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02, 07, 11 - Semath of L'gan
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04, 10 - Tiath of V'lia
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08 - Siolilth of J'shom

[G] [P] 743.05.23 | All Eyes On You
Early-Afternoon | B'jin

Bronze Pardrith

Date of Birth
09.07.726, 17
Height
5'7"
Eyes
Brown
Build
Lithe
Hair
Curly dark brown to black

Threads
15
Posts
104

Written By: vet
#1
It was a lot to take in. Chironhes had made quite a first impression: vomiting as soon as he was on the ground, earning at least one healer's ire after jerking away at the S'far's mention of him staying at the Weyr with the distinct impression left that it was not just for healing, staring for too long at the dragons everywhere, and just being generally unfamiliar with...everything. The freckled boy had thought himself an oddity back at Lemos Hold. With how he seemed to be regarded now, Chir thought he'd perhaps sprouted a second head somewhere along that darkness they'd flown. What had S'far called it? Between? Somewhere between Lemos and...wherever this was.

At least the food wasn't different. Well, not all of it. To be honest, quite a bit of it was dressed up fancier than anything he'd seen before. Granted, he was used to spitting his own kills and fletching arrows to the sound of fat dripping into a campfire. Peeling pieces off a fresh kill had a different feel to it than using utensils to flick weird groupings of plants off a slab of wherry steak drizzled in some sauce. Even more so when he was forced to do so with his non-dominant hand.

Chir's right arm remained bandaged, the sling fashioned to keep the healing limb trapped close to his chest to prevent excessive motion from re-opening the stitches along his shoulder. Other than the bandages around his middle, there was little to be done to prevent him from overstretching his left side where his more severe injuries lay. With a healthy slathering of numbroot applied beneath the bandages, he couldn't even feel the area anymore.

Unable to voice any protest when S'far suddenly excused himself and abandoned the freckled teen at the dining tables to fend for himself, Chir scowled into his meal and struggled to slice another piece of wherry steak with just the fork he could manage. It'd be nice to not have so many stares on him so he could just pick it up and bite a piece off with his teeth without looking like some barbarian. Frustrated, he pushed the plate away despite his hunger while trying to mentally plot his way back home.

Stealing a dragon was out of the realm of possibilities. Not because he knew anything about the bonds they shared with their riders, but simply because he didn't imagine he could manage the straps S'far had used to get him here. Which left finding a runnerbeast. Or walking. And additionally required him to know where in Pern he'd even been brought. Taken? Rescued? He still couldn't decide.

He was in the process of deliberating his admittedly limited options when another strode into the dining hall, aiming for him. Warily, Chir glanced back for S'far. Even if he was still uncertain about the dragon rider's intentions, the boy had long ago learned 'better the devil you know.' But the man was still nowhere in sight, leaving the boy to the scrutiny of another.
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Green Larrikith

Date of Birth
23.06.683 AL, 60
Height
5'9
Eyes
Brown
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Sturdy, softly fit
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Blonde, Silver

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Written By: ThistleProse
#2
B’jin eyed the flitter that had just popped into existence in the middle of the living room with irritation. He didn’t enjoy random firelizards showing up in his home, and he didn’t recognise the one before him. Shimmer, who was usually pretty relaxed, glared at the intruder as she perched on B’jin’s shoulder, her tail twined around his neck, interwoven with the fancy scarf he wore there to hide his scarring. After a few moments, B’jin reached out and took the note from the firelizard, his eyes narrowed, though his expression relaxed when the pesky creature vanished as simply as it had appeared.

The letter didn’t say much, but what it did say piqued B’jin’s curiosity, and he read it again before shrugging and handing it to a curious R’nd. All it really said was that S’far wanted him (or Larrikith, really) to see if a kid was a possible Candidate, and that the kid might need ‘additional considerations’, whatever that meant. The fact that the Weyrleader insisted in the note that he did not kidnap the child both amused B’jin a great deal, and worried him some. I thought we were done with kidnapping, Larrikith said airily, and B’jin shrugged mildly as he pulled some boots on. Weyrleaders have rules unto themselves, you should know that by now, he responded, snorting as Larrikith huffed out on the ledge, and extracted herself from her comfortable snuggling with Ayyonth.

B’jin gave R’nd an affectionate kiss before making his way over to their dragons, and climbing on board Larrikith. He didn’t bother with straps, since they would just be gliding down to the Dining Hall entrance, and Larrikith would be a lot less snippy if she wasn’t stuck in her straps unnecessarily. He could feel her emotional eyeroll as she tipped her round little green body off the edge of the weyr ledge, and spread her wings out lazily, halting their plumet to glide in for a tidy landing not a few moments later. B’jin was used to such theatrics, and dismounted without comment as he gave her an idle pat to the shoulder, mind focused on what could be up with the youngster S’far had definitely kidnapped.

S'far hadn’t given him any information on who he would be meeting, so B’jin had expected to see the Weyrleader at one of the tables somewhere, entertaining his new abductee… But apparently not, since B’jin couldn’t see the bronzerider anywhere. Frowning for a moment, he gazed around. It really didn’t take long to spot the kid, though, and he was a child. B’jin’s eyebrows lifted in surprise as he took in the bandages, and what definitely looked like storage clothes; the kids must have been quite a mess if they’d stolen his clothing off him. B’jin made his way over, waving cheerfully to those that greeted him but not pausing in his path.

A gentle smile tilted B’jin’s lips when he clearly noticed the reluctance on the kid’s face, and he settled himself down on the other side of the table, folding his hands together and placing them before him. Shimmer was still on his shoulder, her little gold head tilted to stare down at the boy with scrutiny. Tilting his head, B’jin considered the boy. He was still a bit of a mess, but the Healers had obviously done a good job patching the boy up. Shifting his gaze, he took in the sling that confined one arm, and then the discarded plate. Brown eyes sparkled as he unfolded his hands to draw the plate towards him, and he set about cutting up the meat before pushing it back towards the youngster.

Having only one arm is not easy, Larrikith said gently to the youngster, since B’jin couldn’t speak himself, and her voice was soft with bemused memory. B’jin’s son lost his arm when he was a bit younger than you. At least you will get use of yours again once it heals. B’jin, who was included in the little speech Larrikith was giving, snorted and rolled his eyes dramatically, clearly aiming the action at his dragon. I am Larrikith. The idiot before you is B’jin. He cannot speak, but it is better that way. Now he only bores me with his idiocy.

B’jin pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated, and pulled up his little chalkboard and quickly scribbled some words on it, before turning it to face the boy. It was very quickly apparent that he couldn’t read, so B’jin smiled in reassurance, and made a vague gesture that indicated they’d just have to put up with his sassy dragon and her comments to speak on B’jin’s behalf – since he had yet to be given the information that Chironhes couldn’t speak himself.
Greenrider of Larrikith who Impressed him when he was NOT a Candidate and had NO desire to be a Dragonrider and she's a royal pain in his butt... But he does love her...Resident of Telgar Weyr since the Great Move North occurred. Too lazy to move to a different Weyr now that others are opening up, and quite comfortable with the chilly Telgar weather. Better for snuggling in!Harper Trained, specialising in voice with a secondary speciality in art and drawing. He's really, really good at drawing. Which is probably a good thing, since he NO LONGER HAS A VOICE.Journeyman rank. Should have been a Master damnit! Stupid Larrikith and her Stupid Impression D<[Image: hold-lemos.png][Image: murder-mystery.png][Image: mystery-note.png][Image: posts-100.png][Image: posts-250.png][Image: posts-500.png][Image: solo-1.png][Image: solo-5.png][Image: locations-5.png][Image: locations-15.png]
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Bronze Pardrith

Date of Birth
09.07.726, 17
Height
5'7"
Eyes
Brown
Build
Lithe
Hair
Curly dark brown to black

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15
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Written By: vet
#3
Chir realized he ached for his weapons. He'd spent years with the bow and dagger as constant companions that now that he was without either, he felt far too exposed. It didn't help that even the clothes he wore weren't his own ragged furs. The boy felt very much out of place and everything was wildly different than what he knew. Without the ribbed leather wrappings around his dagger's handle to run his thumb across, Chir instead rubbed his left hand nervously along his thigh as the stranger sat in front of him.

The man was smiling, but Chir knew better than to accept it at face value. Not all smiles were kind. In fact, quite a number of them hid cunning. The way the tiny golden dragon wrapped around the man's shoulders stared him down, the young hunter couldn't help but feel he was being judged and found lacking. That, at least, was familiar. Still, he averted his eyes from the little creature in case it decided it didn't care for his gaze and leaped at him or something.

Chir certainly didn't expect the stranger to tug his discarded plate closer to slice the wherry steak up for him and push it back. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, feeling guilty for having misjudged him so quickly. He nodded his thanks and had just lifted his hand for his previously discarded fork when the voice in his head had him jolting.

He tried and failed to look slyly about for the owner of the voice. Based on his experience with Urudith, Chir naturally sought out a dragon and took in the green one lingering nearby. He thought nothing in response to the revelation that the man - this B'jin - had a son who had lost an arm. Chir kept his mind carefully blank, but without any formal training for such, even he couldn't stem the emotions he felt about it; sorrow, pity, guilt.

B'jin's snort drew his gaze back to him and Chir realized he, too, could hear the voice he'd assumed was only in his own head. Larrikith was a far more gracious interpreter than Urudith, the boy realized. Still, his previous experience made him hesitant to think much of anything in response considering the way he'd insulted the bronze dragon with questions and curiosity. But when she revealed that her rider also couldn't speak, Chir blinked in surprise. It could not be a coincidence that he was here, then. Again, the boy glanced around for S'far without success.

When B'jin pulled out a little chalkboard, Chir stared uncomprehendingly at the glyphs written. Self-conscious, he managed only the barest shakes of his head to indicate he couldn't read. The boy took a deep breath as if gathering his courage. They'd get nowhere if he didn't at least try again and risk irritating another dragon.

I cannot speak either. Can you thank him for...? Chironhes didn't complete the thought but glanced down at the cut-up meal in front of him.

Finally, the young hunter snagged the fork and skewered a neatly cut piece of wherry steak to pop it in his mouth. The taste of it reminded him of the abandoned boar and wherry he'd killed before S'far had found him. He frowned, wondering if one of the dragon-riders would perhaps return to bring both back here to serve in payment for his meal and the healing. Chir admittedly didn't have anything in the way of repayment other than his skills as a hunter.

Looking back up at Larrikith, he sent fractured images of the morning's hunt: his success with taking down the boar, the subsequent attack by the large wherry, managing to take that down as well after sustaining his injuries, his weapons left behind, S'far finding him, even an abridged version of how he managed to insult Urudith. The thoughts came quickly and with purpose. Could someone return for the boar and wherry? I don't like to think they'll go to waste when they can help feed people here. I was supposed to take them back to the Hold. At least the boar. I didn't expect the wherry. But out there, their deaths serve no purpose. I don't know if they are suitable to repay for my healing, but I can hunt more if I need to when I get home? The last thought was undoubtedly a question. How to get home was very much still on his mind, though now that there was a dragon that seemed willing enough to listen, perhaps the trip could be made easier without him having to walk or steal a ride.
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Green Larrikith

Date of Birth
23.06.683 AL, 60
Height
5'9
Eyes
Brown
Build
Sturdy, softly fit
Hair
Blonde, Silver

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102
Posts
864

Written By: ThistleProse
#4
Oh that isn’t necessary! Larrikith reassured the child, when she felt his sad emotions spike when she gave him the information about N’mor. N’mor is doing quite well for himself! He has a dragon – bronze Rhezalth – and a mate – Z’rin of blue Varralath – and he’s the Weyrsecond at Benden Weyr! It was more than clear that Larrikith was very proud of N’mor and his achievements, a sentiment echoed by B’jin, who smiled with proud embarrassment as Larrikith waxed poetry about his son.

When the boy told her he couldn’t speak, either, Larrikith gave a vocal chirp of amusement that had B’jin glancing idly in her direction, though it was hard to see her from where he sat. Raising an eyebrow, B’jin waited for his dragon to pass on what was so amusing. He can’t speak, either she said privately to B’jin, before chortling to the pair of them: It’s a good thing you didn’t lose your arm, too! I imagine being a one-armed mute would be particularly tiresome! B’jin threw a dirty look in the direction of his dragon, before focusing back on the boy.

Feeling Larrikith’s attention shift from him, and the interesting expressions on the boy’s face, B’jin could tell he was actively trying to speak to his dragon. Mind-speak took a lot for Weyrlings to learn, but B’jin had always felt that that was as much because young dragons were easily distracted by shiny things as it was because the new rider-to-be had to learn to communicate silently. Which made B’jin wonder how long the boy had been mute for. Since birth? A long time at least, he was sure. Deciding the pair were quite occupied with their communication for the moment, B’jin got up and nipped over to the service area, filling a plate with some food and a glass with some wine. He made his way quickly back to the table, and took a seat again as he felt Larrikith adjust her attention back to him.

I don’t think he’d have any issues Impressing, Larrikith said, her words for B’jin alone. He seems intelligent, and he is excellent at communicating for someone who has never been around dragons before. I can sense fear, but whatever is causing it is deeply buried. Do you want me to find out what it is? B’jin considered her words for a moment, before shaking his head slightly. No. He seems distrustful enough without you poking around in his private memories and digging up things he doesn’t want to remember or share. He will when he is ready. What did he tell you? B’jin listened with a slight frown as his dragon relayed what the boy had told her, and after she was finished, he flashed a smile at the kid, and let her relay his own thoughts.

B’jin and I will go and collect your kills when we are finished here, though another wherry may have already made a meal of them. We will get your weapons, too, she promised, since she’d picked up on the attached train of thought when he’d issued the images to her. B’jin has a guitar he’s particularly fond of and understands what it is like to be without it. B’jin nodded seriously, his eyebrows drawn together. A hunter without his bow was as much use as a harper without his guitar (or voice, but neither B’jin nor Larrikith commented on that).

The pair had another quick conversation, before Larrikith’s voice once more returned to the boy’s mind. Why do you want to go home? She asked gently, with genuine curiosity. She had glimpsed enough of his homelife from his mind to understand where he had come from, and how he had been living. Don’t you want to stay here? She decided at the last moment not to overwhelm him by telling him he could even Impress a dragon of his own; she would save that card to be played a little later.
Greenrider of Larrikith who Impressed him when he was NOT a Candidate and had NO desire to be a Dragonrider and she's a royal pain in his butt... But he does love her...Resident of Telgar Weyr since the Great Move North occurred. Too lazy to move to a different Weyr now that others are opening up, and quite comfortable with the chilly Telgar weather. Better for snuggling in!Harper Trained, specialising in voice with a secondary speciality in art and drawing. He's really, really good at drawing. Which is probably a good thing, since he NO LONGER HAS A VOICE.Journeyman rank. Should have been a Master damnit! Stupid Larrikith and her Stupid Impression D<[Image: hold-lemos.png][Image: murder-mystery.png][Image: mystery-note.png][Image: posts-100.png][Image: posts-250.png][Image: posts-500.png][Image: solo-1.png][Image: solo-5.png][Image: locations-5.png][Image: locations-15.png]
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Bronze Pardrith

Date of Birth
09.07.726, 17
Height
5'7"
Eyes
Brown
Build
Lithe
Hair
Curly dark brown to black

Threads
15
Posts
104

Written By: vet
#5
Again with that word. Mate. S'far had used it to link himself and his dragon, but now Larrikith used it to connect B'jin's son and another. Chironhes still struggled to understand any other meaning than the one he knew; a coupling. His only example remained a pair of dogs he'd seen at the Hold. But he kept the question tucked close, not wanting to insult Larrikith with his lack of comprehension.

It was different communicating with her compared to Urudith. Larrikith seemed to pick up on his emotions in a way the other dragon hadn't bothered. Admittedly, it was easier to let his guard down a little around the green female. She was soft and kind whereas Urudith was gruff and irritable.

Chir perked when Larrikith promised to retrieve his kills as well as his weapons. He wondered if she would be so inclined to retrieve them if she knew he wanted them to be able to defend himself in this strange place. But if they were already going that way, perhaps he could tag along...

The young hunter went back to eating while the dragon and rider seemed preoccupied with their own conversation. He quickly polished off the meat before poking around at the spattering of vegetables available on his plate. Some of them looked remarkably similar to plants he'd tried to eat in the past when hunting went poorly. Recalling the way he'd vomited afterward, he opted to avoid them altogether.

Chir glanced back up when Larrikith asked why he wanted to return home. The freckled teen's mind blanked for a long moment before he answered with his confusion clear. Because it is home. Wasn't that something everyone held dear? He thought of the shelter he'd built for himself in the forest, the way he'd slaved over it and improved it over the years. It was nothing but a child's play-fort when compared to all the opulence around him now, but it was wholly his own.

Larrikith's follow-up question had Chir lowering his gaze to frown seriously at the tabletop. Stay? He didn't belong in a place like this. There were so many people and dragons and things he didn't understand. But... There was also B'jin, who had cut up his meat for him. And Larrikith who considered him kindly. And S'far, who'd sought healing for him, a complete stranger he was under no obligation to care about. While his relationship with Urudith left much to be desired, the dragon had carried him to that healing without complaint. Well, at least none he could hear.

Even as he thought it, he knew his follow-up was weak. It is what I know. But it was clear he was already wondering what life would be like in a place like this. Would he be a burden? At the very least, it seemed there was at least one dragon willing to serve as his interpreter. But attaching himself to B'jin and Larrikith seemed...unfair. He was a burden they hadn't asked for, and he had little doubt that S'far was to blame considering his pointed lack of presence.

I could hunt here... he considered, apparently giving it a great deal of thought. But I cannot afford lodgings. Perhaps there was a forest nearby where he could live similarly. He supposed there was no particular connection to the bit of land he'd been living on other than it was where he was born and where his parents had died. But they'd been gone for years and he'd truly not formed meaningful connections with the other Holdfolk over the years. Already in the short span of a single conversation, he felt more kinship for a fellow mute and a dragon! It was certainly not something he'd have ever imagined for himself considering it was a dragon rider who was responsible for his own muteness.

The thoughts fell unfiltered from his head, open and free for Larrikith to dig through if she was inclined. Chir's lack of training mixed with his deep distraction left him like an open book for any passing dragon to sift through. Worry, anxiety, excitement, fear... The possibility had emotions rising and falling in quick succession with no sign of the flow stemming anytime soon. But of all his thoughts, one rose clear about the rest. I don't want to be a burden.
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Green Larrikith

Date of Birth
23.06.683 AL, 60
Height
5'9
Eyes
Brown
Build
Sturdy, softly fit
Hair
Blonde, Silver

Threads
102
Posts
864

Written By: ThistleProse
#6
Larrikith, insightful and prone to poking around in minds she hadn’t been invited into, was still poking around the top thoughts on Chironhes’ mind, when she mentioned N’mor and his status as mated to Z’rin, so she caught the boy’s confusion. She let it go for a while, focusing on the main topic of conversation, but as he considered whether or not he wanted to go home or live in the Weyr, Larrikith started poking around again, digging up the memory of ‘mates’ and she found the exchange that had happened between him and Urudith.

Without any warning whatsoever, Larrikith positively burst into laughter. It wasn’t ‘hahaha’ so much as the green dragon’s absolutely delighted amusement poured over both B’jin and Chironhes’ minds, flowing through them and filling them. B’jin blinked, confused, and clearly a little wary as his eyes narrowed, and he glanced questioningly at the boy before him, and then off to the side, mentally giving his dragon a nudge to share what it was that was causing her so much amusement, since he obviously hadn’t been privy to the boy’s thoughts – but he hadn’t looked like he was thinking anything funny. B’jin wasn’t quite sure the kid knew what a sense of humour was, let alone had one.

Oh dear, Larrikith crooned, her voice absolutely riddled with her amusement. Yes, she said gently to Chironhes, N’mor and Z’rin are sexual partners. The term ‘mate’ is used here to indicate a pair who have promised themselves to one another. For human-to-human or dragon-to-dragon it is most commonly an emotional and a sexual bond. For a human-to-dragon, it is an emotional bond. A dragon cannot live without their human mate, and a human who has been bound to a dragon can rarely survive if their dragon dies. Usually, when a bonded pair are ready for whatever comes next, they will vanish together, forever, in the darkness that is between. B’jin’s bright eyed, highly entertained expression had faded as Larrikith spoke about life’s end, and glanced towards his dragon again, expression sober, before turning back to the boy before him.

You can stop referring to him as ‘the boy’ if you wish, she said in mild amusement to B’jin, only just realising in that moment that she hadn’t passed along his name. She did so, before returning her voice and attention to Chironhes. There are many terms in the Weyr that are not always common outside it. Bronze dragons are foolish idiots who rarely are any good at doing anything except taking offence, so do not take Urudith’s attitude to heart. Larrikith didn’t really care much for many bronzes, preferring to spend her time with other greens and blues, though she had a few bronze friends. She avoided the brown dragon population in its entirety. We are teachers, Larrikith said, her tone clearly indicating B’jin, and I insist you trust me when I tell you that such a question is not the most … unique… we have come across.

B’jin positively smirked at this, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief. Now, as for your being a burden, we do not feel you should worry about such a thing. No one in the Weyr must ‘afford’ their lodgings. You simply live here, and everyone works. If you wish to, you will be assigned lodgings and the Headwoman will assign you chores and tasks that you will complete. However, I think you would make a good mate, Larrikith emphasised the word with gentle teasing that had B’jin smothering a smile. for a dragon. If you wish to become a Candidate, that is, present yourself for consideration of a young dragon to choose upon his or her hatching, B’jin and I would be very interesting in helping you with that goal. You will need to learn to read and write – which will also make communicating easier for you as you can use a board like B’jin does when a dragon is not available to hijack – but we will also teach you everything you need to know about the Weyr, even if you do not wish to be a Candidate, but do wish to stay.

She paused for a moment, and B’jin made a slight movement with his hands. Larrikith spoke again. B’jin says he would like to teach you to read and write, even if you don’t want to be a Candidate, since they are useful skills. Another quick pause, before she continued. He also says that since all communication will be through mind-speak, we can do some lessons while out and about, so you can still hunt, if you like. B’jin is useless at hunting, but I am quite good at it! I know of some good spots to go, and entrails are quite tasty, you know! Larrikith laughed again, softer this time, as B’jin gave an amused but disgusted look at Chironhes from across the table.
Greenrider of Larrikith who Impressed him when he was NOT a Candidate and had NO desire to be a Dragonrider and she's a royal pain in his butt... But he does love her...Resident of Telgar Weyr since the Great Move North occurred. Too lazy to move to a different Weyr now that others are opening up, and quite comfortable with the chilly Telgar weather. Better for snuggling in!Harper Trained, specialising in voice with a secondary speciality in art and drawing. He's really, really good at drawing. Which is probably a good thing, since he NO LONGER HAS A VOICE.Journeyman rank. Should have been a Master damnit! Stupid Larrikith and her Stupid Impression D<[Image: hold-lemos.png][Image: murder-mystery.png][Image: mystery-note.png][Image: posts-100.png][Image: posts-250.png][Image: posts-500.png][Image: solo-1.png][Image: solo-5.png][Image: locations-5.png][Image: locations-15.png]
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Bronze Pardrith

Date of Birth
09.07.726, 17
Height
5'7"
Eyes
Brown
Build
Lithe
Hair
Curly dark brown to black

Threads
15
Posts
104

Written By: vet
#7
Despite the fact that Chironhes hadn't actively thought of anything the dragon could think of as amusing, the young hunter suspected he knew just what Larrikith had picked up on to bring such mirth. His face flushed crimson and he quickly looked away from B'jin's questing gaze. She confirmed it as she began a gentle instruction of the word mate that had caused him confusion.

No wonder Urudith had been so annoyed with him. Delayed embarrassment had him rubbing one hand across his face. It had never occurred to him that the word could have so many uses. Granted, a life spent in the woods away from most people was certainly one that would contribute to a lack of education. Despite his shame, Chir was relieved to finally have an answer. At the very least, he wouldn't make the same mistake again with another dragon. He wondered if Urudith would accept an apology for him or if S'far's dragon would simply consider him a lost cause forever. Based on Larrikith's assessment of the bronze dragon, he suspected the latter was more likely.

As the dragon referred to herself and her...mate as teachers, Chir considered the man before him with less wariness. There had been a few individuals in the Hold who had taken great joy in instructing others in new crafts. It was one of those people who had actually taught him how to craft his own weapons. Those lessons had been instrumental in the freckled teen's survival up to date, and he wondered just what life-changing lessons B'jin and Larrikith could offer. Already, in the span of a short conversation (the marvel of having a conversation was a wonder all on its own), Chir had taken in so much new information. It was a lot to consider, that was for sure.

And Larrikith only added to it as she continued. Hearing that he would not be considered a burden still had some doubt nagging. He knew others in the Hold who had said the same, but their actions belayed their words, and Chir had learned to infer otherwise. But the dragon struck him as truer to her word than any person he'd ever met. He wasn't sure if dragons could lie, but his sample size of two hadn't given him reason to doubt their word so far.

All thoughts of the Hold disappeared when Larrikith mentioned him becoming a mate to a dragon of his own. Shock registered in the accompanying silence of his thoughts. When she continued on with discussing him learning to read and write as well regardless of whether or not he was chosen by a dragon, Chir found his reasons for returning home to be dwindling in comparison to staying.

This place, this Weyr, was strange and unknown to him. But whenever Chir had stumbled upon a new discovery in the forests surrounding Lemos, he'd never balked from learning more. That curiosity had earned him more than a few scars among his freckled skin, but he'd always learned more. That learning had brought him great satisfaction in a life otherwise filled with the dullness of day-to-day survival. Evenings spent fire-building, days spent curing hides, mornings on the hunt, and all of it filled with loneliness that was sometimes comforting and other times aching. He couldn't help but wonder what his time would be like here in a place filled with new experiences with every step.

Chir found himself smiling for the first time since arriving as Larrikith commented about the tastiness of entrails. The young hunter had learned of a great many uses for his kill's guts, including curing line for things like fishing or sewing up wounds. As the process took a great deal of time, he knew sharing in his spoils would bring far more delight to him than hours upon hours of the work he'd have for himself otherwise.

Are you sure it would be alright to stay? he asked, looking over to meet Larrikith's gaze. Chir knew having work assigned or chores would be no issue for him so long as he had proper instruction on what needed to be done. He was used to doing everything for himself, and actually found he was looking forward to learning new tasks. He struggled to tamp down on his rising excitement, not wanting it to influence Larrikith's response. But Chir found he really did want to now that she'd put the idea in his head. And if he could still hunt, even with Larrikith as a companion to be fed, that seemed more rewarding than all his time spent alone.
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Green Larrikith

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23.06.683 AL, 60
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Written By: ThistleProse
#8
B’jin is originally from near Lemos, too, the dragon suddenly said, picking up on the thought Chironhes had had in passing as he considered the things she’d told him. B’jin blinked, from the other side of the table, and suddenly squinted at the boy, as if trying to determine his bloodline just from looking at him. It wasn’t likely that they were related, he decided. Their differences were pretty stark, as were their ages. B’jin’s siblings were all either dead or quite old, and his parents had died long ago. That didn’t mean there wasn’t a chance, though B’jin wasn’t sure he’d put money on it. If they were related, it would be some type of cousin at the most, but more likely they were just people who happened to come from the same original location… though B’jin himself had left long, long ago.

Larrikith’s amusement was clear as she added, He left long ago… long long long ago. B’jin was scowling. He’s really old you know… Even has grandchildren! Turns sixty this year. So very old. B’jin’s face was an odd shade, a combination of blushing with embarrassment and losing all colour in a blanch. You can’t tell, of course. Dragons make their human age slower. It’s quite lucky for B’jin that he has me, you know. Otherwise he'd probably be wrinkly and old looking, and then R’nd wouldn’t want to kiss him… Larrikith sniggered quietly to herself as B’jin took up pouting pathetically again, poking at his plate with an expression of absolute despair, eyes refusing to look up at Chironhes. He had, at some point, emptied his wine glass.

Anyway, Larrikith said, her voice clear, obviously having finished teasing her sulking rider, leaving him to mope about as he poked at what was left of his meal, still pouting. I am absolutely, completely and honestly, positive that you are welcome to stay here, to learn, to work, and maybe, to Impress (that’s what it’s called when a Bond is made), she added, to make sure he understood completely what she was saying. And don’t mind him, she said brightly, clearly referring to her still sulking rider. I already told Ayyonth that B’jin needs a pick-me-up when we’re done with you. She laughed, again, when B’jin positively glowed crimson at her telling the boy before him he was going to get laid when he got home, and buried his face in his hands. I hate you, he snarled empathically, face still buried, but Larrikith just laughed again.
Greenrider of Larrikith who Impressed him when he was NOT a Candidate and had NO desire to be a Dragonrider and she's a royal pain in his butt... But he does love her...Resident of Telgar Weyr since the Great Move North occurred. Too lazy to move to a different Weyr now that others are opening up, and quite comfortable with the chilly Telgar weather. Better for snuggling in!Harper Trained, specialising in voice with a secondary speciality in art and drawing. He's really, really good at drawing. Which is probably a good thing, since he NO LONGER HAS A VOICE.Journeyman rank. Should have been a Master damnit! Stupid Larrikith and her Stupid Impression D<[Image: hold-lemos.png][Image: murder-mystery.png][Image: mystery-note.png][Image: posts-100.png][Image: posts-250.png][Image: posts-500.png][Image: solo-1.png][Image: solo-5.png][Image: locations-5.png][Image: locations-15.png]
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Bronze Pardrith

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Written By: vet
#9
Chir considered B'jin with new eyes as Larrikith revealed he, too, hailed from around Lemos. Was that part of why the other man considered him so kindly? No, no, that was a new revelation, the boy reminded himself. He didn't shy away from the older man as B'jin studied him in turn, almost willing him to see something that Chir didn't know about himself. But no such thing was discovered or revealed. Based on their interactions so far, he trusted Larrikith would have told him if it was.

When Larrikith lapsed into teasing her rider, Chir wisely picked up his water cup to hide his amusement behind it. He didn't see a need to add to any embarrassment B'jin felt. The man was kind to him so far and the last thing Chir wanted to do was drive him away accidentally. Besides, he found it impressive! He only knew of a few people in Lemos who lived to such an age, and their backs had been curled years prior.

At Larrikith's mention of kissing, a memory of his parents dredged up from the back of his mind. Fondness and grief swelled in turn before he carefully tucked it back away, not wanting to bring the dragon's mood down inadvertently with his childish wish for them to still be alive.

Recognizing that Larrikith's teasing tone had vanished, he glanced back at the dragon and dipped his head in gratitude. Thank you. I don't usually get such a warm welcome, he admitted. It wasn't that the people of Lemos were cruel. Even now, Chir found himself coming to their defense. They simply didn't have the gift that she did to understand him. He had come to expect the way most avoided him just to avoid the discomfort of trying to communicate with a boy confined to grunts and gestures. I would be honored to...Impress a dragon like you, he thought honestly. Larrikith had a compassion Chir was certain was rare in the world, making her a true gem.

Even with her propensity for teasing! Granted, Chir failed to see why B'jin would feel embarrassed about someone picking him up. The freckled hunter had very fond memories of his father lifting him high whenever his own mood was low as a child. The height granted a new perspective, he'd been told. Fondly, the boy recalled he'd been right every time.
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Green Larrikith

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Written By: ThistleProse
#10
B’jin’s horrendous embarrassment faded very quickly when Larrikith told him what Chironhes had made of the comment, her tone absolutely delighted and filled with amusement. B’jin suddenly lifted his head, face fading back to its natural colour, and brown eyes sparkling with an amusement he now shared with his dragon. Oh dear, the boy was the epitome of innocence, and B’jin honestly found it more than a little charming now he was fully aware of it. The greenrider beamed at Chironhes, then picked up his wine glass, glancing at it in disappointment when he realised it was empty. B’jin frowned at the glass, betrayed by it, and set it down gently once more.

Larrikith gave a harrumph sound, part mental and part vocal, at Chironhes saying wasn’t always so warmly welcomed, and she followed it up with a snort. People can be cruel, she stated firmly, and across the table from the boy, B’jin’s eyebrows drew together in a frown, eyes glazing in a far away expression for a moment as his left hand idly fingered at his neck through the pretty, gauzy scarf he was wearing. B’jin came back to the present with a little shake of his head, and forced his hand away from his neck. He studied Chironhes again for a few moments, wondering. He was curious about Chironhes’ muteness, whether he’d been that way since birth or encountered a fun time like B’jin had. He didn’t ask, though, because doing so would invite Chironhes to ask about B’jin’s story, and while B’jin wouldn’t lie about it, he was fairly sure that telling the child someone had attacked him, while he was minding his own business, and sliced his throat before leaving him for dead might not endear the boy to Weyr life.

B’jin poked at his empty wine glass as Larrikith positively preened at being told he wanted a dragon like her, her whole attitude towards B’jin a big fat lump of ‘I told you I’m the most awesome thing to exist on Pern in the history of forever’ that B’jin was choosing to regally ignore. He wanted another glass of wine, but didn’t want to get up and go and get it. Besides which, it was getting late, and they would have to leave in the very near future if they wanted any hope of saving, at least, Chironhes’ weapons – B’jin was pretty sure whatever the boy had killed would be long gone.

Looking up with a start of surprise when someone’s hand touched his shoulder, B’jin gave a smile to S’far and then looked back at Chironhes. Larrikith bridged the communication gap once more, speaking to the boy. We will leave you with S’far, she said, standing up and stretching languidly, which looked kind of amusing to B’jin, since she was so small and roundly fat. We will go and fetch your hunting gear before it gets dark. You can come and find us tomorrow afternoon to collect your things. Both B’jin and Larrikith assumed Chironhes would be busy for the remainder of the day getting comfortable and settled at the Weyr, and B’jin did not like being woken up before lunch time if he could get away with it.

Standing up, B’jin beamed at the boy one last time, reaching out to touch him lightly on the shoulder that wasn’t wrapped in bandages, and tossed him a wink. He gave a nod to S’far, before making his way swiftly out of the Dining Hall, and joining his dragon once more outside. He climbed on board, and the pair made their way back to their personal weyr, so B’jin could get Larrikith’s riding straps on her for the trip to wherever S’far had found Chironhes – she was getting that information from Urudith as B’jin did up straps. Then B’jin mounted again, and the pair winked between after Larrikith had jumped off the ledge once more.
Greenrider of Larrikith who Impressed him when he was NOT a Candidate and had NO desire to be a Dragonrider and she's a royal pain in his butt... But he does love her...Resident of Telgar Weyr since the Great Move North occurred. Too lazy to move to a different Weyr now that others are opening up, and quite comfortable with the chilly Telgar weather. Better for snuggling in!Harper Trained, specialising in voice with a secondary speciality in art and drawing. He's really, really good at drawing. Which is probably a good thing, since he NO LONGER HAS A VOICE.Journeyman rank. Should have been a Master damnit! Stupid Larrikith and her Stupid Impression D<[Image: hold-lemos.png][Image: murder-mystery.png][Image: mystery-note.png][Image: posts-100.png][Image: posts-250.png][Image: posts-500.png][Image: solo-1.png][Image: solo-5.png][Image: locations-5.png][Image: locations-15.png]
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