Title: Lost - For now
Description: Soliska takes a short walk
Jess - September 22, 2011 11:59 PM (GMT)
You did it again haven't you? Sighing Soliska ignored her dragon, of course he was right, but she wasn't about to tell him that. Sol had a little habit of getting lost, even living in the Weyr for a whole turn the girl still couldn't find her way around the place. Even the trip to her own weyr could be hard sometimes. If she didn't have her blue the girl wasn't sure how she would have gotten by on her own. Crymoth had a gift of guiding his lifemate and did his best to help her, when she allowed. No asking for help this time? Soliska hushed him with her mind, she was determined to do this on her own. "I'm not even sure where I'm headed, but if I keep moving I'll find my way." She said this to both her dragon and herself, she couldn't believe that she got herself lost once again.
The girl didn't even have much of a reason to be away from her weyr, she had only stepped out for a moment, to get some air. Soliska felt that she had spent way too much time alone and that it was time to get out. Who knew that 'to get out' would mean that she would spend a candlemark or more being lost. In her mind she had prepared herself for a nice relaxing walk, yet here she was lost and gaining a headache from it. It didn't help that Crymoth took that moment to start chatting up a storm with another dragon in the Weyr something about how it looked like the watch dragon in Igen was gaining weight. Really? If Soliska wasn't able to hear the convocations her dragon held she would have never been able to believed that dragons would be so willing to talk about such random subjects. She even caught Crymoth the day before talking about the daily Weyr gossip. Dragons, they really were very much like their riders.
"Fine I give up, Crymoth help me....Crymoth?" With a sigh Soliska realized that her dragon was ignoring her. She knew it was to prove a point but she wasn't in the best of moods to deal with the teachings from her dragon. "By the first egg, fine I will do it myself, how hard can it be to find my way out of here?" Soliska could hear the amusement in her dragons tone. With haste my rider, I itch. Whether the itch was hardy there or he was joking Soliska did not feel that Crymoth was really trying to rush her. Only make her feel even more helpless then she already way. Turn around, and follow the wall to your right. Soliska smiled and did as she was told, heading down the long hall. "Thank you." She said out loud, the girl was so used to speaking to her dragon like so that she wasn't even sure when she spoke out loud anymore, easy to get lost in her own mind. Which did not help her from bumping into someone. "Oh was lost in thought, are you hurt?" It was a hard bumping into but she had to make sure.
Shade - September 23, 2011 12:36 AM (GMT)
"I think I'm hungry."
After pausing a minute to see if Pyvath was going to put in his two marks, Norsa rolled over, snuggling into the furs on her bed before wiggling her toes and hopping up. Unfortunately, the furs came with her and tripped her up the moment she tried to take her first step.
"Shaffit! Sharding furs! All I took was a flaming step!" As her yelling quieted to simply grumbles, the bluerider pulled herself from the heap she made on the floor and threw her disheveled fur back on her bed. After giving the bed a hot glare, she made her way to her drawers, pulling out some clean clothes for the day, never mind that it was actually well into the afternoon.
After dressing for the day and fluffing out her curls, she turned smartly on her boot heels and marched outside. Or she would have if someone hadn't bowled into her just outside of her weyr. Waving her arms, she tottered back a few steps to keep her balance. Falling over once a day was enough, thank you very much.
For once curbing her language, Norsa settled for staring at the person who had almost succeeded in mowing her over. She was surprised to note another woman, one who had the same knots as herself. Another bluerider? She searched her memory, going over the few riders she had met so far, but this woman's face never came to mind.
After quizzing her dragon, who was snoozing on the rim, she held her hand out to the other rider. "Hello there, I'm Norsa of Blue Pyvath. We only transferred here a few sevendays ago. I've never seen you," she said, blue-grey eyes lighting up with interest. She always enjoyed meeting new people.
Zane - September 24, 2011 07:29 AM (GMT)
Kaz was doing the usual, on her way to give her Wingleader, Al’dai, a good talking to. Every time she was on her way to do just so, she wound up losing her spark of anger halfway, or right at the door, and turning back. How could a Wingleader lead a wing when he was so center-focused on being such a pigheaded flirt? She heaved a sigh, stopping in the hall. She was getting carried away. Far too carried away. Al’dai led the wing, and it hadn’t fallen apart yet, so he couldn’t have been doing that poorly. She hung her head, snorting whilst running a hand through her bangs. Her hair was tied back in a runner-tail, keeping it off of her face. She became sweaty from practice with Cheoth, or personal exercise, so it got annoying after a while to have hair constantly sticking to the sides of her face. She wasn’t sweaty at this particular moment. She’d cleaned up after her run.
For one who was usually so keen on paying attention to her surroundings, she didn’t notice until she looked up that there were two women standing further down the hall. From the looks of it the one had accidentally bumped into the other. Oh brother, catfight? She snorted again, but for a different reason this time, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. So she was going to meddle a bit, no shame in that. She hadn’t managed to accomplish was she’d set out to do, so she needed some sort-of consolation prize to make up for it.
Do play nice, dear.
Always. She strode right on up, putting on her best grimace. She stood half-way in-between them both, turning towards them with her arms crossed. She looked from one to the other, eyes narrowed disapprovingly. ”Is there a problem here?” she asked, looking as edgy as she sounded.
Good job, the grey sent amusedly, resting upon the ledge in the Weyrbowl. She liked a good joke. Her rider had made her quite accustomed to pranks. Kaz’s pranks always ended with no harm done of course. The greyrider could never judge who would respond in what way, but she was careful enough not to push anyone too far.
Jess - September 27, 2011 02:32 AM (GMT)
Soliska hadn't meant to bump into anyone, really it had been an accident. The fact that the other person almost fell had made Soliska slightly panicked. Luckily for herself she hadn't landed on the floor either, instead she had smacked her back into the closest wall, which happen to be opposite of Norsa. Soliska had also noticed Norsa's knots and was pleased to meet another bluerider, though she wished it was on better terms. The other rider gave her name and dragon's name and Soliska started to feel that things might be fine. Before she could reply someone else joined the two in the hall. It was Kazia, a rider that Soliska got to see a fair amount of times in her turn of being in the Weyr. After all they were both in the same fighting wing, the Sandstone Wing to be exact.
Kaz seemed displeased, which made Soliska enter into her panic zone. "I-I did not mean to! It was an accident, oh your right. There is a problem, I admit it, all I wanted was to get some air, I just wanted to take a walk, but then I couldn't find my weyr. I was lost and wouldn't let Crymoth help me, then I wasn't paying attention. Its al my fault! I'm sorry, really I am.. I'm really sorry!" The bluerider spoke quickly, without talking a breath she had told her whole day in a matter of seconds. This was how Soliska worked, easily panicked, overly excitable, and willing to take the blame if she had convinced herself of doing something wrong. This was the bluerider that Igen had happily gave to Vaioa with out even a second glance. Of course after meeting Soliska it was easy to see why, the rider was a mess. Though her dragon was a different story, he was fast, and was large for a blue which added power to his speed.
Many have asked if a dragon could make a mistake on picking their rider, looking at Soliska those rumor could be true. Speaking of the Blue feeling the distress from his rider he arise from his weyr and stood at the edge of it. He wasn't quite sure why his rider was upset but I did bother him. He roared into the weyrbowl announcing his anger and confusion. Until Soliska calmed herself she would not be able to calm her dragon. The rider was having her own problems, because after her apology she had tears in her eyes and had started sniffling. Yep she was really sorry after all, and it didn't help that the girl was a people person, having someone displeased with her only made her more upset.
Shade - September 27, 2011 03:04 AM (GMT)
Glancing over her shoulder, Norsa sent the new rider a glare. Before she could reply to the accusation, however, the other bluerider was talking a mile a, babbling and growing distraught. Her irritation at the other rider quickly forgotten, Norsa instinctively moved forward to comfort the bluerider. "No, no, it's okay. I'm fine. You caused no damage, really," she said, trying to reassure her.
It was obvious she wasn't helping, however, when her dragon began to bellow. Pyvath, a little help please? she pleaded with her dragon. If the dragon was getting upset, it would just make this rider worse. And shard it Norsa wished she knew her name! Soliska. Pyvath provided helpfully as he tried to bespeak the other dragon.
Crymoth. Your rider is okay. My rider is helping her. he tried to explain. Realizing he would doubtfully get through to the other blue, he cast out for the other dragon whose rider was with his own and Crymoth's. Cheoth, maybe you can get through to Crymoth? the blue asked the grey.