A time to feed

[redwerecat]

((I think I'm alright to post here~ And I'm taking a stab at the fact that Liam's the tallest, too. Erm...nope, I'm right... He's just a bit taller than Kain...tell meh' if you need me to fix that, then.))

Skirth flared his wings proudly at the bronze's words. It still seemed as if the younger dragon had made some sort of idol out of the larger bronze; the black one certainly seemed to want to show off for Gorth at every possible turn, and certainly seemed awed and thrilled by the bronze's presence.
Thank you! But not so fearsome as you, I think. Any bronze on Pern would be shamed by you.
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Liam looked slightly taken aback, and his eyes went wide as he completely forgot every single question that he had ever possibly wanted to ask.
"...ah..." He said eloquently. He stared at Hy'ka for a moment more, then shook his head, remembering.
"Well, now I feel like an idiot. But at least I remembered."

He pushed back from where he'd been leaning on one of the fences keeping the livestock in, and waved an arm at the dragons.
"These guys, the dragons. Why...how..." He made an annoyed noise as he tried to figure out how to ask this one.
"What makes them need us? Why do they impress? I mean, the fire lizards and those...lumpy things, I forget what they're called, they didn't all have human partners. What makes the dragons different?"

He avoided making eye contact with Hy'ka at that point, not sure how the Pernese weyrling would react to that sort of question. He'd seen the way most of the riders on Pern regarded their dragons, and every time he tried to ask Skirth, all he got was confusion, and sometimes sadness, as if the dragon seemed to think Liam were questioning his choice. It was hardly that way, but Liam was just so...baffled...at how something that was literally an alien creature could act as if he was the other half of Liam's...well, soul, for lack of a better term.

"Sorry...I...just don't get it. " He mumbled quickly, scrambling to think of anything else to cover the question. "And...uh...what IS the deal with those...thicker creatures? The ones with the small wings, ...whers, I thought they were called?"

He glanced over one shoulder as he saw a flash of color out of the corner of his eye; a young woman and her green approached. He would have give more attention to them, but a little blue something-or-other distracted him.
And began inspecting his head.
Liam stood rather still and waited for the blue to finish up, though he was hard-pressed to suppress a snort of laughter.
"Can I help you with something?" He asked the blue very courteously.

[PhazonDragon]

Hy’ka patiently awaited a question from the brown weyrling. Upon receiving one, he was about to answer, only to have a blue firelizard fly up and disturb the peace. The annoying flitter landed on Liam’s head, and promptly began to immerse himself in the light blond hair. “The flitter must like your hair. Or your height,” Hy’ka commented, barking out a brief bout of laughter. “But as for your question, on why dragons need us, I don’t even know,” he shrugged, folding his arms against his chest. “But one thing is commonly known: dragons are telepathic beings. This much I know. Plus, I said before that if a hatchling does not find His, then he will go between.”

He noticed how Liam averted his eyes. “You don’t need to look away.” Hy’ka crouched down to make eye contact with the brown weyrling. “I can’t expect an Earthian weyrling to know much about the Pernese creatures. They are called whers, yes. Firelizards don’t have the same mental capacity as dragons. They form bonds with humans, yes, but it’s not always a close one. In fact, if a human dies, the firelizard does not always go between. They are likely to return to the wild. Whers are the same way, but whers can reimpress to another handler.” While Hy’ka was explaining this, a girl came up to the group. She was around Hy’ka’s age, he guessed, and Impressed an interesting dragon. At first, Hy’ka thought it was a wher, which would be ironic, but a second look proved it to be a green dragon without any wings.

Greetings, green sister, Brynath said quietly. He was getting tired now, but determined to stay awake. Plus, the blue flitt’s sudden attack of the brown weyrling’s hair kept the blue up, mostly due to the absurd situation. I am Brynath, and that is Mine, Hy'ka. He is the one dressed differently and squatting. Brynath left the remains of his meal behind to hop-skip his way over to the fence, where he stretched his neck out to meet the wingless green. Who are you, and who is yours?

Still crouching, Hy’ka looked up at the girl. “A new weyrling? Someone I have yet to meet! I am Hy’ka, and Brynath is my blue over there,” he stood up, and pointed over to the blue dragon, whom he expected to be further inside the pen. Instead he was now up at the fence, and inspecting the green who arrived with the young woman. Brynath, if you want to meet this green so bad, come on over here, he poked the blue mentally. At his words, Brynath snorted, and climbed over the small fence to approach the green. “Can I assume that the wingless green is yours? Oh, does that answer your question, Liam? Or do you want to know more about the whers?” he wondered, since the brown weyrling did ask about them…

[mahbell]

K'asta watched the riders chat and sighed. She longed for the day when she could bestride an elegant brown and take to the skies. But no gold showed any hint of Rising anytime soon. K'asta looked down when she felt something chewing on her shoe to see her mischievous blue flit grinning up at her. "Briket! You stop that!" She scolded. The flit just flew up to her shoulder and tugged at the sleeve of the tee-shirt she was wearing towards the direction of the lake. Briket wanted to swim.
K'asta laughed. "Okay, but not too close to the dragons, the might just drink you up right along with the water!" The flit did a few loops of joy and he was off. Laughing, K'asta followed him.

[FaizahPandora]

Gorth chuckled at Skirth's comment. He finished his meal and began cleaning his bloodied paws before answering the dragonette. Hardly, young Skirth. On Pern a brown like yourself would outfly me easily. But I can roar just as loud as any other dragon! And Gorth demonstrated his roaring abilities right there, letting loose a roar that sacred the birds from the trees and the animals in the grounds to run for cover.

Kain flinched and glared at Gorth. When the bronze was done Kain yelled, "Gorth! You're not supposed to make any loud noises! Faizah and Fredricks are going to have our heads for this!"

[mahbell]

The pair stopped mid-splash as a giant roar swept throughout he grounds, scattering the cows and birds roosting in the trees. Un-thinkingly, K'asta grabbed Brisket from the water and flung herself on the beach until the sound stopped. She then got up, covered in sand, and looked back at the riders to see one shouting at his bronze about getting in trouble. "Whew! I thought we might be under attack or something Bris." She told her lizard who was busily playing in the sand.

[redwerecat]

When Hy'ka seemed to attmept to make him feel less awkward, Liam almost went red in the face again. Coughing slightly and straigtening up, he shook his head.
"No, please. I'm fine." He murmured. "And...yes, I suppose that does answer my question, if in a slightly roundabout way. I can't think of anything else offhand..."
He also looked over his shoulder at the young woman and the small green, and hoped somewhat that the blue on his head belonged with her.

Liam flinched when Gorth let loose a rather impressive bellow. He'd forgotten how...LOUD dragons could be. Then again, when Kain started scolding the creature many times his size, he smiled. It was actually rather funny.

Skirth's jaws dropped open and his eyes swirled with a rainbow of thrilled colors.
I am impressed. Your voice is louder than any I've heard! The black dragon had jumped to his feet, and had stretched out with his forelegs in front of him, and his hindquarters up, much like a playful dog.
I am very jealous.

Liam spared a confused glance at his dragon, shaking his head. It certainly appeared Skirth was quite enamoured with the big bronze.
Behave youself, you. You look ridiculous.
I don't CARE! Did you hear that? It was...fantastic! How did Tag put it? Yes! He's so COOL.

Liam sighed and ran a hand across his face tiredly. Tag was becoming a bad influence on the brown, he decided. First the sarcasm, and now the distinctly teenage phrases? This was going to be rather dificult.

((Ehn.))

[mahbell]

"We might as well go see well go see what they're doing Brisket." Kast said to her flit. They walked towards the group of riders. As the walked Kast began to have second thoughts. What if they thought she was rude for barging in and just flew off?