Boredom and a poetic outburst

[Sintarith]

Kyran was bored. More than that, Kyran was immensely bored. He had wandered about the hold for several hours now, either to be shooed away, or given evil glares from the other hold kids. Southern wasn’t exactly his favourite place either, you know. He just found that the kids there looked at him funny, or else ignored him completely. Oh well, he thought, I’m not exactly a kid anymore am I? It’d only be half a turn before his 20th birthday came around. Still, he’d failed to find any proper work anywhere, because everyone seemed to have the people they needed - he was no good at hampering, the craft hall looked at him and laughed, the herdsman said he was too moody to work with animals and the masterminer hadn’t even given him audience. Around the hold, everyone else was busy but him. So he continued to scuff his way about, musing on his poetry.

Midday came and went, more to Mikyran’s relief - the sweltering sun was a touch uncomfortable. Wandering off, he found a quiet corner to seclude himself in. Well, it wasn’t much of a corner, but it was just outside the hold walls, so no one was likely to bother him. Which was enough of a corner to be happy in. The poem in Mik’s head was beginning to take form, and he found that as a slight breeze lifted the longer parts of his hair, it seemed to breathe life into his muse. Thankful he’d scrounged some old hide and a pen, he began to scribble furiously, scratching out parts that didn’t sound right, and adding annotations here and there. It was a short while before he put the pen down again. Looking at the paper, he smiled a little lopsidedly, but he was happy with the poem on his page.


Don’t cry anymore,
The ghosts can no more haunt you,
By your side, I’ll fight them all,
My love, I’ll keep you safe.

Don’t cry anymore,
The nightmare’s almost over,
Wake up now, I’m here with you,
My love, I’ll keep you safe.

And I’ll cry no more,
My past no longer matters,
Stay with me, you are my light,
My love, you keep me safe.


He felt it was lacking a verse somewhere, but he guessed that it would do for now. He could always finish it some other time. The inspiration for it he realised, came from his mother and father - how Lakyra had saved Mikal when his dragon had gone between. Then he felt a great pang of loss for his mother - he still felt it greatly. It was as if someone had cut a chunk out of his heart and thrown it away. Even nearly two turns after and he still missed her like it was yesterday. Of course, he still had his father, and still visited him on occasion, but it was not enough to assuage the grief he felt.

Noticing that the sun had began it’s descent, Kyran toyed with the idea of staying out of the hold all night. No one would miss him. No one needed him for anything. So he decided that yes, he would stay out here all night, although he would stay close to the walls, just in case anything happened. He wasn’t that strong that he could fend off a feline if it so deemed to come out of the jungle, looking for an easy snack. He didn’t even bother secreting himself away, because he knew no one would ask him to come inside, so he sat in plain view of everyone, a short distance from the hold doors. He sat, and began to sulk.

((There was another verse to that poem, but I can’t remember it >< And I can’t find my notepad I wrote it on either xD I’ll probably find it later, haha))

[Pheonix]

There was no real reason to T'rin flying around. He was really just bored. The Weyrling Lessons were going fine, and the dragons were starting to progress into adulthood. That sharding Copper of Alyana's still wasn't calming down though, and now she was huge... and not even full size yet. It's not that T'rin was jealous, he rather enjoyed Ophith's short wings and cute, pudgy body, but it's all the mischief she could cause with a big, higher-ranking dragon. Stupid girl. He sighed, looking up at the sky. It's getting dark,[/i] Ophith commented, looking up himself. While Ophith sort of had some trouble flying due to his rather short wings, he was still able to drift lazily through the sky with T'rin.

Hmm... maybe we should go back soon, T'rin responded, sighing. He loved flying above everything with the Jade. It was calming, and soothing. Which T'rin really needed if he was going to keep his sanity while training the Weyrlings. But Ophith kept flying. Where are you going? he asked, leaning on to the dragon's neck. Ophith didn't respond, though he seemed to have a destination in mind now. T'rin glanced up at the sky again. It was pretty dark... but flying at night never really bothered him. T'rin wasn't afraid of the dark, and he never had been. There were far worse things to be afraid of.

Sighing again, T'rin leaned on his dragon's neck and relaxed. Well if Ophith sensed something, he might as well go along for the ride. As he relaxed, his two fire-lizards blinked out of between and fluttered over to T'rin. The Scarlet and Onyx seemed bored, if anything. Roy fluttered over to his Mine and settled on his shoulder, relaxing. Havoc didn't seem to want to calm down, though, and he flew along with Ophith in the sky. Not that Ophith minded, he loved the little flitters, even if T'rin found them annoying at times. They were good company.

Ophith finally decided he reached their destination and began to land. T'rin sat up, looking at the surroundings. Even in the dark he could recognize Southern Hold. I sense a strong aura here, T'rinMine,[/i] Ophith finally informed T'rin the reason why he had decided to land here. Havoc fluttered around the landing dragon as he touched down a little while away from the hold doors. Eventually, the little red flitter decided he was much more comfortable on Ophith's head. I don't even see anyone. You're getting old, Ophith, T'rin responded with a laugh, patting the dragon's neck and sliding off. Before Ophith could even inform T'rin of Mikyran, Roy fluttered off his shoulder in the direction of the holdkid, sulking in front of the doors.

Grabbing the flitt before he could make a fool of himself, T'rin sighed. Ophith, you're not even a Searchdragon anymore, he sighed, holding Roy in his arms so the Onyx couldn't fly out to Mikyran. "Hey, kid!" T'rin called out, walking towards him. Ophith also walked closer, wanting to get a closer look at this kid. "Uh... I know this is a little out of the blue, but how would you like to come to Vyrzen Weyr as a Candidate?" he asked, glancing at Ophith. You sure about this? he asked, looking the kid over. I'm positive.[/i] Well, Ophith had made up his mind. This kid indeed had an aura worth looking at. He wasn't going to be able to concentrate if he flew above the Hold anymore if this kid didn't get to the Weyr.

[Sintarith]

As the onset of night progressed, and the sun vanished beneath the horizon, Mikyran stifled a yawn. Not only was it getting cooler, he was also getting bored. Well, the cold of the dark was a welcome relief after the heat of the day - that he could stand. But being bored, he could not. It was almost intolerable. Yet, it was probably still more interesting out here than in the hold proper. Besides, he hadn’t even really missed the evening meal, having swiped some bread and yellow fruit from the kitchens earlier that day. He set to the meal with gusto, savouring the soft juicy flesh of the fruit. It did to quench his thirst as well.

After a short wile, he found something to distract himself - a flying dragon. The lad almost laughed aloud when he saw a flitter flying about the dragon too. The difference in size was quite comical. He mused for a little while. The dragon and his rider must be from Vyrzen Weyr, nowhere else had dragons that colour; he couldn’t even be mistake for a green, the physiology was different. After watching the Jade dragon for a while - his sight was exceptionally good, even in the gloom of the night - Mikyran sighed. It sort of reminded him of the greens back home, but at the same time, the Jade was somewhat more majestic than them. His hide glittered subtly, completely unlike a green.

Though Mikyran had seen several of the different dragons flying about before, he had never seen one up close and he was pretty sure he hadn’t seen all of the new colours. Still, it would be nice to visit one day. Wondering how many different variation s of dragon the weyr actually held, he counted off the ones he’d seen - Jade, Aqua and Scarlet. Only three. He frowned slightly. The new queen was silver, but he’d never even had the chance to glimpse one. That was something he’d have to amend.

In the midst of his thoughts, Mikyran hadn’t noticed the dragon flying closer. It was only when he was close to landing that the boy actually realised and scrambled to his feet. Staring in complete awe, he stood stock still as dragon and rider landed nearby. As he hastily brushed the sand and dirt off his clothes that he seemed to have collected throughout the day, he didn’t notice the onyx flit trying to fly towards his; only to be foiled by his bonded. The lad almost jumped out of his skin when T’rin called out. He didn’t do the stupid thing of looking about; he was obviously the only ‘kid’ there. He didn’t even balk when the dragon decided to follow his Mine towards him. After all, Kyran was weyrbred.

Inclining his head, Mikyran listened to the offer, his mind reeling with mixed emotions. He had been invited to Vyrzen, and not only that, as a candidate! A huge smile broke out on his face, wiping away any traces of his earlier sullen boredom. Still, he was uncertain - true, weyrlife was what he longed for, but would be make a good candidate? The Jade must have thought so. Kyran bowed low to T’rin and Ophith. His voice was strong when he spoke, not betraying the wave of nervousness that flooded through him. “I’d be honoured if I could come. My name is Mikyran of Southern Hold, previously of Southern Weyr.” More information than that he didn’t volunteer just yet, after all, he could make proper introductions when they were adragonback. At that thought, another bright grin broke out on his face.

[Pheonix]

Hmm... so the kid didn't shrink away from Ophith. This child has a rather interesting aura,[/i] Ophith mused, looking Mikyran over some more. T'rin was at least amused by the kid's boldness, or perhaps they had just been around dragons before. Most of the people T'rin Searched had shyed away from Ophith (with the exception of that stupid Alyana, of course) so he was quite surprised when he saw a potential Candidate that displayed some amount of boldness. Being bold was a good thing in the Weyr, they didn't need a bunch of shy riders afraid of their own shadows.

However, as Mikyran revealed that he had formerly come from a Weyr, T'rin had to wonder why. That certainly explained why the kid wasn't afraid of Ophith, but why would any Weyrbread kid chose to come to the Hold? It didn't make sense, at least, not to T'rin. Perhaps the Weyr life just wasn't suited for some people. ... but that didn't seem to work for this case. He seemed ready and willing to hop on the pudgy Jade and fly off to the Weyr. "Been to a Weyr before, eh?" he spoke up, after mulling over why anyone would chose to leave a Weyr to go to a Hold. Realizing that in the complete spur-of-the-moment Searching he had forgotten to introduce himself, T'rin laughed a little uneasily, rubbing his hand behind his head and keeping a firm grip on Roy in the other.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm T'rin, and this is Ophith," he pat the dark green dragon's neck affectionately. Havoc chirped on top of Ophith's head, looking down at T'rin and Mikyran curiously. "Uh, that's Havoc and this is Roy," he said, struggling to keep the Onyx flitter from inspecting Mikyran himself. He really could make an annoyance of himself and was pretty much impossible to control. Sharding flitter. At least Havoc was keeping a distance, being up on Ophith's head. "That being said, I'm actually not really a full Searchrider, I'm actually the Weyrling Master," he said, thinking of the current Weyrlings. He really needed to get caught up on lessons, soon. "But don't let that discourage you or something, I was a Searchrider before a certain... girl... convinced me that I should take the position," he was starting to ramble. He didn't even know this boy. Perhaps T'rin was just longing for some company that WASN'T annoying.

In any case, he finally snapped out of it and looked back at the boy, who was probably waiting to leave. "Go grab anything you want or need and tell whoever that you're leaving. I'll wait right here for you to get back." T'rin was a rather patient guy, so Mikyran could take as long as he wanted, really. Besides, he needed to scold Roy and he didn't want to make a fool of himself by yelling at a flitter in front of the potential Candidate. It was getting dark, though, and while Ophith didn't mind flying at night, his wings were very short and it just made things even harder. Especially with another person. Still, daytime, nighttime, it didn't really matter. Dragons didn't run into each other in the sky, and they'd be back at the Weyr in no-time anyway.

[Sintarith]

It was hard to hold back bad memories of his previous home. Some things in the past needed to stay there. He was happy enough now, but he knew that being back at a Weyr would make him happier. “Yes sir. Mikal was my dad. Dunno if you’ve heard of him before. And my mum is...” He Mikyran paused, still struggling to come to terms with her passing, “…was, Lakyra.” Even as he said her name, his voice turned to a mumble. Most people knew about her strange appearance, but not so many knew she’d passed away the turn before. Furthermore, he didn’t really want any questions about it.

As T’rin introduced himself, Kyran beamed again, bringing himself back to the present. He was curious as to why the rider was restraining a flitter, and cocked his head at the sight, almost laughing. “I bet he’s a real handful then?” He said in between laughs. He didn’t usually find puns funny, but this had him almost in stitches. Mikyran listened with interest as the rider relayed his position, and the circumstances. It was always the girls. They were so damn... persuasive! Mentally shrugging that thought away, he watched the flitter in amusement. He stepped towards the rider and restrained lizard, inquiring permission with a glance, and then stroking the creature gently on the head. Its hide was soft, making him smile with delight. He’d never actually been so close to a fire lizard, even with living in a weyr. As Roy struggled, he noted T’rin’s suggestion that he go and get his stuff and nodded, leaving the flitt alone as he flashed a huge grin at the group and dashed off.

Banging on the hold doors wasn’t allowed. Especially not at night. Which is why he did it anyway; after all, he wouldn’t be there to punish. He banged with both fists, drumming out a happy little beat, until a grumpy drudge opened it and yelled at him. Ignoring this, Mikyran sped down the hallway to find his room. His exuberance was literally radiating off him as he grabbed clothes and stuffed them in a bag. He didn’t have much else, just a book or two of his scraps of poetry, and those got stuffed in the bag too.

Slamming the door shut, he rounded the corner that led into the hallway to the main doors. And slammed straight into one of the holder’s sons. “Oi, girlyboy! Watch where you’re goin!” The insult went unheeded as for once, Mikyran wasn’t listening, too involved with his own glee. Attempting to shuffle past the other boy, Mikyran pretended nonchalance, to be grabbed by the shoulder and shoved roughly backwards. “I said, watch where yer goin!” A faint glimmer of a scowl traversed Mikyran’s face before he turned to the holder’s son. He didn’t retaliate physically, but measured his words carefully. “Well Kilar, I wouldn’t need to watch where I were going if you took up a little less of the corridor” he said rather snidely. The boy tried to cuff him about the head, but Mikyran proved to be the faster and dodged, running at full belt out of the hold, laughing all the way. His words had hit home, again!

Still laughing his mirth as he returned to T’rin, Ophith and the flits, Mikyran sat on the floor to catch his breath. In the space of fifteen minutes, he’d probably managed to annoy the entire hold. Which didn’t matter. He hated it here anyway. “So, I’m ready!” The smile that crossed his face was charming, his best yet. “If you’re done with the flitter, would you mind letting me hold him for a while?” It would be absolutely ace if he could end the night at the hold with a fire lizard on his shoulder! That and the fact he’d be flying off on a dragon would show the entire hold – and indeed, many had come to their windows to see what was happening – that he was better than the lot of them!

[Pheonix]

Hmm... this boy was a strange one, that was sure. But sensing the parents topic was closed, he merely nodded and didn't comment. T'rin wasn't one to pry, especially not in something that would make the new Candidate uncomfortable. However, the boy seemed to perk up again after the subject was changed away from his late mother. Roy had learned to accept his fate and was limp in T'rin's arms, but he seemed to immediately start moving again as Mikyran came closer. He liked this boy, for reasons T'rin wasn't quite sure of. He usually only liked girls. But even as serious as T'rin tried to be, he started laughing at the pun. "Funny. You know, I think I'm starting to like you, kid," the Jaderider said with another laugh, finding it really hilarious for some reason. Roy merely looked up at His. Humans were so strange.

He watched Mikyran as he left to go get his things. Yawning, T'rin leaned against Ophith, rubbing his eyes. "So, any others worth Searching while we're here?" he asked, not wanting to have to make another spontanious trip to the Hold. He rather liked their little flights above this area, he would have to have to Search someone every time they came. Not that I can sense at the moment. They're either too far away or there aren't any others here,[/i] the Jade responded after a while. Weird. Whatever, at least it meant he could enjoy his flights above this place without any interuptions.

Thinking about it, T'rin had never actually been to this hold before. Deciding he'd take in as much as he could, he opened his eyes and looked around. It was pretty boring, nothing like the Weyr. He still couldn't fathom how people could chose to live here. Well, he guessed most of them didn't have a choice. If they were born here, they had to stay here. Unless they were Searched or something. But those that didn't have the spark... well, they didn't deserve to come to the Weyr then. It all worked out, really. Those who were meant to live in a boring Hold forever... lived in a boring Hold forever. The special ones would move on. It was simple. You're overthinking things again,[/i] Ophith spoke up, and Havoc lept on to T'rin's head, making himself comfortable in the short brown hair. You usually overthink things, not me, T'rin said, swatting at Havoc with his free hand why trying to keep a hold on Roy in his other. It didn't really work, so he ignored the bright red flitter making himself comfortable in His's hair.

As Mikyran came back, he frowned down at Roy, who looked back up at him with expressive, though not very intelligent eyes. Havoc was still buried in his hair, and it would be great to have someone else take care of Roy. "... hmm.... well, okay," he finally agreed, looking down at the Onyx, who was starting to struggle to get to Mikyran again. "Be careful though, he might scratch you," while this wasn't actually true, it was still possible, and he didn't want to be responsible if Roy scratched the other boy. Chirping in protest at this, he sent a flood of pictures of Mikyran smiling to T'rin, who grumbled and let go of the flitter, who immediately flew over to Mikyran and settled on his shoulder.

"Well, if you're ready, let's be off!" the Jaderider said, helping Mikyran up on to Ophith and then climbing up himself. The Jade stood up, his dark green hide shining oddly in the moonlight. It helped that T'rin had recently oiled it. Making sure that Havoc wasn't going to fall out of his hair, and double checking that Roy wasn't attacking Mikyran... he pat the Jade's neck and the dragon lifted off into the air. Wondering idly if this was Mikyran's first time on a dragon, they drifted lazily through the skies, not jumping between yet. The Weyr wasn't that far away, and T'rin's little flight had been interupted by this Search, so why not just fly straight the way back? It was much more soothing anyway. As long as you can handle it, old buddy, he pat the dragons neck affectionately again, the feeling of flying put him in a good mood. Of course I can. Neither of you really weigh that much. You could probably put on a few pounds, Mine,[/i] T'rin decided not to comment on this. Ophith flapped his short wings again, keeping them at a nice altitude.

[Sintarith]

Mikyran’s smile was a picture of absolute glee as Roy settled on his shoulder, and the boy absent mindedly scratched the little flit’s head. “Don’t worry, they never used to at Southern… they were actually quite gentle.” His brow wrinkled slightly as he remembered all of the fire lizards that used to play with him on the beaches. He’d often wondered why, but had passed it off that he was a weyrkid, and as such the flitters loved him because he knew dragons.

Shrugging it off, he smiled again and hoisted himself up to sit on the ridge of Ophith’s neck just behind T’rin. It felt so good to be on dragon back again! It had been a while since he had, having lived at the hold in the recent turns. He’d not even had the chance to go for a flight with the watch dragon, but then again, Kiraoth was old and H’lar didn’t like exerting him unnecessarily. Thinking back, he realised the last dragon he had been on was Jarylith, when M’to had brought him to the hold. He’d watched the weyr spiralling away to a small dot on the land below, though the shapes of dragons flying in and out were still visible. That had been a sad day. Since then, he’d rarely seen his father, and had only recently received news that he too had taken ill. The healer’s didn’t know why and had put it down to melancholy. Mikyran had offered to go back to the weyr, but M’kal hadn’t wanted him to see him in that condition and had forbidden it. They still kept in contact via letter though. A lonely tear spilled over the rest that were brimming in steely grey eyes, and trickled down to his chin, but the wind dried it quickly, so there was no need to brush it away.

Settling into the rhythmic beating of wings, Mikyran petted the little onyx lizard on his shoulder, more for comfort that to spoil the little creature. Roy crooned with delight and nuzzled against the boy’s soft cheek. “We’re not going between?” The lad was rather inquisitive as to why. After all, it would be easier for the jade dragon, and a hell of a lot quicker. The redhead was told that it wasn’t far anyway, so flying straight would be more enjoyable, and anyway, Ophith didn’t mind. Contented, Mikyran didn’t question anymore. He didn’t really want to cut the flight short anyway, it was more than just a little enjoyable.

When the group finally arrived at the weyr, Mikyran jumped down from the Jade’s neck and beamed up at him, bowing courteously. “Thanks Ophith, I’ll never forget it was because of you and your rider that I was able to come here. I’ll come see the both of you sometime, yeah?” He giggled to himself then remembered. “Oh yeah, if I Impress, I guess you’ll have to be putting up with me a lot more than just occasionally, eh?” Shaking hands with the Jaderider, he grinned, then detached the reluctant flit from his shoulder. Roy seemed rather disgruntled that he had to be leaving, and cheeped disconsolately. Mikyran scrubbed the little ridges on the flits head with his nails. “You’ll see me again silly little thing, you can pop in whenever you like.” Bowing to the group again, he wandered off towards the candidate barracks, which T’rin had pointed out. He didn’t rush to get there, he merely took his time, taking in the sights of the unusual weyr which he was now a part of. Another gleeful smile filled his face. He felt like he belonged again!