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Date Posted: 12:47:38 09/26/05 Mon
Author: D'minic & Ulyssanth, Homer, Raz, Vala
Subject: >Just dropping by<
In reply to: D'ctor - Whoth 's message, "onoessss!" on 17:00:20 09/08/05 Thu

Despite his best efforts, D'minic had managed to be late to the Hatching, and had chosen to tuck his firelizard egg into a pot on the hearth instead of going to his weyr and getting into his formal clothing. Now he rushes down the hallway, fastening up his jacket as he goes, and silently cursing his tendency to let time slip through his fingers and not realize it until he's running very, very late. At least he's hearing the Feast speech, even if it's second-hand, very jumbled, and through an unhappy green firelizard's ears and eyes. He's getting the gist of it, the names and ranks that the Weyrleader is giving out, and that's the important bit. /Ulyssanth, do you think I should bring Trag's gift down with me, or drag him up here to get it later?/ he asks, though the question is rather rhetorical, since he's already two levels down from his weyr. Gangly blue Raz wings along behind him, cheerfully nipping at his fingers as he tries to straighten out his clothing. "Shards, Raz, will you cut that out?" D'minic snarls in frustration.

Ulyssanth points this out, a bit reprovingly; the brown dragon is quite fond of Trag, for whom D'minic serves as a sort of adoptive uncle. We can bring him up later, if you see him. He'll enjoy the ride, I think. Ulyssanth is currently relaxing on the heights, a bronze firelizard curled up in the hollow of his shoulder. Homer has much better manners than Raz, the dragon, trying to be casual but unable to keep a touch of smugness out of his tone.

/That's because he's too busy adoring you to cause me any trouble,/ D'minic replies, his tone a mix of fondness and exasperation. He doesn't care what's possible or what's not; Homer had hatched looking at Ulyssanth and hearing the brown dragon's voice in his head, even if D'minic had fed him his first meal, and the brownrider will swear under oath that it's the dragon that Impressed the little creature. Homer barely even pays him any attention unless Ulyssanth tells him too. Pausing in the middle of the hallway, D'minic manages to get his jacket fastened and runs a hand through his hair, smiling faintly as he hears someone rummaging around in their weyr. At least I'm not the only person running late. Then Raz zooms over his head, seems to pause in mid-air by the doorway of D'minic's comrade in tardiness, and glances back long enough to chirp cheekily at the brownrider before zooming into the weyr. D'minic swears at the blue firelizard - he's always mischief incarnate, but he's been worse the past sevenday or so, and now he's going to start perpetrating chaos upon some other unsuspecting soul instead of just D'minic - and rushes after him. "Whatever he's doing, I'm sorry-" he begins, then stops short.

Raz is circling near the ceiling, but doesn't seem to have touched anything yet. The room's occupant isn't making a fuss, at least. And said occupant is eerily familiar. D'ctor, D'minic's brain supplies, and then, One of the new Wingleaders, but he only knows the man by name and reputation and wonders for a moment at the familiarity. Then he realizes that Vala had sent him an image-flash of this man, rushing out of the Lower Caverns with his cape swishing behind him. /Raz, get down here,/ the brownrider snarls at his firelizard, and is rather startled when Raz cheeps agreeably and flutters down to land on his shoulder. Then he fixes a smile on his face. "I'm sorry to bother you, but- are you packing?" Only now does the full scene click in his head. "Why are you packing? You just became a Wingleader, didn't you?" It's probably a bit rude to be asking such questions, but D'minic has never been known for his tact. Friendly, yes; tactful, no.

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Um.. yup. -- D'ctor - Whoth ( Adric ), 20:33:39 10/12/05 Wed
- >~< -- D'minic, Raz, 11:18:34 10/13/05 Thu
  - Hmmn. -- D'ctor - Whoth, 13:17:14 10/13/05 Thu
    - >~< -- D'minic, Ulyssanth, Homer, Raz, Vala, 12:05:26 10/14/05 Fri