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Wedding bells ring out to celebrate the joining of Lord Callum to Lady Shuli. A grand gather has been put together with people from all over Pern coming to celebrate! Crescent is full to the brim with those who wish to show their support and those just looking to make (or spend) a few marks!

Copper Zelsk shook things up at the Copper Class graduation feast by beginning her run shortly after the knots were delivered to her handler. Bronze Osk won Zelsk's maiden run and now a sizable clutch lays on the sands hardening. Not to be outdone by the ground-bound copper, Copper Laanasuth took to the skies the very next day - though her flight was not as cut and dry as the wher's run had been. Offended by the force catch attempt of a presumptuous burgundy Laanasuth betweened to High Reaches Weyr where one of their dragons won her flight. Though she has returned to Dalibor and laid a large clutch for Dalibor's candidates the Weyr awaits the transfer of the dragon sire and his rider, Dalibor's newest Junior Weyrleader.
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 Unwanted Aid, AU:17 {Ruri/Rowana}
Ruriko
 Posted: Aug 20 2017, 11:10 PM
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@Rowana ; Arlya

Some days, the dragon candidates were assigned a rider, whose dragon they were to oil and bathe. Most days, that was okay. Still, as Dax approached the burgundy rider, who was also incidentally one of two Jr. Weyrleaders--Faranth knew how that had happened!--he felt a distinct feeling of unease. Now, he was a sensible enough guy--well, for the most part. He trusted his instincts on things, and right then, his instincts were telling him this lady looked none too impressed at his approach. Maybe she had resting bitran face? Was that what it was? Could very well have been. Maybe she was having a bad day. Woken up on the wrong side of the furs. Bad night? The thought made him want to smirk a bit, but he didn't. No, that look was not impressed at all. Clearing his throat, he walked up near her and addressed her.

"Jr. Weyrleader Arlya, Xerocleth, guess I'm your slave labor for the day." He tried to break the ice with a bit of a jest, but his smile came out a little awkward, and he couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling, though he did try. He wasn't sure she'd be one for humor, but it certainly couldn't have hurt to try, right? Maybe the sour face was just, again, how she looked to people who didn't know her. He really knew absolutely nothing about the Jr. Weyrleader. His curiosity made him wonder how her burgundy and the viridianrider's were both Jr. Weyrleader. If he asked, how badly would she stab him with a thousand daggers? And why did he think, for some reason, that she was the kind of person who wasn't to be messed with to that degree? Again, he didn't know her. Better, maybe, to play it safe.

He stood there feeling, for once, out of sorts. He was a pretty confident guy. No reservations about being himself, or keeping his cool. Confident in his social abilities, even if he was more instinct and know-how than smarts a lot of the time. He didn't get unnerved by people often. Yet when he did? Well, wasn't often he was wrong. He really, really hoped he was wrong.
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Arlya stood next to the lake, her arms crossed and her face frowning. It was hard to tell that she was a little displeased today, since she hardly ever looked happy most of the time anyway. Standing next to her, Xerocleth dug his claws into the ground impatiently. Neither of them were overly fond of what was coming, but felt obligated by a sense of duty to oblige when the candidate masters asked for "volunteers" for their students to practice with. Honestly, Arlya didn't like anyone helping her with anything since it implied she was unable to do it herself, which she would never admit. This was a bit different, she supposed, since as one of the Junior Weyrleaders she did have to set a good example for everyone and try to be a good mentor. They did need candidates after all and skilled candidates were better than unskilled ones.

The candidate in question finally arrived and Arlya regarded him with narrowed eyes. At least he looked capable enough. "Indeed," she replied curtly, not at all taking his words in the humorous manner he intended. "You are Daxaeon, I presume?" At least he was polite in addressing her and her dragon and he'd arrived on time. Two points in his favor. "Let us get to work." She wasn't really in the mood for chat, though she expected like most candidates he would have his share of questions before long. She'd put up with that to a point, as long as it didn't interfere with the work.

"Xerocleth will need a bath and then his hide should be oiled," she explained shortly. Xerocleth abligingly leaned his head down so Dax could become aquanted if he wished. He wasn't overly fond of allowing many other people to touch him, but candidates were the future of the Weyr as much as hatchlings. He could respect that this boy had the desire to bond with one of his kin.

"He also has my permission to bite you if make a wrong move," Arlya added flatly. It was impossible to tell from her stone expression if she was joking. Given her attitude so far, that seemed unlikely. Xerocleth gave a little, meaningful growl that did nothing to inspire more confidence.

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"Yep, you got it," he replied, when asked, though rhetorically by the sounds of it, if he was Daxaeon. He still felt the need to lighten the atmosphere. He'd wanted to say 'that's my name, don't wear it out' or some other awkward and lame-sounding verse. Normally he didn't feel the need to say things like that, but she definitely didn't do much towards making him feel less than ill at ease. Like she might bite him or something, given half a chance. Nor, precisely, could he tell why he felt that way. He didn't know her. It was likely the ominous cloud that he, perhaps falsely, perceived to be hovering around her. The look she had given him had been a familiar enough one. A narrow eyed speculating look. Like she was deciding if he was worth her time, or worthy of something or other.

She then proceeded to instruct him to get to work--well, them, but still--in a no-nonsense tone that he was sure didn't often brook any argument. He hardly expected her to speak to him. She didn't seem much interested, from the feeling he got. Still, she did speak, by way of explanation, and he nodded, clearing his throat before saying amicably,

"Sounds like a plan. You got a side or spot you'd prefer me to start on?" Making conversation, but applicable conversation. Saying something was less awkward feeling than saying nothing, if it applied. She was right. He did have questions. They just weren't the kind he dared ask. He wasn't afraid of her, or anyone. Yet to deny she unnerved him a bit...well, there wasn't any denying that, even if he'd not admit it out loud to her, ever.

If there was any need to make him more unnerved, she then said that her dragon had permission to...could he actually? Would he? Dax kept a straight face, and gave Xerocleth a sidelong glance. Trying to decide, as it were, if he would actually bite a candidate, or even a person. Was he allowed to do that? Dax couldn't tell, from the deadpan expression on the woman's face, if she'd been jesting or not. Maybe she wanted him to feel nervous? Well, he wasn't feeling precisely comfy and cozy, that much was for sure.

"What's considered a wrong move, exactly?" It was out before he really had time to measure if he wanted to know that. After all, they were just bathing and oiling. What on Pern had 'a wrong move' meant? The question was asked honestly enough. Still, he couldn't keep just the slightest hint of mischief out of his tone. It was easy enough to overlook, because it had been slight. Dax generally tended to tease women a bit. He was a flirt, whether he meant to be or not, and didn't even know he was being one, even when he wasn't. The growl hadn't inspired confidence at all, indeed. Still, she was a dragonrider. She couldn't have meant she'd actually have her dragon bite him. Had dragons ever bitten people, that he'd heard of? He didn't think so. She was a hard nut to crack, that was for sure.
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Arlya crossed her arms and shook her head. "You may begin where you wish. Mind his scars." Xerocleth had a noticably large scar on his chest from thread scoring and a cleaner one on one foreleg from a rogue bronze during a previous Flight. Both were old and not particularily sensitive so the comment was really unnecessary. Arlya mostly wanted to see how the boy would handle caring for a dragon. They might look tough, but that didn't mean they didn't deserve a gentle touch. She raised her eyebrow at his question. "You will know if you do." He was a bold one, wasn't he? She wasn't entirely sure if she liked that trait or not.

Xerocleth rumbled in amusement, deep in his throat. The sound and the way he half grinned at the unnerved candidate probably wasn't helping to calm the situation. You are frightening him, he scolded privately. Arlya scowled at her dragon, ignoring Dax for the moment. 'Good. He should be. This is no game.' True. Yet if we frighten all the players, who will stay and finish the game? Arlya's face darkened. 'Metaphors do not suite you,' she returned hotly. She ran a hand through her hair for a moment and let out a breath. 'Fine. But I still think you should bite him if he needs it.'

Arlya turned her gaze back towards Dax. He really didn't seem like an untrustworthy person. Perhaps for now she could give him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, she doubted he could get into much trouble with both her and Xerocleth to watch him. "Let us avoid any violence for today," she suggested in a more reasonable tone. "I will guide you as needed and you may ask me any questions you may have." She couldn't garuntee she would answer them depending on what they were, but most candidates were curious in her experience. It wasn't a terrible trait to have. "Xerocleth is particularily fond of having his shoulders rubbed," she added with a sly glint in her eyes. The burgundy dragon rumbled with pleasure.

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As he was instructed to watch for the scars, Dax's eyes naturally fell upon the notable one, on the burgundy's chest. Scarring generally meant one of two things: the skin was not as tough, or, if the scarring was knotted, the skin was pulled tighter. Either way, touching could be uncomfortable or painful. He gave the dragon a once over, and found the other scar. Not so notable, but still, that was probably the other one to be mindful of. He gave a nod.

"Will do," he agreed, and then, figuring that one day it might be his own dragon sporting the scars, he'd start in the area on the chest where they were present. He was still waiting on the answer to the second question, though. When it came, he offered an uncertain attempt at a smile. Avoid any violence? What was that supposed to mean, exactly? He wasn't out to have a dragon chow down on him any time soon--not literally speaking, of course. Dragons, thankfully, didn't eat people. Yet having one chomp him because he made some sort of move he wasn't aware he wasn't supposed to.

'Yeah...not fun...' He mused, with an inward shudder.

Dax was no coward though. He wasn't going to back down from a challenging situation. That included possibly snappy dragons. Plus, he doubted Arlya was going to let her dragon do anything to him. She wouldn't be here if that were a risk. Right...? Right. And so he gave another nod, another awkward kind of smirk, and then a slight tilt of his head at her next words, looking up at the dragon. No matter what color they were, they were far bigger than any person. Shoulders rubbed? "Think I can arrange that," he replied, glad to have something of a more positive nature to deal with. If the burgundy liked that, and he did so, maybe it'd be more favorable for him? He hoped so. With that thought, he got to work, starting on the chest, but carefully working his way around the scar. He'd do that last. He probably needed to scrub that area only half as hard.

As for questions...he didn't really have a whole lot of those. So far, everything had been so basic. He was a guy who lived a lot on his instincts. Not the brightest--he probably wouldn't have made a fantastic Harper--and not always the wisest, since he tended to follow his heart more than his head a lot of the time. He was really a man's man, as it were. Simple enough, but surprising people that he was a bright enough person who was outspoken and said things worth the hearing. "How long have you and him been together?" It was probably a bit of nerves that brought on that question. He didn't want to seem like he wasn't wanting to make conversation. He was generally good enough at it--especially in the presence of women--or so he thought. He was a straightforward flirt. Never beating around the bush, he would either earn a slap or a flattered young woman. Or at least he had been, before he'd met the love of his life. Then he'd had eyes only for her. The time spent here hadn't been long enough for him to even think much on that. Besides, candidates couldn't. Weyrlings even less so. So he was in the clear.

OOC: Sorry for the delayed reply! I'm just figuring out where all my older threads are to get them underway and wrapped up after a few posts~
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