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Post by Chinchilla on Jan 5, 2013 2:01:49 GMT -5
Nepeta had done a great deal to stay out of the eye of the Weyr. It wasn't fear that drove her to do this, but rather caution. She seemed to be, as far as she knew, the only one of her kind on the entire planet. It was a bizarre, lonely feeling. Nepeta had once been one of only twelve (technically eleven, but Nepeta counted Aradia anyway) trolls and then only eight, but she had never truly been alone before. The humans had never seen one of her kind before, and Nepeta didn't know how they would react to her. Would they try to hurt her?
Whatever it was, she had shelter for now. But she couldn't stay hidden in the depths of the Weyr forever. She wanted to explore. She wanted to see people. She wanted to see this new place and all of the things it had to offer! So Nepeta slipped out of the lower caverns.
The troll stood at the exit of the lower caverns, looking at the sky and blinking against the light. "Wow!" She gasped. The sun was still a shock to her, and while she had to tear her eyes away quicker then a human probably would, the sky was still rather pretty. She'd never actually seen the alternian sun, for obvious reasons. The sun of this planet was nowhere near as harsh as the red giant that her own planet circled.
She quickly moved so that she wouldn't block anyone, looking around for the dragons that apparently called this place home. While she wasn't planning on approaching any unless they seemed friendly and weren't with their humans, or approached her first, she wanted to see one. They reminded her of Terezi.
She missed her friends. She missed the other trolls. Where were they? Were they okay? Nepeta frowned, lifting her hand to chew lightly on her claw.
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Post by Pocket on Jan 5, 2013 12:08:31 GMT -5
"Riklith, hold still!"
But, 'mine, my shoulder feels fine. I do not need oil today. Came the planitive voice of a child who's been forced to sit too long. Given they were doing this in the weyrbowl, in the sun, was a nice change from their personal weyr -- Riklith would much rather go play within the warm sun, or track down more of those Lost ones that had been rescued from the desert she had yet to meet. Though, there was probably a list of things she'd much rather do than fidget while her rider spread oil over her scars with a clean rag.
"Still." Her rider gave a gentle sigh, moving back the small distance to her oil bucket. At her heels, the lanky kitten followed each step she took. Chevron seemed content to run circles around Haelyn, rubbing between her ankles when she stood still but never tripping her up. "Keeping the scars oiled and soft will make sure they aren't as uncomfortable."
Riklith stopped squirming as much, heaving out a breath in immitation of a sigh. Yes, 'mine.
Haelyn gave a soft smile, scratching her eyeridges gently. "It's all for your benefit, love." She moved to finish up the end of her neck scar, losing herself to her thoughts. Ever since the lost had been picked up -- and not just her group she'd found -- Haelyn had thrown herself into finding out the reasoning behind why strangers had been appearing in the desert. It was eating at her -- time, mind, and body; as it was clear by the exhaustion from a few nights' poor sleep -- but this puzzle was something Haelyn loved to wrap her mind around. She just refused to let Riklith's wellbeing suffer in the process.
With her mind elsewhere, Haelyn hadn't noticed when someone else had ventured out into the weyrbowl, but Riklith had. Oh! Hello there! She called out to the little grey humanoid happily, tone light and eager to meet someone new. Her previous irritation and impatience at being forced to sit was instantly gone. Would you like to come join us?
The golden dragon wiggled free from her rider's attentions, taking a few steps towards the new person. They were younger than most of the other new people she'd met. She was grey, as well. That was interesting and new. But something else that attracted her attention were the horns atop of the little grey one's head. You have headknobs like I do!
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Post by Chinchilla on Jan 7, 2013 17:08:35 GMT -5
Now that she was actually out and about in the sunlight, Nepeta found the brightness disorienting. Her own SGRUB planet had been fairly bright, but she was still from a nocturnal species and not particularly well suited to being out and about during the day. But still, her curiosity was too great for her to be driven back into the darkness of the Weyr caverns. She was on a mission! A mission of adventure!
Besides, there was a voice in her head now. How rude would it be to turn around and ignore the voice in her head? Nepeta hesitated, not quite sure where the voice was actually coming from. She didn't try answering Riklith with a thought. She wasn't a psychic, after all. The mystery was quickly solved when the gold stood up, and Nepeta lifted a hand to give the dragon a shy little wave.
"May I?" She asked, creeping closer. "I don't want to intrude." She glanced towards the rider, a hopeful smile on her face. Maybe she could make friends with the dragon? That would be great! Did dragons like to roleplay? "Oh! I do have headknobs like mew! Though yours are much more impurressive then mine." Much bigger, though everything about Riklith was bigger then Nepeta.
"What are you doing?" She asked, looking towards the bucket of oil. A vaguely uncomfortable expression crossed Nepeta's face, and the young troll shifted uncomfortably. What a strange planet this was! Obviously, the bucket wasn't being used for... that... but why were they using buckets at all? The young troll quickly averted her gaze, looking back towards the dragon.
She hadn't yet noticed Chevron. The feline was small and Nepeta's attention was currently being held by the big, golden dragon. "It's furry nice to meet you, miss dragon. My name is Nepeta." She introduced herself, as polite as could be.
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Post by Pocket on Jan 10, 2013 0:34:36 GMT -5
Whirling eyes watched as the little grey youngling ventured closer, giving her an encouraging trill as her eyes whirled a soft blue. Haelyn finally took notice of what held her dragon's attention, holding her free hand up to peer at them. Oh. She was definitely not of Pernese origin, that much the goldrider could pinpoint. But she had yet to meet this one, and she ought to correct this, shouldn't she?
"Sure, come join us. I don't mind. We're just finishing up." Haelyn waved her over, smiling kindly. Reaching down, she dipped the rag into the lukewarm oil before wringing it out the best she could. Riklith crouched down, allowing her bonded access to the lowest points of her threadscar finally. Idly, she considered keeping someone on hand every time she needed to oil Riklith--it served to be a good focus point for her.
You aren't intruding! Plus, I enjoy meeting new people. The dragon rumbled, flicking out a wing to throw a shadow across the ground to get her new friend in some shade. At least, attempt to, anyway. Her shadow fell short by a few firelizard lengths. Here, so you don't have to be in the sun.[/i] She chirruped, leaning closer to examine her headknobs. I don't know about that -- yours are different colors! That's really interesting. I've never seen headknobs different colors like that before.
"Hm?" Haelyn glanced up from her work, over at the girl. "Ah -- I'm oiling Riklith's scars." She gestured to the white threadscore along her right shoulder, as well as the darker burn scar along her neck, somehow managing to not grimace. "The oil, here --" With one more gesture to the bucket at her feet, "keeps her scars from drying out in this heat." She seemed very uncomfortable with the bucket in her presence, oddly enough, and it left Haelyn feeling a bit guilty. "I'm sorry, I'm almost done and then I'll put it away." She just hoped, wherever she may be from, that it wasn't offensive.
A rumble resounded in her throat, as she lowered her head until it almost touched the ground. It's very nice to meet you, too, Nepeta! My name is Riklith, and that's my rider, Haelyn. The feline at her feet is called Chevron.[/i]
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