bit of sympathy for the kid. Searching was unpleasant, and Ilveriath suspected that a lot of I'shan's desire to harass the kid was a subconscious desire to punish him for making I'shan feel so bad about the whole process.

I'shan was busy watching Charath. She was so still! It was weird. Curious, the bluerider leaned forward and looked at her, staring wide-eyed in what appeared to be an effort to outlast her.

Ilveriath might have made a sarcastic observation under more normal circumstances, but Jjazira had caught his attention. He could see her plainly through the corner of his bonded's eyes. The dragon hummed thoughtfully. She is hurting herself he observed. A search dragon himself, the blue allowed his consciousness to creep close to the girl in an effort to understand why a different search dragon had chosen her. She seemed troubled.

I'shan was uninterested in Ilveriath's project and continued staring at Charath. Ilveriath decided, since he'd gotten no response from I'shan, to handle things himself.

Hello he said pleasantly to Jazira, keeping his feelings on the matter to himself as he examined her from a distance. He hardly expected a positive response, if at at all. The girl was already giving Erisi a hard time when his bonded arrived, and her behavior...something was off. To Ilveriath, it was partially concern but primarily curiosity. What had driven another dragon to choose her? He would have to wait and see what she revealed, either that or go spelunking unwanted in her mind!

Perhaps he would find something intriguing. That would be good; otherwise, the day had been terribly boring.

Jazz was so focused on the pieces of the mug, she didn't even notice the whirlwind of the bluerider entering the dining hall. With his words catching her off guard, she sat up right sharply, for a brief moment her glare focused on him with all the intensity of a wild fire. However realising he wasn't the one whom annoyed her, she turned her gaze away.

"Afternoon." She muttered, her voice still low and gravelly from her anger still burned beneath the surface. Tossing the broken mug pieces into the bin, she cleaned her hands, pausing only to cover the injuries with some thin gauze. The expression he wore however set her right on edge. He was up to something. Squaring off her shoulders, narrowing her eyes, and straightening her back told everyone she was ready to kick some ass should she need to. Hell, she had failed ot walkt he tables due to her temper and being stolen did little to improve it, so she may as well make everyone suffer for it, at least whilst she was in a bad mood.