Bonding Time {Open!}

[Brhi]

No, wait, V’linMine! Came the call as the blonde man began to stride across the Weyrbowl. If you go away again and the furred demon comes back then I won’t know what to do! V’lin could have rolled his eyes, even as he felt the genuine fear the rippled from his dragon. The wounds from the Hatching were still healing, and multiple bruises and scratches marked his face, arms, and torso. He probably had a few on his legs and back, but he hadn’t really taken the time to inspect them, either.

Now, he had a dragon to look after. He let his amber-grey eyes scan across the blue. He was a particularly pretty shade of Azure, in V’lin’s opinion. Like the sky on a deep, clear day. The rings that spattered his neck and tail were a much paler shade and he had been told the hatchling was big for a blue, even so young. Taserth let his small wings spread out and raised his head proudly. “Tail’s a bit stumpy, though.” He commented, placing a hand on the dragon’s head as they walked. Huh? Taserth turned around, trying to see his tail but, lo and behold, his body turned to. Blinking, eyeridges twitching, he began to turn again. And, again, his tail was swept out of sight by his body.

I can’t... see... He began to spin around a moment, before realising the problem and, with a cheerful little trill, lashing his tail around so he could see it properly.

V’lin was thrown to the ground with a light thud as Taserth’s hindquarters and tail spun into him. He yelped, loudly, and landed on his back. The small wounds from the Hatching burned and stung and V’lin lay there a moment, eyes closed.

Oh no! Taserth was over at him in an instant. Was it a furry thing? Did it get you? Oh, Faranth, is it here!? The dragon began to circle around his bonded, panicked, looking desperately around for cats.

Help, it got Mine! He yelled. Though something told V’lin that he might not be entirely serious... With a groan, V’lin continued to lay on the ground. This dragon was as bad as his brother... great... speaking of which...

[Elessar]

Look, CrazyMine! Another one of the newly Impressed![/color]

Iro'ris, who had been content to lay across hos topaz dragon, Saekath's, back, was loathe to open his eyes and look. "Mmhm..." He mumbled, eyes still closed. "I see that." Saekath rumbled, tail twitching in agitation. You didn't even open your eyes, StupidCrazyMine![/color] He should have known she wouldn't let him get away with it.

Groaning, he sat up, straddling the large topaz's shoulders where the rider would typically sit to ride or fly. Squinting, he looked, and saw another boy with another dragon. This time, however, the hatchling was blue, not bronze, and the rider seemed to be far less injured than the other had been. What was that boy's name again? K'r? Maybe. Iro couldn't remember. You would do well to try, Mine. We must be perfect, and one day you will lead. Then, you must know everyone.[/color] Iro'ris sighed. "I know, I know. I'm working on it."

Still grumbling, he slid from Saekath's back and down her front leg to the ground. "Come on, then." The topaz stood, and the pair began to approach the blue and his Bonded. As they neared, the blue knocked over his new rider. Iro'ris winced. That couldn't have felt pleasant. Then again, the blue was maybe four feet long... if Saekath ran into him, it would be a lot worse. The topaz was nearing forty feet, and her size was still rather intimidating sometimes.

Suddenly, Iro'ris remembered this dragon... the one that was so terrified of cats. Without meaning to, he grinned. He had six felines of his own, with more kittens on the way soon, he suspected. As the dragon circled and cried out for help, Iro'ris and Saekath stopped, looking down at the boy.

"You okay?" Iro asked, blue eyes calm. "Looked like it hurt a bit." He extended a hand down to the other man-- boy, really --with a light smile. "I'm Iro'ris, or Iro, of Topaz Saekath. I remember you and your dragon from the Hatching." He didn't really remember the boy (well, he was a boy to Iro, who was over thirty, but probably a man to most) at all, but he did remember the dragon.

[twitchie]

Mine, look. It seems to be one of the new weyrlings. [/color]
Ooma did not have a chance to lift her head before Calibath's hackles raised and her lips peeled from her fangs.
And selfish bossy loud sister! Of course she would be here! [/color]

The girl placed a hand on her dragon's flank, avoiding the lashing tail.
Calibath, why don't we go say hello? And no bickering with Saekath. It could scare the poor blue...

The black-green dragoness snorted a hot puff of air but ceased snarling.

The pair came forward, and Ooma stood near Iro.
"If Calibath causes trouble, please forgive us both. She is still convinced Saekath wants to eat her... I don't know why... But I'll do what I can to prevent a mess."
She was close enough for only the Topazrider to hear what she spoke, and after a friendly touch to his shoulder she turned attention to the weyrling.

"Hello. I remember days just like that. You can call me Ooma, and I promise, it gets better. However Calibath still causes trouble at times." she smiled.

Calibath glared at Saekath, turning her rump in the Topaz's direction.
There are no kitties around. And they would not harm yours, I promise Little One. Now, your rump and tail are the problem. In your excitement you seem to have bumped yours. It happens. Yours may be a bit sore and bruised, but it's fine. [/color]