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Post by Sparrow on Apr 28, 2008 18:25:41 GMT -5
"You might think so." Tirasha rolled her eyes playfully. Tianthe could be a bit more than insane... but at least she was obedient when it really counted. At least somewhat. Willow would always be the one she trusted more, but the Green would always be more interesting.
Tirasha shrugged slightly. "The Healer's Weyrs, I guess. Everything is always hurting itself." Really though, she could end up anywhere... the Masterhealers seemed to like to send Tirasha on errands for them a lot. She suspected that they were jealous of her talent and just wanted to get rid of her while they worked... ((she suspects wrong I think though >.<))
"Yeah. People get used to it I guess... but I haven't ridden enough to get over the height." And everything else to do with flying really. Tirasha doubted she ever would. Between was pretty frightening too, but she had only been there once, thankfully. "Think you'll be a dragonrider someday?"
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Post by Missa on May 3, 2008 9:10:30 GMT -5
It was hard not to think that way, greens were spazzy sometimes, flighty amoung other things. They were sweet too, much more loving than any metallic colour Carlion had seen. After all, if there was no clutch or rider involved, Carlion had never seen a colder lump of flesh than most golds tended to be. Azarith might be different, but she was a pearl that automatically made her much, much different to any other gold.
Carlion never went to the Healer's Weyrs, he'd never needed too, Sirena was good at grazes and bruises and cuts. Nothing serious enough to be sent to bother the healer's about. Still, every holdbrat knew where they were,
"I'll come visit you some time, I'm not often in there, but I'm sure they'd let me if I just wanted to say hello."
Seemed natural enough, Carlion would bet that riders were a bit scared the first time they rode their dragons, or even before, when they were candidates. It would be amazing though, the sensation of gliding through the air, huh, him? A dragonrider?
"I dunno. Maybe. Mama and D'lion were and are respec- respectiv- Well mama was and D'lion is. Maybe one day, I dunno I'm small, like really small compared to other boys. I figure the dragons want big strong boys. Not little one like me, the other boys say I think too much to get a dragon." A small, half hearted shrug followed this.
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Post by Sparrow on May 3, 2008 19:03:44 GMT -5
Tirasha nodded vaguely. "Supposing I am actually there, it'd be fine. If something's going on though, you'd probably be best staying out of there." She, even, had been gotten after plenty for 'getting in the way'. When something was hurt everyone seemed to get hasty and impatient with any bystanders. Oh well.
Tirasha smiled slightly. "If you think I could be a dragonrider you probably could be too. I'm small for most girls. And I don't think the dragons care if they have a big, strong rider. They're sure to get that way eventually. Stong, at least. It's hard work tending to a dragon." Just giving one a bath would be a major workout, they were so big! Luckily they fed themselves once they were grown.
Willow finished off the meatroll he had been working on and trotted over to Tirasha, clambering back onto her shoulder and taking up his usual observant perch. Tianthe turned her head to snort at him before grabbing another little piece of meat of Tirasha's forgotten plate. It seemed the little Green could never be fully sated.
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