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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 9:44 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 5:04 pm
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And...now...this was...? Dolmar's first impression was that he was being accosted by a small feral animal. A moment later he determined that it was in fact a child, of course, but. More or less the same thing, right? The child couldn't be more than a few turns old, and Dolmar's first instinct was to throw up a hand to shield Half-Mark from the child's attention. The little brown was quite perplexed, feeding off his person's disdain for the kid, but was also a bit curious on his own. It was the smallest person the firelizard had probably ever seen, after all.
And then it was...introducing itself...Ahhh, this definitely was what he got for thinking that taking a break away from the other candidates (and therefor in the more quiet parts of the weyr...near the creche today...) would work.
"...Kindu," He drawled, staring down the length of his nose at the child. "Are you...meant to be here? Outside...wherever you're meant to be?" He doubted it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 5:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 11:04 pm
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Ugh, it was just so...loud! Why were children nine of ten times like, well, this? Dolmar was absolutely certain be'd never been as overly rambunctious and noisome as this child. Though of course...Marinel had been. Once upon a time turns and turns ago. He'd never grown out of the behavior either, really...Why had it been so charming and why had it made him so happy to see the same sort of behavior from his twin, when all this child roused in him was enough irritation to start leeching Half-Mark's eyes a murky, half-orange tint?
The little firelizard was reacting to the growing displeasure by pressing firmly against Dolmar's head and neck, and letting out a low hiss that even Dolmar could barely hear. The young man lifted a hand to massage the side of his skull, where a headache was surely coming on, and sighed. "A bit quieter, please," He grouched, before snapping a finger, sending Half-Mark (with another near-silent hiss of displeasure) sliding down his arm to perch atop his wrist, just out of reach of the boy. "You may look, but no touching. He and I both are in poor moods, and it wouldn't do for you to be...bitten."
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2017 9:44 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2017 7:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 11:34 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 7:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 10:04 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 9:32 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 11:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 12:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 1:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 8:23 am
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The look Dolmar spared for the view out the window was baleful at best, laced with thinly veiled contempt, irritation, and a touch of doubt. Was this really what passed for entertainment among children? Dimly he could recall playing such games with Marinel, long ago, and finding them enjoyable, but, really? Never had he been more grateful to be not only more adult now, but to have a decent head on his shoulders.
At least he hadn't lost the child's game.
Aha. An idea for an escape (and really he'd lost enough of the day's candlemarks here already). "I'll let you pet him, if you promise to be gentle, and to go back to the creche once you do. We're going to be leaving any way—important weyr business, you know." Not exactly a lie. Being a candidate was being in service to the weyr...that'd work, right?
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 10:59 am
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