Green with Envy (Tag: Taylor)

[Wish]

(OoC: Happens pre-Nim's flight.)

Please say we're almost done.....I'm getting bored, not to mention I just don't want to deal with her any longer.

The sentiment is agreed upon pest!

Iliath!
Nimarath!

The two dragonesses hissed at each other, their eyes the same sort of burning orange and red. Curling her tail around her feet, the green dragon Iliath snorted and snapped her jaws together with an audible click as she looked toward her rider and finally sighed. This was not what she had had in mind when agreed to going on a little "mission." Then again, this wasn't the sort of thing Iliath and Panille generally wanted to go on. No, this was no raid, it was simply going to the nearby Rindell Village to check on things and make sure the tithes would come on time.

After all the village was helped by having the dragons fly over their small island during Threadfall. Southern Weyr nearby and Bay Weyr further off had all but stopped passing over them once they realized where the rebels were hiding, and with no real leadership over them the rebels were sitting ducks it seemed while the waited to see what would happen next. For now at least it had been agreed that they would rebuild their relations with the villagers and smaller farms around their Main Camp in the mountains, then after Nimarath's flight they would decide on what to do about the issue of who would lead them.

Oh, and that would be soon. Panille knew the signs of a dragoness close to rising better than most having one herself, and Iliath and Nimarath were not all that different in personality. The obsidian looked at her own rider as Iliath was looking at Panille, both females too much alike to entirely enjoy each other's company. It had not been long enough for them to truly discern who was in charge, and though Nimarath usually was a lazy beast, the obsidian was too feisty lately to let anything of the sort pass her by.

Someone is drawing near..... The almost entirely black dragoness looked up from the wherry she had been offered upon arrival, her tongue snaking out to lick the blood away from her jaws. His mind feels like a rider's.....but it is not. He has no dragon with him....he's broken it seems like that woman was. Iliath turned her head to see the shape coming closer that Nimarath had spotted, her eyes adjusting to the distance to see him better before nodding her head. The annoying one is right.

[Taylor]

Quinset was heading into the Rebellion's main camp to sell some dragon-themed cloth. One bolt held the image of a dragon sillhouetted against the sun (a bronze, in his mind, though of course you could not tell) but the rest merely hinted at dragons. Smooth, silky fabric which glimmered ever so slightly, color a mix of shades, each piece matching a dragon's hide - black, brown, bronze, blue. He'd made another piece in this last batch - gold with red streaking across it like blood - but of course he wasn't offering that for sale. That was tucked securely at the bottom of his chest in his room, with everything else he planned never to show to anyone.

He was running through his inventory as he trudged towards dragon central. He'd remembered to bring all the new cloth, right? And the finished garments he'd colaborated with someone else to produce?

He was broken from his revery by the sight of the two dragons. Dragons actually in the village weren't unheard of, but nor were they common. He watched the ebony- no...no it wasn't quite ebony, was it? Must be obsidian, then. His estimation of the dragon dropped significantly, but obsidians were better than other females. They didn't remind him of golds as topazes did, and they could easily edge out golds and make them unnecessary and extinct. At least that was his dream.

The green though... He cast his eyes briefly across her form then dismissed her as unimportant. A simple female, and a sterile one at that. She could not even be excused as being a fighter, anymore, since there were other fighters who could clutch. Useless.

"What are you doing here?" He spoke to the four in general, though his gaze flicked down to the obsidian's kill. "Other than turning our home into a slaughterhouse?" With no male riders, he didn't really know who to look at - he had no great feelings of respect for any present. He settled for speaking to the air between the obsidian and her rider, entirely ignoring the green and her rider.

[Wish]

Eiko turned at the man's voice, her eyes tracing his movement as her hand twitched by her side over the hidden place she had her dagger. Panille was much more relaxed on the other hand, and the obsidianrider cursed under her breath at that, feeling outdone when she should be calm as well. Turning her gaze back to the man however, the rider did her best to gather herself and speak in that "leader" voice Nimarath made her practice every night whether she wanted to or not. "We're just checking on things in the village, the Village leaders were the ones that offered the dragons a meal."

The Obsidianrider looked toward Panille who had spoken first, the redhaired rider moving to stand in front of Eiko and look the man in the eye, an obvious challenge in her gaze. "Why do our dragons find your mind strange?" Passing over any sort of barrier and going straight to the point, the rider asked the question bluntly and with a matter-of-fact voice, already guessing as to why it was. "Not that you seem to care, but my name's Eiko and this is Panille." The blonde moved to the side of the older rider, her voice much gentler than the greenrider's and her eyes showing only caution instead of outright mistrust.

He is a strange one......much to gruff for my taste. Lapping at the blood that still clung to her jaws, the dragoness moved herself from the kill and headed for the man, tilting her head to one side as she reached out her neck to get a closer look. Very....odd.......definitely not boring though. Where is Yours? The dragoness spoke to the man as well as the other riders, the Sub-Queen hissing the words as she looked toward the air as if the reason for the oddity of the man's brain would reveal itself from the cloudy sky.

Stop pestering him Nimarath! He has no dragon.......even you should know that. You're playing him, even I'm not that mean.

I only asked a question Iliath. I never said anything about there actually being a dragon that looked to him....though...no, he was weak enough to loose his bonded once. He does not deserve another. Flicking her tail dismissively the dragoness moved away and wrapped the long appendage around her rider's feet drawing Eiko closer to her. Iliath hunkered to the ground and hissed, her wings flared slightly as she snapped her jaws at the Obsidian. How dare you say such a thing! "Enough Iliath....let the man talk." Panille's green eyes shifted to the stranger, no sympathy in their depths and yet still curious about what his answer would be.

[Taylor]

Quinset wrinkled his nose, as if he found fault with the village leaders' actions. "Well, that's their decision, I suppose. Could have kept the animals outside of the village where they wouldn't cause a mess, at least." He left it vague, not saying whether "the animals" referred to the dragons or their meal, but his eyes did flick briefly towards the dining females. Sure, he had been a dragonrider and adored his dragon, but that didn't mean he had to like or respect the rest of the species.

Quinset's eyebrows rose at the rider's question. He didn't show dismay at the question, though that was largely because he hadn't yet figured out what she was hinting at. "Well I don't know. Given that they thought you were appealing lifemates, I'd wager they've got pretty strange minds, themselves. Mayhaps they're projecting." Quinset didn't give a verbal response to Eiko's introduction, but he did incline his head ever so slightly, indicating he had heard. Whether he cared or not, though, was less clear.

Quinset gave a short, sharp "ha" at the obsidian's question. Oh wasn't it just like a female to ask such painful questions. Perhaps he had made a mistake when he valued her above golds. "Where's Mine? Well he's certainly not pestering hardworking craftsmen or asking impertinent questions in a voice that sounds like it belongs to a tunnelsnake." While the question about his mind's strangeness hadn't caused him any pain, this blunt question had, and "Mine" had held a slight tremor before he forced his voice to steady. Despite his efforts, however, he couldn't hide his distress entirely, and his eyes looked more haunted than usual, tone a bit hollow.