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Post by Elessar on Apr 30, 2012 22:27:17 GMT -4
I still cannot for the life of me figure out why you are doing this. Emiath's scathing voice cut across D'sel's mind, though the Garnet dragon was curled up in D'sel's personal weyr and D'sel himself was slowly padding down flight after flight of stairs, making his way toward the destination of one certain Obsidianrider's personal weyr...
He had known the general area of where Eiko's personal weyr was, but was unsure of the exact location. Thus, he had wandered around aimlessly for awhile until he found it. It was dinner time, so he suspected she would be out of her room, eating. At least, he sure as hell hoped she was out of the room. If not, things might be a bit awkward, due to the vase of Pernese wildflowers clutched in his left hand.
Reaching the younger girl's weyr, he extended a hand, knocking. He waited... no response. He knocked again, and again waited... no response. Good.
Slipping silently into her weyr, he looked around briefly, resisting the urge to stay a bit longer and really look at how she lived. Shaking his head, D'sel reminded himself of why he came. Looking around again, his eyes settled on Eiko's desk. Gently placing the vase of flowers prominently in the center of the desk, where they would be seen and practically couldn't be missed, he backed up, nodding, before placing a note beneath the vase, so it wouldn't come loose and get lost in a breeze or something.
I hope you like flowers.
-D'sel
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Post by Wish on May 2, 2012 22:50:22 GMT -4
There is no reason why you should be so worried! They're just wanting to get some of the recruiters and spies back, is that so bad Eiko?
But Nim...what if they don't want to come back? You know of one or two that have almost done that.
Does it matter? They should be here with us. Besides, it gave you no reason to just leave that meeting!
The Obsidian landed on the ledge outside the small cave that was their make-shift weyr, scrapping her talons along the rock as she squirmed inside, curling up and letting the girl slide off her dark neck. "I don't care, they shouldn't just think that they will come back because they snap their fingers. No wonder there are rumors going around saying that Noita's going to be overthrown soon...even I don't like her and she's one of the few here that like me." The blonde haired weyrling spun around to her room and took a deep breath, her eyes closing.
Mine...Pet...why are those there? Nimarath's curious, and yet somewhat disgusted, tone echoed in Eiko's mind while she kept her eyes shut. I don't want to open my eyes, I don't want to see...please don't let me open my eyes. Except, curiosity soon won out and she did finally open her eyes. Flowers, fragile and white and so very beautiful. A thin finger skimmed over one of the petals, suddenly moving from across the room to right next to her desk. The card that had been forgotten, or perhaps ignored was a better word, was now seen and Eiko's breath caught in her chest.
It's from him....it's from....
One more plucked, one tiny little pull. That's all it took and part of the delicate beauty was gone. Eiko watched it, petal by petal become only a stem, and she forced the tears away as she stood on the beach. It was warm, yet a breeze was blowing steadily from the ocean in front of her, the waves shushing her nervous heart. Blood and golden dust painted the skies, ending in a dark violet cast closest to the top. Only a sliver of the setting sun was still visible among the crests of sea foam. It was beautiful, and yet Eiko wanted nothing more but to take away that beauty and destroy it.
It was too perfect, too wonderful. Nothing could be trusted that was that nice. Even the flowers she had mangled into a handful of white petals were only a vague image in her mind, being tumbled in a river of thoughts. How sweet and innocent it was, and yet here it was being plucked apart tiny bit by tiny bit. At the slightest touch the soft, waxy petal would darken under the oil of her fingers, browning and curling slightly after so much abuse. How different was she? Meant to be placed on the wall and nodding her head whenever spoken to, used to pretty the room...how was she any different?
They were killing her, everything that made her...slowly...surely. Nearby the black and teal form of her lifemate was a pitch dark sillouette against the bloody backdrop of the ocean, the sun's reflection sparkling as if the stars themselves had fallen and gotten caught in the waves. It should have taken her breath away. It instead made her feel like throwing up her dinner. Another pluck, another petal taken, another piece marred by her fingers. It was so sharding easy! A laugh bubbled from her chest, dark and sick as she let the hand carrying the fistful of petals go.
As if on cue the wind took a hold of them, whisking them through the air and away toward the ocean..away to Faranth knew where. She wanted so badly to follow, and yet her hand tightened around the stem until with a small cry she let go and the green leftovers from her victims fell to the ground. On her hand was a small scratch, so barely noticeable and yet it stung like she couldn't believe. Instead of crying or cursing though, a funny thing happened.
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Post by Elessar on May 28, 2012 22:16:35 GMT -4
Sunset. Normally, D'sel only ran at dawn, but recently, with things going the way they were going... he needed to burn off excess frustration. So he ran. Dawn and dusk, he ran up and down the beach, sweat pouring down his body, until he couldn't breathe any more.
Emiath always followed in his wake, coasting slowly over the waves, his dark red hide a stark contrast against the ocean's clear blue. D'sel was always taken by just how much his Garnet dragon looked like a splash of blood over the water.
Tonight, the rider was running particularly hard, his strides long as he loped down the sands. He couldn't believe he had been so wherry brained as to leave her flowers. What kind of sap was he, anyway? Flowers! The man snorted, nearly tripped, and went back to his own dark thoughts.
I told you it was a fool's errand.[/color]
The Garnet's deep voice boomed inside of D'sel's head, but something distracted him. Flower petals on the wind...? Automatically his hand stretched out to catch one. D'sel's stride slowed, and he turned, his eyes seeking out another form on the beach. When they found it, his heart leaped. ...Eiko.
Coming to a walk, he approached the girl slowly. "I... didn't expect anyone to be out," he murmured. Extending his hand, a flower petal looking absurdly tiny on his palm, he frowned. "I take it you didn't like the flowers."
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Post by Wish on May 28, 2012 23:11:04 GMT -4
We're not alone my pet.
Nimarath's blunt announcement had Eiko turning around just as D'sel unfolded his hand, revealing a small white petal in his grasp. It was almost comical, the difference making Eiko giggle slightly. That, plus the words he said...well, and she did feel the tiniest unstable right now too. "No, I didn't like them. I loved them, they...reminded me of something I needed to remember desperately." She looked up at him behind her eyelashes, her body relaxed and open for a fraction of a moment before she pulled her guard and reserve back around her, refusing to let him get too close to her feelings.
This was her revelation! She picked up the petal from his hand, letting it brush lightly against her lips before she blew it away onto the breeze. "They're so easy to break, and yet they also get away from their captors with that same ease." Blue eyes watched the white speck drift off into the darkning sky until Eiko couldn't make it out anymore, and by that time she had already let her eyes close anyway. "So, why did you come out here? Running, I presume, if all the.....well, it just seems like you've been running." She let her words trail off, not looking at him, not wanting to look at him.
Silly child. She's being herself again Emiath. Nimarath tilted her head as she watched the two riders, her eyes flicking over to the Garnet's form before going back. This bores me...care for a swim? I'm going whether you come or not. Just to prove her point the young Obsidian dragonet waded out into the water and dove under the surface, a dark shape that melded into the deeper parts of the water.
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Post by Elessar on May 29, 2012 0:25:29 GMT -4
She... giggled? Eiko rarely laughed, and certainly didn't giggle. D'sel was a bit taken back, his eyes widening slightly, before the woman began to talk. She loved them? Really? The flowers? They worked? D'sel's mind whirled. "I'm glad they helped," he murmured, his own eyes watching her carefully. He simply loved to look at her. She was beauty in its purest form.
Letting her take the petal, he watched as she blew it out into the breeze, where it disappeared rapidly in the deep sky. His eyes narrowed as he watched it, and continued to stare at the place where it had vanished. D'sel jumped when Eiko spoke again. "Yes," he told her, sitting down beside her. "I was running."
Emiath snorted, watching His and Nimarath's momentarily. His was being foolish, showing such weakness... The Garnet's eyes quickly left the riders, however, and flicked to the Obsidian who was wading out into the water. Since he was still in the air, he answered Nimarath by tucking his wings and diving into the water like an arrow, his sleek body cutting through the waves as easily as a hot knife through butter. Yes, I would care for a swim.[/color]
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