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"Is it time yet?"
"Is it time yet?" Gaonatin bounced around in the kitchen, pestering each and every one of the kitchen staff. Ikara had attempted to keep the boy occupied by teaching him to bake bread, but the waiting while the dough rose and the loaves baked was far too long for Gaonatin, and he was enough to try everyone's patience. Gaonatin was 13 turns old, and his attention span was severely lacking. If the dark eyed boy could keep his attention on one task for more than ten minutes, it was a miracle. The only time he truly paid attention was during class. Somehow, the harpers kept him interested. Ikara wished she knew what it was that kept the shaggy-haired boy occupied in class. Gaonatin swept his dark hair away from his eyes with a long-fingered tan hand, took a deep breath, and began to sing: Yes, it goes on and on my friends! Some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it Forever just because..." The key and the speed of the song changed abruptly. everybody's nerves... everybody's nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, and this is how it goes!" Gaonatin took a deep breath and was about to start again when Ikara shoved him unceremoniously out the door. Gaonatin sat on the kitchen stoop feeling dejected for all of 30 seconds before running off to bother someone else. "That boy is such a pest!" Ikara laughed in a motherly way. "You can say THAT again." The entire kichen said in unison. Jeyann stood in the doorway laughing, "Let me guess... Gaonatin?" Ikara nodded, and everyone got back to work. Gaonatin found D'run washing Okserth at the lake. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked, looking at the bluerider. "Scrubbing Okserth." D'run replied. "Why?" "Because he was dirty." "Why?" "Because he..." D'run began, gritting his teeth. He was normally so patient, and could put up with even the most annoying people he sometimes conveyed about, but Gaonatin drove him crazy! "Because he what?" Gaonatin asked, grinning. D'run nearly snapped at him. "Listen, 'brat..." he began, but Okserth interrupted him before he said something he would regret with an idea that would please all of Ryslen for a while. "... he wanted to be sparkly clean when he delivered you to Baeris' Healing Den." Gaonatin's eyes grew wide. "I'm a candidate? Cool! I'll go pack!" the boy exclaimed, and ran off. "I'm a Candidate and you're not!" "I'm a Candidate and you're not!" D'run sighed, hoping this wasn't a bad idea -- and that Baeris' wouldn't whack him upside the head with something for bringing this brat to her. J'kosh scowled at the message in his hand, and then looked up at Tiyanni. "Bekirol is refusing to send his tithe again." he said with a deep sigh. "The middle of a pass and we can't get the support we need." Tiyanni patted her love and long-time-mate on the shoulder. "They'll be out of luck when Ryslen and the rest of East Rock follows suit with what the Protectorate did, and they're left unprotected. Talor Cliff is gone, and Andromeda shows no sign of life." J'kosh sighed. He was getting too old for this. "I suppose we should send a rider out to talk to them - but who's free?" Tiyanni�s face blossomed in a mischievous grin. "I've got the perfect man for the job." "why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why?" Bekirol was regretting telling G'nat he could ask a million times before he got an answer.
"why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why?" The chant continued on and on. Curious holderkin brought various snacks and drinks as excuses to see just what was going on until Bekirol's desk was a veritable smorgasbord of goodies. Pauses lasted mere seconds while G'nat sipped of one thing or another to wet his throat. If Bekirol left his office, G'nat followed, continuing his tirade, no matter where the Lord went, or who they passed. A few Ryslen riders on errands couldn't help but laugh as he waved when passing by chanting "why?" Impatienth could keep count from the other side of the planet, with the way he and G�nat were connected on the same wavelength (blue, of course.) "why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why?" Finally, Bekirol had had enough. "Ok G'nat, stoppit!" he snapped in a way that was far from refined. "I'll tell you what you want to know." G'nat stopped momentarily. "But Bekirol, I only have five to go..." The Lord rolled his eyes. "Make it quick." He groaned. "Why?why?why?why?why?!" G'nat said on the double. Bekirol rubbed his temples. G'nat's incessant why-ing had given him a migraine. "I won't sent tithes to Ryslen because Ryslen hasn't posted a dragonner here." G'nat considered. "Have you asked? You have to ask, you know. If you ask Tiyanni, I'm sure she could find someone who'd like to stay here. It sure is pretty here..." Bekirol hastily wrote out a note and folded it. "Take this to the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader -- and don't read it." G'nat grinned. "Okay!" And then he was gone, and Bekirol had some peace. G'nat got around the corner and opened the note. This is what he read: I hgbd hnfgd jdybkeh fguren jydby onrugryhfrh. Jtbdh jf jkbfdkngdghik ufh fi jist u dragonner hd Iuwci Fosge? O'se jwod opaohe - jdiwndis imgdqjbtilopgw, dodg iwbn - ih lknn aa kb'd hwo G'nat! -Hogbert G'nat smiled. He couldn't read anything more than 'dragonner' and his name, but Bekirol must have said something good about him, so he hurried off to Ryslen with the note. Tiyanni and J'kosh recieved this note: I will start sending tithes again immediately. Would it inconvenience you to post a dragonner at Black Ridge? I'll host anyone - spacious accommodations, good food - as long as it's not G'nat! -Bekirol Ryslen wouldn't ever have to worry about missed tithes again, once word of G'nat's annoying persuasion tactics got around East Rock!
Meet G'nat and Impatienth's new friend! But what is he? and where did he come from? And why is he PINK? His name is Iggy... like ignore... hmm. Interesting.
Where did this fool of a white come from? When did he get here? Whyyyy did he join up with G'nat?! | ||||
 Baeris Kshau's Healing Den The pink lizard came from The Vella Crean as a gift. Whyyyyth is from Cy Dragonstake's 2005 Fool's Day Clutch. Background from Jezebel.... a site for sore eyes. | ||||
The plain-looking yet unpredictable blue, which was the dragon of the pair, seemed to be keeping count, though he shifted his weight and fidgeted more than any other dragon Bekirol had ever seen. Impatienth was his name, and impatience was his game.
