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 Greener Pastures, SP:18 {Zane/Sakoru}
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 Posted: Dec 4 2017, 08:47 PM
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He wanted to be sure he had enough space, and was (hopefully) away from prying eyes. Embry hadn't dared to interact with his pseudo-fathers canines. The beasts would have ripped his limbs off had he tried; therefore, he had little experience training animals of any variety. He knew it was important, especially living in the Weyr, to have a well-behaved pup. His icehowler was no canine, which was all the more reason to make sure she was properly trained. So far Sacha had sit down to an art form, and was quickly learning her down and stay commands. Embry had never once thought to leash her, nor had she ever needed to be leashed. The icehowler pup rarely strayed from his side, and her recall was impeccable. He was lucky that he'd procured himself a calm, obedient, pup.

Embry had never wanted a pet. Even now, he didn't see the icehowler as his pet. She was a companion, albeit an unexpected one. It was easy enough to forget that she was there, given she rarely barked and seemed to value quiet-time nearly as much as he did. He was starting to feel like the pair of them were made for each other, as sappy a thought as it was. The pups name had come to him, not that he'd ever known a Sacha in his entire life. It suited her, in his opinion. Truth be told, his opinion was the only one that mattered. Sacha may have been a tad unconventional, but who was likely to say anything? He'd just as soon bite off the head of anyone who tried.

The gold and white icehowler was trotting alongside him, her ice blue eyes surveying the sprouting green grasses about them. It had warmed up significantly these past couple of weeks, given it was now Spring and the snow had come to melt away. Now things could grow again, and breathe life back into Dalibor. Embry wasn't a fan of the cold weather, though he preferred the cold to the blistering heat. Thankfully Dalibor's Summers weren't unbearable. It was easy enough to hide inside on days when the weather disagreed with him. Now that he wasn't alone-for he had Sacha-he didn't feel the need to poke about for someone to pester. (Of course, he was still given to pestering people--just not as frequently). Sacha helped to ground him, for she rarely enjoyed his bouts of rage. Yes, they were quite a pair indeed.

The icehowler pup was growing, and quickly at that. She was no longer as small as she once was, and soon she would be no "pup" at all. "Sacha," Embry called as the snow white pup became occupied by something in the dirt. She clawed at the spot one more time before her head raised up. The young man called her over with a low whistle, to which she came running. Stopping, the older candidate knelt down. At eye-level with his companion, he reached up to ruffle the fur atop her head. Sacha merely stared her friend in the face, tongue flopping out to the side in a display of tranquility. The Weyr had become her home, though her boy was far less attached to the place. He felt as if the Weyr had betrayed him, given he still had no dragon.

It was difficult to pinpoint when the next hatching would be, and Embry was doing his best to occupy his mind. His chances lessened more and more with each passing day, or so that's how he felt. The next hatching, whenever that may be, was likely to be his last. He'd be lucky if, by Faranth's good graces, another sub-queen or sport flew. If he stayed out of trouble, and kept his head down, maybe he'd be blessed with the announcement of more eggs upon the sands. He wasn't that lucky... but it was a nice thought all the same. There were better people at the Weyr than he, people who deserved to impress far more than he did. Rome was one such person. Even his roommate, Xialas, stood a better chance. The healer-boy was young, and determined. Someday Rome would leave him behind, and forget all about him. She'd feel awkward in his presence, like A'dran did. They would no longer have anything to talk about...

Sacha shoved her face in Embry's, disrupting his thoughts. The young man clenched his jaw, and turned his face away. The ex-Trader's hand slid down, forcing the icehowlers face away from his own. Despite his not being in the mood to deal with the pups antics, she pressed him. Whining, the pup advanced, forcing Embry to sit back and accept her upon his lap. He sighed, but allowed it all the same. Sacha curled up, resting her face upon her friends knee. Her boy needed her-she could tell. The young man peered down at the pup in silence, coming to pet her as before.

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Candidacy was more fun now that she had a puppy to play with. Rome might have spent seemingly endless Turns of her life vying for a dragon that never seemed to come her way, but Amarythea was a pleasant distraction from all of that. At the very least, she always had a friend, and the icehowler’s presence helped immensely with the loneliness that seemed to grow with every hatching. Dashingly bedecked in a red bandana, the icehowler trotted ahead of her human, tail wagging. Confident and bright, the pup never seemed bothered by her surroundings, no matter what they were. Most situations were met with a cocked head and a sense of curiosity, but Rome hadn’t actually witnessed Amarythea being afraid of anything. It was cute to watch her bounce headlong into all sorts of challenges.

Idly kicking a bit of dirt that dared show itself before her, Rome searched for something to do. Chores were done, lessons were done, and she wasn’t sure what she wanted to get up to today. While her icehowler was perfectly happy to just roam around doing nothing but exploring, the human girl kind of wanted to do something. Maybe she should teach Amarythea a new trick, or go over the stuff she already knew. At least that would kill some time.

Usually the icehowler didn’t go very far from her side, preferring to stay with her human. Now, however, she paused, ears and tail pricking up, and then Amarythea was off like a shot, bounding toward the Weyr wall nearest them. Looking up at the sudden motion, Rome caught sight of Embry and Sacha, with the latter sitting in the former’s lap. Amarythea skidded to a halt in front of them, rudely sticking her head into the middle so she could lick her sister’s face – and Embry’s too, for good measure.

Grinning, Rome trotted after her puppy. Her little legs didn’t go as quickly as the icehowler’s, but she reached the gang in a moment or two – just as Thea was parking her haunches in order to execute the ‘sit pretty’ trick that Rome had gleefully taught her. Now she did it, and perked up her ears, tongue lolling, staring expectantly at Embry. Rome ruffled the pup’s head and flopped down next to her friend, crossing her legs and offering him a bright smile. ”Hi, Embry. What’s up?”

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Another icehowler pup came galloping across the open land, headed straight for Embry and Sacha. The silver-coated creature shoved her head in both of their faces, to which Embry scoffed and reflexively pushed her away. Sacha tolerated her sisters boisterous behaviour before raising her head up and offering a yip. Embry wiped his face off on his sleeve, muttering under his breath whilst Sacha's sister sat pretty. The icehowlers human wasn't far behind. The girl came to seat herself next to Thea, smiling sweetly. Embry regarded her with a fairly blank stare. Rome was one of the few acquaintances he had made since having come to Dalibor. He hadn't known her as long as A'dran, but she had quickly earned his respect. Embry being Embry, he was tentative to trust anyone...

"Hey," he offered casually, unsure of how to describe the nothing he was doing other than to say: "absolutely nothing." He would've rather busied himself with something or other, but here he was. Spending time with Sacha was nice, he had to admit; even so the young man was easily bored. Hopefully Rome would have some sort of dire emergency that he could help her with--not that he liked being a hero or anything... If something needed doing, he could at least try to help. "Everything good?" he asked, inwardly pleading for the girl to save him from certain boredom.

The most exciting thing to happen as of late was the plague, and it was a tad morbid to call something like a plague "exciting." It had been incredibly painful and, worst of all, embarrassing. Thankfully Rome had chosen not to ask him about any of the things he'd babbled on about... At least she had been there, rather than a stranger. He couldn't recall if he'd properly thanked her, not that he was all that great at thanking people on average. He would've benefitted from practicing better manners. As it stood, the ex-Trader did what he could.

Sacha could have gotten up to play, but for now she laid her head back down. Embry lowered his gaze to the icehowler, quietly petting the fur atop her head. It wouldn't take long for Rome to see that something was wrong. For whatever reason, he tended to be kinda... transparent. The thought of Rome being able to read him so easily caused a bit of color to rise to his face. He wished that he was better at keeping his emotions in check. He didn't want to ruin her day by explaining his pessimistic thoughts. Chances were, Rome was worried about impressing too. The dark-haired girl was at least a couple turns his junior--like A'dran. She had time. He, however, did not.

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Thea had a lot of patience for such a young pup, but after a while she realized that no treats would be forthcoming, and with a disgusted look in Embry’s direction, she trotted over to flop down against Rome’s leg. Needing no further convincing, her human scratched behind the icehowler’s ears obligingly, and Amarythea heaved a content sigh. This coincided somewhat with Embry’s response to the girl’s question. Rome smiled. ”Looks fun,” she offered mildly. Since she too had been busily engaged in doing nothing, it was nice to have a partner.

Was everything good? Rome was somewhat surprised to discover that she didn’t have much of an answer for that. Technically, yes – everything was good. She had a puppy, she wasn’t in any sort of trouble, and she remained well-fed and well-behaved under the Weyr’s supervision. Yet the casual question forced her to wonder, as a ‘what’s up’ or similar might not have. Funny, how that sort of thing worked. Unthinkingly, she rolled Thea from side to side as the pup cooperatively relaxed, letting her legs flop around lifelessly.

”I don’t know,” she finally decided, and offered her fellow candidate a wry smile. Like her, Embry had defaulted to messing with his icehowler (although without the flopping – Sacha got to keep her dignity). The look on his face suggested that all was not sunshine in Embryland either. ”How about you?” Thea made a slight whining sound, and Rome pulled the puppy onto her lap. Amarythea allowed her person to prop her up against her belly, paws folded over her chest, the girl’s chin resting on top of her head. She had no objection to cuddles of any variety, apparently.

Playing with one of the icehowler’s flopping paws, Rome studied Embry’s face over the hapless pet in her lap. What was she to say? ”Candidacy has just been weird lately, I suppose.” Perhaps it was the fact that she’d been passed over yet again by every dragonet in the double sport hatching, or maybe all the Turns of candidacy were just telling on her. Maybe she was just getting too old for this crap. But either way, Rome decided that everything was not necessarily okay. Was it lying to tell herself it was?

Well… yes, probably. Funny, how people tried to compensate for disappointment. Even Rome, as coolly analytical of her own emotions as she could be, wasn’t immune to basic denial. Would that she was – life would be so much easier that way.

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Embry snorted at the girls "looks fun." He didn't know what fun was, and therefore had yet to experience it in his time at the Weyr. He mostly did chores, and whatever else needed doing. Any wants he may have had capsized long ago, and were promptly sat upon as he endured candidacy. Sacha was a good distraction from the knowledge that he might have endured it all for nothing. What would his life be, once he lost the opportunity to ride aback a dragon? He had only ever been a trader due to his parents--mostly his mother. Could he go back to suck a life? The basic skills of trading were something he lacked, seeing as he struggled with sociability. Who would take him on now, at his age? It'd be a wasted investment. Not to mention, he'd be an apprentice alongside mere children. It was embarrassing, and also terrifying, to think that he had no future beyond dragonriding. At times he had considered the idea of bonding to a wher, but they were so... ew. It just wasn't appealing, not by a long-shot. It may have been his only hope, if nothing else panned out.

Fretting was what the boy did best lately, and so his thoughts swam about his head as he observed Rome's actions. She flopped her pup about, playing with her paws and ears. His friends "I don't know," was hardly convincing. She was then asking about him, but he defaulted to a shrug. Thea was soon in Rome's lap, with the girls chin adorably resting atop the icehowler pups head. Embry studied the girls face with a measure of uncertainty, barely catching her words. "Weird how?" he inquired, desiring to know if Rome's version of weird matched up with his.

He didn't wish to voice his fears aloud, worried that he'd sound like nothing more than a squeaky wheel. Rome was probably worried about the next hatching, same as him. No one wanted to be left standing. He was glad that she hadn't impressed, though such was a borderline dark secret he'd keep to himself. He wanted her to be happy, but at the same time he battled with his selfishness. He didn't want to be left alone, without anyone to talk to. Rome was a good person. He... liked... her company. Who ever said boys and girls couldn't be friends?

While boundaries were something that Embry had struggled with before, in past, it had been around people who he barely knew (and who barely knew him). He wasn't the sort of person that could engage in such affairs with a friend, not unless it meant something. As a candidate it was forbidden, besides, to scratch any itches. A'dran would probably thump him if he ever tried (not that he had). He'd been perfectly behaved since having arrived at Dalibor, and planned to keep it that way...

These sorts of things were hardly what he wanted to be thinking about in Rome's presence. So, he tried his best to wipe his mind clean and focus on their present conversation. Cool blue eyes met Rome's as Embry waited for her response.

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Rome should have known that Embry would ask – probably had known, on some level. Still his question was a good one, and the dragon candidate squinted at him thoughtfully for a moment, gently squishing Thea’s toes as she thought. Used to this sort of mauling, the icehowler was dozing happily in her arms, unaware of the conversation going on over her head. One of her ears twitched, but that was all the acknowledgment she gave.

Because she didn’t like being dishonest, and had no real use for people that were, Rome decided to be straight up with her answer. Embry probably knew that she would be; she wasn’t in the habit of lying, or disguising her emotions without a very good reason to do so. Presently she didn’t have one of those. ”It kind of feels like I’m running out of time, is all.” She smiled slightly. ”Maybe you know the feeling.” She realized suddenly that she didn’t actually know how old Embry was. Close to her age – a little older, she thought, but she wasn’t sure of his exact age. How weird. Those were the sorts of things you never really thought that you didn’t know, with friends. Maybe she should ask him.

Making note of that, she glanced down at Amarythea, who had conked out by this point and melted heavily against her chest. Rome let her sleep, folding her arms around the puppy to keep her from tipping over. ”Getting ignored by the dragons used to be easier, when I was a kid.” She wrinkled her nose slightly, her gaze seeking Embry’s again. ”Now I almost wonder if I’m wasting my time.” No small amount of dry humour crept into her tone as she added, ”of course, I don’t know how to do anything but be a candidate now.”

Well, there it was. Confident as she was, the truth of her doubt now hung between them. She tried to be steady, tried to be a rock for anyone that needed her – particularly Embry, since he was her only real friend. And yet there was the nagging doubt and frustration that wouldn’t leave her alone, and she didn’t like the look of it. Would that wishes could procure dragons for the hopeful – but they didn’t, or every child on Pern would be a dragonrider. Rome didn’t like questioning herself, but how could she not, after eight long Turns of being steadily ignored by every dragonet she’d ever seen?

Thea’s paws flopped against her arms, and Rome tucked her a little more securely against her, resting her chin on the pup’s head again. Once again she looked to Embry, and her expression flickered through several phases before settling somewhere in the realm of ‘neutral’. Apparently even her face couldn’t decide how to feel. Spectacular. She silenced a sigh, and forced her expression into a bland smile. Perhaps if she did that, she could convince herself to stop worrying about it. Worrying had never bought anyone a dragonet, either.

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Embry continued to wait, getting the feeling that Rome might not want to tell him what was on her mind. Rather than continue to stare her down, the ex-Trader casually surveyed the lakeside. The feelings she chose to convey were far from what he'd expected. To hear his own fears, voiced aloud, and by someone else... it felt weird. Somehow it made him feel worse, instead of better. He wasn't the only one, which made him feel forced to give a confession of his own. "Yeah... I know," he agreed begrudgingly. The more Rome said, the more he felt like she was pegging him. He didn't enjoy feeling as if he was transparent, even though it was obvious Rome was talking about herself. "I don't know what to tell you," he replied snappily. Did she expect him to have the magic answer? He didn't know how to fix his own situation, so how was he supposed to fix hers?

She had opened up to him, and he had effectively crushed her. He was being an ass without meaning to be, not that it made his behavior any more acceptable. "It's just the way it is--for everyone." He was positive that Rome was younger than him, but he could've been wrong... Either way, he wasn't about to make his own fears known now; given it would seem as if he was making them out to be more important. They weren't--he wasn't. "Some people have a Turn left. Then nothing." Regardless of whether or not he wanted to say anything, he effectively had. Sacha raised her head up with a low whine, turning to peer at her human. Embry ignored her, staring off to the side in frustration.

"I'm sure you'll impress. You have time." The last was said rather pointedly. Rome had the right personality for dragonriding. He wasn't the nicest person. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't abandon his attitude. He didn't want to upset Rome further, but he likely had. He wasn't good at comforting people, or giving them advice. He didn't know how to do either. "I'm sorry," he muttered, knowing his half-assed apology wasn't likely to get him anywhere. He was scared too. He was so close to having nothing to show for the Turns he'd spent in candidacy. "Times almost up..." he said more to himself than the girl across from him.

Would Rome understand? She had hit the nail on the head, and it was hard for him to hear that she was afraid too... He may not have been thinking of her initially, but he was... He was thinking of her; regardless of the round about way he'd gotten there. "You'll go off with your dragon..." He wasn't sure why he'd said it. He didn't want her to know that he was such a selfish being. It wasn't as if she could choose him over a dragon--or would even. He wouldn't give up the opportunity of having a dragonet for anything, or anyone. It was... his dream? Maybe it was. The young man couldn't even manage to look at Rome, though he could feel her gaze upon him. Burying his fingers in Sacha's fur, the disheartened boy sighed quietly.

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Well, that figured. Rome had guessed that Embry might share some of her own fears. Most older candidates did. Through a lifetime of candidacy, she had watched numberless other candidates leave, lose interest or age out. Perhaps it wasn’t so surprising that she and Embry were joining their ranks. Only dragonets could make the choice that formed a bond, or no candidates would ever be left Standing. Rome wondered, briefly, what it would be like if people could simply be chosen just because they wanted to be. Undoubtedly there would be chaos if that were the case, but still… it was a pleasant, if fleeting thought.

Not entirely unsurprisingly, Embry defaulted to snarking, and Rome allowed the ghost of a smile to touch her lips. ”Nothing,” she said mildly. ”I’m just thinking out loud.” Knowing that the boy’s automatic reaction was to grumble whenever he was the least bit uncomfortable, she simply ignored his prickly tone. Despite that, she quieted at his words, and stopped fiddling with Amarythea’s paws. Whether she was absorbing his comments or deflecting them was difficult to say, for her expression didn’t change. Sacha whined, and Rome’s gaze flickered over to the icehowler’s owner. He was looking off somewhere, an annoyed look on his face. Classic Embry, that. Normally she might smile at that, but for now the candidate looked down herself, studying Thea’s fuzzy form.

All the while the boy was speaking, however vaguely, Rome was listening in silence. Many things Embry was, but he was not subtle; it took one comment to figure out what he was saying, and by the third she could hardly help knowing what was on his mind. After his final words, the dragon candidate frowned slightly, glancing over at her friend although he refused to look at her. ”I wouldn’t,” she said, finally. ”You’re my friend, Embry.” Amarythea sighed hugely and rolled over, tipping against Rome’s leg in her sleep, and the candidate stealthily readjusted the puppy so that she wasn’t lying at such a weird angle. Briefly she had looked away from Embry, but now she looked back to him again, her expression serious. ”Even if I somehow Impressed without you – and I don’t think I will – I wouldn’t just ‘go off.’”

Assuming that Embry was referring to himself – and he most assuredly was – the dragon candidate almost felt guilty for saying such a thing when she had three Turns left, instead of just one. And yet she didn’t, because he was right – that was just the way things were. She held in a sigh. What was the use in worrying about it, really? Rome lifted a hand to absentmindedly turn her garnet pendant back and forth. Two Turns ago today, her father had given it to her.

Something like a smile almost reached her face, but then it faded again. She preferred not to think of that day, or any of the days she’d spent at Telgar. What was the sense in it, now? It shouldn’t matter that the memories of her family there hung forever at the edge of her consciousness, waiting to be revived by some trick of the mind. Rome knew better than to completely deny them, but she tried not to pay them any mind, either.

She looked down again, unable to decide on anything to say.

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