Daily Check-Up

[PhazonDragon]

Bored out of his mind, Lawrence sighed and dropped his head into his waiting hands. He sat in the single chair pulled away from the rest, hunched over and with a blank expression on his face. On his back, the black leather jacket was stretched taut--he could feel it through the plain, thin shirt beneath it. He gave quiet snort, like an annoyed dragon, but said nothing. He didn't want to disturb the doctor at work, as much as he disliked his prospects with his new dragon, Elonverrilth. If only the beast didn't hatch with such an awful defect; his forelimbs were completely useless and were kept clutched at his chest in constant reminder. It was almost too good to be true when he was able to between away on the bronze Mnementh. All of Lawrence's hopes of staying away from his "horrible" life on Earth came falling down with the Impression of crippled bronze Elonverrilth.

Lawrence, you know you don't mean that, came the bronze’s smooth reply. I'm sure your life on Earth before I Chose you was fine. The bronze looked over from where he was sitting, rocked back on his haunches. He didn’t look uncomfortable, and had come to enjoy sitting in his position. His long tail was stretched out behind him, keeping his balance. At his chest, Elonverrilth kept his shrunken forelimbs, hugged tightly. The bronze looked around the doctor who had moved into his line of sight. Lawrence? Elonverrilth peered at the weyrling with worried, yellow eyes. He shifted, only to have the doctor place a hand on the dragon's shoulder. Elonverrilth kept still, and opened his wings to allow the human to inspect them.

"What?" Lawrence asked sharply, looking up at the dragon. Ever since arriving, Lawrence had sulked. He took note of the bronze's slight jerk of the head, and stood up. "I don't want to talk right now, thanks." He crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, then walked away, not wanting to watch the boring check-up any longer. It was like this every day now, though the doctor made a point of mentioning that in a few weeks, they could space them out more. Until then, Lawrence had to spend a good thiry minutes to an hour in the infirmary, so one of the doctors could give Elonverrilth a thorough look-over. At least he had Boomerang to entertain him, provided the firelizard was in the area at the time. As of now, he was no where to be seen. Along with the absence of the miniature dragon, there was no one in the infirmary either; Lawrence assumed they were out at lunch, or spending time with their own dragons. Why did he have to Impress such a crippled dragon?

Due to the mental bond, Elonverrilth was paying attention to the inner thoughts of Lawrence. He had recoiled at the out-burst of the young man, but said nothing. The bronze was quite content with staying as still as possible to allow the doctor to finish the check-up. Lawrence, you know I chose you. You were perfect for me. If you were not mine, then I would have no one else. Not one of the other candidates there. Impression wasn't a matter of chance, the bronze reasoned. He watched as his bonded walked away from him, without looking back. When Lawrence said nothing in response, Elonverrilth continued. You did not have to come to Pern. But you chose to, and I'm glad you did. I would not be much help on Pern, so we came to Rocky Weyr, but it is not a bad thing. Here, there is no thread to worry about. And as you were told, the diet that I would get here would be better for my growth, so my wings wouldn't be so fragile. When he said the last sentence, Elonverrilth twitched his wings, flexing the hand-like feature that developed at the end of the forearm of the wing. Despite this helpful addition, walking around was still a problem. He couldn’t easily move from one place to another via walking on his hind legs. He wasn’t built for that. As it stands, flying is his favorite method of travel, but he will walk short distances with the help of his adapted wings.

Ignoring what the bronze said, Lawrence paced in a circle. "It's like I Impressed a bat instead of a dragon... I was never too fond of bats," he muttered. He stared at the floor, and didn't notice the chatter that the bronze firelizard made when he winked in from between. Out of the corner of his eye, Lawrence kept glancing over at the doctor, trying to figure out his progress.

Yes, welcome back, Boomerang. How was your lunch? I will have lunch after this. I do hope we are almost finished. Lawrence, will you ask please? I am getting hungry. Elonverrilth lifted his head to greet the firelizard with a friendly chirp. He allowed the firelizard to latch onto his snout, and crawl around to sit happily on the dragonet's head. Lawrence?

"All right, fine. Hey, Doctor, Elonverrilth wants to know if you are getting close to finishing," Lawrence stopped his pacing to look up and stare at the man, waiting for an answer. He approached slowly, as if hesitant to get closer to the crippled dragon again.

The doctor looked up from his inspection of Elonverrilth's wings, after gently closing them. He pulled off his glasses and breathed on them, then wiped the lens on his coat. "Yes, I'm just about finished for today. Just a few more things. I want to test out Elonverrilth's wings, to see how much they have grown and developed. He's growing normally, as far as I can tell." The doctor shrugged here. "I'm not an expert in Pern dragons yet, since I'm stuck watching the weyrlings grow. However, Miss Faizah's Surth, and Mister Kain's Gorth are prime examples of adult dragons, and I can use them as a gauge. All in all, he's fine. If you will permit me to allow a few tests? Nothing too extensive or demanding. Then he's free to go."

Without consulting Elonverrilth, Lawrence nodded, waving his hand. "Fine. But not too long. I'm hungry too." Lawrence walked away again, this time going farther. He took to inspecting the various medicines and drugs in the cabinets at the far side of the large infirmary. He wished he had his sketchbook, but he left it in his room, not wanting to be seen in public with an out-of-place item under his arm.

[FaizahPandora]

I do not see why we are coming here. I have not had a problem with my wings or leg since I was a Weyrling... Surth complained as Faizah led him into the Infirmiry.

True, Surth hadn't had a problem in years. But that was why they were here every six months. Faizah knew from all her time studying to become a veterinarian that a bone defect doesn't just go away. We will be only a few moments. Stop your complaining... Faizah smiled as she scolded the large white dragon. She looked up, noticed the Weyr's newest Weyrling, and stopped. She had forgotten that Doc was examining him daily for now. "Sorry for budging in here. I can wait for a moment of you time, Doc." Faizah smiled as she beckoned Surth to the side.

Elonverrlth is destressed... Surth informed her as his eyes began to whirl with yellow mixed into the blue.

"Calm down Surth. You can't possibly be helping..." She whispered to him. She looked over to Lawrence and noticed that he looked angry and quite out of place.

[PhazonDragon]

As the doctor went back to looking over Elonverrilth's wings, the bronze returned his own attention to his bonded. If you want to bring your sketchbook, then bring it. I do not see why you can't bring it? You are afraid of what people would think of you? Elonverrilth wondered. The man standing before him grasped his wing gently, and pulled it open. The bronze briefly looked at him, making sure he was not going to injure his preferred method of transport. You should bring it with you everywhere. You are a good artist. I don't see why not.

Lawrence, from his spot across the room, shrugged without looking at the bronze dragon. “It’s not ‘me.’ There’s a standard that I have to live up to. A guy like me doesn’t carry a sketchbook; a guy like me doesn’t draw. Guys like me are supposed to be tough and talk with their fists,” he explained. “That’s why I can’t take it with me where ever I go. That’s why I can’t just show anyone my drawings. What would my mates say if they saw?” The faint clicking of talon against stone made Lawrence snap his mouth shut. He wasn’t about to show that he voiced his problems to a giant bat.

I am not a bat, the bronze prodded, his eyes swirling with yellow still. He saw the white before he heard the tapping of talon. Surth and Faizah are here. Elonverrilth squawked a short greeting to the much larger white dragon and His. Good afternoon, Surth. How are you today?

The doctor looked up from Elonverrilth at the sound of Faizah’s voice. “Ah, good to see you two, Miss Faizah. I was just talking about Surth, and how he’s a great model for what the weyrlings are going to grow to be. Yes, yes, just wait a few moments. I’d like to finish with Elonverrilth, then I’ll take look at Surth.” He grinned at the Weyrwoman, then stepped back from the bronze. “Now then, if you’ll just walk a few steps forward, using your wings.”

Elonverrilth dipped his head in compliance, and dropped his wings forward to place them firmly on the ground. He took a two steps forward, looked over at the doctor, and proceeded with another two when he nodded.

"Looking good. You're not showing as much strain as you did when you first arrived. Definitely, the new diet here has strengthened your muscles and bones. I dare say you might be able to get some use in those forelimbs of yours? It's possible. I mean, you can twitch them already, so we'll see. Any questions?" He looked up from his inspection of Elonverrilth's wing-hands to stare into the green-yellow eyes of the bronze, as if expecting the dragon to say something. Abruptly, the doctor shook his head, now realizing that the dragon wouldn't talk out loud, and turned to face Lawrence. "Well?"

I have none.

Lawrence twisted around with a quick sigh. "None. Elonverrilth has none, and I have none. Is that all?" He was already taking a brisk walk to the entrance, ready to leave before Weyrwoman Faizah asked him any questions.

[FaizahPandora]

Surth turned his head to look at the young bronze with one whirling blue eye. I am fine. though mineFaizah does not believe so. How are you and Yours doing?[/color] Surth asked in response to Elonverrilth's querry.

Faizah smiled at the doctor. Of course her Surth was a fine example of a dragon, especially the whites. When the doctor said that they were done and had turned to ready his intruments once more, Faizah took her chance. She walked up to Lawrence and gently tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "Lawrence, is there a problem?" She asked, looking at Elonverrilth out of the corner of her eyes. Even to her the bronze looked down about something...

[PhazonDragon]

At having no questions, Elonverrilth sat back on his haunches. He peered up at the huge white, regarding the older dragon with reverence. I am glad to see that you are fine. We are fine as well, though Lawrence is being difficult, Elonverrilth replied to Surth. He slowly looked back over at where Lawrence was heading out of the infirmary. Oh, it seems Lawrence wants to leave. I will see you later, Surth. Elonverrilth fell onto his wing-hands again, and trotted over to where Lawrence was waiting, only to see the weyrling be stopped by a concerned Faizah.

"Lawrence, is there a problem?" Faizah asked, tapping the young man on the shoulder.

Lawrence brushed the touch off. This was the one thing that he wanted to avoid: contact with the administration to this awful home. And he really thought he could get in and out without Faizah asking him any questions. Lawrence should know better than to doubt that the weyrwoman would be concerned with her young charges. “I’m fine,” Lawrence spat. “There is no problem here. Come on, Elonverrilth!” He rudely shoved past Faizah, not daring to make eye contact with the weyrwoman. Lawrence motioned the bronze forward with a sharp gesture. He didn’t want to stay here any longer. He was fed up with these daily visits, and he was fed up with authority!

Lawrence! Surth, I must apologize for the way Mine is acting... I feel as though I did something wrong. Lawrence, you should respect the Weyrwoman, and say you are sorry for the way you spoke to her. Elonverrilth’s eyes whirled an alarmed and angry red-yellow as he bugled his displeasure with the way Lawrence was acting. The bronze jumped in front of His, blocking the way. You WILL apologize! the angry bronze demanded of the weyrling.

[FaizahPandora]

Faizah stumbled to the side, glad that she had the balance of a cat. Surth's tail swept around and before her, staying between her and Lawrence. Stop... Something is bothering him to make him act so rashly! Faizah told Surth. Then the white cocked his head to the side a moment before he calmed slightly. His tail still kept Faizah and Lawrence apart, but he seemed content with something that Elonverrilth said.

Do not allow him to leave without apologizing, mineFaizah. He should show respect for his Weyrwoman. And his behavior is demeaning to both himself and you.[/color] Surth's eyes whirled with reds and yellows.

[PhazonDragon]

Startled at the swiftness of the bronze, Lawrence stumbled back a step. When he regained his posture, he snorted, not trusting himself to say anything. The weyrling clenched his teeth and balled his hands into fist. "Elonverrilth, we are leaving," he muttered, now trying to walk around the bronze. He was vaguely aware of the tail of the white dragon behind him, separating him from the weyrwoman. Like he would want to bother with her anyway. Lawrence side-stepped around the bronze, only to have Elonverrilth shift to block his way again. "Elonverrilth!"

You will apologize, the bronze said again, but this time with less force. He still kept his body in the way of Lawrence, so the weyrling could not leave. Elonverrilth held out his wings, high above his head, to appear larger to the young man. You are not allowed to leave until you do. Elonverrilth growled, lowering his head to hold it level with Lawrence’s face. The bronze was breathing heavily, sucking in air through his nostrils, and expelling it into Lawrence’s face, ruffling up the man’s hair.

Lawrence stared defiantly back, into the eyes of the crippled dragon. He looked as if he was going to take another chance at dodging around the bronze, but he thought better of it. After all, with the dragon breathing into his face, he was about ready to charge. Without turning around, Lawrence said through gritted teeth, “Sorry Weyrwoman Faizah. I’m not in the mood to talk right now.” The words were forced, and it was a battle in itself for Lawrence to spit them out of his mouth. Once he did, he stared back up at the bronze, as if searching for a sign of approval.

Elonverrilth avoided the eye contact of Lawrence. I may not like the way you act right now, but I chose you to be my rider. I chose you for a reason. he said simply to the weyrling. Elonverrilth looked over Lawrence, and spotted the doctor in the back, shying away from the site. Though he wasn’t afraid of dragons anymore, an angry one was a force to be reckoned with. The bronze turned his attention to Surth, making sure the Weyrwoman was fine and uninjured. Is Yours alright, Surth? Lawrence was brash, and I do not approve of his actions.

[FaizahPandora]

Nor do I, but thankfully Yours did her no harm...[/color] Surth answered the young bronze.

"Okay, Surth. This is ridiculous. Move your tail and let Doc take a look at you..." Faizah glared at the white with the swirling red eyes. Faizah then turned to Lawrence and the young bronze. "You are free to go. But Lawrence..." Faizah paused for a moment. She thought she might know what was going on, but she didn't want to seem brash or intrusive. "... If there's anything you need to talk about, you're more than welcome to seek me or Kain out." Faizah gave Lawrence a small smile, even though she doubt her saw it.

[yaoiwafflez]

There was a rumbling purr of pleasure as Synth and K'ryn emerged from one of the many dragon-sized passages to the infirmary. The pale creature sang a greeting to the great white she'd come to recognize as the Weyrwoman's and trilled a lighter, somewhat more flirtatious note to the bronze.
Greetings, my great Surth, and greetings as well to the handsome bronze.

K'ryn slid around his beloved green's side, only to nearly collide with the bronze.
"Oh. It appears there's something of a wait, I see."

Indeed. I sense tension, my love. Watch your step. Synth slid to the side of the hall, pressing herself out of the way to allow the weyrlings to pass if they so wished it. She had to adjust her wings a few times, trying to get the torn edges to fold correctly without causing her too much pain.

Be at peace. I promise not to cause any trouble. A tiny smile crept across his face, and he seemed to contemplate the situation. Not TOO much, anyway. Synth?

With a heavy sigh, the white-pale creature stretched herself out again, standing behind hers and wincing slightly at the lights from the infirmary. She sent the odd-looking bronze a wordless greeting, and arranged herself to almost pose like a cat.
Do not get yourself in another fight, my dear one. We do not BOTH need to be in the healer's care.

K'ryn blew off her warning with a gesture of his hand, and glanced at the near-seething young man.
"Something bothering you, by any chance?" He murmured, just loud enough that he could possibly pretend to have said nothing if the weyrling reacted badly. Then again, Synth was easily a match for the bronze at his current size, and she'd never let him get hurt. He hoped.

"Or maybe you're just moody, eh?"

[FaizahPandora]

Faizah sighed. What was with everyone wanting to fight suddenly?! Was there too much testosterone in the Weyr??? She turned to K'yrn and smiled. "You would be trying to cause trouble, would you K'yrn?"

Greetings to you, Synth. Surth said with a nodd of his head. He had something of a soft spot for the pale and suffering green.

[PhazonDragon]

Elonverrilth gave Surth a slight nod. I am glad Lawrence did not hurt Yours. Again, I am sorry for his actions. He doesn't like to be bossed around... the bronze said, trying to explain Lawrence’s behavior. At that moment, a pale green made her appearance, also trying to get into the infirmary. Elonverrilth and Lawrence were in the way, however, and the green’s rider barely escaped from bumping into Elonverrilth. Hello elder green, the bronze greeted, taking an awkward note of the flirtatious tone of the green’s mindvoice. He wasn’t old enough to Chase yet…

Now that there was a hold-up at the entrance to the infirmary, the lone doctor on duty made an effort to scuttle around the two protective dragons to see who else was coming in. “Oh, it’s Synth, and not anyone in too bad a shape… Hey, you two are holding up the line. Lawrence, Elonverrilth is fine now, and I don’t appreciate you picking fights in my infirmary. If you have nothing else to do, you might as well leave, or get out of the way so others can come in.” The doctor placed his hands on his hips and scowled at the young weyrling.

He is right, Lawrence. We need to leave. It may be large in here, but it does no good when no one can get in. The bronze gave Lawrence a gentle nudge, and moved to curl around behind him. If you cannot say anything nice now, you better later, when you have calmed down, Elonverrilth commented, much like a parent. Lawrence shifted, his eyes narrowed in frustration, but ready to leave.

"Something bothering you, by any chance? Or maybe you're just moody, eh?"

The remark made him stop in his tracks. Lawrence was in the middle of leading Elonverrilth out of the way when the greenrider had the nerve to insult Lawrence with his comment. And to his face to boot! Shooting a dirty look at the greenrider, Lawrence said, “I don’t need your sassy remarks, greenrider. And I sure as hell don’t need a ‘weyrwoman’ to watch over me and tell me what to do.”

Elonverrilth snapped at this. Lawrence! I've had enough of that. The bronze nosed Lawrence to the side, out of the way of the green, and sat, protectively wrapping his tail around the man. We're not leaving, despite how hungry I am, until you apologize. Elonverrilth’s eyes were now a pure, dangerous red, and his tail forks thrashed in place, threatening to whip Lawrence’s arm and face.

[yaoiwafflez]

((I have no idea where this post went. I think my brain turned off. Feel free to tell K'ryn off for being a jerk. And...I reaaaallllly don't know why Synth is so upset. I guess she likes Faizah and Surth?

Anyway. Feel free to get him in as much trouble as you want, Faizah/Phazzy. I don't care, and I've lost my mind on this post, so I'll leave it as is.))


The green trilled happily and seemed quite proud of Surth greeting her. She too was quite fond of the large white, and she found him quite pleasing.
Synth was amused at first by the conversation, and she sent affectionate and slightly teasing thoughts at the Bronze.
Relax, youngling. I am only teasing-
Her thoughts cut off abruptly, and she narrowed her eyes to stare at the young man who had spoken so to her chosen.

K'ryn seemed a bit taken aback too. He'd been in the middle of answering the Weyrwoman-
"Ah, Weyrwoman. I'd never intentionally cause you any-"
When he caught the young man's words. "-erk. Beg pardon?" He frowned at the young man, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring. "Do you want to repeat that? Because, you realize, from where I'm standing, one of us here has years of experience, and the other, despite the possible rank of his dragon in the future, is still a youngling who seems to be determined to pick a fight over some few words which were intended, not to insult, but to be a simple greeting." He paused, and took a deep breath. He rarely spoke in sentences that long; and yet, his tone was purely neutral.
"If just that offended you, you'll never make any sort of successful bronzerider." He said with the faintest hint of a sneer- alright, the facade of neutrality had slipped, but really, what kind of a person wouldn't have taken some offense at that?

Synth snorted angrily and curled one arm around her bonded, her eyes swirling a pale pink- as deep as her eyecolor could go.
Bronze one, you have been nothing but polite. Yours, however... She hissed softly, and lowered her head; despite the inherent size difference between the colors, she was larger than the bronze's current size. Boy, She spoke directly to Lawrence now, and her tone was dangerous It would do you well to apologize to minelove, lest I feel the need to physically remind you that I have teeth longer than your fingers.

K'ryn turned to his dragon, surprised by her anger, and murmured something to her. He ran a hand along her eyeridges soothingly.
"Relax. I am not in any danger, and you're hardly the violent type. Do. Not. Bite. Him." He scolded her lightly, tapping her muzzle with each word.
Synth snorted again, but slipped past the bronze into the infirmary, nodding politely to the doctor, though her posture was still stiff with insult, and she was watching hers warily.

K'ryn sighed, and shook his head.
"Whatever your problem may be, I don't care. But insulting the Weyrwoman is hardly something I can accept." He stood back, seeming like he was expecting something. (Though, truly, even he wasn't quite sure what. This whole thing had somehow gotten a little out of control, he thought. Synth's reaction still had him stunned.)

[FaizahPandora]

"Wait a minute!" Faizah yelled, effectively getting everyone's attention. Even Surth looked down at her as if she had suddenly srouted two heads. "Lawrence, while I do not take insult from your actions, I am not here to tell you what to do with your life. At this point, could honestly care less what you did with your life so long as it didn't compromise Elonverrilth. I am simply here to teach you how to care for and live in peace with your dragon." Faizah turned away from the young BronzeWeyrling with a wave of her hand. She looked at K'yrn and Synth. "And K'yrn... unlike on Pern I am quite capable of defending myself, although I do appreciate your actions. Now please, calm your Synth and allow the doctor to take a look at her. Surth and I are in no hurry." with that Faizah turned back to Surth.

Surth gave a small pruum. You are beginning to act like a Weyrwoman. I am proud of you, minelove. Surth turned his head to Synth, his eyes whirling with a bit of green and blue. I am impressed with your defence of Yours. It is an honor to share a Weyr with such a green.

[PhazonDragon]

[ooc: By the way, anyone can take control of the doctor if they want. ._. He’s not a character exclusive to me. Lawrence needs someone to put him in his place… Lol and Boomerang kinda disappeared from the area. Hah.]

Lawrence glared at the greenrider when he spoke nonsense back to him, greatly disliking his tone of voice. So what if the rider had more experience than him…? He was old (and this is Lawrence attempting to get back at the greenrider), while Lawrence was young. The old are not going to assume command of society, the young are. In truth, he was offended by the greenrider’s words. He wasn’t going to bother with learning his name, but those words stung.

Boy, it would do you well to apologize to minelove, lest I feel the need to physically remind you that I have teeth longer than your fingers.

Lawrence needed no convincing after that mental invasion of the green. He stood his ground, glaring defiance into the red eyes of the green. His mental state, however, was not on the same track. He recoiled from the threat of the green, and Elonverrilth felt this.

I may be polite, but I do not take kindly to threats to Lawrence. Despite his distinctly smaller size compared to the green, Elonverrilth felt the need to bare his own teeth, and curled himself tighter around His. You will not harm him. Boomerang had long since disappeared, clearly not interested in taking part in the hatefest in the infirmary. Elonverrilth was glad for it, since he would have sent the bronze firelizard away at this time anyway.

"Wait a minute! Lawrence, while I do not take insult from your actions, I am not here to tell you what to do with your life. At this point, could honestly care less what you did with your life so long as it didn't compromise Elonverrilth. I am simply here to teach you how to care for and live in peace with your dragon."

The sudden sharpness in tone of the weyrwoman made both Lawrence and Elonverrilth direct their attention to her—and that was just as well, for she addressed Lawrence. If she didn’t shout out to get his attention, Elonverrilth would have to had tried that, and unsuccessfully at that.

“Good, because I don’t need you to tell me what to do with my life,” Lawrence said, or started to say. Elonverrilth, not wanting to provoke anything further, chose that moment to catch Lawrence off-guard and pull him closer to his own body. All that Lawrence managed to squeak out was “Guh—“ before he was roughly pulled backwards by the bronze. Elonverrilth!

The bronze tactfully pulled the weyrling off to the side, and closer to the entrance. That is enough out of you. I WILL NOT have you provoke anyone else. The next thing that comes out of your mouth will be an apology. To whom, it is up to you, but we are not leaving until you do. The bronze’s eyes were now rapidly swirling with reds and yellows as he watched over his rider, and cautiously kept an eye on the green.

[yaoiwafflez]

K'ryn bowed his head an murmured a sort of snickering apology at Faizah's tone.
"Of course. I'm sorry, Faizah. I'll keep that in mind." He said, though he was hard-pressed to restrain his smile. Oh, he could seriously get to liking this woman, he decided. She was...interesting.
"Synth? Let the doctor see you, love. I want to make sure your wings aren't getting any worse."

He stood to the side, and waved her into the infirmary. She didn't immediately move in, instead regarding the bronze for a moment.
Bronze one. You are noble, to protect yours so. I would have dragged mine away with my teeth had he been so rude to another. I have done so in the past. She seemed to regard the bronze, then slipped past him, apparently no longer interested in arguing. I'll not hurt yours. You have my word.
K'ryn slapped her flank as she moved past, and she snorted at him, but in an affectionate sort of way. K'ryn just smiled fondly at her and leaned back against the wall in the hallway to wait. He chose (and rather wisely) to ignore the bronze weyrling still nearby.

Synth flicked her tail playfully in Surth's direction as she passed him, acting like a cat as she arched her back and gave a rumbling purr-like bugle.
You think so, Surth? I find it quite an Honor to be a part of a Weyr led by one so strong as you. She curved her neck and shook her head, and her eyes whirled a flattered sky-blue. But I appreciate the compliment.

The doctor gestured for her to give him one of her wings, and she obeyed, though she grimaced as he inspected the torn edge.
Ouch. Please be careful. She regarded the doctor with distaste, who simply looked a little startled at the fact she spoke to him, and not through K'ryn. But he inspected her other wing with more delicacy.

[FaizahPandora]

Surth watched Synth curiously, his eyes whirling gently a deeper sapphire blue. Faizah saw this and burst out laughing. Surth looked over at her, his eyes whirling a little faster and with a little suspicious yellow mixed in. What is it minelove? Why do you laugh?

Faizah laughed again as she reached up and soothingly scratched his eyeridges. "She is flirting with you, Surth."

[nooneseesme]

Senoskae led Pepsith towards the Infirmiry, only to stop short of the entrance. There were quiet a line... He looked over at Pepsith who was gasping just from the small climb to the Infirmiry. And without a second thought Senoskae was next to his brown dragonette, comforting him and holding his head as the brown caught his breath. Even so, Senoskae could not stop Pepsith from greeting the other dragons.

Greetings white Surth, green Synth and bronze Elonverrilth. How are you this day?

"Pepsith... Please wait until you catch your breath to speak..." Senoskae whispered to the weak dragonette.

Pepsith snorted slightly, raising his head from Senoskae's arms. Mindspeech doesn't take any breath more than breathing does, Sen'kae. The brown's eyes whirled with blues and greens as he looked at His.

Senoskae just shook his head slightly before leading the dragonette past Elonverrilth and Lawrence, then next to Faizah and white Surth. "Hello, weyrwoman. How are you today?" He asked out of curtesy.

[PhazonDragon]

Bronze one. You are noble, to protect yours so. I would have dragged mine away with my teeth had he been so rude to another. I have done so in the past. I'll not hurt yours. You have my word.

Elonverrilth hardly twitched as he stood off to the side, still curled around Lawrence. He took little notice of the green’s words, but managed to give her a short, stiff nod. Good. I trust you, was all he said to the Synth. He spent the next few seconds just sitting there. The weyrling pair was out of the way of major traffic, so there was no harm in Elonverrilth protectively shielding Lawrence. The bronze did shuffle backwards slightly, to allow the green to pass. Elonverrilth kept an eye on Synth’s rider, quickly learning that he was the one who sparked the strong reaction from Lawrence. The weyrling was still boiling over in between Elonverrilth’s wings and tail, but he was unable to move. Lawrence was getting fed up with being hidden by the bronze dragonet.

Elonverrilth, let me go. We are leaving, he thought, not trusting his mouth to speak for him. His eyebrows were angled sharply, nearly meeting each other above his eyes. His fist was clenched tightly, and his teeth even tighter. That… That greenrider! He fumed. How dare he talk to him like that, experience or not? His arms shaking slightly, Lawrence placed his hands on the bronze’s tail. Come on, let me out of here. We are leaving, he repeated to the dragonet, while pushing at the tail of Elonverrilth.

Elonverrilth didn’t budge. We are not leaving, Lawrence. We are staying until you say you are sorry for your actions. They were unjust. One does not verbally attack the weyrwoman or another rider. We are not leaving until you apologize, and I don't care how hungry I get. Elonverrilth would have said more, for his mindvoice made a little noise indicating the start of a sentence, but he stopped himself as a brown entered the infirmary. Despite it’s size, the infirmary was now getting crowded. Perhaps Elonverrilth and Lawrence would have to leave after all. We are good today, brown Pepsith. Though Lawrence is being difficult. The bronze’s eyes swirled red and yellow as he looked down at the weyrling held in place by his tail. We may be leaving soon... Elonverrilth muttered, mostly to himself and Lawrence. It was getting a bit crowded.

[yaoiwafflez]

((Exposition!Doctor returns triumphant, and with pointless inner dialogue! Also, K'ryn is an idiot. * I just wrote India. Why, typo, why?))

Synth sighed loudly at the Bronze's thoughts, mildly annoyed that she'd upset him, startling the doctor into a muffled yelp as he jerked back. He regained his composure fairly quickly, however, and he just smiled as the pale creature looked down at him.

He could have sworn the damn dragon looked amused... He just chuckled and continued his examination. He'd have to get used to them, wouldn't he.... so unlike any other animal he'd ever seen.

Synth rumbled a very quiet greeting to the brown one that had entered.
Greetings. How are you feeling today, handsome brown Pepsith?

K'ryn raised an eyebrow at his dragon, but could only just shake his head and smile. Synth really never gave up, did she? Then again, that was a common trait between them. He also couldn't restrain the smug smirk that crossed his face as he kept watching the little bronze protect his and chastise him at the same time. What had been that odd phrase that one Earth weyrling had used? Ah, yes.
Something along the lines of "Karma's a bitch."
(An odd turn of phrase, but he had learned Karma was just another way of saying he got what he deserved. Or something.)

Synth caught his train of thought and sent a severe glare his way, her eyes tinting to a washed out red and orange-cream color.
K'ryn just laughed, and pushed away from the wall, straightening up and waving a greeting to the brown weyrling.

"Good day, brown one and rider. How are you this, exceedingly pleasant afternoon?" K'ryn chirped, almost sickening happy-sounding. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't doing it solely for the purpose of pissing off that little self-entitled, arrogant, grouchy little bronze weyrling.
"I so hope you're enjoying Rocky, my new friend. Since it seems some here just can't be polite, now, can they?"
He smiled cheerfully at Lawrence, and wiggled his fingers in the most obnoxious wave he could muster. "But we mustn't let ignorant young upstarts ruin what looks to be a pleasant, albeit rainy, night."

Synth let loose a low growl of disapproval.
I refuse to help you with this one. Now you are simply goading the young one on. Has Faizah's warning not been enough for you? Or have you forgotten the past few minutes already?[/i]

[FaizahPandora]

Greetings to you Pepsith. How are you feeling this day? Surth asked politely in responce to the young brown's greeting.

"K'ryn..." Faizah gave him a stern look that said her patience was running thin. "I am not afraid to smack some sense into you..."

[nooneseesme]

Senoskae was surprised at the Weyrwoman's tone and threat towards the green rider. He must have really ticked her off. She had been nothing but polite and kind ever since he had gotten there. With a nudge from Pepsith Senoskae smiled at the green rider, K'ryn.

"I am enjoying the afternoon and Rocky in general. Pepsith and I are quite content to be here."

Pepsith rumbled in happiness as his eyes began to whirl a brighter blue in pleasureShe called me handsome, Sen'kae. Pepsith was very pleased as he turned back to respond to the other dragons. First the brown turned his attention to green Synth. I am good today Synth. Yourself? Pepsith then turned to Surth and gave a worldess responce that he was feeling well. Last Pepsith turned his head to glancce at Elonverrilth and Lawrence. That is sad to hear, Elonverrilth. Sen'kae is more social than I am, so I can not imagine what it must be like. . .

[PhazonDragon]

Elonverrilth chose to ignore the sigh he heard from Synth, knowing full well that with his rider’s mood rubbing off onto him, he would be ready to snap like Lawrence. It also took a great deal of self-restraint to hold himself back when the green’s rider looked smugly over at Lawrence. The bronze snorted defiantly, turning away from the greenrider. He was better than him… He reassured himself, though the still bubbling rage of his rider was building up inside him. Lawrence, are you calm yet? The bronze asked, even if he already knew the answer.

Elonverrilth, we are leaving, Lawrence stated simply, pushing against the thick bronze tail that barricaded his way. The bronze resisted gently, but gradually uncurled his tail. It’s about time… Lawrence still didn’t trust his mouth to speak. He had caught the look from the greenrider, and he wasn’t going to let it slide, if it wasn’t for the infernal crippled dragon that kept his retorts at bay. Lawrence was about to step away from the protective cripple when a familiar and now-loathed voice broke into his ears.

"I so hope you're enjoying Rocky, my new friend. Since it seems some here just can't be polite, now, can they? But we mustn't let ignorant young upstarts ruin what looks to be a pleasant, albeit rainy, night."

Certainly, if Lawrence was a dragon, his eyes would be a bright, angry, rapidly swirling red. “Hey!” he shouted, twirling around on the spot, “If you have more to say, say it to my face!” Lawrence challenged. Elonverrilth saw it coming, and he reacted, but not quickly enough. Lawrence’s sentence made it through before the bronze was able to shield his rider away. Lawrence was nearly swept off his feet. Elonverrilth stepped in front of him, again, blocking his view of the greenrider. All for the better, he supposed, as long as he wouldn’t have to see the rider’s face again.

Lawrence! the Bronze snapped at the weyrling. His eyes swirled over with red, and yellow with worry for His. That was out of line, Elonverrilth broadcasted to the gathering of dragons and riders. Though whether he meant K’ryn’s taunting or Lawrence’s reaction, one would have to ask. The bronze narrowed his eyes, stepping back and away from the greenrider. He wanted nothing to do with the rider that would provoke His so much. The green, Synth was kind enough, but that rider was something else. In the drama, Elonverrilth barely hear, much less comprehended what Pepsith said.

[yaoiwafflez]

((K'ryn's a jackass. This has just been proven. And he's probably going to get thrashed. Guys, feel free to cause him physical harm, you have my permission to hit him. Just nothing too serious, kay?))

Synth eyed the bronze carefully, but did not make a move to protect hers. She'd given him fair warning, if he chose to instigate the already-angry weyrling he would get what he deserved. Privately, she thought the weyrwoman had the right idea.
Surth, you really should let yours hit him. He is being...himself. She turned to regard the bronze again. Elonverrilth, you are correct, at least on the part of my very badly behaved beloved. He is acting with no more sense than an addled wherry.

K'ryn could only barely hold back a giggle at Lawrence's reaction. How very...youthful. However, when Synth began to display her own annyoance with him, the entire situation became just too amusing.
He spread his arms in a gesture that could have meant 'I'm unarmed, and mean no offense' or, alternatively, 'Come and get some, kid.'

"I'm sorry, that was terribly rude of me. My...apologies." he had to speak slowly, of he'd have burst out laughing. He knew it was stupid, really he did, but there was far too much temptation to goad the young man on to stop now. Even if Faizah really looked like she was going to start beating him any second now. He wondered if he could dodge the blow from this distance...

He doubted it.
This was very likely going to hurt.

That didn't stop him in the least.

"I'd say they were sincere apologies, but I'd be lying. I'm very much trying to to get you angry, its true. And my fosterer taught me that was a very bad thing to do- lying, I mean." He smiled again, this time acting perfectly in a way to drive the boy mad as fast as possible.
"Obviously your mother never taught you properly."
And now, the finishing touch, and what would likely get him in a LOT of trouble.
"After all, You're acting like a spoiled child over something as pointless as a little good-humored teasing. Did I miss something, or are you just too much of a spoiled holdbrat to have learned you can't always have your way?"

Synth tensed up, shutting her eyes and letting out a low groan.
Oh dear. She'd protect him if it came to it, but maybe he wouldn't be stupid enough to go on?

"You know, I think a spanking and some stricted rules would do you good, child. You need some authority in your life."

Synth reluctantly opened one eye to peer at him. No, no luck. He really was that dumb.

[FaizahPandora]

Oh dear... I think she is going to hit him whether I could hold her back or not. Surth commented as he saw Faizah's face turn stone hard and her entire body tensed. He hadn't seen her angry often before (most of the time it took weeks to make her angry. But Faizah did not do well with fighting in the Weyr) but when she was this was the typical sight. Surth turned back to Synth. I apologize ahead of time for whatever she does to him. She is often rash when others fight around her.

Faizah left Surth's side, nearly growling as she approached Lawrence and K'ryn. The fact that K'ryn continued to fight with Lawrence after being warned several times... It made her blood boil. And she hadn't been in a good mood to begin the day with anyway. As Faizah finished her thought she found herself between Lawrence and K'ryn. She looked at Elonverrilth. "Please take Lawrence away from here. Perhaps if K'ryn has no one to prod at he won't be getting in trouble." Faizah turned her back on the bronze, knowing that she could trust him atleast not to take offense and to quickly get Lawrence out of the Infirmiry. Then she turned her attention back to K'ryn.
Faizah glared once at K'ryn before she slapped him hard across the face. Almost instantly it left a red hand print on his cheek. Faizah then got into his face and asked, "Do you have anything to say for yourself in terms of defence?" Faizah's tone gave no room for anything except what she asked.

[PhazonDragon]

Elonverrilth, you are correct, at least on the part of my very badly behaved beloved. He is acting with no more sense than an addled wherry.

Elonverrilth hummed softly at the voice of the green. But Lawrence needs to know when to let things go, the bronze pointed out with a bit of disdain. He continued to edge away from the greenrider in particular, shoving Lawrence forward along with him. The main goal here was to put as much distance between the rider and the weyrling as possible. However, even that was getting hard to do when the K’ryn decided to goad on the weyrling even more, with that mocking laugh and enduring sneer. Elonverrilth narrowed his eyes still, keeping a watchful orb on the rider.

With each word that escaped the greenrider’s mouth, Lawrence threw a fit. He struggled against the thick tail that was the only thing keeping him in his place. When he had commanded for the rider to say it to his face, he didn’t mean it literally.. Lawrence meant for the rider to keep his trap shut. Too bad he was too thick-headed to understand that point! “Elonverrilth, let me go!” Lawrence demanded, now trying to climb over the bronze’s tail so that he could get to K’ryn, and hopefully him rip limb from bloody limb.

You will not! Elonverrilth protested against the murderous thought that crossed Lawrence’s mind. Protectively, Elonverrilth found his wings shielding the weyrling once again. We are leaving now. You will not harm a rider. That is disrespectful. I will not stand for it, Lawrence! You need to learn to-- the bronze reprimanded His until the appearance of the Weyrwoman between the opposing pairs cut him short.

“Please take Lawrence away from here. Perhaps if K'ryn has no one to prod at he won't be getting in trouble."

Elonverrilth curtly nodded his head at the Weyrwoman, then looked down at Lawrence. What Weyrwoman Faizah said. I will not tolerate this, both of these. You acting so rashly, and K'ryn leading you on. Elonverrilth, not caring if he made Lawrence look like a young canine, bent over to grab the fuming weyrling by the back of his shirt. He lifted Lawrence up, snorting defiance at K’ryn, and forcefully carried the growling Lawrence out of the infirmary.