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Post by Yuu Kanduet on Jun 16, 2011 12:29:45 GMT -5
Grinning because D'isk loved to talk about himself, the young Greenrider stood dramatically and flipped backwards off Kalith to land light as a cat, a mischievous cat, beside Tschermak. Looking around as if he were a guilty child with a secret, D'isk shifted closer and whispered in a small voice that sounded odd coming from such a large man.
"You see, I was something of a troublesome candidate. I was always getting scolded for running around and getting into places I wasn't supposed to. Then I Impressed the hatchling in the Relentless Destruction Egg, I thought my masters were going to have a herdbeast."
Chuckling to himself, D'isk signaled for Kalith to sit back on her haunches so that they could inspect her underbelly and armpits.
"Kalith and I were constantly pushing the rules trying to bend them, but we always backed off in case the weyrlingmaster restricted our flying even more than he already had. There are also rules about romance and stuff, but that didn't matter all that much. We're still young so there's plenty of time for romance later. I Impressed at fifteen after all."
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Post by Lady Smara on Jun 17, 2011 5:24:35 GMT -5
Watching the man flip off his dragons back, Tschermak thought briefly that the man was crazy. What if he hadn’t landed on his feet?! A brief look of fear crossed his own features at the thought of having to explain to an adult why he was here with an injured rider. It was a breath of relief when the man landed soundly and continued talking that took that look of fear off again. Thank the shell…
Listening to the man’s story, Tschermak took a few quick steps back when the little green moved up on her haunches. Careful not to get knocked over, he stood a little behind the man as he continued to listen. It wasn’t until the man mentioned impressing at fifteen that Tschermak found his attention caught. “I thought candidates were 17 or older!” he said, a little unbelieving. There was no way a man this large could have impressed at 15. Doing the math in his head he frowned, that meant that even now the man was only around 17 or 18, not the twenty he had first believed.
Eyeing the man up and down, Tschermak sighed. Perhaps he was able to stand early because of his size. Again the boy found himself comparing the rider’s body to his own scrawny one. No way he was going to get that lucky…
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on Jun 17, 2011 9:04:40 GMT -5
D'isk looked a little surprised at Tschermak's words. He knew the boy had grown up in the Weyr and thought for sure that as a weyrbrat he would know all there is to know about the Weyr. It had never crossed his mind that Tschermak might be ignorant about anything.
"What are you talking about? Boys can be Searched as young as twelve. I stood my first time with a thirteen turn old boy. I personally suggest you wait, but it's not required or anything."
Satisfied that there wasn't any dry skin on Kalith's underbelly, D'isk stepped out from beneath her and allowed her to resume her former four footed stance. The moment all of her claws were submerged again, Kalith gave a shake and let out a loving croon as she nuzzled D'isk and than went to nuzzle Tschermak. She loved getting clean and getting pampered.
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Post by Lady Smara on Jun 20, 2011 6:04:33 GMT -5
Tschermak opened his mouth a moment before closing it again with an audible snap as his teeth clicked together. Boys can be searched as young as twelve. Those had been the green riders words. While Tschermak, like the crèche ladies, did not remember his exact birthing date he was fairly confident that sometime this turn was his twelfth birthing day. If he was not searched by twelve, did that mean he was not going to be able to impress? The fact that he lived inside the Weyr where the searchriders lived and worked… well he couldn’t see how they could have just looked over him. Maybe it was something he would grow into? Yet he heard some people were born to be dragonriders.
Letting his eyes drop down to the water, he sighed softly before finding a green muzzle pushing at him lightly. Surprised and shocked out of his darker thoughts, Tschermak jumped and looked wide eyed at the pretty green. Unsure what the nuzzle meant, he reached over and scratched at her eyeridges again. It had an almost soothing effect on him. If candidates could stand as young as twelve, then it must have just been the majority that Tschermak has always seen around the hatching sands. Perhaps it would be something he could grow into… if his small body would ever grow.
Turning his wide eyes up toward D’isk, Tschermak forced a smile on his face. “Thank you, Rider D’isk. I’ll keep it in mind. And Thank you for letting me help wash your pretty green.”
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on Jun 20, 2011 8:57:29 GMT -5
Completely oblivious to Tschermak's inner turmoil that had resulted from his words, D'isk continued on as if nothing was wrong. He enjoyed this talking about dragons. He hadn't had a lot of time to do it before when he was a Holdless. Back then he had been prepped and trained to fight both the riders and their 'beasts.' Now, D'isk was quite sure he would die to protect the Weyr. How things can change in two turns...
"You're most welcome. She might only be a Green, but she's still a handful. You know some people stand when their older too. There was a couple of people who stood from the North with me, and they were all in their later teen years. One guy I stood next to, J'zen a Bluerider, he was nineteen when he stood for the first time."
Reaching out so that he could place a large comforting hand on Tschermak's shoulder, D'isk grinned down at him.
"You could always ask a searchrider to look at you. Not everyone is approached. Some people who want it bad enough have been known to actually seek out the riders that come looking for candidates. Maybe I should become a searchrider. Do you think I'd be good at it?"
Kalith was still allowing Tschermak scratch her eye-ridges, and she smacked D'isk lightly with her forked tail, sending the huge man face first into the water of the lake. Sputtering indignintly, D'isk shook his fist at her while scrabbling his at the water in eyes with the other.
Searchrider? I'm not sure we are cut out for that job. We would overwhelm and frighten away the possible candidates.
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Post by Lady Smara on Jun 27, 2011 5:23:21 GMT -5
Tschermak could not imagine having to search out a searchrider in order to stand. It seemed like a backwards idea at best. Even so… If he could have been searched by now… No, he would continue to wait. He would not, could not, begin to imagine that he was good enough for a dragon to be able to demand his right to stand on the sands. After all, what right did a kid have who didn’t even know his parents and who didn’t even know his own birthing date because the crèche ladies had forgotten? No… Tschermak would simply do as he was told.
At the mention of D’isk becoming a search rider, Tschermak lifted his hand to the back of his head and scratched at it. He wasn’t sure about D’isk being a search rider, but then again he knew little of those riders besides the fact that they found the candidates. He had no idea what it took to be a searchrider or even if there were requirements.
“Well… You seem friendly enough…” he started, before hearing someone shout his name in the distance. With the silent T in his name, it sounded more like ‘sure-mach’. Standing up straighter, he looked back toward the lower caverns where a creche lady was waving her arm. Apparently they had found more work for him to do. Then again, when you had a kid who wouldn’t complain about work why not keep him busy?
“Ah… I should probably get going. Thank you again, D’isk!” he said waving to the green before taking off toward the lower caverns.
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