Of spilled ink

<font color='#404040'>Tessera (Autumn), 81377 (3)
Day 34

Mema Lebat sat in the courtyard, papers and books spread around her.  Even this many years after graduating, she still hadn't broken the habit of doing research in this place.  It was serene, when it wasn't crowded with students, and the fresh air was always inspirational.  Most 'dragons these days, though, were moving too fast, always busy with something or something else, always complaining about needing more time- but what would they do with that time? Just hurry around, be busy, and complain some more.  Mema didn't think she was like that at all, and she looked down on those who she thought were like that.

The hand-like paw that clutched her pen rapidly crossed the paper, its 'scritch scritch' the only sound in the courtyard.  Her nearly-fictional brows furrowed in thought above her dark-red-nearly-black eyes, which scanned the paper's previously written words.  It was supposed to be a proposal, explaining why the Academy should fund her research of the genetics of the species qereniath.  It was also supposed to be written in Ramathian, which she wasn't -entirely- fluent in, so for now she was writing it in the commoner's tongue, and would later have it translated by a scholar there at the Academy.

Currently, she went to dip her pen in ink once again.  Her eyes remained trained on the paper, her focus so intent that her paw faltered.  The cling  of the glass bottle as it fell to its side was a loud, harsh, and foreign sound that pierced the silence, and the ink began to flow in a black river across the ground.  Hurridly, she shuffled her papers into a stack and moved them out of the way of the mess, and reset her inkbottle into its former position, frowning deeply and sighing unhappily as she looked warily around to find some cure for the mess.

"Damnit."</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Tenneniel was aloft on feathered purple wings above the courtyard, her silver fur glowing under sunlight as a harsh noise broke the peace. She looked down to see an older 'dragon spilling their ink, and heard their audible curse. She dove, landing gracefully, and smiling politely. She was surprised, as she figured the 'dragon was a graduate, and knew she couldnt be a teacher. Gold eyes gleamed, a steady contrast to the range of silver, purple, and black fur, and head fur of the same hue.

"Ello. You need a bit of help, here?"

Her tail-flame glowed welcomingly, and she watched the ink run, then grinned as she concentrated on the ink, imagining it floating. She murmured a low spell, too quiet to hear.

The ink rose, spinning into runes as she played with it, drawing in mid air. The ink was now impure, and small bits of grass swam in it. She tried to remove the grass, and slowly it seperated. She then returned it to the bottle, some spilling over the sides.</font>

 

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had time afterall!

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Ello. You need a bit of help, here?  Mema jumped visibly at the sound of the female's pleasant voice.  The 'dragon turned, straightening her ruffled dark fur and tucking a black lock of short hair behind a felinish ear.  Then she parted her lips as though to speak, but her jaw was suspended in place as she watched the spilt ink begin to dance around.  

"By the Great Scholar..." she muttered.  She had heard of telekinesis, especially in older females, but had never witnessed it herself.  It was one of the things she was not blessed with at birth, as most were.  Her lack of the ability to move objects with her mind was one of several flaws that she carried upon her soul's shoulders.  She was, however, quite capable of thought speech, but very rarely used it.

"Um. Thanks," she said, clearing her throat and absently corking the ink bottle, sitting it on the nearby bench with her other things.  Seeming to regain her composure and manners, she took a short bow, as long as was proper for a stranger who was definately younger than oneself. "I am Lebat, a journeyman and researcher in the field of genetics.  May I inquire as to your name and title, miss?"  It was the vaguest of greetings, one given to someone whom you have neither seen nor heard of before.

To soothe what could have been nearly-harsh words, the 'dragon smiled slightly.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>{OoC-Ness}- Darn de Darn Darn, I saw you online and raced to this topic, no-one is on when I am, at least no-one I am rping with....</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Tenneniel, a student here. SI just came here, so I still havent been put in any class yet, but hope to be in Elemental Sorcery and Astronomy, perhaps a telekinesis class. No title, unless you count other 'dragons names for me. I dont need to be called miss, ma'am. Im 1600.

She grinned at the other's surprise, flicking her tail-flame.  She shook her head, and suddenly scratched her mane. A small Djiruss peeked out of the fur.

There you are. I thought something was in my mane, go fly around.

She grinned awkwardly, embarrased at the creatures appearance. It made her seem feral, and living in the woods most of your life did not make you feral. But that was the opinion most took of her, that and her flame made her an outcast.

I assure you, I dont have an infection. Thats my pet, and he wont keep following me. a bit annoying, but he thinks Im his mum. Met him in the forest, when he was a baby and his mum was killed by rapine.

She snarled the word rapine, her hackles raising instinctively and her tail flame glowing huge and red, hissing sparks. Whoops- she thought, that was embarrasing. Well, she had a reason to hate rapine, they took her mum.

{Sadly short }</font>

 

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it's short. sue me!

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"Tenneniel..." she rolled the foreign sound around her tongue, then proceeded to listen to the little Djiruss' story.  As her counterpart spat the word 'rapine', Mema flinched, having been told countless stories as a child of how the rapine would come and get you if you didn't study hard, or more true-to-life stories of what they had done to worlds in the past.  She shuddered again in memory, then was forced into action once again as Tenneniel's flame flared for a moment then cooled slightly.  Mema stared, large deep-red orbs full of curiosity and near fear.  Few knew that the researcher had a fear of fire.

"A-a tailflame, on a female, how odd." She chuckled nervously, picking up her papers and shuffling them.  "Well, Tan-eel, thanks for your help. Um. Yeah. Only 16, are you?  Not many of you youngsters these days'd help out like that."  Calming slightly, she sat down in the grass and rearranged her papers, flicking her tail.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Silver if Tenneniel is too weird. My mum was taken from me by rapine, and Zenai when we were 700, then we lived in the forest until we were 1500 and stumbled on cities so thats why I went a bit out of controlwhen I talked about them.The things...bother me

Which was an understatement. She hated the rapine, more than anything.
Noticing Lebat's discomfort about the flame, she turned around, concentating until her tailflame went out. Then she turned her head again. she wondered why the traveler shivered at the flame. It wouldnt burn, it was spirtual only, a connection with Fronima, unusual with females, true but still, not harmful

You dont like fire? Do you? This is a mutation, you see. That's why my magics a bit stronger than normal for girls my age. I think it has a connection to Fronima, so its like a magika antenna. It wont burn you, unless I will it too. Which I wont.

She sat down, too, stretching her wings and closing them, a feather drifting down.

I don't understand much of Ramathian culture, because I lived without anyone but Zenai with me for years. No time for bad habits to thrive.

{Ph33r da 5h0r7n355}</font>

 

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Mema listened as politely as she could to the 'dragon's story, considering how she was biting back the urge to tell Tenneneil that she hadn't asked for her life story and that she had work to do. "Damn rapine." She had no personal grudge against them, but they were certainly annoying, to say the least, and caused more trouble than they were worth.  Still she cautiously eyed the female's tailflame, standing well away from it.

You dont like fire? Do you? This is a mutation, you see. That's why my magic's a bit stronger than normal for girls my age. I think it has a connection to Fronima, so its like a magicka antenna. It won't burn you, unless I will it too. Which I won't.  She frowned slightly.  "I would hope you wouldn't will it to do so, as that could easily earn some sort of... punishment from the Academy, if I'm correct.  Not supposed to burn others on Academy grounds or somesuch.  Especially not graduates, and affiliates of the Academy..."  Again she shuffled her papers, not failing to notice how the brand upon her right haunch had started to throb as it occasionally did, especially when she was remembering receiving it.

"Don't know much about culture, eh? Well, I suppose a Djiruss probably couldn't explain Ramathian things, now, could it?"  She smiled lopsidedly.  "I'd love to help you out a bit, but I'm working on a research paper. That's not to say I couldn't use the company, though."</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Tenneniel quieted, realizing she was being talkative. It was just nice, meeting someone that didn't hate her because of the way she behaved, nor because of her tailflame.  Damn rapine Damn them, indeed. They were her greatest fear, not going to Fronima after death would be horrid. She thought, then curled her tail far away from Lebat, sensing that the woman didnt like it regardless. I would hope you wouldn't will it to do so, as that could easily earn some sort of... punishment from the Academy, if I'm correct.  Not supposed to burn others on Academy grounds or somesuch.  Especially not graduates, and affiliates of the Academy...

I wouldn't, like I already said. Its not my fault Im a mutant. I was born this way.

She sounded a bit snappish, she knew but this "graduate and affiliate" was behaving superior to her. She knew, that maybe she had started it by chattering. She would only respond to a question, then.Don't know much about culture, eh? Well, I suppose a Djiruss probably couldn't explain Ramathian things, now, could it? So, the 'dragon thought Zenai was the Djiruss? Or maybe not.

Yeah, and having a brother doesnt help to learn about culture.

There. Short, and to the point. Hmm, maybe the other 'dragon was just not used to younger 'dragons. She decided she'd leave if she seemed to be more annoyed. Besides, it was her stupid fault for talking about how she didn't understand Ramathian culture.

Sure, Ill keep you company. Besides, I have to choose a good pair of classes, and later I need to find a roomie, so then I will leave.

She flopped down, pulling papers from a folder in her pocket.</font>

 

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bah, am now confused.  where did the brother come into play? x__x</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>{{OoC-ness}} without anyone but Zenai with me for years. The Djiruss is not her bro! The Djiruus Is called Kypier.</font>

 

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I knew the Djiruss wasn't her brother. ^^; I thought Zenai was the name of the djiruss. XD

Will get a post up by the end of the week at the latest. Swamped with work lately.</font>