Boy vs Girl - Ldypayne | I'ent

The main, central area of the Weyr, since it's no longer a "bowl" like before, people have taken to calling it the courtyard, or more often, the Weyr Yard. Dragons land and take off here while people walk from building to building going along their daily duties.
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Thu Oct 11, 2018 2:04 pm

Season - Spring 2048
Time - Early Evening (1730)
Location - Atricis Weyr | Sparring Circle


Dragon Candidate Angela

Did it count as socialising if it got Angela out of the candidate barracks? After her talk with K'rios and Iktomith, the girl did genuinely try her best to get to know the people around her, but there were still times when she considered them a bit overbearing. Needing some time away from the juvenile encounters she shared with her peers on a daily basis, Angela had begun to find peace in an unexpected place: the Sparring Circle.

Normally she only went there when she wanted to prove her own prowess or hone her skills, but she also enjoyed simply observing others during dinner time. She made sure to grab some food along the way, normally a few meat rolls, a healthy cut of cheese, and a small collection of small uncut tubers boiled with garlic. With her meal secure, routine demanded that she venture across the weyrbowl for the Sparring Circle. It was always easy to find a seat in the benches that encircled the ring. There, she would nibble on her food, and pass pieces off to Apollo and Daphne when they behaved themselves. Each piece was savoured by her, for there was no need to rush, but once she did finally finish her meal, Angela would consider a good brawl or wrestle, for sometimes it was good to stretch out her limbs.

Or maybe she would just watch.

Looking about the circle, there was a thin group of men alternating among themselves in the circle. Did she want to join them? Angela did not know for certain, thus she decided to simply watch even once she had had her fill and let her hybrids polish off the rest of her plate.

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Thu Oct 11, 2018 10:58 pm

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After the excursion to Walled Hold to free the Daywherhandler and her beast, I'ent felt he could better improve his hand to hand fighting skills. He had picked it up well enough during Weyrlinghood but since graduating he hadn't sparred much. Sometimes Locke would run him through his paces but most often he pretty much relied on past experience instead of regular practice. He focused on other areas such as moving silently and leaving as little trace as possible especially in rural areas. He also worked on scaling buildings and trees so his free time was used up a fair bit. Now however he shuffled his priorities to ensure he hit the sparring circle at least twice a week. When not sparring he worked out in other ways. I'ent doubted he would ever be as good as Locke but he did feel he could hold his own against the average fighter.

He sparred a few rounds with the men who were at the circle that day before stepping out of the ring to cool off. Drying his face and noticed a woman sitting in the stands watching and eating a meal. He didn't recognize her but thought she was younger than he was, maybe a sister of one of the guys sparring perhaps or just somebody who liked to watch. Draping the towel over his shoulder he picked up the pitcher of cool water and poured himself another glass and slowly sipped it, eyes alternating between the next pair squaring off in the Sparring circle and the girl watching from the stands.


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Wed Oct 17, 2018 1:38 pm

(Sorry for my absence. Also, don't mind Solai. I have to use her to get Angela involved or else Angela is going to just sit and watch. She's being shy.)

Dragon Candidate Angela

Where Angela continued to content herself for the meantime by watching the fighters, her sister preferred to be far more involved with her approach. It was no surprise that Solai came waltzing into the circle, her eyes dancing from man to man. Quietly, and with perhaps a touch of resentment, Angela wondered if her sister was looking for a fight or a fling. It was frustratingly difficult to tell, especially after Iktomith's recent success with Tyreth... a second success... a torrid success...

... the very realisation rankled in Angela's thoughts.

Yet Solai played none the wiser as she swaggered up to her little sister and began to unbutton her vest in preparation for a good tumble. "You aren't going to join them?" Not only did the incredulity stain her tone, but it weighed in her delicate brows. "I thought you lived for this." She set her vest aside, and worked her tunic off as well, leaving behind a secure breast band, not that she has much to secure, thought Angela.

"I don't feel like it right now," she petulantly replied.

Solai added the tunic with her vest. "Suit yourself." Before she joined the boys, the greenrider made a quick whistle, gaining Scarletto's attention. "You, stay here with Angie-" she looked to her sister as the ruby fancy flit picked a bleacher that sat above the one the hybrids claimed- "You don't mind, do you?"

"No." It was a lie. Still perturbed by her sister's insouciant demeanour towards the outcome of Tyreth's recent flight, Angela minded everything that had to do with Solai. It rankled in her thoughts that for a second time, her sister had been with K'rios. In the first instance, Angela forgave her, for dragons would be dragons, but a second time? No, Angela was not ready to forgive her sister for the injury, not when it seemed far more purposeful than the last incident. Solai knew how she felt, yet that did not stop Solai from letting her own fancies influence Tyreth's decision.

Therefore, it was with a bitter silence that Angela accepted responsibility for Scarletto.

Wingrider Solai and Green Dragon Tyreth

While Solai did not know I'ent personally, she knew of him. The greenrider made it a point to know her fellow greenriders even she had yet to familiarise herself with them. After all, greenriders needed to stick together, did they not? With a smirk, she walked up to the man as he refreshed himself with a glass of water. "Working hard? Or hardly working?" asked one greenrider to the other in a distinct tease. Solai reached over to pour herself a glass as well, for she felt amazingly parched, and recognised the need to ready herself before venturing into the sparring circle. She might not have Angela's skill, but she liked to believe she had tenacity in abundance, enough to survive the men who worked themselves up in the last candlemark before her arrival.

"I'ent, right? I'm Solai." The femme greenrider likely knew the dragon better than the man, for her mind's ear always enjoyed netting draconic words, but he did not need to know that.


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For a few moments I'ent had watched Solai when she approached the girl in the stands but turned away as soon as she started taking clothing off. He didn't realy know why she was doing that, at least not at first. Only when she approached the gathered men hoping to spar in the ring did he realize she was just getting ready to fight.

When she approached and asked a question he assumed was more rhetorical I'ent blinked then gave a shrug. It had been hard work fighting in the ring. He wasn't one to try and stand out but he saw the value of knowing how to fight and defend himself. He wouldn't be any good to Locke if he couldn't hold his own in a fight. "Hard enough I suppose," he added after a pause.

"Yeah, I'm I'ent," he replied simply. He nodded when she went on to give her own name. After the introductions he glanced over at the ring and saw the current pair were still fighting. I'ent had already guessed they were pretty evening matched so knew the bout may take awhile. He didn't know if she expected him to ask her questions or stay quiet till she had something she wanted to say to him. At Walled Hold he knew exactly what to do when it came to women but here, he didn't know what was best. Instinct told him to keep quiet as that was how he was raised but Locke and Shireth as well encouraged him to talk with women, get to know them and not assume all were likely to cut his throat or betray him for kicks.

"Hmm...you know that girl in the stands?" He asked, flicking his gaze towards the girl briefly than focused back on Solai's shoulder. He didn't dare look any lower nor at her eyes. Not till he figured out just what type of woman she was...a Walled Hold woman or the Northern type who didn't seem to think all men were their inferiors.


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Thu Oct 18, 2018 2:23 pm

He seemed a bit cold... submissive even with how his eyes avoided her own. Solai immediately recognised the signs in his demeanour, as well as the slight accent in his voice, that marked the man as one of Walled. Not every Walled man lived so freely as Ao'mek, who so often portrayed himself with confidence and vivacity. Some of them were meek and distrusting due to troubled lives and the misfortunate bequeathed to them when they were born the wrong sex in the wrong place. Thankful of her time with Mul'rec, Solai's exposure to those more sensitive aspects of Walled culture allowed her to recognise when a Walled man distrusted her and why they did so. No matter his frigid response, the smile would remain upon her countenance, even daring to flash a dimpled grin at the man.

I'ent reminded her of someone, a fellow Walledese whom she had grown up admiring. He was once a slave, who won the right to stand on the sands and Impress to a bronze. The greenrider before her nearly looked like a spitting image of D'ran, and for a moment Solai could not help but wonder if there was some sort of relation.

"Hmm...you know that girl in the stands?"

"Why do you ask?" Solai asked playfully in turn. Before he might cast any doubt or suspicion on her for toying with him, Solai made sure to clarify her intentions. "Don't worry, I'ent. Walled, right?" Her smile softened for him as her words became but a whisper for his ears alone. "I might be from the north... but I've seen enough to understand. Don't worry, I'm an ally, and I'm not going to hurt you. We are greenriders after all, and I've found it best if we stick together regardless of sex or gender, rather than let those things drive us apart." She wished she had something to show for it, a symbol or branding that secretly showed her efforts for the cause in Walled. Yet Mul'rec's movement was slow and cautious. With the dangers of their efforts always lingering, spying, listening, the brownrider refused to give any sort of indication their cause existed... aside from when the product of it found itself scattered across Bottoms in the form of pamphlets denouncing the powers of the Walled Government, begging the citizens to unite in a tumultuous and violent revolution.


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Though the tone was playful it did put I'ent on edge, worried he had offended by asking. Before he could do or say anything he heard her trying to assure him not to worry. Maybe she meant well, with her guess that he was from Walled Hold but it was all just words to him. Even the whole statement about greenriders sticking together didn't do much to put him at ease. Walled Hold was lead by women greenriders, they were held in high esteem. He was a greenrider yes but he was still a male and he would never rise to the level of a woman. Not even in New Atricis, no greenrider hold positions of power none that he was aware of anyway.

He shifted his weight, glancing briefly at her face before looking down at her shoulder again. It did sound like she wanted to be friends but I'ent just didn't know. The woman wasn't the first greenrider he knew but Cehrazad at least knew what it was like living in the Bottoms, to struggle just to survive. What did a Northerner know of the life of somebody poor from The Bottoms?

"Just curious," I'ent responded, finding it easier to just answer the question even if the Solai didn't mean it to be one he had to answer. He just didn't know what to say about her claim to understand what it was like living on the streets. It did occur to him she may know others from Walled who talked about life there, he wasn't the first from The Bottoms who came to live at New Atricis after all.


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