D'ren and Aikuonath - Riding the Waves

OOC: Cocktail

Sat, 15 Aug 2009 06:41:35 GMT

*snickers*

1 part ambition
5 parts humor
5 parts leadership

Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little curiosity if desired!

OOC: Thank you!!

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 01:40:27 GMT

Commish: D'ren and Aikuonath by ~Chelsee on deviant ART

OOC; Dex's Aikuonath!

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 05:13:12 GMT

Thank you, Dex! EEEEEE!

Dragon: Aikuonath by *kaleeko on deviant ART

OOC Thank you!

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 01:09:35 GMT

Hey! I'm so thrilled to have Impressed - thank you, SearchCo! And special thanks to everyone who worked on Aikuonath - Shazi, Iasri, Rhaeyn and Tilla.

I'm not going to post his inspiration, because I'd rather people find out about him through RP and interaction.

Though, if you're HORRIBLY curious, his inspiration will be posted on the website: http://ht-highreaches.wikidot.com/inspiration:aikuonath

Hehe. :D

Thank you!!

OOC: Dex's Darden Drawing

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 18:49:35 GMT

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Dex! You are AMAZING! I love this picture SO MUCH! Thank you!!!!

Darden and Co. by *kaleeko on deviant ART

OOC - Dex Questions

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 19:16:18 GMT

#1. ... a weapon, what would they be? I think Darden would be a wet pool noodle. Totally harmless, and entertaining.

#2. ... a dragon, what color would they be? Blue, I think. Small, agile, fast, and playful.

#3. ... the main character of a movie, what would the plot be? Coming soon to a theater near you! Watch a young man constantly almost get things right in his life, only to have them fail spectacularly.

#4. ... living in our society, what would their job be? He'd be a preschool teacher.

#5. ... given a second chance and made age 10 again, what would they do differently? Absolutely nothing. He had a blast at age 10 - and honestly sometimes he still acts like he's 10.

#6. ... going to die in a day and knew it, what would they do that day? If he knew he'd die tomorrow? He'd steal Sutri away and go somewhere quiet and romantic and fulfill his promise. Then he'd apologize to Linny and Salen again for hurting them, and try to get their forgiveness so he could die without the guilt. He'd visit as many people as he could and say thank you for everything they've done for him. Then he'd go to Ista and spend all night stargazing and swimming with everyone who wanted to join him.

#7. ... locked in a room alone with someone, who would be the worst possible person? I'm not sure...he gets along pretty well with everyone. I think being locked in a room by himself would be the worst thing for him.

#8. ... running into their burning home to save one thing, what would it be? One thing? He'd save living things first of course. If he had to run in to save one thing...it'd probably be his sketchbook. More likely there'd be someone else lamenting over the loss of one of their possessions, and he'd run in to try and save it for them.

#9. ... suspected of a crime, guilty or not, what was the crime? Hugging without permission. ;)

#10. ... given a choice between an eternal broken heart or never experiencing love, which would they choose? An eternal broken heart. He would happily suffer the pain for the feeling of loving, no matter how brief.

Vignette: Present and Future

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 21:29:41 GMT

It's well past midnight, and Darden is standing by the fires of the hearth in the nearly empty living caverns. A few people meander in and out, but it's with that hazy bluriness that comes with an extended time being awake that Darden notices them. In his arms he rocks an infant - a baby girl with a thick head of red hair and shocking blue eyes. She's fussing, crying softly with big tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Shhh, Loralei, shh. I know your tummy hurts," Darden sooths the infant. His voice is pitched low and soft, a tone that he only uses for the children of the weyr. Not even his lovers have heard this voice from him. "Just wait for the medicine to kick in, Lor," he murmurs. He shifts her in his arms, holding her against his warm chest and rocking gently while she continues to cry. Darden sighs gently, wiping her tears away with the backs of his fingers. "I hate to see anyone cry," he whispers. He lifts the child and gives her a very tender hug, burying his face against her side. He takes a long, deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I'm sorry you're feeling bad, but I'm so glad I'm able to be here with you tonight," he tells the baby. "I needed this. Some human contact."

Shaking his head, he begins pacing in front of the fire. "It just doens't make sens to me," he murmurs. "The no hugging. Everything else makes sense. I'm fine with everything else. But no hugging...Lor, you know me. I need this physical contact. Nothing romantic about it. But," he shrugs, "those are the rules and I'll abide by them, even if they make me sad. I just wish they trusted us. Eh," he shrugs again, "oh well. There's nothing I can do about it, so why worry? I've been worrying a lot more lately. Think I need to go back to how I was before. More light hearted. Not worrying about things. But I'm thinking more. Mikah would be pleased. But it's hard."

Another shrug, and he continues pacing in front of the fire, rocking Loralei in his arms. Slowly the girl's tears and fussing dies down, until she's nestling against his chest and going to sleep. Darden smiles lovingly down at her, shaking some dark hair from his eyes. "Is it weird that I already want to be a father so badly I can feel it as an ache in my chest?" he whispers to the child. "I want what Eric has. I want a child of my own, even though I know I'm not ready. It's not like I'm going to run out and get someone pregnant. It's not the right time for that even if I wasn't a Candidate. But still. Someday. Someday I will be a father and I will be the happiest man on Pern."

He pauses. "Unless I Impress. I think Impression makes you even more happy than being a parent. Oh, Lor, I hope I Impress so badly. I want that. So, so much. But I think in addition to wanting it, I'm so afraid of being left behind again. I've had my heart broken so many times these past few turns. I'm not sure what I'd do if my lifemate wasn't there this time. I feel so...fragile, Lor. Maybe it's the late hour, or being up since dawn yesterday, but I feel right now that a stiff wind would knock me flat. I don't want to be left Standing again. I'm so excited to maybe Impress. To have a dragon. To be a dragonrider. To help people. It's hard to help people when you have no resources. When you don't have anything but yourself, your words and your touch.

"I want to help people."

Shifting the child to his other arm he is quiet for a while longer. "I wonder what color I would Impress. Or, more than that, I wonder what personality. Would my dragon be fun like me? Playful? Or real serious? Imagine, Lor, never being alone again. Having someone who would never leave you. Never lie to you. Someone that really would be yours forever. Oh, Lor. I've messed up so many things in my life. I want to get something right. I have to get something right, or else...I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I'm the worst failure on Pern. Things are always messing up and going wrong around me. I have to get something right. And I sure hope that's Impression. I would be the best dragonrider I could be. I'd try so hard. I'd make them proud. I'd make people believe in me. I'd show people that I can do something right. Show that I'm not a total screw-up. It seems sometimes like everything I touch turns to crap. But I'm trying. I'm always trying. Maybe I'm too dumb to know when to quit."

He laughs quietly at himself, shaking his head. "Always the optimist, I am. I really hope I Impress. But if not, I'll go back to being a nanny. It's all going to work out how it's supposed to. Regardless, Lor, I'm going to keep on moving forward. There's no where else to go, right?" He bends his head to softly kiss her forehead. "Let's get you back to the brat caves, little one. Thank you for spending this time with me. I needed this quiet time for reflection."

He carries the child to the brat caves, tucking her in to one of the cribs. He lingers for a while longer, leaning over her crib and simply smiling down at her. He bends to kiss her forehead again and finally goes back to the barracks to sleep.