Tag: Open / Eavan
Word of the colossal blue finding his match in a gold of all dragons had swept over the weyr, bringing about unrivaled controversy for the first day. Although the worst of it had subsided, there was still a good deal to be batted against, each challenge to be faced as a new leader. Weyrleader had been a rather unexpected position to be thrust into, confident and encouraging as he had been towards Verikath, but one that X’aden had taken with no less appreciation or dedication than his previous roles. If anything, it was a cherished reminder of his time at Ivory Tower, and building the foundation of what had now become a prosperous community. But Atricis was his home now, and it was his goal to ensure the same fate of a bountiful future would be secured for the weyr.
He’d reached out to the already established leaders and hoped for a near seamless transition, or at least as much could be achieved. Ay’li had been the first of his go-to’s, and kept her in place as his second. A trusted confidant and a welcome friend, one he knew that he could not only rely on to get matters settled, but would stand in his corner when needed. And bat against him if he wronged a step. The kind of encouragement that he was grateful that the lady was one to speak her mind, and the entire reason he’d become as autonomous as he was these days. Something that had grown from a ‘better to ask for forgiveness than permission’ into a ‘help out, or find another way’ moral, focusing on the positive. Everyone had their own ways of doing so, and contributing their part. It was his job to help recognize it and encourage growth.
Eavan had been the other part he’d found good compassion for, although they were the furthest one could get from anything established together. A working relationship, but in his mind a plentifully positive one. From the one night they’d spent together he’d learned a great deal about the lady, more than words could translate, and appreciated her outlook on society, much the same as Verikath continued to be at the ready to dote upon Paiseantath, if she requested it of him. Regularly checking in was a frequency for both on their counterparts, although not to the point of unnecessary hovering. There was far too much to be done in such a short time. The arrival of the Pearls had proven that as his first major challenge to welcome.
He’d been appreciably surprised at the outcome of their first contact, going so far as to collaboratively welcome a feast with the other leaders. One that he hoped would turn out for the better, and thus far given the amount of labor and love that had been placed into the gather, he saw no reason to expect anything less. For the better part of the last few hours, he’d spent working alongside his own blue and Saitavis to help ready the last portions of the gather. The golden black pearl held an appreciation for dedication and well-wishing of both their communities, something the two shared and had conversed on a exceptional amount whilst servicing the setup.
As others began to arrive, he politely excused himself from the pearl’s presence in a thankful gesture for the dragonkin’s time and perseverance to ensure a good outcome. Now was the time to mingle and welcome the others, hoping for a bountiful evening. And with any luck, meet a few new faces.
Tag: Open / Sid'nis
Carried aloft into the wind upon a gentle breeze, much like the leaves that preceded it the past three months had slipped away from Kinali unlike any before. Time had jolted from a crawl into a rampant sprint to clutch the edges of it, lest he wish it to slip out underneath him. Business was something generally welcomed by the lad, but this…this was something different. There was a spring in his step more than any other notable moment in his life, and in general his attitude had been growing for the better. No longer downtrodden by the occasional negative thought of which he hid from society, leaving it a barren ground for anyone searching for a pessimistic thought about him. Of course, those that knew him…it was already hard enough to find someone as exuberant as he was to publicly express any cynicism. Perhaps in private, when he had his own issues to deal with, but those were beginning to become overshadowed by other curls of pages unfurling to take the place of their predecessors. Each day had been a boon compared to the last, with the corners of his lips never failing to shy away from a hint that he was for once in his life content. Maybe even more so.
Spring had a way with people, lifting the air from the mellow or miserable into serenity. For others, not so much, but the day handler found himself reflective much as his title suggested. Abundant with joviality and a glimmer of sunshine within his eyes, overflowing from his typically pleasant air that he cast around in public. Something was most certainly different about him, though it was nigh impossible to predict what. At least, for most. A few keen eyes and those permitted to indulge in his personal life knew the reason. It wasn’t public, not for him at least, but there was rarely a need to broadcast such events in his mind. If it came out naturally? No harm done, so long as the other was fine with it. If it didn’t? That was fine too. But contentment was the least of his worries as Nerosali had matured into her dual roles, pacing him as he frolicked to keep up with his own trade. A business that had swamped him with a prodigious amount of intake to process before the upcoming gather took place.
The work kept him busy, and for the most part happy. Getting home afterwords though? That was the treat. Not just unwinding, but the legitimate free time, and if luck permitted, the opportunity to see someone special. As news of the pearls came to the weyr he’d only found the swagger of his playfulness springing for action. Festivals were the best time to relax and take part in the one thing they hoped for: peace and serenity. His life had been blessed with options for it in the past few months, but none this grand. Or at least, none compared to how the gather had been described. Nothing short of extravagant, given the amount of work he’d seen placed into preparing for it. And the opportunity to witness a new being? That was a treasure in itself. An adventure, even.
He’d packed up the essentials for the affair, and enclosed them into one of the abodes set aside in the form of a tent. The last of which he’d seen hadn’t brought about pleasant times, but this…he had a good feeling about this one. There was a brisk warmness in the air as it embraced his form, and a welcome rush of waves against the sand. Music was still only faint, but he had no doubt the feast would roar to life soon, and with any luck his other half would arrive — Iolith in tow. Much like Sid’nis and his family, Nerosali had grown to welcome his company, despite her proclivities of being isolated. She was social, there was no doubt about it, but the dragon was a welcome confidant to her, and one she enjoyed plotting with regularly.
“Will you stop fussing already?
” she doted, mucking about her bonded’s hair with her muzzle. “It’s not as if you’re about to be judged for best attire.
” If the lady could roll her bespectacled eyes, the dragonkin likely would have, if her sass was any indicator. “Be yourself.
Finishing the buttons to his light tweed jacket and shorts, Kinali had finished what the blackrose deemed ‘appropriate’ for the evening. No shirt to accompany it, and despite his insistence of keeping the upper portion closed, the day wher had been rather focused on keeping at the very least the top four buttons undone. ‘Live a little
’, she encouraged. He already was living, or had she forgotten? “You know I haven’t,
” Nerosali laughed, a glimmer of appreciation within her orbs.
“Now if we’re done in here, I’d very much like to see what’s going on out there,
” she emphasized, focusing on the fact that there was an outside world to experience. Brushing his hand along her neck Kinali placed a gentle kiss on her before laughing and opening the flap to the tent. Onwards to see what the night held.