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Post by hbk on Oct 3, 2011 0:28:31 GMT -5
OOC: Someone please come join/meet F'ren F'ren let out a small sigh as he set his booted foot down onto a rock. The position allowed him to bend and rest his elbow on his knee, his free hand raking through his hair and combing it out of his eyes. ' Time for another cut' he though to himself. The brown tresses were getting to the point where they were not only in his eyes but getting more difficult to fit under a riding helmet as well. It wasn't like F'ren to allow his hair to get so long but with everything that had been going on around the Weyr since the attack he'd just been too busy to see to even such a menial task. Don't ruin my meal by thinking about the attack, rider. It's over and done. There's nothing else you can do about it now. Aloroth spoke from where he soared stealthily over the flock at the Feeding Grounds. The corners of F'ren's eyes crinkled as he smiled, his dark brown eyes taking in every moment of Aloroth's flight as the dragon suddenly swooped in and plucked up a herdbeast, ' You're right, of course.' The brownrider pushed up and shoved his hands into his pockets.
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Post by HG on Oct 3, 2011 18:44:51 GMT -5
She was sitting in the grass, watching the dragons as they ate. Her own green was finishing her first beast. When she was younger she got no pleasure out of seeing the beasts killed by dragons. Now she had a much different perspective on the whole thing. A slender hand reached down and plucked a longer blade of grass out of the ground. Vaylee twirled the blade of grass around in her hand, then left it to dance alone on the light wind that carried it away from her.
Her blue eyes followed the flying grass to the figure of another person. Slowly it dawned on her that he was the Wingsecond for Illume Wing. Being in that wing herself meant she better act respectfully towards the man. She was great with people so it really wouldn’t be that difficult for her. She stood up and brushed the grass off the riding leathers she was wearing. Vaylee still preferred a well-made dress to leathers especially during her free time but she wasn’t getting much of that lately.
Waving at him she walked closer to where he was standing. “Good day Wingsecond.” The wisps at the side of her face came free at the slightest breeze despite having pulled her hair back into a single French braid. “You and Aloroth are faring well I hope?” Cupith was in good spirits, as usual. She was happy now that she was eating.
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Post by hbk on Oct 3, 2011 22:02:10 GMT -5
F'ren inclined his head to the greenrider. He knew her, of course, as she was one of the Wingriders in Illume. Most people found Vaylee agreeable, and F'ren was no different. He'd never had a problem with the woman and she was one of the wingriders that he didn't mind seeing outside of wing practice. There were others, Faranth help him, that he avoided at all costs outside of practice unless it was about Weyr business.
"We are well, just trying to catch a breath. With how busy everything has been lately it seems we haven't even had a chance to just relax." He glanced sideways at Vaylee.
"How are you and Cupith?" F'ren asked as he reached up to run his fingers habitually through his hair as the wind blew it into his eyes.
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Post by HG on Oct 6, 2011 7:56:03 GMT -5
Cupith was never in a bad mood and Vaylee was only in one on rare occasions. “We are both well, thank you.” She said before adding, “Yes things have been a bit hectic around here. I’ve been working extra shifts in the infirmary and trying to keep up with my Dragon Healing training.”
That was leaving out any time she spent working out or practicing outside of drills. Cupith needed more repetition than some of the other dragons but like Vaylee she eventually did get things. Her inability to last as long as the other greens in the air did not help matters.
“Ready to get back to normal?” She sure was. Extra work was seriously giving her little to no free time. When she was not taking care of Cupith she was eating or sleeping herself. “I wouldn’t mind if things slowed down a little.” Then she could go and have some fun with her friends instead of being worked to death.
She could use a vacation, truth be told though she might want to take someone entertaining with her. Zaylee would want to come too. Maybe Z’ten. A beach trip could be a lot of fun. Cupith would like to sun next to the water. It was a pleasant little day dream to be sure but having the time was going to be a problem.
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Post by hbk on Oct 6, 2011 22:17:38 GMT -5
"It feels like it's been so long since things around here have been normal that I can't even really remember what normal felt like." F'ren said with a wan smile that tipped the corners of his mouth upwards. He hoped that things could go back to normal, but with the threat of the Holdess rising up again someday, who knew when, it was difficult to believe that any semblance of peace could last.
F'ren watched as Aloroth took particular pleasure in gnawing on the tender belly of a herdbeast, "I remember when I first saw a dragon feed how uneasy it made me. Now I can't help but think that I'd like to go get some grub myself." He chuckled.
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Post by HG on Oct 8, 2011 8:22:35 GMT -5
"I know how you feel." She said as she looked back out at the dragons feeding. "I used to hate seeing them kill the defenseless beasts but since impressing Cupith I don't mind watching the dragons feed." It may have in the past upset her delicate stomach. Zaylee would have laughed at her for being such a wuss. Vaylee had always been the less outgoing of the two.
Being more soft spoken had its advantages. People responded well to her because of it. And when people liked you, you could get pretty much anything you wanted. Except now her abilities were being used far too often. Healing was not a natural talent for her. She had to work hard at it every day and still she felt Turns behind many of the people her age. Especially in the dragon infirmary. She was learning even if more slowly than the dragon healers would like.
Thinking about how busy she was, Vaylee could not remember when she had last had a meal. "I don't remember if I've eaten yet today." She admitted honestly. Cupith in her infinite wisdom chose that moment to lift her bloodied maw and tell her rider, Go eat. I plan on sunning on our ledge after this.
"Have you eaten?" The question was asked in a friendly manner. Vaylee was always befriending people. She had so many acquaintances it was surprising she remembered them all. Every so often she came across people who knew her and whom she had no recollection of but generally she would smile and act like she did. No need to make a situation uncomfortable.
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Post by hbk on Oct 12, 2011 12:07:10 GMT -5
"I'm starving actually. Why don't we go see what the ladies of the lower caverns have cooked up today? It smelled rather enticing on my way by." F'ren admitted.
Some days, especially those days after the Holdless attack, F'ren found it difficult to eat. When he began thinking about the difficulties facing the Weyr and the things that they needed to accomplish in order to survive, it made him lose his appetite. Usually Aloroth had to butt in and give him a stern lecture on the importance of eating- which usually just served to make F'ren laugh- and then he would give in and go see what he could force himself to eat.
Logically F'ren knew that he needed to eat to maintain strength, after all, what good was a half-starved, stressed brownrider to the Weyr? No good at all. There were times that F'ren had no idea how the Weyrleaders even began to live a semblance of a normal life. It had to way heavily on their minds daily about the condition of the Weyr and the fact that the Holdless attacks over the past few months had set them back dearly.
You think too much. Aloroth insisted, Just go enjoy dinner with Cupith's rider and try not to worry about everything, for once.
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Post by HG on Oct 16, 2011 20:48:08 GMT -5
“Wonderful.” Vaylee responded and began to walk toward the Weyr next to the Brownrider. “I get a bit carried away with infirmary duties and dragonriding that I sometimes miss a meal. It takes a good chunk of time out of the day to get to the Dining Hall and find food. Then if I eat there people end up talking to me. I simply don’t have the time for it some days.” She could see how a Wingsecond would have even less time.
She had to wonder what the cooks had prepared for today. Lately it seemed the kitchen staff was trying doubly hard to make things go smoothly with the food. The last thing they wanted people to worry about was eating. Not that it was a major concern as far as she knew. Then they had had a bit of a scare they might run out of herdbeasts for Cupith’s clutch. The Weyr had made it through then and would do so now as well.
“I think I’d eat anything at this point. Even if it didn’t smell good.” Making idle talk was not going as well as she wanted it to. Then again she was a bit off lately with her chit chat. Not knowing what to say to people was a new sensation for her. The attack had made certain topics taboo. When they entered the Weyrhall the blonde took up a tray and smelled the food.
Delicious smelling food! The small rumble in her stomach agreed. Oh Faranth she was hungrier than she thought. Vaylee filled her plate with a couple slices of roasted herdbeast, some mashed tubers and greens. A glass of water topped things off for her as she made her way to a mostly vacant table.
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