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[Ebah]

~A RHYS MOMENT~

Early midafternoon. Lessons on making harnesses... Ten and a half turns ago.

You're doing it WRONG!
Izumeranth almost bellowed his irritation inside Rhys' mind with his ever relenting tone of how so very wrong his Bonded was working upon.
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!!
The bronze repeated his negativity of failure to his rider a few more times, even going so far as stomping his right forefoot a couple times as well as thumping his tail, extending his wings, and even allowing a low hiss to escape.

As if life wasn't enough for Rhys and Izumeranth, everything IN life had to be done with such perfection, or near-to perfection, Rhys was almost on the verge of wishing he wasn't a future hope in the dragonrider history.

Letting a grunt of annoyance be heard, Rhys thumped his riding straps, that he had been working on since the beginning of this week's weyrling lesson, down on the work table and upsetting the few other fellow weyrlings work before turning around and glaring in the general direction of his lifemate, Izumeranth. Not too long into having glared at the glowering bronze did Rhys turn around, without any say of words, vocally or mentally, and place both hands upon the work table, causing two of the other weyrlings to edge in opposite directions of the venting bronzeweyrling. Not before Rhys had even so much as thought of picking up the unsewn pieces of leather did a hand fall upon his left shoulder did he look up to see an old time friend of his, a partner in crime for any and all hatched schemes. For what may have been a long, quiet and understood moment between the two, the other weyrling, his friend, finally broke the silence with a bit of a grin coming forth.

"Feelin like some bubbly pies tonight, love? Heard da cooks are makin 'em fresh outta da oven this eve'n."

Rhys contemplated upon the words before he looked deeply toward the other male weyrling. Granted his friend was a greenrider, Rhys cared very deeply for his friend. Nevertheless on how strong their friendship was, he still did no really care to be called 'love'.

"Only if ya stop callin me 'love will I be more than glad to do something as coniving as such."

Having reflected upon his own words, Rhys thumped the greenweyrling heartily on the back and let out a hearty chuckle as he made room for his friend to work beside him. If anything, D'vyn would be able to help him with the sewing part of the harness they were to finish sometime within the following week.

FWEEE!!

You will do no such thing, tonight. You are to get your work done as well as study like you are supposed to. There will be no such-
GET OFF ME, RHEANTH!
Izumeranth had growled threateningly enough for all twelve working weyrlings and ten dragonlings, as well as the Weyrlingmaster and his blue, toward his direction. Of which consisted of Rheanth, D'vyn's infatuated green, atop the rather annoyed and struggling Izumeranth.

When Izumeranth had managed to wiggled out of the rather 'plump' green Rheath, the bronze turned toward the green and hissed, deep and low before bespeaking in the minds of every human and dragon within the area.

Leave me alone! I do not appreciate you stepping out of line in such a fashion that gets to the point of annoyance.
The bronze stopped for a few moments and then, almost in a sense, lowered his lids in a glaring sort of fashion and spoke once more, though for the green to hear only. Once he had finished, the green, shocked in what she had been told, turned tail and left the vicinity, leaving practically everyone in shock of what just happened and a very upset Weyrlingmaster and dragon.

"I shall not tolerate this sort of nonsense!
Rhys! to my office, now."

"But I-"

"Now, Rhys.
You too D'vyn."

"Class is dismissed. We will continue tomorrow. Anyone is welcome to take their harnesses and equipment to their rooms, but they must be back the following day. Good day!"

Izumeranth, you are to follow Yours.
The Weyrlingmaster's blue bespoke the somewhat venting, yet also pleased bronze in an upset tone before obviously telling something to His and going off in the direction the offended green had taken off to.

LATER THAT EVENING...


"Rhys, I can not allow you to keep on letting Izumeranth do such things to his clutchmates.
For Faranth's sake! they're his CLUTCHMATES!"

Rhys could sense that the Weyrlingmaster, F'ney, was upset with his bronze's reaction to the whole mishappening out in class, but could the blame really have been put on either 'rider or dragon? Not to Rhys. In a sense, it was D'vyn's fault for not restraining Rheanth from Izumeranth. But Rhys couldn't really put the blame on his best pal's dragon. Without putting much thought into his words, Rhys spoke in an unveering voice.

"Izumeranth was just venting his anger out when I made a mistake on my harness. He really didn't mean to say those things to D'vyn's green."

'Don't you EVER yell at Rheanth like that again. Got it?'

No promises. She starts it. She needs to be told off, and since no one else has enough guts to do it, I'm the one that needs to put her back in her place.
Izumeranth thumped his tail slightly against the floor of the Weyrlingmaster's room and looked unnervingly at the older man. Not so much as fearing the 'master like some of his other clutchmates did. No, Izumeranth was stubborn as such and he would not allow anyone, person or dragon, looked down on him for his actions. He was the 'leader' of his group, and he'd be fardled if he was going to allow anyone take his position.

Rhys rolled his eyes at hearing his dragon's snarky attitude toward him and turned to look at the Weyrlingmaster who, had been writing something down on a scrap of hide and frowned heavily upon the pair before clearing his throat and folding both hands together, atop his desk.

"No matter what the case may be, I feel like you both need punishing.
You, Rhys, for not controlling your dragon from bespeaking the whole group, and Izumeranth, for letting his anger get the better of him. As a soon-to-be ranking pair, you both need to cope together to learn how to control each other's anger-"

"Alright, we get it, F'ney. Can we just get our punishment and be gone?"
Looking, and sounding, dismayed, Rhys shifted from one foot to the next as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the bluerider with little concern of what he was to do. Worse that could happen was that he was going to have to clean out the latrines for a week or do errands for every 'rider or even haul out some firestones. What could possible be that bad? Izumeranth practically got him into doing every extra chore work there could possibly be, even some to where they were just made up.

"Rhys, Izumeranth.. Your punishment?"
F'ney sighed heavily as he lowered his gaze onto the paper he had previously been scribling something on. His light-brown and greying eyes sullen as they looked up upon the pair as his tone softened a bit. Obviously he discussed it with his dragon and both had agreed rather heavily on it.
"Both of you will not be graduating with the rest of the group unless you two can prove that you can both cooperate together.. Without harsh commenting toward others,"
This was spoken toward Izumeranth.
"and being able to communicate each others feelings before things get out of hand."
This, to Rhys.

That did it. Both rider and dragon had stared practically stupified on the spot.
Both were speechless.

"Not graduate on time?"
Rhys spoke this quietly under his breath as his eyes widened. His first thoughts were quite violent, yet he felt like he deserved it in every way possible. He felt like he didn't deserve such treatment. Didn't deserve to be a dragonrider like he always wanted to become. Maybe, just maybe..

Quite Rhys! I chose you for a reason. Whether we graduate on time or not does not matter. It is times like these that we learn to pull through. I do not do things without cause... Most of the time. But we LEARN more about one another, and we can not live without the other. I will try so long as you will.
The bronze snorted, unphased by what was said by the Weyrlingmaster. When he had finished his thought, he stood up and padded quietly toward Rhys and butted his firmly in the side.
Let us be off. You had plans for tonight, did you not?

As Izumeranth started for the door of the office, Rhys finally became aware of his surroundings and turned to head out the door as well. Since neither 'master nor weyrling had any more words to say, they were left at what was said.

THAT NIGHT...


"Ya know, Izzie didn't have ta be that mean to Rhea.. She was only havin some fun."
D'vyn whispered to Rhys as they both walked out together, having made sure that their dragons were asleep and heading toward the kitchen area.

"Yeah, Izumeranth and I were having some issues, so I guess I couldn't help it when he vented like that. I'm sorry.. On the behalf of both of us."
Rhys whispered back as he edged along a wall and peeked over the side to make sure no one was there to see them sneaking toward the kitchens. If anything, he was almost an expert at sneaking about in the night.

The two weyrlings had stealthily made their way toward the kitchens, having successfully evading a rather drunk dragonrider on the way, and was now creeping slowly toward the back area where the bubbly pies were still cooling. When they have gotten there, Rhys grabbed a couple of them and handed two over to his pal, and he, himself, handled two as well.

"They sure smell good.. Wonder what the fillings in these ones are.."
Rhys sniffed one of the pies he was holding as he listened to D'vyn comment on the ones he were holding. The pies did smell different. They smelt even more so delicious, and his stomach growled low as both weyrlings stared unbelievingly at Rhys' stomach before D'vyn snickered.

"Looks like Rhys' tummy-ummy is 'ungry."
D'vyn, this time, giggled as Rhys turned a shade red and then motioned for them to leave.


The trip back was uneventful. When the two had gotten back to the barracks, they made themselves comfortable in the large common room area and pulled up two of the comfortable chairs and sat down, looking from the four pies before them and then toward each other. Another successful filching of the kitchens.

"Who shall?"

"You go.."

"Alright. If you insist."
Rhys pulled out his pocket knife and sliced himself a part of the pies he had been carrying. The filling was a dark, crimsom shade of red, and even the smell of it tantalized his stomach and mouth to the point where he was practically drooling. Before Rhys could even take a bite from the piece he had bitten, a door from another fellowing weyrling creaked open, followed by another and another. Before either of the two weyrlings knew as to what was going on, all ten other weyrlings were up and helping themselves to the four stolen bubbly pies.

"Mmm, this is delicious!"
Rhys had noticed that D'vyn had already helped himself and just when things were just getting accustomed to the shocked Rhys, the door to the whole weyrling barracks slammed and at the entrance, stood F'ney.

[Ebah]

~AN EBAH MOMENT~

Late morning. In the kitchen/dining area to the practically everywhere else. Ten turns ago.

"Are you questionin mah authrity, Jahkob?"
A young Ebah, no more than nine turns of age, spoke in a rather snappish tone as she crossed her arms unhappily against her chest and shifted to putting her weight on her right foot; her left one tapping in an impatient manner as the boy she was obviously upset set with fidgetted uncomfortably.

"Cuz if ya are, than ya migh as well leave meh and teh group alone."
She uncrossed her arms and took a step toward Jahkob. When she had done so, Jahkob instinctly stepped backwards and held up his hands in a sign of surrender before Ebah stopped and gave him an evil childish glare.

"I wouldn't question anythin you'd say, Ebah.. I was jus-"

"Merely suggestin? Well, I dunt need that. I'm well off without it."
With her final word official, Ebah twirled around and ushered the rest of the weyrbrats to follow her in the direction of the kitchens. She had a date today there, and she'd be fardled if she were to miss out on it. Though bubbly pies weren't going to make it in her tummy by themselves without firstly causing a disturbance. Of which the young Ebah practically thrived off of.

Slowly leading the group of four other weyrbrats alongside the walls of the candidate barrack, Ebah zigzagged her way, motioning to the others when it was clear to follow or to stay, did they finally reach the dining cavern area. Their goal was to act as if everything was not so suspicious and to very idly, sneak into the kitchen to either a) sweet talk a drudge into giving them a bubbly, or b ) distract all of the drudges AND cooks out of the kitchen area to steal several bubblies at one time. Naturally, Ebah wanted to go with the latter of the choices, but she always made room for the goody-two shoe plan just so that she wouldn't get into too much trouble with her nanny. Oh the joys of whenever she frustrated the creche workers.. and everyone other adult who had to keep an extra eye out on her.

"Since we'll go wit the goody-two shoe plan, Thyme, you and Irin see if you can weedle out a bubbly or two for us.. If tha dunt work, than it's go show for mah favorite."
As conniving as Ebah sounded at the time being, Thyme and Irin grinned toward one another and headed off, well, skipped, toward the kitchen area. Not until what seemed like forever, but really it was around five minutes, the two came back slightly disappointed with no bubblies at hand.

Ebah, seeing the failure in the first plan, shrugged off the failed attempt and almost all too devilishly grinned her mischevious grin.

"'Member what y'all are suppose ta do?"
Ebah whispered secretively to her posse of 'brats as two of them started off to their watchout posts and the others nodded vigorously, obviously excited for what they were about to do.

Without much hesitation, Ebah pushed them off as close as she could toward the kitchen doors before taking off to stand dead center of the dining area. It was a good thing there were no 'riders in this partiular morning. As often as it was rare, she'd be danged if anyone dared screw up her mastermind plan. And the best thing of it all? No one knew exactly what Ebah was capable of doing right off the top of her head whenever she improvised.. which, in all honesty, she did a good majority of the time even if she had everything all planned out.

Setting herself exactly where she had herself thought of, Ebah gave her little thumbs up and took in a deep breath. She wasn't the little trouble maker of the Weyr for nothing. Once her nerves, or well, what nerves she might have had at the time, dissipated, Ebah ran headlong toward the kitchen doors, screaming 'bloody dragon!!' the whole way there. As she reached the door of the kitchen, she slammed them as hard as she could and just smiled at everyone that was within it. Granted the looks on their faces were priceless to Ebah, they finally realized if they didn't catch Ebah right then and there, they were in for a major mess.. For they would never be able to get Ebah to clean up her mess if she escaped, for they could never find her once she left the building and who knew where.

"I AM EBAH!! HEAR ME RAWR!!"
It was her signature phrase she always shouted whenever she felt like she was going to succeed in something, and the moment the people realized her phrase, they darted on after her. For the brief moment Ebah was standing there, pleased in all her glory, she took in the prideful moment and dashed away when she saw the first movements toward her.

"Cant catch meh! Cant catch meh!!"
Ebah yelled in a sing-song voice as she zigzagged about the dining room area with the whole kitchen staff at her heels.

She nodded just slightly toward the few 'brats she hid under the table and then headed out the doors with everyone after her. It wouldn't, or really it shouldn't, be long before those 'brats would snatch two or three bubblies and return to their hideout. More than likely she would be able to rid herself of the staff after tiring them down and then taunting them as she somehow managed to get out of their reach.

It was another successful steal.

LATER THAT DAY...


"It twas nuthin, really it wasn't!"
Ebah, flushing red from the many congrats she got from her compadres, turned to face the bubbly pies that were their prize for the day.

"Here's to the success of Ebah the Great!"

"Here's to our great bubbly pie stealing days!"
Ebah corrected the toast before she literally stuck her hand into the pie and pulled out a chunk, stuffing her face and licking off her fingers once she had finished the piece. The other kids had already begun helping themselves as Ebah sat down on the biggest boulder and just faced the weyrbowl.. Eyes almost glazed over as she thought quietly to herself.

"Whacha thinkin 'bout, Ebah?"

"Aw, nuthin much.. Jus that, within the next coupla turns from now, we'll all be a-Standin in the hatchin grounds, worryin as ta whether we be fit to ride them dragons. I sure dunt know what I wanna be yet.."
If anything at all, Ebah frowned slightly as she furrowed her brows a bit and continued to stare off toward that general direction.