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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 3:10 pm
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He didn't like it when his Ichta looked so pale. While the understandable (or at least explained) ailment she suffered from hadn't kept her from going to what classes and drills she could, the two had pointedly kept their distance from the other Weyrlings and as soon as such things were done, Ichta had all but forced them back into their weyr.
Aurinkoth's disappointment didn't go missed. "You can go out and play, love," Ichta reminded him of her previous offer, but the blue simply rested his head on her bed and crooned sadly. The gentle hand on his snout did make him feel better, but only a little bit. There was so much he'd tried to unbury through their connection. She'd felt worse after sending off her letter with Naughty Boy (who was currently destroying a shoe) and seemingly been even more so when Pretty Girl had come with a reply. 'Sick', she insisted, but Aurinkoth didn't believe he'd be unable to tell 'sad' from 'sick'.
Sensing his distress, Ichta moved so her beloved blue could rest his head on her lap, stroking his headknobs affectionately. He offered her a wave of unyielding love, and was offered a less overwhelming one in return, soothing some of the yellow from his eyes. "I promise I'll feel better soon," she assured. Aurinkoth turned his head to focus one green eye up on her with a rumble of contentment.
Yes. He'd make sure she was happy soon.
Elzebuth, Aurinkoth reached out towards the brown while remaining perfectly content and curled up by his rider, Do you have time? It seemed a silly question - Elzebuth would make time for whatever he well liked, and he'd yet to have found himself rebuffed in any such instance. But Ichta insisted asking was polite, and there had been very little his Ichta had been wrong about - except whatever she was being sad about.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2018 5:17 pm
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Under Ichta's hand, Aurinkoth let out a small huff as if sensing Elzebuth's disinterest. Ichta raised her brows at him and the blue quickly flooded her with innocent reassurance and a sweet croon. She seemed to be at least somewhat appeased by such offers. Content with this, he turned his focus back to his brother.
Mine is unwell in body, but also in her heart and I am uncertain what to do. as he spoke, he carefully nosed his way through Ichta's half of their tether, gingerly pulling strings as he could to snoop through her thoughts. He was doing his best to be his most careful as he was every time, yet Ichta's mind pressed back against his.
What are you doing, love? she asked and Aurinkoth lifted his head to bump the edge of his snout against her cheek with a quiet cheep of affection. Then, he pulled away from her mind, spreading out her thoughts like a deck of cards he was mentally displaying to Elzebuth. Love, Fear - uncertainty. They seemed to revolve around Elzebuth's.
I don't know how to use this to make her better so she can see yours again - she very much wants it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2018 5:54 pm
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Oh, now that was interesting. The large brown's eyes whirled with thought as he sifted through the information, his interest caught. Complex, very much so... and it lightened his disdain for Ichta, at least marginally. So, she hadn't found another mate, but her own indecision had her paralyzed... and G'ran was hardly being aggressive enough if he truly meant to woo her.
Elzebuth said nothing for a time, but allowed his presence of mind to linger so that Aurinkoth would know he was not ignoring him.
We must arrange for them to meet. He said simply. They are continuing to be foolish. And by they, he kind of meant Ichta, because he was a stalwart defender of G'ran, but he knew how to spread the blame. And they have refused to solve it themselves. Once she is well, can you make Yours head to a location of our choosing?
He had no doubt that Aurinkoth could. G'ran may be slightly more of a challenge, but Elzebuth knew if he pressed and pushed enough, the man would give in. He always did.... usually.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 2:56 pm
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Early to class will work. The very first class of the morning. He decided, his tail tips twitching with satisfaction. He cut off for a moment as His returned to his weyr, looking as irritated as he had been for a while now. G'ran paced irritably for a time, though did stop to briefly lean against the big brown's head. Elzebuth rumbled gently, exhaling warm breath that caused his rider's dark hair to ruffle.
"You've been quiet," He growled, rubbing the other's head knobs. "Whatever you're plotting, don't." The dragon's eyes widened, doing his very best to be the picture of innocence. G'ran snorted and thumped his nose fondly before moving to go bathe...
The sooner, the better. Elzebuth said firmly. Agreed?
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 3:05 pm
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