| G'ran and Poseidonth |
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| G'ran laughed at Poisedonth struck a pose of utter ridiculousness. Sometimes he wondered how the creature could be so vain, it wasn't as if he was a queen or anything. I look good, I want everyone else to know it! Poisedonth told G'ran firmly, causing G'ran to laugh even harder. "Yeah well, I suppose I'd better be lucky you can't fly yet." G'ran replied. I can too fly! The brown retorted, and to emphasis this flapped his wings a little. G'ran rolled his eyes. "No Poise, I meant fly other dragons." Oh. Poisedonth's voice was uncharcicteristically meak, and G'ran wondered why. He quickly reassured his dragon. "Don't worry Poise, I'm sure you'll so many greens that they'll ban you from flying!" Poisedonth's sad-feeling response made G'ran wonder if that wasn't the problem afterall. "Don't worry lovey, that's all a long way in the future." G'ran sighed and looked about his and Poise's weyr. The place was an absolute mess. He had been so busy at weyrling practice, this was the first time in days he'd had a free hours to himself to spend in his weyr. The only free time I'll have for a sevenday and I have to spend it cleaning up! G'ran grumbled, but he didn't get up to clean. G'ran? Poisedonth asked, still somewhat meakly. Yes love? What's the matter? G'ran tried to be sensitive to his dragon, but he was getting aggrivated with all of Poisedonth's mood swings lately. None of the other riders from Poise's hatching were having half so many problems as G'ran. Now that's not fair, everyone has problems. Just because they're dragons aren't Poisedonth, doesn't mean that they don't have their own set of trials. G'ran turned his attention back to his dragon, who was sitting in front of the ledge. The dragon had dropped his vain pose, and was looking wistfully into the sky. I don't want to fly greens. I want to fly golds. G'ran looked dubiously at his dragon for a moment, and then laughed again. What? You don't think I can? Between his fits of laughter G'ran managed an answer. "Of...of course I think..think you can fly golds!" Then why are you laughing at me? I'm not laughing at you dearheart. Well you're not laughing with me! The dragon snorted, back to his old assertive self. No, I'm just, just laughing! But G'ran had stopped laughing. Things remained funny for only a short time. But he would have to try hard not to remember the wistfullness in the weyrling's voice when he thought about gold dragons. Made him wonder if the sneaky beast had one particular in mind. Poisdedonth grumbled a bit, and looked over at G'ran, his eyes whirling quickly. It's time to go to the lake! I need to swim now. G'ran rolled his eyes and nodded. "Alright, just let me get the...." I'll meet you there! Poisedonth 'shouted' and jumped off the weyrledge into the air. G'ran ran to the ledge, shouting at his dragon, but stopped when he looked into the lake. There was just the tiniest glimpse of a large, golden form. "Sneaky wherryhen. I suppose I'd better get down there and find out who that is. I don't want him sweeting on someone with a mate!" G'ran grabbed the large container of dragon "soap" and quickly went our the door to meet his dragon at the lake. Brun, who had been sleeping quietly on G'ran's bed, jerked up his head and flittered after G'ran, chirping angrily. |
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| G'ran woke to the sounds of a snoring dragon. Dragonet, he reminded himself firmly. Poisedanth was just a baby, and G'ran felt extremely protective of his beautiful brown. Even though it was obvious the brown was obviously intelligant, more intelligant than G'ran thought he'd be at hatching, he was still small and sorta clumsy. I am not clumsy. Poisedanth's voice cut through G'ran's thoughts, sounding hurt that his rider found him at fault. "No Poisey, you're perfect the way you are, and I wouldn't change you for anything," G'ran felt a warm, pleased feeling coming from his dragon. "It's just you're a baby yet, and all babies take a while to grow into their bodies." Yes, I will grow very big in this body. The dragonet stated, and G'ran laughed. Sometimes Poisedanth's overstating the obvious was quite humorous. But then Poisedanth's voice came back, wistful and wanting. I itch, and I am hungry. Will you come take care of me now? "Shards Poisey, I'm sorry! I should have known you'd itch first thing in the morning, you always do..." G'ran through the covers off of his body (for he was still in bed), and looked down at his dragon. The little dragonets were stationed with their riders in the weyrling barracks, and each cot had pile of straw covered with blankets next to it for the dragonets to sleep upon. Poisdedanth was already sitting up, ready to go, and G'ran laughed at him again as he threw on a pair of breeches and reached down to caress his dragons ridges. All around him other boys were waking up, talking to their dragons, caressing them, laughing with them, completely oblivious to the other humans and dragons they shared the room with. G'ran noticed that none of the boys moaned about getting up any more. They leaped out of a bed with an eagerness and happiness that early morning itself could never have brought. Impression is still new, they will get over it soon enough. Poisedanth said matter-of-factly. "Come on Poisedanth, let's go get something to eat." The little brown follows at G'ran heels, butting him affectionately. As G'ran began to oil Poisedanth's hide after they'd both eaten, he pondered what Poisedanth meant by "they'll get over it soon enough". Did people just forget what it was like to have a dragon? They just got so used to it it didn't matter to them anymore? G'ran couldn't believe that. Even Brun, who had instilled such appreciation in him, was nothing compared to the four day old Poisedanth. You would love me very much, and you are kind, and smart and funny, and.... "Where's this going to Pos-danth?" G'ran said with a warm laugh. He felt the dragon's mental reaffirmation of love. You are everything that I like, am I everything that you like too? The dragon's tone indicated he expected the answer to be yes, so G'ran didn't dissappoint him. "Of course my brown sided love. You are more wonderful than I'd ever hoped." G'ran sent feelings of happiness to his dragon. Poisedanth snorted playfully and rubbed his head on G'ran's arm. Two older riders sat watching this display between the boy and his new lifemate. "There's more affection between them than most." The first said. "They'll be incredibly strong-bonded, that's for sure. But are they well matched? Or was it just mutual desire for love that brought them together?" The second, a greenrider, asked. "Ah, you're just jealous because you were so sure you'd get a brown at your Impression." The first rider joked, and his friend laughed too. "Yeah well, boys don't understand anything do they? I wouldn't trade my little Livith for all the dragons on all of Pern." "Neither would that boy." |
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| G'ran swung easily down from Poseidonth's neck. He was used to all the climbing involved with dragonriding by now. And Poseidonth was a good sized beast, not to large but not to small. I am offended by that. Poseidonth said lazily as he prepared to meet the other dragons on the ledges. G'ran smiled and waved his dragon off. Ever since he had failed to catch "his" gold he had been insufferable. Ah well, he was getting over it now, getting some of his old humor back. A couple of green flights had assured this, although G'ran wasn't all to willing. One aspect of dragonriding that G'ran didn't really approve of was his lack of influence on bedpartners. Granted his dragon deserved a 'go', but what about him? He was raised to believe that he shouldn't be with a woman that way until he loved her. Of course none of the greenriders really cared either way for him. Their dragons flew, they mated, they themselves had a good time. G'ran thought that if his dragon mating had that kind of influence on him, when he was with a woman on his own it should have that influence on his dragon. Life just wasn't fair. Of course it isn't, but your friend L'nil doesn't mind does he? I can't help what comes naturally to us, but you can certainly find some enjoy.... Hush Posdo! I don't want to think about that right now. Why not? And don't call me Posdo. But G'ran knew his dragon would be chuckling if he could. Because I'm starting to get a headache, and I've got a meeting to get too. Why? I can already tell you what they're going to say. 'Ahem, thank you everyone for coming. As you all are well aware of, today we are naming wingseconds for the two new wings here. I'd like to keep this as brief as possible, I know you all have better things to do. G'ran? H'den? Congratulations, you're the new wingseconds! Everyone else may attend to their duties as I inform the two brownriders exactly what their responsibilities entail.....'. See G'ran? That's exactly what he's going to say. And what's more, Muneryth knows it too, so that means H'den does. Why can't you take it like H'den? He's not getting a headache. Then you should have chosen H'den then! I am getting a headache, and what's more, I'm worried that exactly what you're telling me may be true. Even though G'ran was now in his weyr, and Posiedonth up on the heights, he could hear his dragon crooning comfortingly. I'm sorry G'ran. I didn't think you were so upset. I am glad I chose you. You are much better than H'den, and Muneryth knows it! G'ran smiled and rubbed his temples, amused at his dragon's ackward attempts as comfort. "Nevermind Posdo, I'll be fine. With you as my dragon, being wingseconds isn't so bad." Don't call me Posdo. G'ran laughed out loud at his dragon and just then a drudge came by to inform him of the meeting. G'ran sighed and left to the meeting room in the Weyrleader's corridors. As he entered he saw everyone else already there, with T'rin up front getting ready to speak. He motioned G'ran to take a seat, and began talking. "Ahem. Hello everyone, and thank you for coming. As you are all well aware fo, today we are naming wingseconds for the two new wings..." Told you. Posiedonth said smuggly, and G'ran had to smile as he was named wingsecond. A few days later... G'ran? Poseidonth's easy voice filtered into his rider's sleep. G'ran mumbled in his sleep and furrowed his brows. Hang that dragon! Why did the beast keep waking him up at the crack of dawnlight? Didn't he know a wingseconds needed their sleep on days before Threadfall? G'ran heard his brown snort. Of course I know-I'm not a half-wit! Really G'ran, I have a question. And Posdo's creening filled the Weyr. G'ran moaned and covered his head with his pillow. He felt Poseidonth's restlessness, and was ready to send the dragon out to the lake for a swim if it would help to squeeze in a few extra minutes of sleep. I don't want to get wet, G'ran, I want to chase. What? Again? Even G'ran's mind voice was harsh from not being awake. The brown ignored it and began creening again. There's a beautiful gold, rising at Falas. I'd like to fly her. You lost the last flight...G'ran mumbled as he drifted back to sleep-already apprehensive about his dragon. I know. The brown said, and turned his head to stare off the Weyr ledge. You really want to try this again? G'ran asked, and he felt Poseidonth's rumbling affirmative. "Fine-whatever." And G'ran went back to sleep while Poseidonth celebrated his little victory. |
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