Post by namelesslilly on May 30, 2006 16:10:21 GMT -5
((Well I wrote up T’mar for one as being a bit of a pranker, but I have yet to actually play out any of his said pranks so here is one that was swimming around in my demented little head that I thought would be funny… and painful… as I plan on plying out his punishment as well. So feel free to step in… drag me off to the Weyrling Master or the Weyrleader or who ever. ^_^ ))
Siath was uneasy, and Secusith could feel it but T’mar had told his brown not to tell anyone what he was planning… so what could he do?
*****
T’mar snickered quietly behind his hand as he squeezed though the door left partly open by one of the drudges doing the laundry. It was times like these when he was glad he was small as he ducked behind the large washbasin, ignoring the webs clinging to him after he knocked them off that unused side.
“Did you hear something?” one of the younger drudges stopped loading the candidature robes into the basin to look toward the door furrowing her brow.
“Haw? No… lets get back to work were almost done, these just need to soak a little more then we can start washing the stains out.” Both women shrugged and continued dropping the robes into the basin wile T’mar crouched hidden behind it, one hand holding a bag to his chest the other covering his mouth.
This was going to be great, the red fabric dye in his hand was just enough to make ever white thing in that tub of hot water turn a pail baby pink. Even just a few moments in the water would make someone look twice at the color. he waited patently silent for once in his life as the two drudges finished there work brushed off there hands on there skirts and headed for the door, chatting amongst themselves.
When the door clicked closed T’mar stood up laughing and smiling pure evil, as he wasted no time emptying the bag into the hot steamy water. White was never his color…
*****
Siath groaned finally unable to stay quiet he reached out for Secusith’s mind, touching the green gently who in turn reached out to her chosen, mischief and humor in her voice despite the worry in the browns…
*****
T’mor walked as quickly as he could without looking too suspicious down the halls of the lower caverns. What was he thinking! Sure somewhere in the back of his head he thought the idea as hilarious as his dragon and his friend did but to really do it! Only T’mar would be so foolish.
Rounding the corner the young greenrider nearly ran into the two young drudges who where normally in charge of the wash. Having once been a drudge himself he recognized them and them him.
“Oh Tamor!?” T’mor smiled and Secusith hissed from her weyr but the women couldn’t here that and the glint in there eyes took on an evil shine, “oh wait you impressed didn’t you? What was it a… green…” the way she said the color made it sound as though it wasn’t normal for boys to impress greens though they where the most common color and the chances of a girl impressing was slim. The Weyrling continued to smile however as Secusiths eyes swirled red Siath trying to calm her.
“So what is your name now… greenrider…” they both giggled bringing their hands up to try and stifle it as T’mor shifted uncomfortably. He was not in the least bit ashamed of the most lovely green that had ever broken or would ever brake the shell but he didn’t have time for this and he knew what they where doing… they where trying to get him to talk they always did. He didn’t say anything.
“Oh come on young… greenrider,” more giggles, “you can say your own name can’t you?” they where talking to him as though he was some five turn child… he may look ten but they knew he was 14 and a dragon rider now… T’mor just continued to smile, silently.
The girls where loosing there patents with him and standing straight one looked at the other and said scathingly, “well if he won’t tell us his new name we will just have to give him one… how about… greeny… yes I think that is a good name.” T’mors smiled didn’t drop he loved his Secusith and was proud of her he would not get angry just because they where trying to make his green something he should be ashamed off. Seeing their plan had not worked the girls pouted and pushed pasted him shouting over there shoulders, “see you latter greeny hope you have some fun flights ahead of you…” luckily for them neither T’mor nor Secusith had heard that last bit as he was rushing back through the halls the moment they had passed him.
*****
T’mor burst through the door just as T’mar was wiping his hands off on a newly cleaned towel. The brown rider looked up at him startled at first but smiling later. “So he told your Secusith did he? I should have known, that brown is so much like you…” he shook his head finishing his hands before standing up straight. T’mor was taping his foot hands on his hips looking like the head woman in little boys skin. The look almost made T’mar laugh… almost, “oh come on T’mor it’s a harmless prank… besides its too late now.” That was for curtain as the smell of the dye quickly filled the room, overpowering the normally sent of soap and other cleaners.
Sighing T’mor pointed towards the door indicating that they should get as fare away from the seen as possible. T’mar gladly obliged and T’mor took up his place beside his friend as they headed for the door and the hall, but when the green rider opened the door there was someone already standing there, blocking their only exit to freedom…
"oops." was all T'mar could say as T'mor brought his hand up to cover his eyes, he was too late.
Siath was uneasy, and Secusith could feel it but T’mar had told his brown not to tell anyone what he was planning… so what could he do?
*****
T’mar snickered quietly behind his hand as he squeezed though the door left partly open by one of the drudges doing the laundry. It was times like these when he was glad he was small as he ducked behind the large washbasin, ignoring the webs clinging to him after he knocked them off that unused side.
“Did you hear something?” one of the younger drudges stopped loading the candidature robes into the basin to look toward the door furrowing her brow.
“Haw? No… lets get back to work were almost done, these just need to soak a little more then we can start washing the stains out.” Both women shrugged and continued dropping the robes into the basin wile T’mar crouched hidden behind it, one hand holding a bag to his chest the other covering his mouth.
This was going to be great, the red fabric dye in his hand was just enough to make ever white thing in that tub of hot water turn a pail baby pink. Even just a few moments in the water would make someone look twice at the color. he waited patently silent for once in his life as the two drudges finished there work brushed off there hands on there skirts and headed for the door, chatting amongst themselves.
When the door clicked closed T’mar stood up laughing and smiling pure evil, as he wasted no time emptying the bag into the hot steamy water. White was never his color…
*****
Siath groaned finally unable to stay quiet he reached out for Secusith’s mind, touching the green gently who in turn reached out to her chosen, mischief and humor in her voice despite the worry in the browns…
*****
T’mor walked as quickly as he could without looking too suspicious down the halls of the lower caverns. What was he thinking! Sure somewhere in the back of his head he thought the idea as hilarious as his dragon and his friend did but to really do it! Only T’mar would be so foolish.
Rounding the corner the young greenrider nearly ran into the two young drudges who where normally in charge of the wash. Having once been a drudge himself he recognized them and them him.
“Oh Tamor!?” T’mor smiled and Secusith hissed from her weyr but the women couldn’t here that and the glint in there eyes took on an evil shine, “oh wait you impressed didn’t you? What was it a… green…” the way she said the color made it sound as though it wasn’t normal for boys to impress greens though they where the most common color and the chances of a girl impressing was slim. The Weyrling continued to smile however as Secusiths eyes swirled red Siath trying to calm her.
“So what is your name now… greenrider…” they both giggled bringing their hands up to try and stifle it as T’mor shifted uncomfortably. He was not in the least bit ashamed of the most lovely green that had ever broken or would ever brake the shell but he didn’t have time for this and he knew what they where doing… they where trying to get him to talk they always did. He didn’t say anything.
“Oh come on young… greenrider,” more giggles, “you can say your own name can’t you?” they where talking to him as though he was some five turn child… he may look ten but they knew he was 14 and a dragon rider now… T’mor just continued to smile, silently.
The girls where loosing there patents with him and standing straight one looked at the other and said scathingly, “well if he won’t tell us his new name we will just have to give him one… how about… greeny… yes I think that is a good name.” T’mors smiled didn’t drop he loved his Secusith and was proud of her he would not get angry just because they where trying to make his green something he should be ashamed off. Seeing their plan had not worked the girls pouted and pushed pasted him shouting over there shoulders, “see you latter greeny hope you have some fun flights ahead of you…” luckily for them neither T’mor nor Secusith had heard that last bit as he was rushing back through the halls the moment they had passed him.
*****
T’mor burst through the door just as T’mar was wiping his hands off on a newly cleaned towel. The brown rider looked up at him startled at first but smiling later. “So he told your Secusith did he? I should have known, that brown is so much like you…” he shook his head finishing his hands before standing up straight. T’mor was taping his foot hands on his hips looking like the head woman in little boys skin. The look almost made T’mar laugh… almost, “oh come on T’mor it’s a harmless prank… besides its too late now.” That was for curtain as the smell of the dye quickly filled the room, overpowering the normally sent of soap and other cleaners.
Sighing T’mor pointed towards the door indicating that they should get as fare away from the seen as possible. T’mar gladly obliged and T’mor took up his place beside his friend as they headed for the door and the hall, but when the green rider opened the door there was someone already standing there, blocking their only exit to freedom…
"oops." was all T'mar could say as T'mor brought his hand up to cover his eyes, he was too late.
