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[May. 7th, 2007|02:45 pm] |
An unspecified number Some eggs hatched. Ka doesn't care to tell me the number. It was a while ago now. We have weyrlings. Some of them are fairly pretty. Some of them aren't.
Dedanseth rose too, and I spent that night the way I spend all other flight nights – up here alone.
Work is good now that there are more weyrlings. One blue, Er Thyia's, I can't spell that name ever, I'm not going to try, either.
We haven't had to save anyone recently.
I turned nineteen last week.
That's it. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2006|06:03 am] |
I hate my sister.
No, that's a lie. I don't hate my sister.
I don't hate my father either but.
Well I'm just really angry at both of them right now.
That won't stop me from defending Siren if this Yulianna girl ever comes back here. |
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[Sep. 6th, 2006|12:22 am] |
Saikath seems inclined to believe that the fact that I'm not currently having sex with anyone means that we're the saddest pair in our old weyrling group, since everyone's in a relationship but me.
This apparently makes me lame, by his logic.
But he's healthy and I'm healthy and so are the rest of the family around here -- including Sin and Baji's little son, whose name I suggested -- and N'shin and Pygaroth are doing well, so the rest of our cares are totally -- well, totally taken care of.
So I kind of don't care that I'm not having sex with anyone.
I'm 16.
And shards, if Saikath wants to have sex with someone? He can go have sex with someone. |
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| 20th of Summer, 50th Turn, 10th Pass |
[Aug. 27th, 2006|03:24 pm] |
I don't keep journals very well, do I.
Not much happened -- actually, that's a lie. Sorcha and R'lar had a baby, and their dragons had a bunch of babies, and the gold Impressed to a Reachian, Atl Lanti, who I sorta remember from when I lived there before.
Nimooshin Impressed, too, and -- okay, chronological, Saikath insists. Starting over.
The last time I wrote was Impression, so, um. Madigyth rose I got tapped for Sunfire, and then Madigyth and Cojiroth caught and Sorcha got pregnant, too, and then there were eggs. And then Lzi asked me to be an Assistant Weyrlingmaster, and I said sure, even though I was wondering why since I was only fifteen, but apparently, I'm smart or something, or it's just that Saikath is, which is probably what it is.
Anyway, so then people got Searched, including Nimooshin, and then the eggs hatched, and Nimooshin Impressed, too, and to a brown, named ... Pygaroth, yeah, and Saikath thinks he's funny (but wanted to know why Sorcha's egg didn't hatch at the same time as Madigyth's and I still don't have an answer for that one besides it'd make the whole event sort of awkward) and Lzi made us their -- Pygaroth and N'shin's -- mentors.
Now I've got to do that memory excersize, because to teach them I have to know their names ...
So, N'shin and Pygaroth. Lanti and Dedthingy Dedanseth. T'orq and Janjuth. Nalla and Qimath. Elle and Esdeeth. O'kay and Luber Lumberjath. Tr'ent and Munroth. Tessa and Nvdoth. R'daaz and Wreth.
And.
Um.
The other brown.
Bruziith. And T'myn. Score. Got it. Okay.
Have to go hack off hair now I think. Or teach them to do something anyway. |
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| 60th of Summer, 47th Turn, 10th Pass |
[Dec. 29th, 2005|12:41 am] |
I'm.
We're.
You know, I'm not very good at words.
Saikath says 'I kennit' and I'm not all entirely sure what that means. Um.
Um, Siren Impressed, too, green, Iq--um ... it's long, and she's green, and now I'm S'ke who is Sin's little brother, and Sin's a greenrider and I'm a bluerider (like Aunt Wyn, only I'm not as smart yet), and ... Avery Impressed too, and he's a blue also so apparently 'Ka knows his name -- Tirynth? Tirynth.
My sister's dragon's apparently Iqiazath. Thanks, Ka.
You can't ever ever catch her though okay? Okay. Never.
(He says he's too young to think about it and what am I crazy and he's going to sleep now.)
Also, um, there was a gold and her name's ... Madigyth, yeah, now Ka's really going to sleep, and she's Sorcha's, which is good because Sorcha is nice so she'll be a good weyrwoman ...
... Ka's tired and so am I.
I'm real tired.
Yeah. |
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| OOC: Saikath! |
[Dec. 29th, 2005|12:24 am] |
I'm just. Wow. Floored. Damned Internet -- couldn't get on for my own Hatching. I. Lose. I ran home & all, as well -- but I didn't expect to Impress, and as the curse of my own goes, I Impress at every hatching I miss, and don't at almost every one I'm actually at. I lose. But yay for Sapha, and further yay foooor ...
( Saikath's Inspiration! ) |
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| 76th of winter, 47th turn |
[Nov. 19th, 2005|07:02 pm] |
Found the journal in my bag.
Wow, I so didn't think -- never -- never thought -- wow.
I got Searched.
Candidate. Me. Ista Weyr. !!!
... not that it was meant, Bydelth actually wanted me as a playmate for one of N'ano's kids, but then they decided to keep me after all, and I haven't seen Siren yet but ... But I'm a candidate.
Not that I didn't expect I'd prolly become a rider someday 'cause of Dad, but at Ista! And I'm not even 13 yet! And they're Nverath's and Nverath's Si's weyrmate's dragon and ... yeah. !!!
[There will be a log. Really.] |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2004|06:44 pm] |
Da gave me this as a present when he and Ram dropped me off. He says it's a good excersize in character. (I can't spell that word. I also don't know what that means.)
But anyway, I'm supposed to write things! and talk about myself. Which I can do, I think. My name's Syke. My parents are Sii'kyn who is a dragonrider of brown Sidramuntalath at Southern Weyr, and Siannen, who is a nanny at High Reaches Weyr. We call Da's dragon Ram because it's the middle of his name and I think he likes it. Apparently he eats kids, but not me, because I'm related. Or else that's what Ram says he does. Da says he's never eaten kids.
And I lived with my da and his dragon when they transfered, and then just now Da brought me back to live at High Reaches with Ma. She says I'm tan. I'm not tan, everyone at High Reaches is just pale. I guess I'm tan.
I don't have any pets but there's a bunch of people with puppies, and I want one. Also, Da's llamas are around.
I miss Siren, even though people used to say she must hate me because she hates everyone else. I don't remember her hating me, but she might not remember me period.
The Harpers said my writing and spelling was very good, but my grammar isn't sometimes, and I don't know when to end sentences or put commas and to that I say oh well, I'll learn. And Ram would probably eat the Harpers for me too.
I'm going to close this now. Except I wrote 'Mine, not yours!' on the cover so people won't read it until I'm dead (which is apparently the real point of keeping a journal, so people can know what you're like when you're dead.) and I even remembered the comma. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2004|08:03 pm] |
childhood:
Once-pale skin now provides little contrast to the darkness that enshrouds this boy, tanned from turns in the Southern sun. Eyes are an oddity, palest grey deepening and spiraling until it blends with the obsidian of his pupils. Shot through with quicksilver, they provide an open window to this young boy's heart. Sleek locks of deepest ebony frame a delicate face, though the stubborn set of his jaw hints at inner resilience. His frame is short and slender, though still retains the rounded hints of youth.
childhood outfit:
Syke's clothing is an utter mess. His 'white' tunic now looks more like a shade of beige or brown from dust and dirt, and his pants have defeated the colouration law that black can't get stained -- with brownish splotches of mud 'pon the knees. Boots are worn and dusty and have a couple of holes, with socks of a definite ambiguosity.
weyrbrat knot:
The knot is a dusty mess, but it /could/ be determined, at closer look, to be the single cord-single loop combination of that of a High Reaches weyrbrat.
candidate's robe:
This is not a new candidate's robe in any fashion whatsoever -- old, worn and patchy, one can tell where repairs were made: those are the clean, fresh bits of white cloth messily sewn on by Syke himself. The original robe was worn at multiple Hatchings before -- probably, by the state of it, at least ten. As for footware? None. His father went barefoot, and he can too.
candidate's knot:
Shinier and newer than ever before, Syke's now got the single white knot that points him out as a Candidate.
saikath:
Murky eddies of turquoise swirl along the skeletal thinness of this young dragon, twisting and winding midst grays and tans as if his hide were marked by the waters of a desert pool and then bleached under a midday sun. Bluer sky reflections sweep from unusually pale oculars to the expanse of a staunch neck, only to give way to a sunworn cadet blue at the apex of shoulders, and across oddly creased-looking wings. This faded hue drifts along a slim back, touching every well-formed 'ridge, only to be reclaimed by sandy tides along his sides and stomach. Emaciated ribs emulate submerged driftwood, seeming ready to poke from the hide at any moment. There isn't an ounce of bulkiness on this blue; he looks as if his entire body has been honed to nothing but the essentials. Even the largeness of his seemingly dust-spattered paws do nothing to detract from his overall thinness, their mismatched size itself somehow fitting, as is the length of his formidable whiplash tail. |
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