Tinkerbells (Open)

[Wolfy]

Sammira hummed a tuneless song to herself as she worked at the cloth she had proudly woven of silk. She was embroidering bells to celebrate the winter that was whispering in the brisk breeze. She was outside, warmed against the side of her glowing gold Xenith as she slumbered restlessly.

Bells. She had dyed the clothe gold, a suble gold, but gold nonetheless, and the bells were a mixture of bronze, copper, with a few iron and silver. Pretty berries and leaves adorned their tops, almost all of them her favorites of Pern. SHe didn't wish to forget her world, even if she knew she would never fight thread in the Queens' Wings. In the middle was and English translation of a Japanese poem she had found in the library.

Behind her Xenith twitched, growling. She must be hunting in her dreams, she thought with a slight smile. She stood up, turned, and pounced, causing Xenith to open her eyes in shock. She growled at the tiny figure, but stopped as Sammira sent soothing thoughts to her. Oops. Sorry, sweet. I thought you....nevermind. Witrh what might have been a blush beneath her ever so pale hide, she hid her wing teasingly shyly behing a wing momentarily.

"Xenith, you know I wouldn't let anyone get at you while you were asleep," Sammira just as teasingly admonished.

It was the beginning of a fun debate over such things. They liked to debate like this, usually saying supreme nonsense.

[PhazonDragon]

Curiously, Zimanrath found himself outside the dining pavilion that connected to the main hall. His reasons were hardly unknown too. His rider was bombarded with questions as the blue eyed a certain golden form just ahead of him. I’nao, she is a real beauty, is she not? I think I have a chance here. She’s beautiful, and look at how many bronzes are around at this weyr. Hardly any. A blue gentleman like me has a good chance. the blue crooned, crouching in place as he continued to watch the gold dragon as she woke up.

Please, Zi, could you go after the greens with the male riders? They’re so much better. You know how I feel about women... And I prefer men. I’nao mockingly chided the dragon. He slipped on a pair of pants, and was about to walk out of the weyr without a shirt on when he remembered the time of year. “Acht. Fine.” The candidate master pulled out a lightly-colored zip-up sweater, and shoved his arms into the sleeves. He didn’t bother zipping up the jacket, knowing that his chest would only feel restricted, and left his weyr.

But my dear I’nao, Zimanrath started, changing the tone of his voice, I can’t help who I am... And my self is telling me to go after this gold. The blue chuckled, and didn’t wait for I’nao’s response before he stood up straight, and inched inside the main hall to greet the gold with a flourish of words. My lovely golden queen, how are you this day? You’re looking as radiant as ever, perhaps moreso than the Queens of Pern?

The blue had reached the gold dragon and Hers, and had dipped his head in a respectable manner. If I have woken you up, I did not mean to disturb you. You were so captivating that I could hardly stay away. Clearly I’nao thought the blue was overdoing it, since he gave the dragon a mental shove. I’m sorry, my imbecile of a rider seems to think otherwise. Then to His, I’nao, could you not bother me? I think she’s taken by my words...

“Yeah, the words that I’ve used! I’m lucky you didn’t describe the resident gold as a man!” I’nao’s voice boomed down the hallway as he came up to the two dragons and the goldrider. He was scowling, but even a rider couldn’t be mad at his dragon for long. I’nao found the whole thing to be hilarious. “Was my big brute of a blue disturbing you or your dragon, Goldrider?” the bluerider asked, a clear tone of unintentional seductiveness in his voice, despite the fact that he wasn’t interested in females. It was definitely Zimanrath’s flirtatiousness crossing the mental bond. Because I’nao took one look at the feminine outfit of the rider, noting all the little bells and trinkets, and made a mental distaste of them.

[Wolfy]

Don't bealarmed now, but we, friend of mine, are being watched. Sam wiggled her frosted brows mischeiviously, glancing meaningfully toward the place where she had noticed a Blue lurking, watching her interact with the Gold. She had hardly spoken before the Blue spoke up and came out of hiding; in response, Xenith snorted in a mix of sarcasm at Sam and surprise at Zimanrath. Oh, I'm feeling quite well this particular day; maybe not so well as that, though. Ramoth is, by far, the most beautiful Queen of Pern and beyond. Behind her, Sam made a gagging movement which she, like any true Queen, completely ignored until later.

"No, Zimanrath, you didn't wake her; I did, just to be a pain!" Sam butted in, as Xenith frowned and scowled at her. Sam knew she loved the attention; she always did. But sometimes, one just had to draw a line. What he said next didn't quite help Sam towards Xenith, about his rider, but it definately gave her a fit of the giggles, as did what I'nao said in a near roar toward the Blue.

"Of course he wasn't! Nice to have some company every once in a while." She saw his faint flansh of disgust and contempt as he saw the large cloth covering her, to which she scowled. She removed it and stood, showing instead a ice blue colored long sleeved, dress like shirt, dark blue jeans, and knee high Pernese boots. She had a silver charm bracelet on, sporting spheres with painted on dragons of the colors of Pern, some of which had names.

Sam, are you trying to show off? That is my job, you know."

Of course, silly. But I won't have him think that just because I sew I am a ninnie.

Whatever you say, dear. To the pair that had joined them, she murmured in a conspiratory whisper She's trying to Impress you and win a man's heart.

With a sputter of rage, the tiny Queenrider gave the gold a punch near the base of her head.

[PhazonDragon]

The blue cocked a head at the gold’s words. Ramoth? Ramoth is a tarnished metal compared to you. You, my dear, must be worth more than that aging gold. You are younger, and fairer, than Ramoth, my dear Xenith. You should not sell yourself short. Zimanrath found himself inching closer to the gold, but stopped. He would get no closer, especially not until the gold was completely warmed up to his presence. Hm. My rider likes to be a pain too. That’s something they have in common, the blue noted, as he turned his head to watch the goldrider converse with His.

“Humph. Sometimes his company isn’t needed... Or wanted,” I’nao countered with a light shrug, missing the other rider’s scowl, before he noticed Samira taking off her clothes. “Whaa–” he started, worried and confused. Moving a bit fast there? I’nao wasn’t even interested in her! Oh. She was wearing clothes underneath... Dressed in an array of blues and tipped with a silver bracelet on her wrist. The bluerider raised an eyebrow. But the bracelet was nice. Something he could possibly wear, if it wasn’t so bulky. He wanted something sleek and slim, like himself.

Zimanrath chuckled inwardly at I’nao’s thoughts. His rider was so interesting at times. How many turns were they dragon and rider, and the blue was still surprised sometimes. I’nao, is it always clothes-less with you? he chastised his rider privately. It seemed that Xenith and Samira were having their own conversation too, so he was safe. It is a good thing she is not a male, otherwise you would have taken him back to your weyr in a heartbeat, would you not? And what about dear Keltin?

Hey. Don’t bring up Keltin like that. I’nao frowned, looking over at Zimanrath. Sure, I might have run off with her if she was a man, but Keltin’s special. He’s different than most, and I like that. He... really knows how to entertain me, the rider commented, not caring which way the blue took his remark. Samira’s sudden attack on her gold’s hide made I’nao glance back over in worry. “Oh, don’t hurt your dragon... I can’t imagine me hurting Zi like that.”

I’nao. The rider had just missed the words from the gold; for better or for worse, who knew? I must say, she’s going to have a hard time winning I’nao’s heart... Zimanrath commented dryly to the gold. I must say, I’m impressed with her handiwork, if I may call it that, but you’re the most beautiful thing here, Xenith.

[Wolfy]

SHe was ready to let Xenith's whisper go. "Oh, she doesn't mind. It helps her remember that she isn't surrounded by monsters all trying to kill her," she said dryly to the Bluerider, but not without a faint, amused twinkle in her eyes while she watched the Blue edge closer and closer to her Gold. She even smiled faintly until she heard Zimanrath dry comment.

"I'm not trying to win the Candidate Master's heart!" Sam's face looked beyond consternated, it looked downright comicly insane. "Why would I want to impress I'nao? I just didn't want him to think that just because I am a Weaver, that I am a complete ninny!" she stated angrily, quoting what she had just sad to Xenith.

Under the soothing speech from her lovely gold, with the same soothing tome she herself used so often, Sam instantly felt the ebbing away of her temper. "Oh alright!" She, with a comic pout on her tiny face, flopped back down on the ground next to Xenith and watched with mischievious eyes the drama she saw unfolding before her.

Zimarath was a quite handsome Blue, Xenith mused, holding back the information from Sam. But something of the thought must have been emitted, by the way Sam was looking at her. And of course, there was the fact that the little bronze flit Keno was glaring evilly at I'nao and Zimanrath.

Xenith giggled girlishly at the Blue's advancements. Is not all work the work of a Weaver?[/color] she murmured, quoting something she heard somewhere. She made me who I am, just as she made the cloth.[/color] Her eyes whiling with comfortable and happy colors, Keno seemed to have enough.

With a screech, waking green Porli as she slept underneath Sam's bag, he flew at Zimanrath, biting and scratching the whole way.

[PhazonDragon]

“Monsters...?” I’nao briefly wondered at the comment, but Sam’s outburst turned him from those thoughts. “Win my heart? Zi! What on Pern are you saying to that gold?” he raged, throwing his hands up. “I’m not remotely interested in women! You should know that, Zi!” I’nao jabbed a finger at the blue before turning to the junior weyrwoman. “And you! Weaving does not make you a ninny!” The rider rolled his eyes and waved his hand as if dismissing the thought.

Face twisted into a scowl, I’nao very nearly stepped up to tower over Samira sitting on the ground. Instead he placed his hands on his hips and frowned. His head tipped forward as he eyed Sam, only to have his bangs fall into his face. “I’ll have you know that I once--” he paused, contemplating his next words carefully, “Uh. Once met a young weaver. About my height. Raven black hair... Shards, he was beautiful...” I’nao fondly remembered, his thought a flurry of memories that Zimanrath was all too keen to ignore.

The works of a weaver? My dear Xenith, you may have known her since your hatching day, but your splendor could only have been crafted expertly by Faranath herself. Zimanrath had mentally snorted at I’nao’s discomfort, only to ignore him and his musings as he recalled memories from past Flights. I dare say that I have to keep I’nao in line all the time... If only he could be as well behaved as Yours... The blue tried to scoot closer, as if to snuggle with the gold if he so dared, but was stopped by a piercing screech.

A bronze blur assaulted Zimanrath, and the blue hissed as he backed up. The flitter had managed to get in a few scratches, mostly along the blue’s snout, and nothing too serious, but he had touched upon a nerve. Now see here, my tiny bronze cousin! That is no way to treat a relative! As if you would be able to Chase this beautiful gem anyway. Zimanrath reached forward with his head to snort at the bronze. Is this little bronze getting jealous that I would be the one to Chase, and he would stand no chance? the dragon laughed.

[Wolfy]

Silence reigned from the petite Queenrider for several seconds as she stared at I'nao before she wrinkled her nose. "Oooookay, that was not something I wanted to know. Rider to I'nao, Rider to I'nao, come in I'nao. Yikes, and everyone thinks Xenith is bad." Sam grinned, watching the dreamy play of emotions across the Weyrlingmaster's face. She mouthed a silent Wow.

Xenith's eyes whirled ever brighter as she listenned to the growing affectionate comments from Zimanrath. Oh, you would be surprised. She is keeping me in line just as often as I do her. We balance each other, just as you balance I'nao. If I may tell you a secret? She is as bad as he is at times. Sometimes even worse![/i]

It was comfortable where she was in the sunlight. She was enjoying herself in the presence of Sam and her newly found friends. The only thing that could ruin this was Keno's meddlings and jealousies.

I spoke to soon[/color]

"Keno!" Sam jumped forward, alrmed, as she saw the broze streaking through the air toward the small group. "Oh, Faranath, are you alright, Zimanrath?" She grabbed a kicking, hissing Keno, placing both arms around him as he fought to fight his way to the Blue. "I am sooooo sorry! Keno's just, well, he's Keno...." She looked desperately at Xenith to explain.

Xenith sighed, and broadcasted to both dragon and rider. Keno has the tendency to attack dragon or flits who he believes is getting to close to whomever he believes is his daughters or mates. He has to interogate them, watch them, follow them. Only then will he allow anyone to get near daughters, former mates, or myself. Or Sam, even. All potential mates are a threat, he thinks.

"It gets pretty annoying at time. Here, let me...." Shooing a scowling Porli away from her bag, she dug around for a small tub of numbweed (she always had some with her) and a linen cloth (or hankerchief, as the Earthians called them) "May I....?"

[PhazonDragon]

I’nao snapped back to reality at the goldrider’s comment. “Not what you wanted to know? You brought it up, with your talk of weavers,” he retorted light-heartedly. “You’re not my type anyway... Otherwise I would have gladly shared the details.” The bluerider shrugged, and moved to lean against his dragon when there was the disruption with the bronze fire lizard. “Hah, the little guy’s trying to protect his family. How cute. And... Possible mate?” he quipped, “You have explained to him that it’s a bit hard for a fire lizard and a dragon to--”

I’nao! the blue snapped, cutting off his rider. I will not have you being so vulgar around a lady. I apologize for his blunt manners. He really can be a handful at times. Zimanrath rumbled as he settled ruffled nerves, but continued to glare at the bronze flitter, half expecting him to attack again. How rude. Not like a gentledragon at all, he huffed, jerking his chin upwards in a haughty manner.

Pouting, I’nao crossed his arms. “Like you’re one to talk, cutting me off like that. You don’t think I’d use my usual manner of speaking around such an elegant and wonderful woman, would you? You’re lucky you forced those words out of me. How often do I compliment women, right?” He stepped to Zimanrath’s side. “You’re not badly hurt are you?” the rider asked, quickly changing the subject. “He didn’t look like he was going to cause major injury, but just in case...”

The dragon lowered his head, to human-level, to jut into I’nao. I am fine. And look, your ‘elegant and wonderful woman’ is at the ready with... the blue sniffed the air, ... Numbweed. The blue opened his mouth in a small, friendly, draconic grin, and snaked his head closed to the goldrider. You may, elegant lady, the dragon told Samira, making sure his head was at a comfortable level for her height.